Mountain ghosts are originally mountain spirits worshiped by Chu State, and countless tribes even use mountain ghosts as totems.
Mountain spirits who have been worshiped in the deep mountains and forests for generations.
As for the secret technique of mountain ghosts.
That is spiritualism.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine boys and girls, barefoot and with their hair down, dressed as mountain ghosts, humming an unknown tune, walked in the square in the middle of Xianyang.
There are solemn Jiuding placed in the square, facing nine directions respectively.
Our ancestors often said, "If you want to conquer the Central Plains, you can win the Nine Cauldrons and conquer the world."
This Jiuding was originally the emperor of Zhou standing in the royal palace of Luoyang. By striking the Jiuding, you can get a passionate elegy for the Qing Dynasty. It is an elegy for the supreme royal power that is constantly changing, and it is also an elegy for the Chinese nation who have suffered from wars for generations.
The rituals collapsed and the music collapsed, and the tile cauldron thundered.
Ye Ye was shocked and restless. Hundreds of rivers are boiling, and mountains and hills are collapsing. The high bank is the valley, and the deep valley is the mausoleum.
The sun is setting, and people's hearts are not as good as before.
The Nine Cauldron finally lay on the land of Great Qin. Everyone stared at the body of the cauldron with bated breath, but did not dare to take a closer look at the famous mountains, great rivers, beautiful places, and strange things painted on it.
Under the dim night sky, there wasn't even a single star.
The bonfire on the ground was crackling and burning, making it suffocating for no reason in the midsummer night.
The mountain ghost opened his arms, and his long sleeves and long hair were blowing in the wind, as if he was bathed in the years of his ancient ancestors. "Woooooooooo--" the strange tone was like a thin line connecting the mortal world and the heaven.
He said to the co-leader of the Qin State, the man of destiny: "King Qin, the soul summoning ceremony can be held."
Ying Zheng's cheeks were pale and bloodless, and he walked over with a Yanyan sick look.
The continuous heartache was close to draining his energy. He coughed twice and looked at Baitao lying in the middle of the Jiuding. A trace of worry flashed through him, and his voice became hoarse and vague, as if it was very difficult to speak. , "Can it be done?"
The mountain ghost smiled and said, "Don't worry, Your Majesty. If it doesn't work, I will chop off the head of this mountain ghost and offer it as a sacrifice for the coming year."
"Ahem."
The wound on Ying Zheng's chest was torn open by the choke, and his lips seemed to be stained with blood. Cold white and bright red faced each other, as if he was wearing a mask of blood and fire, lifeless.
"Conduct a spiritual evocation ceremony."
"yes."
At the command of the mountain ghost, the whirring xun and the cool bone flute began to play, the big drum was beaten, and under the firelight, the boys and girls playing the role of the mountain ghost formed a six-story circle around the white peach and the nine tripods in the middle. Their arms, shoulders, legs and feet swing wildly, and they run fast with three swings of a step to the rhythm of the flames.
The pace is getting faster and faster, more and more urgent.
The mountain ghost is holding a rattle, and the money hanging around his neck is ringing without the wind, and he is humming: "There is someone here, and I want to help him. If the soul is separated, you can give it to him."
Someone is in the lower world, and I want to help her. Although the body is still there, the soul has been separated. Wu Yang, Wu Yang, please make a fortune and return the soul to her.
"Boom - boom -"
A bolt of lightning split in the sky, strong winds sprang up, and the branches were blown this way and that. The bonfire in the square was thrown into the sky with flames. The boys and girls were blown to pieces with their long hair flaring, and the bone flutes were still blowing. While the big drum was still being beaten, a black shadow rose from the ground. It first surrounded the unconscious Baitao, and then flew in front of the mountain ghost. Jie Jie Jie smiled strangely: "Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie."
"Wu Yang, Wu Yang, you can divine and return her soul to her."
The black shadow named Wu Yang turned around after smelling the empty shell, his eyes were extremely sticky, and said: "That is the dream master's business. I'm afraid it's hard for me to follow your words."
The mountain ghost ordered the boys and girls below to cut the skin and flesh on his shoulders. With blood and flesh splattering, Wu Yang was enshrined by the energy of life and excitedly shook his black tail and screamed in the sky.
The mountain ghost said: "You must find her soul. If it's too late, she will die. No matter how she summons her soul, it won't help."
Wu Yang twisted a few times and divided into thousands of black shadows, searching Xianyang Royal City in all directions, and then scattered away from the Qin Kingdom, "The soul returns -"
Wu Yang walked to the east, where a thousand-foot giant was waiting to search for souls. Ten suns were high in the sky day and night, and even metal stones might melt.
"The soul system returns——"
Neither can the South.
There are savages with black teeth and carved patterns on their foreheads. They plunder human flesh as sacrifices and grind bones into powder. Poisonous snakes are as dense as grass, and adders have nine heads. They come and go erratically in order to seek seals. Gods kill humans.
Come back, you can't stay there for long.
"Return your soul!"
There is a great disaster in the West, and the quicksand is spread thousands of miles apart.
As long as you are swept into the thunder abyss by quicksand, it will rot and fester unstoppably. Even if you are lucky enough to come out, you will find an empty and dead city. Red ants are taller than elephants, black bees are like gourds, grains cannot grow, only thatch. You can wrap your belly around it, and you can drink even a little bit of water.
"The soul is back!"
The north wind cannot stay there either. There are freezing high winds and heavy snowfall, so one cannot stay there for too long.
The all-pervasive black shadow finished searching from the southeast to the northwest and then entered the Xiumen in Xianyang of the Qin State. Wu Yang kept screaming strangely and shouted to Ying Zheng sitting on the throne: "The soul is back——"
The mountain ghost also turned his attention to Ying Zheng.
The black shadow flew and rolled towards the edge of his gold-embroidered royal robe, slowly turning into a human shape, faceless, thin and tall, sliding against his broad shoulders, like some kind of weird stick insect, until It expanded higher and higher, as if being pulled by a huge force, straight into the sky, "The soul is back! Jun Wu is above the sky. The soul is back! Jun Wu is below this secluded capital."
The call of the world comes from the ancient sky.
The mountain ghost then turned his attention to the sky.
Thoughts of shock and disbelief have not yet come over me.
He immediately said to Ying Zheng: "I found her. Your Majesty, please retreat quickly and call her."
Ying Zheng was stunned. The three words "Found it" were like peeling away the plastic clay that had been sealed in his heart. Transparent light came in, and joy spread rapidly along his limbs. He could even see the white peach blossoms on his face. She lay in his arms, swung her tail and said, "Brother Zheng, don't be playful, I'm back."
It seemed that there was no hope at all, and he was frightened and lost, as if a piece of flesh was being torn off alive from his body. His hard fingers could not stop trembling. Looking at the black mist piercing the sky, he stepped back step by step, every step. They all seemed to be walking on the edge of a cliff, "Taotao, come back."
"Taotao, come back."
"Taotao, come back."
"Taotao, come back."
The mountain ghost believers under the altar were still dancing strangely and chanting ancient hymns. Ying Zheng stood in the center of the eye of the fateful storm. He stepped back step by step, like a frightened bird eager to peel off the moonlight of the outdoor antenna. Ming said, "Taotao, I miss you so much. Come back."
"come back"
"come back"
Baitao lay on the altar with her eyes closed, and the dazzling fire made her look more like fragile glass.
She is dreaming.
He should be dreaming, but he doesn't seem to be dreaming. She stood on the nine-story palace. The empty palace was cold and solemn. Baitao raised her head and stared at the endless golden glazed tile roof. As she walked on the ground, she saw that she was falling with every step she took. Every inch of peach blossom petals, this weirdness scared her so much that she didn't dare to walk around and looked straight at the ground that opened like a flower separating the clouds.
What's going on, and where are you?
Baitao was still confused.
"Who is so bold that he dares to break into the Yuqing Palace without permission!" A little fairy lord riding on the clouds glanced over from a distance, raising his eyebrows and raising his eyes at her. When Baitao saw his appearance clearly, he was stunned, "Gan Luo?"
"Gan Luo?"
When Xiao Xianjun heard that she recognized him, he was so surprised that he almost fell down.
When he took a closer look at this girl with pink face, rosy cheeks and apricot eyes, the tragic turn of events when she came down to earth to survive the calamity was still vivid in his mind. He touched his old arms and legs and felt that he was still there: "Little vixen, why did you come up here?" ?"
"Come up? How come up?" Baitao raised his eyes in shock, "Am I dead?"
Gan Luo rode the auspicious clouds and circled her twice, "Could it be that you were killed by the snake demon? But it shouldn't be. I said that deliberately at the door of the palace. The snake demon should think that you are a person from the upper world, so you should have It’s a bit scary.”
The white peach tip was bright red, and she was quite proud: "I was not killed by the snake demon, the snake demon was killed by me."
"So what?" Gan Luo said, "Anyway, if you kill him, you will die, otherwise you will not leave the soul."
died?
Baitao hadn't finished digesting the word death, so he said again: "I told you to hide. If you had to go and stuff the gap between the snake demon's teeth, you deserve to die." After saying that, he turned around and left quite proudly. Baitao followed him and said : "But I killed him, no matter how strong he is, as long as I kill him, I am willing to risk my life."
Gan Luo looked back at her.
The little fox spoke like this, as if he was stretching out his paws and baring his teeth, which seemed a bit mighty. He took it in his eyes and turned around to leave. Finally, he turned back and said, "Don't rush into this Yuqing Palace, but God address."
Turning around and taking a look at the solemn palace, Baitao followed closely: "Don't leave yet. Can you take me back? I want to go back."
Gan Luo: "???"
He was choked by the little fox's words: "Go back, do you know where you are now? You are in the upper world now, and many mortals can only dream of it. It's better for you, you have to go down."
Baitao's pointed double-snail bun swayed, and she shook her head: "I don't want to come up."
"If you don't want to come up, do you want to go down? Do you want to stay by the side of the Human Emperor below and die again?" Gan Luo felt a chill all over his body: "I have only practiced Taoism for more than five hundred years, and my hair has not even grown. How many hairs do you have?" Fox life, what kind of guardian beast does it serve as?"
It's been a long time since anyone dared to speak to Baitao like this. She was so angry that she grinded her teeth. Her little face was in the shadow, and she looked very untouchable. Gan Luo hugged his chest and joked: "The little guardian beast dislikes me. I've mispoken?"
Baitao said with a straight face, "Actually, I'm not only the guardian beast. Brother said that I have an unusual status and a great background. Otherwise, why do you think I can enter the Yuqing Palace where the gods live?"
After thinking about it carefully, it still makes some sense. Gan Luo's auspicious cloud also dropped a few points, just to listen carefully: "Little fox, what other identity do you have? Are you a relative of the gods?"
She said vaguely: "Speaking of it, there is quite a connection. Come closer." Gan Luo put his ear closer, and Baitao opened his hand and pinched his ear, punching and kicking him, "Damn Gan Luo, in the lower world Just pretending, I’m calling you, now you can obviously take me to the lower realm, why don’t you take me to the lower realm?!”
She is obviously a little vixen who has just ascended to the throne, and can only occupy the position of a little palace moth at most, but she is full of tiger power with every punch, and Gan Luo's internal organs seem to have moved after being beaten, and he said in pain : "It hurts, it hurts, little fox, don't fight, don't fight, I'll take you with me."
Only then did Baitao feel satisfied and retracted her claws.
I never thought that the fairy-like little fairy was also full of bad water. He just swung his tail like a dragon and slipped away like a fish in the mire. Baitao really didn't expect that the first little fairy he met would be so owed. He made a quick decision and slapped him with his paw. Gan Luo narrowly avoided the blow to his scalp, "Who are you? How could you be like this?"
As soon as she finished speaking, with the terrifying waves of air split by her hands, the towering Yuqing Palace burst into spider webs. The gaps opened wider and wider, stones fell down, the sky was torn apart, the ground shook, and the earth was plunged into smoke.
The second half of Gan Luo's sentence got stuck: "So powerful."
Baitao retracted her claws and saw that the basket was thrust into the sky. There was no brother to clean up the mess for her, and her face turned pale with fright: "Do you want to pay for this?"
The nine heavens were destroyed, and the fairy birds were covering the sky and the sun. The nine-headed monsters in the distance were setting off hurricanes and rushing towards here. Gan Luo was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. "Maybe, please ask God for mercy." , I hope I can spare your life."
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At this moment, the Yuqing Palace behind was reduced to ruins in an instant, and the black mist inside burst out of the ground. Under the pouring debris, it turned into a human form and came to Baitao. Gan Luo felt scared to the bone even standing next to it. The coolness made the little fox face the black mist and he could still ask: "Who are you?"
"Jie Jie Jie" the black shadow laughed strangely a few times, and the air waves and explosions were heard at the same time, "Go up to Jiutian and go down to Youdu, why don't you enter Bu Xiumen?"
Baitao subconsciously raised her hand to block it, but when she lowered her hand, she saw another scene.
The high hall is a large building with overlapping pavilions and balustrades. The pavilions and pavilions are located diagonally in the mountains. There is a square and wide gate in the middle, carved with patterns and painted with cinnabar, and engraved with closely connected patterns.
Baitao looked around and felt that it was really too impressive, so he knocked on the door and walked in carefully.
"Is anyone there? Hello?"
It is covered in silver outside, but the stove inside is burning brightly. There is a thick and knotted plum blossom on the desk. The maid inside is busy. Braised chicken is paired with meat soup cooked by a big turtle. The meat is fragrant. I also feel that my spleen and stomach are not hurt.
Before Bai Tao finished reading, several maids came from the side carrying sweet dough cakes and rice cakes with maltose.
When they saw her, they were all happy and smiling.
After looking at it, she didn't see the owner and went to the inner courtyard again. Unexpectedly, the climate was so cool, the bamboo forest was rustling, the stream was humming, and the fragrant orchid exuded the fragrance.
Seeing that no one was there, Baitao didn't smell the breath of a living person, so he turned around and entered the inner room. The stone room inside was smooth and decorated with jade feathers. The walls were bulging with crystal green jade hooks. The floor was covered with jewels and jade, which was dazzling. It's so confusing that you can't put your foot down. Soft and precious silk hangs beside the walls, and gauze curtains are in the atrium.
The curtain alone uses seven or eight colorful colors, and every knot is tied with pure and flawless jade.
Even though Baitao was well-informed, he couldn't help but admire that the mistress of this house was really rich or noble.
She just wanted to know, so she moved outside. She saw orchid grass planted at the door, jade trees used as fences, more than a dozen dancers started dancing in front of her, and the food table was exposed from their slumbering postures and different buns. When it comes out, the stewed beef tendons are soft and delicious, the famous Wu Guo soup is even more fragrant, the stewed soft-shell turtle is roasted with lamb, the vinegar-soaked swan meat and duck cubes, and the pure and pure wine goes into the nose, it is probably heaven and earth. , the gluttonous feast is just like this.
The dancers watched her intently, swaying their skirts wildly as their eyes flashed, clapping their hands as enthusiastically as they played the taro harp, and the sky suddenly darkened again.
The dancing girls from all over the world disappeared, the orchid candles were bright and dazzling, and the gorgeous lamps were scattered high and low.
Baitao walked towards the swaying path, and there was a dark figure standing there. Under the dim light, he suddenly looked back and saw iron flowers blooming in the sky. It seemed that they were blooming under the sky across life and death. He said tightly: "Taotao, come back." Let’s go back to Gu.”
Bai Tao stood still.
He added: "There is nothing better than this in heaven and on earth, Taotao, come back."
He stepped back step by step, looking back on their past time, and called her clearly word by word: "Taotao, come back, stay by Gu's side."
"Go up to the Nine Heavens and go down to the netherworld, why not enter and repair the gate!"
Baitao's head suddenly felt a dull pain caused by the thread, and she fainted uncontrollably. When she woke up again, it was as if the thread was pulling her soul, eager to return to her body, and she fell so hard that stars appeared in her eyes.
In the familiar Xianyang Square, eight large white jade relief pillars and a bonfire illuminated Ying Zheng's tall and majestic figure, as well as his thin lips and eyebrows as cold as razor blades.
It seems like a lifetime ago, and it seems like it's gone in vain.
Baitao blinked and felt sour, "Brother Zheng, I'm back."
The source of inspiration for this chapter is Qu Yuan's "The Conjuring of Souls"
