Karma, a metaphor for the hell realm, is a double-edged light sword tempered by the fire of hell. One blade is known as karma, and one blade is known as calamity. The sword is three feet long and weighs only fifteen taels or four cents. The blade of the sword is as thin as a cicada's wing. When placed horizontally under the sun and moonlight, it will show the orange-red brilliance of a forging furnace. There are also light golden fire streaks on the sword, which glow like solid fireworks in the darkness. The violent energy released by this sword alone is enough to set off a prairie fire.
The direction of the sword will be punished and burned.
Resentment Erosion is a metaphor for the path of hungry ghosts. It is a straight knife with heavy resentment attached to it. The knife is three feet and two inches long and weighs three kilograms and two taels. About half an inch on the back side of the knife, there is a hollow slit for bleeding. The shape of the knife is like an open mouth. This is a hungry and greedy knife. The blade will bite a person's flesh hard, and it can only be pulled out by peeling off the bones and gouging out the flesh. Any scar carved by this knife will leave an eternal mark, and he will not let go even if he is chased to the end of the world.
Wherever the knife points, everything will be eaten away.
Jin Mie Ya, a metaphor for the beast, is a scimitar made of the venomous fangs of the python god. The tooth is four and a half feet long, but only weighs one pound and seventy taels. After polishing, the tooth body was pale and green. Not only the blade was quenched with poison, but the hollow inside was also filled with venom. The blade's surface can bring out the human face, and it is almost impossible to tell that it is forged by giant teeth. For this reason, the wound caused by the knife will be extremely poisonous. If there is no antidote, the injured person will not survive for a day, and the injured person will fester and die in pain. If there are fresh wounds, the sword energy can also poison the opponent.
The infection caused by the knife will cause the liver and intestines to be severed.
Cutting the blood and sealing the throat is a metaphor for the path of Shura, which is tempered with the blood of Shura. The knife is four feet long and weighs sixty-seven kilograms, eight taels and nine cents. The blade is blood red, and except for the color, it is no different from other lightweight knives. Cutting through the air, the sound sounded like the scream of some unknown monster. The knife easily disturbs people's will, and those with weak will will be dominated by it. A person injured by this knife will bleed from a half-inch wound until the last drop of blood is gone, turning into a pale, bloodless mummy.
Killed by the knife, the throat becomes silent and the blood dries up.
Wind and Cloud Slash is a metaphor for the way of heaven, forged from meteorite iron from outside the sky. The sword is three feet long and only weighs two pounds. This sword can be called a divine sword. It can open up the sky and the earth, move the clouds and make the sun shine, call the wind and rain, cut off fire and slash thunder. It can bend and stretch, and is strong and soft at the same time. It's just rumored that this sword has no connection with human nature. In the hands of ordinary people, it seems to be no different from ordinary Qingfeng. Only when the sword holder can truly uphold his natural principles, understand his destiny, and understand his roots can the sword holder unleash legendary power.
The sword cuts the river and splits the mountain.
"Duanchenhuan, a metaphor for humanity, was originally a rusty sword... The forger used his own body to forge the sword. The sword was three feet seven inches long and weighed two pounds and eighty taels. The sword body was a dull smoky gray, and under the bright light, it showed It looks like ripples of water, sparkling and moving. It is not as regular as an ordinary sword, but has a multi-faceted and disordered appearance. Both sides of the sword are uneven and undulating, and the light and shadow flow silently, turning thousands of times. , completely splitting up the reflected scenery."
"It was originally made by the forger to imitate the Demon-Sealing Blade. It was originally the first of the six divine weapons. At that time, he had no plan to forge all the swords. Ironically, it was the last one to be forged. It also cost him his life. But having said all that, these weapons have never been seen. They have been lost in the six paths, and their power has been swallowed up by the Demon-Sealing Blade. After all, they are truly from Shura The divine weapon of the hand."
"Do you still remember the Demon-Sealing Blade? It is the weapon in Lord Shigetsuki's hands now. Although it looks like a wakizashi, it is actually a long sword. It was broken in two for unknown reasons. After fighting against the Ten Evil It was rebuilt in the final battle. Logically speaking, the current Demon-Sealing Blade, together with the Tianquan Eye and the Six Paths Divine Weapons it devoured, has become an existence that can easily split the Six Paths. However, due to the slow passage of spiritual power in the world , maybe one day it will completely lose its effectiveness."
"Don't talk about weapons, maybe even the six realms of impermanence themselves will be forgotten by people one day."
The scene at dusk is always beautiful, with colors that both emphasize and blur the sense of time. No matter how many times you watch it, you are moved. People in the past called it the time of encountering demons, but now it can no longer be regarded as common sense among children. But children will always yearn for those mysterious and mysterious stories, whether they believe them or not. They gathered around the young master in gold clothes, and started arguing with each other.
"I know the six realms of impermanence! My grandma said that when she was young, she was a very good friend with a man who was impermanent.
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"You are lying! My father said that ghosts and gods do not exist. People must have done something wrong and frightened themselves."
"But my mother said that she was possessed by evil spirits when she was a child, so it would be better to ask someone to do it. How could she do bad things when she is so young?"
"I also think these are true. There are obviously Taoist priests setting up fortune-telling stalls on the street now, and their fortune-telling is very accurate."
"My mother said they were all charlatans!"...
"Impossible! My father and mother asked the master to give me my name. After changing my name, I got better from my illness. I have to believe a lot of things!"
"My brother actually said that whether you believe this kind of thing or not..."
"I heard from my grandpa that when he was young, many people died inexplicably one day, but now everyone doesn't remember much."
"My family has never seen any ghosts or gods, or the Twelve Yellow Quan Moon. Since I haven't seen them, I don't think they exist."
"That's because you're short-sighted! You can't say grapes are sour!"
"I bother!"
"My grandpa prays to God and worships Buddha every day. Since so many people believe in it, they must have been seen by others, right?"
They were all talking and noisy. The young master in golden clothes just smiled and sat in the pavilion without talking, quietly watching the energetic children playing and playing around. Suddenly, several women came over menacingly, trying to catch each of their children. They either held the children by their collars or grabbed their ears, cursing and scolding them for being out in the wild so late at night. They must have wanted their fathers to come home and be spanked. The remaining children dispersed in a hurry, fearing that their parents would also come and kill them unexpectedly.
After a burst of noise, only a little boy was left in front of the pavilion. He is the youngest among the children, and most likely he doesn't understand anything. He just watches other children gather here and join in the fun. He gnawed on the half-melted candy in his hand and looked at him blankly. Behind him stood a well-dressed young woman.
"If I remember correctly, you have been standing here listening to the children for a long time." The young master said.
"Well, that's right. I heard that an interesting storyteller came to the street recently. He would tell stories to the children here in the afternoon for free. The older children said that these stories were very attractive, and I thought about it too. Come and take a look at your leisure. It’s just that autumn has entered recently and it’s getting dark earlier and earlier. Parents are a little worried. Many people scare their children that if they come home so late, they will be kidnapped. I Now that I have met him, I don’t think the young master is such a person.”
The little woman smiled and tucked her hair behind her ears, then gently held her son in her arms. The young master smiled and said:
"Oh... As the saying goes, people should not be judged by their appearance. Their worries are not unreasonable. It is a good thing to be more vigilant. But if something really happened, the local government would have posted notices to remind the people. However, I didn't expect that the words of the adults are now It's replaced by human teeth. There are only some small places, but youkai and kamiyin are still used to control the children."
"Haha, people don't seem to believe this anymore."
"Yes. But it's a good thing that children are still interested. Speaking of which, you must have heard more stories like this when you were a child, right?"
"Well...I quite believe what you said."
"Oh, is that so? Is it possible that you know some master in your family, or that an elder has had a relationship with an impermanent ghost?"
"Ah, it's not...it's me."
"Yourself?"
"Yes. My parents never told me anything about ghosts and gods, but I did have some unusual memories when I was a child. Hmm... maybe I was too young and confused something. When I grew up, Besides, they just think it’s my fault.”
"If you don't mind, why don't you tell me. Even if I haven't heard it before, I can tell it as a new story to new children."
"Hey, then don't laugh at me. In fact, it's not a big deal... When I'm as old as my son, I don't remember much, but there are some moments that are very impressive. After lunch, my mother put me to sleep. Leave the room. At that time, I just pretended to be asleep and waited for her to leave. Because during that time, a white fox slipped in from the window to see me almost every day. It would often bring candy in its mouth and play with me for a while. If My parents recommend
As soon as you enter the door, it disappears immediately. "
"This is really strange."
"Isn't it true? Later, when I grew up and moved, I lost sight of it. Looking back now, if these are true... Even I feel that I was really bold and greedy when I was a child. If that is some kind of bad monster, I'm afraid something bad is going to happen. However, maybe I really confused the dream? My mother was in poor health and became disabled when she was young, so she only gave birth to me. Maybe it was me. I was so lonely that I imagined such an animal friend. After so many years, who knows..."
"Whether it's a dream or real, I think that child must be very lonely."
"makes sense."
The two chatted for a long time, until the boy in her arms complained that he was hungry, and the woman led him to say goodbye to the young master. The sky was completely dark, with only a tiny amount of skylight remaining. It wasn't until everyone left except the young master that he turned his attention to the dark alleys on the streets. At some point, a woman in white stood there, holding an equally white oil-paper umbrella.
Under the cover of the dark night and the white umbrella, no one could see her face clearly. Only on her arm holding the umbrella, a long black scar was vaguely visible. Seeing him staring straight at this side, the woman lowered her umbrella and retreated into the alley. He walked over there unhurriedly, and without going deep, he could tell that this was a dead end - but it was deserted, with only a white oil-paper umbrella placed on the ground. The opened umbrella was still shaking gently, as if it had just been put down.
He didn't call, just looked around silently, with a slight smile on his face. A bit of peace, a bit of sadness.
Raising his head, he saw the silhouette of a fox passing lightly above the rows of eaves under the bright moonlight.
Passing by alone.
