Tonight, there was a strange moonless night, and the capital was deathly silent. Even the shouts of the watchmen had disappeared. The dark night is like a dark devil, opening its bloody mouth in search of tonight's feast.
The land of Gyeonggi.
A woman's tragic scream completely broke the original silence and woke up the sleeping people.
First, a sleepless old man rushed to the scene first following the sound, followed by batches of strong farm men, and then some bold women and old women.
But when they saw that scene with their own eyes, they all looked horrified. The huge courtyard was filled with villagers who came one after another, but no one said a word.
The atmosphere was eerily silent.
It was a dismembered female body, torn apart like a clockwork puppet. Under the pale moonlight, you can see the gradually spreading mottled spots on the ground, like branches branching out, which are pools of spreading blood.
The old man who was the first to discover the body bent down tremblingly, his old and withered hands rummaging through the dripping flesh and blood, as if searching for something.
The cold wind suddenly rose, filled with blood and bitter salt, and passed through the dark and boundless wilderness, which was terrifying and shrill.
After a long time, the old man straightened up tremblingly.
He faced the crowd, almost shouting at the top of his voice in order to prevent his voice from being drowned by the howling wind.
"Stay here, man! Go home quickly, woman! Lock the door, extinguish the candles, put the blanket over your head, and don't look at any movement!"
Not long after, a crowd of torches poured into the courtyard, dispelling the original darkness.
A slender man with his head wrapped in a white scarf strode up to the old man.
The man's face was extremely ugly. He hesitated for a moment and whispered: "Mr. Zhang, Shi Gandang is loose."
"Where's that talisman?" The old man frowned.
"also......"
"Also... dropped."
The man said bitterly, his voice could not be any quieter.
There was an instant uproar in the hospital.
The old man took a deep breath, looked up, slowly closed his eyes, and murmured softly,
"In order to guard this ghost, the Qingyang Mountain Ding was destroyed during its heyday, with blood flowing into rivers and corpses floating in the river; the Confucian Zhangzhao Academy was razed to the ground, and there is no longer the sound of the ancient books; the 108 pagodas of Tuoling Temple Total destruction, extremely miserable scene.”
The old man slowly opened his eyes, looking constantly from one person to another, sighing inwardly, feeling a little miserable.
Most of the people in front of me had converted to Qingyang Mountain in the past. They were the lowest-ranking Taoist priests in Qingyang Mountain and the last Taoist priests in Qingyang Mountain.
On the day when the mountain gate was destroyed, they were only in their weak years, wearing Taoist robes and fluttering skirts, looking like immortals.
In the decades that followed, they married, had children, and farmed here. They no longer had immortal bones and were no longer frail, but completely became stubble-faced farm men.
Nowadays, the Zhongyue Stone dares to loosen, the talisman of the former head of Qingyang Mountain peels off, and the ghost breaks through the restriction.
The old man suddenly saw a certain fact clearly and his heart trembled.
Those who take refuge in purity in Qingyang Mountain will not be able to become immortals.
Only to be swallowed by this ghost.
The man with his head wrapped in a white scarf took a big step forward and said in a loud voice: "Mr. Zhang, you are the one who was in charge in the past. Give me the order!"
The old man looked around, staring at everyone with his old eyes, and said solemnly: "Everyone, time is running out. I will only say this once."
The old man took a deep breath and said loudly: "All those who miss their wives and children can leave without blaming themselves. From the day Qingyang Mountain was destroyed, when you came to this land of Gyeonggi, you have returned to the secular world and are no longer Taoist priests. So you have no need or responsibility, so you must choose to suppress ghosts."
"Go back! Protect your wives and children at home. You have been very unfortunate in the first half of your life. There is no need to suffer like this again."
There was silence for a moment.
One person clasped his fists and said in a deep voice: "Zhang Zhanglu, take care!"
The old man smiled happily and nodded slightly.
Those who leave have their heads wrapped in white scarves.
Apart from the old man, he is the most powerful person in the village, and also the most talented person among the younger generation in Qingyang Mountain in the past.
The old man smiled and said: "Everyone, he has left, you can go too."
Another man walked out of the crowd, came to the old man, clasped his fists and bowed, and said in a deep voice: "Take care."
After that, he turned around and left.
The old man turned his head suddenly, staring in a certain direction, his expression serious, his tone suddenly cold and serious, "There is no time! Let's go, let's go!"
The crowd instantly boiled and rushed in all directions.
No one was left.
As the old man said, they are no longer Taoist priests in Qingyang Mountain, nor are they pure people who have converted to Taoism.
For them, the first half of their lives was like a dream, like a flame, like the moon in the water. Things were different and people were different. There was nothing worth being attached to, but the second half of their lives was different.
They work at sunrise and rest at sunset. Their sweat and blood have long been intertwined with the fields. Back home, the wife took the hoe and served the food, and the children ran all the way, eager to express their longing for the whole day. For them, this was a tender time that they had never had before.
When Qingyang Mountain was destroyed and they came to the capital to open up villages, they could afford it.
But today, if they risk their lives to pursue righteousness and leave their wives and children without anyone to support them, they cannot let go.
It's human nature.
In the blink of an eye, there was only one person left in the huge courtyard.
The old man smiled with relief, this was exactly what he wanted to see most.
A person who sacrifices his life for righteousness should be a person who has no worries or worries.
The wind suddenly became shrill and harsh.
An extremely majestic and vicious energy attacked the old man overwhelmingly.
The old man made a hand seal with his hands and shouted in a low voice: "In the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, I settled the town and told all the spirits. Yuedu is the real official and the only spirit of the land. Left the society and the right Ji, don't be alarmed. Return to the right path and clarify the inside and outside. Everyone is in position and guard the altar. Court. The Supreme Being has an order to search for evil spirits. Protect the Dharma King and protect the chanting of scriptures. Convert to the great road, Yuan Henry Zhen. Be as urgent as the law!"
Suddenly sand and rocks flew, and the earth trembled.
The yellow sand gathered and stagnated into a statue of the Earth God, with eyes wide open and angry, towering like a heavenly being.
"You are so bold and evil, why don't you go away quickly?"
The sound of the great bell and the great cauldron reverberated throughout the whole world.
The Taoist God of the Earth spell can summon the gods of the earth and mountains to protect the right path and ward off evil spirits.
However, the next second, the towering Dharma image collapsed, leaving only yellow sand and gravel falling from the sky.
In the Earth Temple in the southwest of the imperial city, the towering gilded statue that was worshiped by people and officials every day exploded to pieces!
A talisman was thrown into the sky,
"Five stars suppress the color, illuminating the mysterious world. Thousands of gods and saints protect my true spirit. I am as urgent as a law!"
The vicious energy dissipated immediately like water hitting a stone.
The old man shouted angrily: "You are so bold and evil, why don't you show yourself soon!"
"The heaven and earth are natural, the filthy energy is dispersed, the cave is mysterious, and the power of the eight directions of Taiyuan shines brightly, making me natural. The Lingbao Talisman tells the nine heavens. Urgency is like a law!"
A ray of white light, like a line between heaven and earth, slowly crossed over, and finally burst into a dazzling light.
For a moment, it was as bright as day.
The ghost was finally forced to reveal itself and fell straight down.
The old man pinched the talisman with his hand, screamed out a stream of pure energy, and used both hands to point his sword. On it, fierce fire spreads.
Almost with a desperate attitude, the old man rushed towards the ghost.
A red talisman appeared quietly behind the ghost.
Suddenly, a murderous aura filled the air between heaven and earth, acting as a force to suppress the ghosts.
The evil spirit that originally existed in the ghost has become as thin as paper.
Suddenly, the old man's heart trembled, and by some strange mistake, he shouted: "The golden light appears quickly to protect the real person!"
boom!
The old man's figure exploded backwards, retreating a full twenty feet before he stumbled and stabilized.
Only a thin layer of golden light shrouded his body.
The old man was breathing heavily and his face was serious.
If he hadn't recited the Golden Light Mantra in time, he might have been dead and dismembered.
This thousand-year-old ghost has accumulated too much resentment and is even more powerful and violent than it was decades ago.
"I will kill you today!"
The old man's figure appeared again, and the talismans were scattered all over the sky.
"The path of immortality always brings good fortune, and the path of ghosts always brings misfortune; the high is pure and beautiful, and the sad songs are loud in the sky; I only hope that the way of heaven will be fulfilled, and I don't want the world of humanity to be poor. There are thousands of ghosts in Quanmiao Mansion in the northern capital. Be as urgent as the law!"
Golden light suddenly appeared, and a majestic palm print stood between heaven and earth, like the five mountains slowly crossing.
The old man is hanging in the air, with golden light billowing in his sleeves and robes, and his clothes are fluttering, like a Taoist immortal.
The ghost became obviously violent.
The suppressive talismans began to shake.
"Kill my senior brother, destroy my mountain gate, and harm the common people. If you don't die, what will happen to the laws of heaven?!"
At this moment, the old man is in high spirits and no longer shows any signs of decadence and sorrow.
"Taoists cultivate immortality, and the world admires purity. But in more than five hundred years of Qingyang Mountain, has it ever received half the blessing of purity?!"
The golden palm print that towered like a mountain finally came slowly across.
Between heaven and earth, there is an extremely powerful pressure.
The old man closed his eyes. He had been depressed for too long in his life.
The eventful years of the past come to mind one by one like a fleeting glimpse of flowers.
The heart is filled with depression and the truth cannot be found.
That might as well, on today's day, just spit it out!
The old man suddenly took out his palm.
The illusory palm print suddenly burst into extremely dazzling golden light, illuminating the entire world.
The terrifying and coercive palm prints are wrapped in the majestic and astonishing Qi of the Three Purities, making a move to suppress the ghosts.
"The evil obstacles, the reincarnation of cause and effect, this is your retribution!"
The ghost screamed miserably, and the evil energy in the body surged out crazily, but was immediately suppressed by the three pure energy.
The evil energy has become as thin as paper, and the ghost gradually emerges into a human shape.
It was the woman who died tragically earlier.
The old man was furious and said, "I will let you die if you are evil!"
A trembling sound suddenly sounded.
Quiet and chilly.
In the village village, the ancient blue sword hanging on the beam of the house broke through the beam as if it had received some kind of summons.
The rainbow penetrated the sun and flew towards the old man.
Since the destruction of Qingyang Mountain, no one has cared about this sword anymore. It is only used as an ordinary magic weapon to suppress the Yin Qi of Yizhuang.
But decades ago, someone held this sword and suppressed the ghosts.
Hundreds of years ago, someone even carried this sword and went to the ghost town of Fengdu alone to suppress countless vicious creatures.
This sword is a token of the leader of Qingyang Mountain and is called "Suppressing Demons".
And this is the fate of all Taoist priests in Qingyang Mountain.
A stream of cyan light shot straight towards the ghost.
The ghost figure retreated dozens of feet away.
A shocking ravine was torn into the ground.
Another streak of mottled light fell straight from the golden sky.
The ghost's figure retreated again, and actually escaped hundreds of feet away.
The old man slowly exhaled a breath of pure Tao Qi, using it to warm up a very high-grade purple gold talisman.
Taoist talismans are divided into grades. Yellow talismans are the most common and have the lowest grade.
Next is a red talisman, which is extremely rare and can only be painted by a reclusive person who is accomplished in Taoism.
In the past, when Qingcheng Mountain was at its peak, there were only a few people who could draw red talismans.
At the top, there is a purple gold talisman, which contains the Qi of the Three Pure Ones. It has great killing power and can easily kill evil spirits.
Generally, only the master of a Taoist gate can draw it.
Finally, and the one with the highest quality, is a black talisman that is almost unique in the world.
No one in the world can draw this black talisman that has been passed down for thousands of years.
A black talisman is the last trump card of a Taoist sect.
"You have caused harm to the world for thousands of years. It's time for you to go home!"
The extremely pure Qi of the Three Purities flows out of the purple gold talisman, slowly coiling around the sword body.
The whole sky and earth are filled with bright green light.
The Qi of the Three Purities is like a great river, flowing thousands of miles away.
Before the sword was released, the ghost had already fled madly.
Be it the capital city or a small village, everything is very inconspicuous.
But the old man is unknown.
Everyone in the world doesn't know that among the top ten people in the world, there is a talisman master. If you look at the realm of Fulu alone, it can be compared with the immortal who wielded a sword to kill Fengdu five hundred years ago.
After Qingyang Mountain was destroyed in the past, there was no trace of it again.
The number one talisman maker in the world is Wang Huaqing.
(I wish you all a happy New Year. Flowers are the same every year, but people are different every year. Cherish the people in front of you, the people in your heart, and miss the people. I wish you all can have all your wishes come true in the new year, and I wish you all the best. The novel is booming~)
