The sound of Jiang Wen closing the door when he left echoed in his ears, and it seemed like a partridge was shouting a few words in the bushes. In the mountain house that was so cold to the bone, soon only the two old monks were left sitting opposite candles.
Until Jiang Wen came down the mountain, it was time for the two of them to talk. Master An Ren slowly expressed his doubts.
"Senior brother, I still can't figure it out... A serious illness like that of Xu Gong Hongzu could be cured by fumigation in the medicine pool. The female donor only had a slight scar in her meridians. Why did she suffer this calamity?"
Abbot Hongbian sighed softly and talked about the past.
"Anren, do you remember what Master said when he built the medicine pool? It's sad to say that the stone cave medicine pool had little effect on you at first. Donor Xu Hongzu also interrupted the fumigation because thieves stole books. Now the female donor has met with something unexpected. It makes sense.”
Memories came to mind, and Master Anren also sighed in a low voice: "Amitabha, of course I remember Master's words. Master said that if the stone cave medicine pool is built, even if it has miraculous effects, if the time of blessing and wisdom is not achieved and the karma is sufficient, it will not work. After all, it’s hard to achieve success.”
Abbot Hongbian said calmly: "That's right. We were greedy for forcing opportunities before. It's better to go down the mountain to benefit others by pinzhao, and in exchange for Jiang Tanyue's compassion to give, when this good relationship is formed, the Buddha will naturally bless him. .”
After saying this, he raised his hand and said to Anren, "Besides, who else in the Sittan Temple is more suitable than Pinzhao?"
Master Anren was stunned when he heard the words, and then he showed a hint of enlightenment, and his body sitting cross-legged suddenly straightened up, "This good relationship originated between the two of us, and it should be repaid by Sidan Temple. It's good, it's good, I I almost forgot about the photos..."
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On the winding mountain road outside the gate of Xitan Temple, the dark-faced young monk stood in the shade of the trees and bumped into Jiang Wen who was carrying Luo Shuang'er down the mountain. He had obviously been waiting here for a long time.
Xitan Temple is the easternmost jungle of Jizu Mountain. It leans against nine dangerous cliffs at the back and faces the Big and Small Dragon Ponds in front. It has a good geomantic omen and is surrounded by two layers of dragons. Therefore, the road is difficult to climb in the dark night. At first, the two of them didn't talk much. Under the guidance of Pinzhao, we first came to the open area at the foot of the mountain, where we could vaguely see a patch of white sand like snow outside Fengwei Village, and then we quickly walked around the trail to the north.
As the road gradually became smoother after going down the mountain, Jiang Wen, who was carrying Luo Shuang'er on his back, was in the mood to chat with Pinzhao. After going back and forth, he also found out some things he didn't know before.
Pinzhao looked honest and honest, and his facial features were not that of a Han Chinese, but his behavior was quite like that of a monk. However, Jiang Wen now knew that he had not received full ordination, so he could not be called a real monk, so he casually asked about him becoming a monk. s reason.
After some inquiring, Jiang Wen found out what tribe Pinzhao was from, which would later be called the Naxi tribe. They were closely related to the Mu family. The Mu family is the official surname of the Naxi people. Starting from the Mude chieftain in the Hongwu period of the Ming Dynasty, the surname Mu was limited to the family of the chieftain of the Mu family. Even the relatives of the chieftain of the Mu family had to change their surname after three generations. "Ah", after five generations the surname must be changed to "He".
"Little Master, it turns out that not only are you not Han, but your identity is also unusual. With our relationship being so familiar, why are you still hiding this from me?"
Previously, the young monk mentioned that his common name was "Acuolin". Jiang Wen only thought it was a name in a dialect. He did not expect that his surname was "A". He also forgot that Xitan Temple was the family temple of Lijiang Chieftain Mu's family. , if this little monk is really ordinary, how can he become a monk here casually?
"Donor Jiang, I have never concealed anything from you. I heard the abbot and the elders talk about you earlier. It was Master Jingjing who said he was afraid that I would talk to you, so I couldn't bear to tell you."
Pinzhao looked at Jiang Wen innocently, looking a little aggrieved, as if he wanted to tell everything he had been holding back to prove his innocence. "My uncles don't believe me. Although I'm not very familiar with Jizu Mountain, I still know something about the Yunnan area. I don't think what the donor encountered was a ghost, but a dry muntjac!"
Pinzhao was walking and talking, looking around vigilantly at all times, as if he was very careful about the ghosts in the mountains and forests. He turned around and realized that Jiang Wen didn't believe it and continued to explain.
"Uncle An Ren once said that this is true. There is a lot of metal energy in the land of Yunnan. The people who mined the mines were crushed to death when they encountered a collapse. Their resentment lasted for hundreds of years, and when they were infected by the metal energy in the land, they became If you encounter a living person inside the cave, you will pounce on it and bite it to death, or it will turn into poisonous smoke and kill people outside the cave."
These words were somewhat personal. Jiang Wen listened to him with a smile before he asked unhurriedly.
"Okay, the story can be told so vividly - little master, did you not like to study much before you became a monk?" Jiang Wen suddenly asked his soul.
As expected, Pinzhao immediately became discouraged and said to Jiang Wen embarrassedly: "The donor discovered this. I used to like to run out and have fun, and my sister always taught me a lesson and wouldn't let me get along with those unscrupulous people." People come and go.”
Jiang Wen laughed at first, and then patted him on the shoulder empathetically: "It's okay. My parents didn't let me play with bad kids at first, but they definitely didn't guess that good kids would play with me..."
Pinzhao perked up after hearing the words, and instantly wanted to introduce Jiang Wen as a confidant. The friendship between the two also increased with each other's words: "Little Master, I would like to ask, why do you always want to seek supernatural powers?" ?Is this of any use to you?"
Pinzhao looked at the dark mountain forest and murmured to himself, "My powers are so versatile, you won't understand..."
There was only a moment of silence, and Pinzhao soon revealed his youthful nature. After a few casual words, he pretended to be mature and said to Jiang Wen: "Donor Jiang, although you have magical powers and are not afraid of these things, 80% of the people you met in the cave It's the 'dry muntjac', I'm afraid it crawled out from the cracks in the rocks when you weren't paying attention!"
"Dry muntjac?"
Jiang Wen recited the name several times, and was very unfamiliar with this thing mixed with some accent, so Pinzhao simply introduced the strange and chaotic thing on the desolate night road.
Pinzhao told Jiang Wen that Yunnan has been plagued by disasters and military disasters since ancient times. When civilians encounter disasters or military disasters, they will hide in the mountains and wait until the war subsides before coming out. If they go back and forth like this, they will encounter some unexplainable things in the mountains. Strange things.
"For example, there are countless ghost caves in Jizu Mountain. People once escaped and hid in them accidentally, but they all died inside. These caves are not difficult to find. If someone goes in, they can see piles of bones. It's big but it's big inside. Footprints of people and livestock will always appear on the fine sand at the entrance of the cave. After being swept away, they will appear again. When it's night, the mountain will be covered with ghost fire like a mist."
Jiang Wen thought about it for a moment. The scene where Luo Shuang'er was soaking in the medicine pool and the mummy of a miner in rotten clothes quietly emerged from the cracks in the rocks made her scalp feel numb. Unfortunately, Luo Shuang'er was unconscious now and there was no way to tell her. What happened in their cave.
"Little master, what I met was a 'dry muntjac' or a 'scary ghost'. The most important thing now is to revive the person. By the way, do you have any good ideas to revive Sister Shuang?"
Pinzhao looked at Jiang Wen with determination, obviously very happy that he could be of use. He pointed to the mountain col not far ahead and said: "Donor Jiang, don't be anxious, I have a way for you to wake her up. Wait until we get there The place where you stay will definitely wake up the female donor!"
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"Amitabha, I'm still a little worried about Pinzhao."
Master Anren said to Hongbian with a serious expression, "Senior brother, Pinzhao's practice is still shallow and he is obsessed with magical powers. You and I tried every possible means to bring him into Buddhism, and now we let him go back to contact the heretics. Will there be any repercussions?" Harmed him?"
Abbot Hongbian sat still as still as a mountain, slowly twirled the Buddhist beads in his hands, and whispered in a low voice without stopping, "Anren, carrying water and firewood is nothing more than learning Taoism. You can practice Zen with pine, wind, water and moon, so why not wander back to heretics?" Pinzhao has been studying Buddhism under the disciples of Sidan Temple for some time. If he can easily return to heresy, what use will he learn from Buddhism?"
"But when Pinzhao first went up the mountain, he almost committed suicide trying to find the foggy road in Jizu Mountain Yin to travel to Cuiguo. Now, letting him go out late at night is extremely dangerous. He is afraid that he will get lost and wander into the depths of the sea of misery."
Master Anren was still worried. At this time, he looked like an ordinary old man. What he did and said was far from the majestic Abbot Hongbian in front of him, let alone compared with the Buddhist genius who was infinitely close to the Arahant status. It seemed that The cultivation of Buddhism is nowhere to be found in him.
Abbot Hongbian nodded slightly, and in turn persuaded his junior brother, "Anren, this is how things are in the world. When people hear praise, they are happy, and when they hear slander, they are angry. Every time their merits and demerits change, they rise and fall in the six paths of reincarnation. Therefore, the Buddha is People in the world talk about the five precepts, the ten good deeds, the eightfold path, the six paramitas, and all kinds of dharma. We can only try our best to correct people's misunderstandings with the knowledge of enlightenment..."
"Amitabha, the foggy road to the green country is illusory. People say that there are white deer accompanying the snow to brew fine wine, but I only saw mountains of white bones. The Buddha's light on Jizu Mountain shines all over the place, but it cannot shine through the sea of evil. Tie photos. Cause and effect are destined, and if this is the case, there is naturally nothing the old monk can do..."
Master Anren fell silent and appeared to be listening, as if he had noticed some subtle changes in the misty night.
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Jiang Wen kept track of the steps in his mind and walked about two miles north to the foothills of Jizu Mountain. He finally stopped under a flat rock. He looked up and saw the village cluster hanging high in the sky. There was a pool of clear water in the middle, which was sparkling. This is the Dalongtan you can see when looking down from Sidtan Temple.
The water in Dalongtan is four to five feet deep. According to Pinzhao, it never overflows or dries up all year round. Locals can freely carry water from this pool for thirsty drinking and irrigating their gardens. This is also the so-called Jishan outer gully. In the early years, climbers used this as the starting point to enter the mountain, and then rested in Fengwei Village.
Pinzhao led Jiang Wen into the village by a familiar route, and then made a roundabout way to the edge of the village, near a low-pressure house with thatched eaves. It was cold and windy late at night, and the oil lamp in the house could be seen slightly shining through the window. Occasionally, figures appeared on the gauze, and coughs could also be heard faintly.
Pinzhao calmed down for a moment, then went up and knocked on the door gently. Soon, a slow and stagnant pace sounded in the room out of thin air, and the other noises suddenly disappeared.
"Who's knocking?"
Pinzhao didn't speak and continued to knock on the door gently, but just like that, the reassuring coughing melody slowly sounded in the room again.
The firewood door slowly opened, still cautious in its movements. The dim yellow light lit by turbid oil suddenly shone on Pinzhao's newly shaved scalp. Opposite of it, an old woman with a wrinkled face poked her head out of the house. .
Jiang Wen stood three steps behind Pin Zhao, not wanting to show any aggression so as not to irritate the suspicious old woman. At the same time, the woman's curly bun, ringed ears, and strange clothes also made him slowly guess that Pin Zhao was here. The intention of the line.
"Are you...Acuolin?"
The other party recognized the stranger for a while, and then he could distinguish the familiar facial features on the stranger's face, and slightly relaxed his grip on the door panel.
"Grandma Sunny, it's me, open the door and let me in."
"No, you can't find the fog road to travel to the Cui Kingdom anymore. No matter what you say, it's useless! In order to help you last time, the four-headed god Karan got angry and broke the sutra tablets. If you continue to act like this, you will be led by the wind ghost. gone……"
Pinzhao's face turned green and red, and he held his breath and said decisively to the old woman: "Grandma Sunny, this is not why I came today - there is a good man whose soul has been lost, and I need your help to find it!"
Jiang Wen could tell that although this old woman with curly buns and ears looked ferocious, she looked at Pingzhao, or Acuolin, with a kind of awe. Her evil appearance was just to scare him away. In fact, she did not Not wanting to offend him, seeing that Pinzhao couldn't drive him away at this time, he opened the door coldly and let a few people in.
"...Huhun? Then come in."
The floor inside Chaimen was simply paved with sand, and several wooden beds were placed randomly in the room. It was a subtle mixture of emptiness and narrowness. It turned out that the lamps and candles were dim and could not illuminate the interior furnishings clearly.
What's more important is that the eyes are starting to feel sore, because there is a smell of old herbs and old people's oil, a natural mixture of strange smells entering the nose, making people frown slightly.
Pinzhao entered the house and said hello, and Jiang Wen discovered that in addition to the vicious old woman, there were also several old women who seemed to be sleeping. Their bodies were hidden under the thick quilts and remained motionless. Only the occasional strange throat noises were heard. They are in a state of sleep.
"Grandma Sunny, the situation is urgent. Please call back the soul of the female donor quickly."
Sure enough, the old women saw Ah Cuolin in more than just a picture in front of Jiang Wen. As soon as he gave the order, they all took action, leaving only the vicious old woman still mumbling.
If the one in front of her had only gray hair, then the few old women who climbed up on the bed were undoubtedly gray-haired. They glanced at Pinzhao tremblingly, and then took out some strange things from under their beds. Things, including divine crowns, staffs, bells, sheepskin drums, conchs, and many other magical objects, as well as wooden knives, short bows, birch arrows, wooden pestles and other sundries, were placed on the bed in a puddle, and then they went to their own places. Got busy.
The ferocious old woman walked into the house and took out a brazier, lit the ignition material made of juniper branches again, and picked up a cusp wood witch stick with various patterns of animals, stars, treasures, etc. engraved on all sides. .
"Little Master, are you doing some religious ritual?"
"Wanli Yunnan Tongzhi" says: "During the three hundred years of the Song Dynasty, South China was abandoned as a foreign land, and few words survived, so that the two Han Dynasties could not be continued..." Jiang Wen understood it and took the original photo. It took him to find some wizards from the Mo tribe in the village. In a place where Bai, Miao, and Naxi people live together, I am afraid that only locals like Pinzhao can accurately find the wizards. The Dongba religion, which has been passed down from generation to generation among these tribes, is very different from that of the Han people. It seems that there must be witchcraft that can awaken Luo Shuang'er.
Sonny is either the name of a certain person, or a few old women with curly buns, ears and strange clothes, or some of the remaining witches among the people who are regarded as "vulgar" and "ignorant" by the Han officials. "——This is undoubtedly the remnant of some ancient customs, so that even survival must be cautious.
"Donor Jiang, put the female benefactor on the ground quickly. Later, Sonny's mother-in-laws will start to recite the incantation. I will hold her hands and feet tightly to prevent the evil ghosts from getting close to her. You will take off your shoes and cover your eyes." One hand was close to the brazier and the other hand grabbed the female donor’s wrist.”
Pinzhao ordered Jiang Wen in a familiar manner. It was obviously not the first time he had experienced such a ceremony. The toothless mouths of several old women were mumbling vague words at all times. Pinzhao listened carefully, While telling Jiang Wen the follow-up matters, a simple folk altar was finally decorated.
"Donor, please remember to close your eyes and never open them. Until you see the female benefactor waving to you, grab her and open her eyes, forcefully bring her soul back, and ignore the rest!"
It didn't take long to prepare. Jiang Wen did as he was told. He felt the warmth of the brazier burning firewood in his palms and covered his eyes with a piece of cloth.
Sunny's mother-in-laws sat around Luo Shuang'er holding magic weapons, while the presiding priest held a witch stick and faced the brazier, constantly throwing in fresh Erythrina wood branches. Thick smoke filled the air and filled the whole room.
Not long after, several people suddenly let out a long chant of "Woo...". The Sunny grandmothers blew the conch horn, rang the bells, and beat the tambourine. They shook their bodies on their hands and feet, making a sound like the arrival of a great god. Jiang Wen slowly fell into silence amidst the noise, discerning every sound around him and waiting for the agreed upon moment.
I don't know how long time passed. Jiang Wen didn't wait for any changes before his eyes, but there was a commotion in his ears first.
"Peng!" "Peng!"
The closed wooden door suddenly vibrated, as if someone was hitting the door panel again and again, trying to break in. Grandma Sunny, who was in charge of the sacrifice, was trembling all over. She threw twigs of tangerine trees into the brazier non-stop, opened her mouth and blew the flames in the basin, hoping that the fire would come soon. Some burning green branches.
"Don't worry about it, it's just the wandering spirit knocking on the door, the donor just needs to concentrate..."
However, as soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind blew out of nowhere, and the sound turned out to be that the door suddenly opened and rushed towards several people.
Pinzhao stared blankly at the empty night, his hands and feet paused for a moment, but the strong wind never stopped violently bombarding Pinzhao and Jiang Wen who were facing the door. At this time, only this human-shaped screen could stop the chaos and reduce the chaos. A bit of the power of a strange wind. The fire candles in the house were extinguished instantly, leaving only the firewood in the brazier burning, which could illuminate a small area.
Jiang Wen, who was blindfolded, suddenly felt that Luo Shuang'er, who had been unconscious for a long time and was limp, started twitching with his hands, as if he was being violently stimulated by electric current and was about to break free and attack him at any time.
"Donor Jiang, you must hold it down! Don't let go!"
Pinzhao continued to warn in the strong wind, his tone of voice anxious, as if as soon as Jiang Wen let go, Luo Shuang'er would rush into the dark night and disappear into the mountains and forests. He looked outdoors in a daze. He had not expected such a change in advance, so he had to take over from Granny Sunny and throw out eryngium branches so that she could concentrate on waving the witch stick and let out a long whine.
But the strong wind was still raging, constantly tearing apart everything that could be overturned in the wooden house. The cold moon and long wind in Jizu Mountain just happened to add a bit of weirdness and sadness to this mysterious and primitive ceremony, coupled with the convulsions all over the body. Luo Shuang'er was trembling, and Jiang Wen once thought that he was also dreaming.
"Acuolin, you're not the wandering god! It's Feng Gui who discovered you again! You shouldn't have come to Jizu Mountain!"
The ferocious old woman banged the eucalyptus wood witch stick desperately, causing dust to fly on the ground. She yelled some words to Pinzhao, but Pinzhao looked outside the house indifferently, as if there was something familiar and unfamiliar in the dark forest. Calling for ambush, a shrill suona sounded among the wind, and they slowly walked towards the mountains and forests.
Pinzhao looked at the mountain forest infatuatedly, and the strength to suppress Luo Shuang'er became weaker and weaker. In his eyes, he vaguely saw a woman in a red wedding dress, staggering towards the lonely mountains with her back to him, but her steps were swaying in the wind. The posture did not advance at all, and was clearly more like a hanged ghost floating on the branches.
"elder sister……"
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Outside the window, strange shadows could be faintly discerned among the reeds, and dogs barking could be heard in the distance at the foot of the mountain. They screamed one after another, barking toward the sky until the shapes of the mountains and the moon rippled like water.
Master Anren sounded old in a low voice. When he raised his head to look at Abbot Hongbian, his eyes were worried, "Senior brother, once Donor Jiang leaves, Xitan Temple will probably be in trouble again. You have worked hard for this foundation, but I am trapped." Working here is in vain, so how can I go to see the master..."
Master Anren was so eager that only he knew the reason. Not only have I not made any progress in these decades of hard training, but I have also been unable to progress from listening, thinking, practicing, and entering samadhi. On the contrary, my body is declining with age, and I don't know when my life will come to an end.
The debt he felt towards his master and senior brothers became more and more profound in his heart, so much so that his Buddhist cultivation was still in a state of regression.
Abbot Hongbian twisted the beads and was silent for a long time, then said in a meaningful tone: "Junior brother, do you know what the four great quiet masters in the mountain are talking about?"
Master Anren sighed slightly and turned his head to the side: "It's just that he wants to take advantage of others' danger and compete for the position of the Mu family temple in Lijiang, which is the leader of the Jizu Mountain temples."
The relationship between the temples in the mountain has always been in a very delicate state. At first, it was only thanks to the eminent monks and abbots, such as Zen Master Benwu, who was famous all over the world, that they could outshine the other temples. However, since the death of Zen Master Benwu, the relationship between the temples has gradually changed. Their relationship became discordant, and because of rumors secretly circulating among the monks that Sidtan Temple was haunted, they secretly jointly targeted Sidtan Temple.
But Abbot Hongbian did not speak, and his gray-haired man remained silent in silence. He just raised his eyes to look at his junior brother, and in this look, Master Anren seemed to be struck by thunder.
He is so familiar with this kind of gaze. He is so silent, capable of shouldering heavy responsibilities, and never forgets his own devotion even when studying with determination. He is more and more like his original master, Zen Master Benwu. He is also doing this for his disciples and for the temple. He worked hard until the last moment, and even walked to Tiantai Mountain for himself, seeking Anren's last glimmer of hope...
In fact, when Master Anren hurriedly went down the mountain to seek rescue, he found that Abbot Hongbian was in a very strange state. It seemed that all the emotions of joy, sorrow, and joy were extremely weak on him, and there was another extremely weak state. A great sense of mission is returning from the netherworld and taking over this old body.
Today's Abbot Hongbian looks very much like Zen Master Benwu. At that time, he just frowned slightly. Even if he took Jiang Wen to a certain place according to his orders, he could no longer see in his words that he had tried his best to befriend Jiang Wen before. mean.
Senior Brother remained silent, so Master Anren could only refrain from discussing it for the time being, but Anren could guess that in the short period of time from when he left to when he returned, the only thing that could bring about such a huge change in Senior Brother Hongbian It is unique that the four great masters of Jizushan Temple came to visit...
Abbot Hongbian suddenly smiled indifferently and lowered his eyes, "The four great masters of tranquility in the mountain did not come here for this matter. It is just because it is once every ten years, and it is time to reopen the Yixuan..."
Master Anren had mixed feelings in his heart. He looked at the silent senior brother and instantly understood the reason why the senior brother was so clearly liberated. He also understood the reason why he saw the shadow of the master in him.
The Chinese Buddhist jungle in Yunnan was originally centered on the Liberation Forest in the Black Dragon Pool of Lijiang. Eminent monks gathered like clouds and the incense flourished for hundreds of years. However, Tibetan sects also coveted the wonderful treasure of the Karma Kagyu Sect during the Wanli Period. He personally defeated many eminent monks and took away the ownership of Liberation Forest. Externally, the chieftain of Mufu said that he listened to the suggestion of Karma Kagyu Living Buddha. Han Buddhism could not suppress the plateau terrain of Liberation Forest, so he moved the Han Buddhist temple to Jizu Mountain and built a new Sidan Temple. Linfuguo Temple has since become a major temple of the Karma Kagyu Sect in Tibet.
Later, Jizu Mountain became another center of conflict between Sino-Tibetan Buddhism in Yunnan. When the building was about to collapse, thanks to Zen Master Benwu's surprise, he defeated the Dharma King Miaobao who wanted to take advantage of the victory. Zushan established his footing and agreed with both parties to have another debate twenty years later.
There was no Zen master who was exhausted both mentally and physically and could not wait until then. In the subsequent debate during the Gengchen period of Chongzhen, the temples in Jizu Mountain tried their best to avoid defeat. However, the opponent seemed to be able to handle it with ease. But now that the opponent has made a comeback, the internal situation in Jizu Mountain is It is hard not to say that it is a desperate situation for the Dharma heir to be torn apart.
"Amitabha, this timing is too coincidental..."
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Jiang Wen held Luo Shuang'er's hand tightly. The blindfolded eyes could not prevent him from feeling the things around him. He could clearly detect people swaying around, the door of the hut opening, the surrounding beds collapsing, and the mountains outside the door rolling wildly. This scene The strong wind blowing from Jizu Mountain for some unknown reason actually hit the edge of Dalong Pond.
"Pinzhao, are you okay?! Answer me quickly!
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The surroundings were extremely noisy and quiet, but Jiang Wen didn't know whether he was dreaming or awake. He didn't have a top at hand to test how long it would spin.
In response to this, Jiang Wen's first reaction was to lift the veil and open his eyes to take a look, but Granny Sunny beside her was still moaning and chanting, frantically blowing the conch horn, ringing the bells, and beating the tambourine. , with no intention of stopping for a moment, which made Jiang Wen not sure whether he had made a mistake.
Pinzhao didn't answer for a long time, and Jiang Wen couldn't understand a word of what the old women were saying. Soon, even Pinzhao's movements of suppressing Luo Shuang'er's hands and feet disappeared, as if he was turning into a ghost and drifting towards the wall. , so Jiang Wen could only deal with it according to his own method - at least he couldn't let the twitching Luo Shuang'er sit up, right?
The meridians on his body were like knives cutting, but Jiang Wen still couldn't care about these many things in his desperation. He forced out a little internal force to suppress Luo Shuang'er. When the two of them were touching hands and feet, Jiang Wen suddenly noticed that Luo Shuang'er was inside her body. There is also a familiar internal force that is entangled in Niwan, Tanzhong, and Dantian. It is like the shadow of cold light, which makes people's heart and lungs penetrate. It is the strange and changeable "Hanshan Jin"!
Jiang heard that the same inner energy in the sea of qi was suddenly pulled, and intuitively a ray of light seemed to radiate from the center of his eyebrows, shining inextricably on Luo Shuang'er's forehead. Along with the almost crazy chants and sobs of Sonny's mother-in-law, the eyes under his eyes The scene became clearer and clearer, and finally I saw Luo Shuang'er's figure!
Jiang Wen clearly saw in front of his eyes that it was a garden full of flowers, with countless palaces and pavilions, and the scenery was beautiful. The splendid scenery gradually moved away to the end of the world. However, there was a tall and graceful osmanthus tree in the garden, and Luo Shuang'er was standing there. Standing between the trees, he appeared and disappeared, like a fairy among the flowers quietly and independently, closing his eyes and looking towards Jiang Wen.
With such a scene clearly before his eyes, the confused Jiang Wen instantly remembered what he was going to do, and quickly stepped forward to grab Luo Shuang'er's arm.
"Universe Superman, open your eyes!"
But just when he was about to exert force with his hands, he found that the other party and the laurel tree were indistinguishable from each other. When he heard the sound, his eyes widened and he looked at himself unconsciously. There seemed to be a divine light in the child's body that alternated between yin and yang. Guarding the spiritual platform forever - Jiang Weneng could feel that there was nothing in the divine light, but there was a phantom that was somewhat similar to himself!
Jiang Wen was stunned for a moment, then grabbed Luo Shuang'er's arm and pulled him out of the osmanthus tree. In an instant, the whole world of flowers began to hang upside down, and there was a huge force that threw him away from the sky. He could only hold on to the opponent tightly. He refused to let go, and at the moment when weightlessness and dizziness ensued, Jiang Wen decisively pulled off the cloth covering his eyes!
The moment he opened his eyes, the illusion was shattered, and everything in front of him became silent. Jiang Wen was still sitting on the ground facing the extinguished brazier. He held Luo Shuang'er's hand tightly with one hand and pinched out bruises on his five fingers. Then he saw bloodshot drops on Luo Shuang'er's mouth. Between the originally white and translucent skin, Countless terrifying bloodshot eyes slowly appeared!
"Donor...you finally woke up..."
Pinzhao spoke weakly, his face extremely dark and sallow.
The eucalyptus witch sticks in the brazier have been charred, and now in front of them are rows of brightly colored wooden signs with vague human shapes. Countless elves, monsters, and fairy protectors are drawn on them, and they seem to be quietly performing a scene. There were joys and sorrows, but at this moment, for some reason, the wooden signs were turned upside down, tilted, broken, and cut, each of which made deep carvings on the sandy ground——
Beyond the chaotic carvings on the wooden sign, there are strange traces left like crawling appendages, extending all the way to the outside of the door...
"Pinzhao, are you okay? Why don't you feel right?"
Seeing that Sonny's mothers-in-law were also paralyzed half-dead, Jiang Wen asked quickly, but found that Luo Shuang'er's breathing and heartbeat began to become steady, as if she was awakened from a nightmare and was a precursor to waking up after sweating profusely.
Pinzhao lowered his head in great pain, and there seemed to be tears left in the corners of his eyes. At this time, he was wiping in embarrassment, not caring about the sand on his hands getting into his eyes.
"It's okay, donor, there's nothing wrong with me, my mothers-in-law are just tired..."
Pinzhao said weakly, "The most dangerous thing is the female benefactor. Sunny's mother-in-laws said that the female benefactor did not lose her soul, but was poisoned. Fortunately, she had a 'congpuxi' on her body, so she could do both. We restrained ourselves from breaking out, but if we delay it any longer, we will inevitably die."
"Little Master, what do 'Duxi' and 'Congpuxi' mean? Does this mean someone poisoned you?"
Jiang Wen asked while looking carefully, and sure enough, he found that the streaks of purple blood on Luo Shuang'er's skin turned out to be wisps of poisonous gas that had been forced out of the body, and was condensed in the blood and was about to be discharged. Although the appearance was terrifying, it seemed that she was out of the most danger. The poisonous gas attacks the heart.
Pinzhao quickly explained: "No. I don't know how to say 'Cong Pu Xi' in Chinese, but in your words, 'Du Xi' should probably be called...'Gu'?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Pinzhao noticed that Jiang Wen in front of him suddenly had an extremely dangerous look in his eyes - a fear that was unfathomable even when walking on a cliff of thousands of feet late at night - but in his mouth, there was something... He only said one word of relief.
"...Amitabha, it turns out that someone has poisoned me."
