At the foot of Jianfengling Mountain.
Wang Xiang parked his scooter and chose a relatively empty place with few people nearby, preparing to set up an altar to perform divination.
In fact, before stepping into the mountain boundary, you should recite the Hiding Mantra and the Golden Sword Art.
It's just that he doesn't know how to do it, and he doesn't know that it happens.
If his father or grandfather saw it, he would probably get angry and curse.
Something that insults the lintel of our ancestors!
The so-called knocking Gua means asking the ancestors or soldiers which direction they should go into the mountain.
With a throw of the bamboo shoots, the answer came out.
Wang Xiang has seen it many times before, and he still has an impression of the general process. If it doesn't work, then we'll have to think of other ways.
He was very open-minded and didn't think it was a big deal.
Simply find a few pieces of stone bark, build a mountain temple-like structure, put the statue of Patriarch Zhang Wulang you carry with you inside, light three sticks of incense, and start praying.
"Today, Orion Wang Xiang is under the management of the public land of Wule Township, Gangbei District, Hecheng Prefecture, Guangdong Province. Due to the proliferation of wild boars, the farmland has been destroyed for crops. In order to ensure the safety of the area, the disciples hold the ancestor's sacred crossbow and vow to destroy the tigers in front of the mountain. , shoot all the wild boars behind the mountain. I respectfully ask the ancestors to bless me that my arrows will not be missed, my hands will not return empty, no one will be injured, and dogs will not splash blood. Make a good wish today, and tomorrow the pig's head will return the favor."
This is already a simplified ritual.
After Wang Xiang finished reading, he threw the rice cup up in his hand.
snap——
I looked down and saw Yang Cup.
The meaning of Yang Cup is uncertainty and ambiguity.
Well, come again.
snap——
Still Yang Cup.
It’s only three things, come again!
Still Yang Cup.
Wang Xiang was very upset.
When there is uncertainty three times, it depends on the individual whether or not to continue.
To be honest, he was a bit reluctant to quit.
But when I thought that it was a waste of time, I had to give it a try.
"Think about it from another angle, at least it's not a Yin cup. If it's a Yin cup three times, then I will definitely run away."
…
Just do it.
Wang Xiang put away the wild rice cup and began to recite the "Plum Mountain Mantra":
"The ceremony of surrendering one's mind to one's destiny: I invite the Master of Meishan to come down to the mandala, wear a powerful hat that covers the sky, his eyes are completely clear, he will go to the Jade Emperor's Golden Tower Hall, and he will travel around the Seven Stars and the Big Dipper in the evening. When ordinary people come to ask for help, they urgently lead their troops to the altar. Disciples come to pay homage sincerely, and I only hope that Dharma Master Meishan will come."
In fact,
The Meishan sect hunters’ mountain walking (hunting) method has special scriptures and fixed steps. It describes various hunting spells, from going out to rising from the mountain, to becoming a god (commonly known as incarnation), to rising from the mountain. Leading troops to launch troops, sealing mountains, short-circuiting, harmonizing gods, wiping skewers, spending the night in the mountains, etc.
Wang Xiang is a typical example of pretending to understand and following the example of a gourd.
As for the effect...
Yes, there is, but it's very limited.
Just like asking someone to do something, bringing bulk rice wine to your door and bringing Maotai Feitian to your door are two completely different treatments and results.
After reciting the "Meishan Mantra", he felt that it was not very safe, so he recited the "Turn the Altar Mantra" again.
"I invite Fantan Zhang Wulang, the founder of Meishan, to descend to the altar... A bowl of water is placed on the head of the left foot, and a burner of incense is placed on the head of the right foot. Every household has a name, and there are flags and spears in front of the altar everywhere... The disciples come to invite you sincerely, only I hope that Wu Lang will come to you personally."
He has known these two spells since he was a child, and he still remembers them even if he hasn't read them for a long time.
"It should be okay, right?"
Wang Xiang muttered in his heart.
My knees are numb. I am very sincere. I can’t explain why the founder doesn’t show his spirit again.
Next, it's time to use the rampant soldiers to drive away the prey.
…
Generally, the five warriors used by hunters are mostly animals.
Especially dogs, such as dogs or foxes.
After all, hounds are a hunter’s best companion. Moreover, although the ability of this kind of animal to attack humans is not as good as that of the humanoid Ah Piao, the danger is also reduced and it rarely attacks humans.
Tiger Carpenter's is similar, only stronger.
There are strong and weak hounds, and the same goes for dogs.
However, Wang Xiang heard his grandfather say that there were powerful people in the past who could control the rampant tigers.
Hiss~!
Just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle, and I can't help but get excited.
"I wonder if I will have a chance to control the tiger in this life?"
Well, most likely not.
Unless tigers become so common as wild boars, they will no longer be protected animals. However, militia teams will probably be dispatched by then, and ordinary people will not be able to take part at all.
It's a bit too ambitious to say that, as he is not even an official Umeyama brother at the moment.
Wang Xiang shook his head and recovered his thoughts.
…
To send troops, you need to use the "Spell to Summon Rampant Soldiers".
Wang Xiang knows this, but has never used it officially.
How about being bold and like to seek death?
Without systematic study and formal entry, I dare to imitate other people's tactics based on what I have heard from my parents and ancestors since I was a child.
The ignorant are fearless!
Wang Xiang's family's rampant soldiers have been kept in the altar of soldiers and horses, and together with the ancestor Zhang Wulang, they are worshiped by his grandfather and father on a daily basis.
In other words, it is a hound that you keep at home.
This is probably one of the reasons why he is so bold and fearless.
Being bitten by your own dog is not unheard of, but the chance is very small.
Wang Xiang felt that he should not be so unlucky.
Please come out to the altar of soldiers and horses, make hand gestures and recite incantations.
"The soldiers are ferocious and the officials are powerful. They are armed with guns and swords, and they have no skills in life and death. They are angry and ferocious, rampant and ferocious. Beheadings dripping blood, eating ghosts and flesh. Opening eyes and eyes, destroying strongholds and burning camps. Vertical and horizontal. Appear, towering all over the earth. Just give the order, and the retribution will be clear. Hearing my call, he will come quickly. He is as urgent as the law."
After Wang Xiang finished chanting the Summoning Soldiers Curse, he suddenly felt that the aura around him was a little different.
How should I put it, it seems like something is running around.
And there’s more than one!
Wang Xiang swallowed secretly, a little panicked.
You can't see it, but you can feel something around you. It's so scary.
Unlike his father and grandfather, he had many encounters with violent soldiers in the family.
Fortunately, this feeling did not last long, and those things that seemed to be rampant quickly ran away.
Maybe he went into the mountains to search for prey?
Huh~!
Wang Xiang breathed a sigh of relief and wiped his sweat.
Good risk, good risk.
The first time I sent troops, I actually succeeded. Hahahaha, I am really a genius.
This guy was so proud that he couldn't help but giggle.
If his father and grandfather saw it, they would probably scold him bloody.
If the Meishan Method was really so easy to learn, there wouldn’t be information everywhere on the Internet, and so many people wouldn’t be able to get into it!
The so-called true transmission is one sentence, while the false transmission is thousands of books.
The Meishan Method has a strict system and process for recruiting disciples. Without the oral and heart-to-heart teachings of the master, even if I give you the handwritten manuscripts handed down from your ancestors, it will be useless to just rely on the oral instructions to draw the gourd and draw the scoop.
Meishan's Twelve Hand Techniques have been made into giant statues and put on public display. Do you think some people can become self-taught?
The reason why Wang Xiang knows one and a half moves is all because he has been influenced by his family since he was a child, and they even took the initiative to teach them through words and deeds.
Otherwise, you can really learn it casually, right?
But pull it down!
Even so, he had only completed a few key aspects of the entire set of rituals required by the Tiger Craftsmen lineage to go hunting in the mountains.
So what kind of prey you can catch in the end all depends on luck.
…
Wang Xiang was a little nervous.
After all, he went into the mountain alone. Although he was only at the foot of the mountain, waiting for the rampant soldiers to drive the prey down, he was still a little uneasy after all.
This uneasiness comes from the fear of the unknown.
In order to relieve the tension, the arrows in his hand were always placed on the compound bow, ready to bend the bow to kill the prey at any time.
"Hunting requires quick eyes and quick hands. By the time you aim slowly, the prey will have already escaped. Be sure to prepare in advance and shoot as soon as you raise the gun!"
This is what his grandfather said.
In the eyes of experienced hunters, it is normal for them to be unable to catch prey if they have a little bit of mismatch in experience, skills and movements.
But now you can't use firearms.
The same goes for using a bow.
Wang Xiang feels that his shooting talent is still good. When he was a child, he used a slingshot to harm many birds in the trees and tilapia in the river. When he was in college, he got to know the counselor very well. He often took him to the military training range to play with compound bows.
It is precisely because of this that Wang Xiang chose to buy a compound bow to give it a try. Even if he did not catch wild boars, he could still shoot a few pheasants and hares.
No matter how bad it is, you can still shoot fish. There is a thread at the end of the arrow. If you miss the arrow, you can still recover it. If you hit it, you will make money.
Angry fisherman.
"Hare?!"
Suddenly, a moving figure appeared in Wang Xiang's field of vision.
A gray rabbit ran down the mountain very fast, as if something was chasing behind it.
Was it driven down by rampant soldiers?
He wasn't sure.
But since the prey is delivered to your door, let’s kill it first.
Just when Gray Rabbit suddenly paused, raised his ears and looked around, Wang Xiang had completed a set of handsome and coherent actions of drawing the bow and letting go.
Phew~
The arrow made of mixed carbon material flew away instantly, directly penetrated the hare's body and nailed it to the ground!
Yeah~!
Successfully hit the prey on the first shot.
Wang Xiang was so excited that he clenched his fists subconsciously and looked excited.
"It's been too long since I've played, but fortunately my level hasn't dropped much."
A visual inspection showed that the hare was about 5 or 60 meters away from his position. It seemed that the accuracy was pretty good, but it was hard to tell if it was further away.
Wang Xiang, who was entranced by the shot, suddenly felt a little elated: "Hunting doesn't seem to be difficult."
However, just as he was about to step forward to retrieve the prey, he suddenly heard a rustling sound.
Wang Xiang was subconsciously vigilant. He squatted down and looked up. At the same time, he quickly pulled out a new arrow and put it on the compound bow.
The next second, his eyes widened.
I saw a gray-black wild boar, much smaller than an ordinary domestic pig, running out of the bushes.
"Oh my god, wild boar!"
Oh no, it’s 2,500 yuan for moving!
Wang Xiang was so excited that he almost dropped his bow and went up to give it a big hug.
Fortunately, I didn't lose my mind completely.
However, Wang Xiang couldn't laugh anymore the next second.
Because there were others running out of the bushes behind, and there were more than one or two.
It's a group! ! !
…
What does it look like when a herd of wild boars are running?
Wang Xiang didn't know it before.
But now I know.
At least a dozen wild boars, some big and small, were running around with their families in tow.
The pig advances suddenly!
In Wang Xiang's mind, the strange screams of the bayonet charge from the drama "Little Days" seemed to resound. It was all because of the war drama that China Broadcasting Satellite TV broadcasts every day.
Wild boars can sprint at a speed of 40 kilometers per hour, and a group of wild boars running from top to bottom immediately gives people a majestic feeling.
Wang Xiang was numb.
He only had a compound bow and was not holding a Gatling, but he didn't think he could deal with such a group of wild boars.
The top priority is of course to avoid its edge.
Hurry and hide aside.
However, after hiding, Wang Xiang suddenly remembered something and his expression changed: "Not good!"
There is a village at the foot of the mountain.
So many wild boars suddenly rush down the mountain. What if someone is hurt?
At this moment, Wang Xiang felt very regretful.
Damn it, if he had known that the rampant soldiers would drive so many wild boars down the mountain, he wouldn't have trusted him.
"What to do? What to do now?"
Wang Xiang was so anxious that he was sweating profusely.
If these wild boars really hurt someone, he would probably feel guilty for the rest of his life. Even if no one is hurt, it is still bad if it destroys fields and crops and damages villagers' property.
…
At the foot of Jianfengling, Liwutun.
Chen Jinngle stood on the roof of the tallest residential building in the village, shaking his head secretly:
"Children these days are really not easy to worry about."
He came from the main city area and saw someone practicing magic at the foot of the mountain. He was originally curious about which sect they were, but when he saw it, he couldn't laugh or cry.
With this unfamiliar technique, I almost thought it was some metaphysics enthusiast who was just starting out.
As long as there is a master to teach you, it won't be so eye-catching.
Just seeing the statue of Zhang Wulang who was influenced by incense and was definitely pretending to be dirty, he stopped smiling again.
"interesting."
Is the family in decline? Or is there another chance? Or was it collected from someone else?
Regardless, the young man managed to arouse his curiosity.
Then there was the scene of wild boars running down the mountain en masse.
At the same time,
The villagers at the entrance of the village also discovered the wild boars coming down the mountain. They were a large group of black pigs and were immediately frightened and turned around and ran away.
While running, he shouted: "The wild boar is coming... The wild boar is coming... Pay attention, everyone... there are many wild boars..."
The villagers living at the foot of the mountain absolutely hate wild boars, but they are protected animals, otherwise they would have become extinct long ago.
It’s just that there seemed to be a lot of people this time.
(There will be more later~)
(End of chapter)
