The eighteen yin and yang discs are used to build up mana and practice basic skills.
After that, he took out another book and read it.
Because it was daytime, I sat in the room and read "Qiutan Mountain Altar Method - Volume 3".
This Qiutan Mountain is famous for its 'tan method'.
The altar method is not a simple formation, but requires building an altar, setting up a formation, and combining it with many other conditions to form a large-scale spell.
The practice of opening an altar can change the climate of a place, making it snow in June, dry and hot in winter, causing continuous heavy rain, praying for rain and praying for eyesight, etc.
However, Qiutan Mountain was destroyed by a sudden demon thirty years ago.
However, to this day, everyone believes that there must be humans taking the lead after the demons and ghosts. Otherwise, the demons and ghosts would not be able to seize such a good opportunity.
After the altar method of Qiutan Mountain was spread, everyone felt that the altar method of Qiutan Mountain was written in clear levels and was very suitable for inheritance. Even self-study can learn it. Unlike the altar methods of other sects, which focus on one word of enlightenment, If you know how to do it yourself, it’s hard to teach others.
As a big sect, Tiandu Mountain will not steal other people's techniques, but it can still derive or collect them.
Tiandu Mountain also collected this spell, and Zhao Fuyun copied it himself in the Tibetan Dharma Tower.
The altar method talks about offering sacrifices to the gods, sensing the stars, combining the terrain, and the weather of the human world, and returning them to one place. In the final analysis, it is still the unity of heaven, earth and man, but the ingenuity needs someone to figure it out to know.
One of the main altar methods in "Qiutan Shantan Dharma-Volume 3" is called "Fire Shao Yin". Zhao Fuyun left the mountain and copied it specially because he had a top-grade Chijun statue, and then he The red flame talisman was cultivated.
Therefore, when he chooses some spells, he will be biased. At this time, there is no reason for him to choose water spells for further cultivation.
This altar method can change the climate of a place. If a place has been rainy for a long time, and the evil spirits are hiding in it, then using this altar method can drive away the evil spirits of the place.
The altar method of 'burning the Yin with fire' is the basic one, and what really needs to be studied in depth and intensively are the various changes added to this foundation.
He read it carefully and constructed the changes in his mind.
However, that night, he heard a loud noise coming from outside the city. It was someone beating gongs and drums and shouting something loudly.
Zhao Fuyun looked at the sky. A bright star was twinkling in the east, and three, four, and five stars were shining in the west. The moon was covered in clouds, and the thick clouds in the sky shimmered.
The wind blowing from the other side of the river is slightly cold, making this summer extremely cool.
He stood up, took the needle bag, and headed out of the city.
When he went out, every household in the city seemed to hear the noise. People came out and then headed out of the city, dragging their families with them, some children were crying, and some adults were scolding.
Passing by Zhao Nianyun's house, everyone stopped slightly, and then let Zhao Nianyun go first.
Zhao Fuyun knew that they were still afraid of him.
He just nodded towards the people standing there, and he didn't know whether they could see it or not in the darkness.
However, at this time, the county magistrate Zhu Puyi also happened to come over. He shouted the instruction and walked side by side with him.
"Sir, do you know why everyone is going outside at this time?" Zhao Fuyun asked.
"I don't know the specifics. It seems to be this tradition in Wuze. I'll call a local to talk about it." After Zhu Puyi finished speaking, he shouted behind him: "Mi Liang, Mi Liang, come here."
A lean young man ran forward quickly.
"This is the newly appointed police officer of the county government. He is from the local Mi family. The family is engaged in growing medicine. He is a good family man. I heard that there is a shortage of people in the county government, so I came to apply."
Zhao Fuyun looked at him. Although this young man looked lean, he had a knife on his waist. Looking at the cloth wrapped around the handle, it was obvious that the knife was commonly used. When he looked over, Although he lowered his head respectfully as a courtesy, there was no timidity in his eyes. He looked like a good martial arts practitioner and a courageous person.
He knew that that fire also made many people see a different situation, and some people were willing to take a gamble, so some people joined the county government.
"Mi Liang, tell Master Jiayu, what is going on?" Zhu Puyi said.
"Your Majesty, please tell me that various ancestral halls in the county are expelling the ghosts from the river. Every year, a ghost will grow up in the river and disrupt everyone's normal fishing. Therefore, it needs to be expelled or killed. This Only then can everyone’s fishing be less dangerous in the next year.”
Zhao Fuyun thought of the gloomy thing sitting in the boat during the day.
"Does it need it every year?" Zhao Fuyun asked.
"Yes, because there are many evil spirits in the fog river, it only takes one year for another powerful nightmare to grow." Mi Liang said.
Zhao Fuyun thought, if it was just an ordinary river, how could it hide evil and absorb evil like this? Is it the riverbed in this section of the river, or is there something wrong with the source?
"Can you tell me the origin of this foggy river?" Zhao Fuyun asked.
"The origin of Wuhe? What origin can Wuhe have? When there was no Wuze County, there was this Wuhe." Mi Liang said reflexively.
"The elders in your clan have never told any legends about this foggy river?" Zhu Puyi interjected from the side.
"I heard it when I was a kid. They were all untrue rumors. It's not good for little people to hear these. Whenever the time comes, I can't sit still and just want to practice sword skills. Most of the time I practice sword skills in the woods, with Go to the mountains to find wild beasts to fight and practice swordsmanship..."
"Forget it, it seems you don't know anything anymore." When Zhu Puyi said this, he glanced sideways at Zhao Fuyun and found that he was not impatient or disgusted. He then said: "Speaking of which, Before I came here, I checked some files, and there are some legends about the Wuhe River, but these legends are quite absurd, would you like to hear the instructions?"
"Of course, sir, please speak." Zhao Fuyun said.
The two of them talked while walking. They were not walking very fast, and the people behind them were not willing to pass them, so they followed behind them. Mi Liang saw that he did not need to reply, so he slowly fell behind and talked with the people behind them. Walk and talk together.
"I once read this book "Miscellaneous Notes on Mountains and Rivers of Southern Xinjiang" and it said that a long time ago, this river was the birthplace of the Fog Demon, so he established a Fog Kingdom in this river, and all the young people who strayed into it Men and women will be buried in the river, but the bodies will not rot, but the souls will appear in the fog and become a member of this fog country."
"Is that it?" Zhao Fuyun asked again: "If that's the case, it's impossible that no one has come to explore it over the years."
"It is true, so this statement is not credible." Zhu Puyi said.
Zhao Fuyun didn't think this statement was completely unbelievable.
The Wuhe River outside the city was not too far away. They had already left the county seat when they spoke. The sound of gongs and drums in their ears was loud. They stopped talking and walked all the way to the river. They saw that along the river, there were More than a dozen drums and gongs.
Everyone who plays gongs and drums is a strong young man, with torches lit around him, making fierce sounds, wave after wave.
Zhao Fuyun understood at a glance that he was driving away the ghosts in the river in this way.
Because it was night and the angle he was standing at, he didn't see what was going on in the river, only darkness.
He headed towards the Chijun Temple. The Chijun Temple was on the hillside next to it. There were some people standing and watching. When they saw Zhao Fuyun coming, those who were talking fell silent.
Zhu Puyi followed closely behind him, and behind him was Mi Liang. Behind Mi Liang were two more young men, each armed with weapons. They were probably his brothers and friends.
Someone gave up a place with a good angle. He stood over and looked. His eyes were filled with light, and he could faintly see a boat in the river.
The boat he saw during the day was still there. He remembered that there was a ghost in the boat. The wind blowing from the river was cold, which showed the strong Yin energy in the river.
At this moment, Zhao Fuyun saw a fire burning in an iron pot on the river bank below. The iron pot seemed to be burning with some kind of resin, and the flames were blazing.
He saw someone picking up a bow and an arrow. The front end of the arrow was also wrapped with something black, and put it into the hot pot. After a while, it was already burning when it was taken out.
He nocked an arrow, opened his bow, and shot. The arrow drew a line in the darkness and landed directly on the awning boat.
The moment the arrow fell, everyone saw many river shrimps and crabs crawling away from the boat.
Faintly, everyone saw a person sitting there.
"It's Lihe!" someone with good eyesight shouted.
Zhao Fuyun also saw clearly that he was indeed a young man, all wet, with mud on his body, his hair disheveled, his feet bare, his clothes loose, and a crab coming out of his hair.
The rocket landed outside the awning not far in front of his feet.
He suddenly opened his mouth and vomited, and the rocket wrapped in resin oil was extinguished instantly.
"Li He, is it you?" someone asked.
"Lihe!"
This man seemed to have quite a few friends, so many people were calling his name.
…
"Don't shout." An old man's voice said loudly.
"What's the dead ghost's name? Do you want him to come to your house?" the old man said.
"Everyone who dies in the Fog River will be caught by the river. Don't you know?" Another old man said.
"Let the insects go and let the flying insects bite them." said the old man who spoke before.
"Ordinary bugs can't do anything to the things in this river." Someone said.
"Last year it was Ma Wutian who was responsible. His golden silkworm was quite good at dealing with these things. Unfortunately, he is already dead."
"It would be fine if Lingva and Shiva are here. Their ghosts were caught from this river..."
"As long as Tang Ye is here, nothing will happen."
"Don't tell, they are all dead."
"Yes, dead, they all died at once..."
"No matter what, you have to try."
So, more than ten people released the ghosts from the Yin bags and black altars around them, and the ghosts headed towards the middle of the river. However, when they reached the river, the fog seemed to be alive, sucking the ghosts into it. Instantly pulled into a river.
"Ahhhh..." People who lost their ghosts all shouted in fear.
At this time, Miss Han, who was holding the basket, opened the mouth of the cloth, and gold bugs flew out one after another. The gold bugs came to the sky above the boat in the middle of the river, hovering, but they could not fall down, as if they were trapped. As if confused.
Han Xiaoniang's thoughts turned around, and the insects flew back without success.
Everyone was helpless.
Just then, a voice said, "Bring me an arrow."
They turned around and saw a young man with clean clothes. Although not gorgeous, he showed a simple and elegant look.
This was none other than Zhao Fuyun, the new eunuch who had burned their entire Wu County to death overnight.
The young lady next to her looked at Zhao Fuyun with a brilliant look in her eyes.
The young man with one bare arm immediately handed over an arrow, which was a bamboo arrow.
After Zhao Fuyun took it, he looked at it, then held it in his left hand with the tip of the arrow pointing upward, and clamped the sword finger of his right hand over the burning iron pot next to him. Everyone saw a little flame between his fingers. .
Then I saw him pointing his sword at the arrow and writing something as fast as writing.
He wrote the Red Flame Divine Mantra and drew a fire talisman.
I saw only a tiny bit of fire flickering on the arrow.
In a very short period of time, everyone saw that the arrow shaft was burned black. Finally, they saw him grabbing another handful of firelight, holding the arrow for a while, and seemed to be thinking something in his mouth.
I saw fire surging in his hand. When he let go, the fire dissipated. Everyone felt that the originally ordinary bamboo arrow was actually emitting divine light in the darkness at this moment.
"Try shooting one more arrow, directly at something in the boat."
