It was almost noon, the wind and snow started again, and the dark wind howled in the sky.
Outside the door of the wine shop, Li Xiuyuan took the horse and sighed slightly, thinking that he was returning home on a snowy night. It was not dark yet, and he was about to stab someone with a knife when he saw him.
Huangfu Qingmei thought for a moment and asked, "How about I go there with you?"
"No need." Li Xiuyuan replied coldly: "I'm just passing by. It's fine if the crow is with me. If that's really the Buddha, wait until I get back."
After saying that, he jumped on his horse and headed into the wind and snow.
Outside the door of the wine shop, Li Qiushui sighed leisurely and said with a smile: "After not seeing each other for many years, my brother has become a lot colder."
"That only shows that there are too many heartless people in this world."
Huangfu Qingmei said coldly: "Sister, we are the same. If we go to the road to heaven, we will be more ruthless than Li Xiuyuan."
The snow in Ding'an City is not as fierce as in Fucheng, but snowflakes are still falling.
The streets and alleys of Ding'an City were also covered in silver for a while, with only the smoke rising from the rooftops in the distance from time to time, proving that this was not a dead city.
Walking in the snow, Li Xiuyuan saw a high platform erected on the roadside near the city lord's palace from a distance.
Ice is hung on the wooden planks at the foot of Gaotai Mountain, and a wooden shed is erected on the three-foot-high platform, apparently to protect those who practice medicine from the wind and snow.
The pungent sandalwood was burning in the incense burner on the high platform. There was no trace of the solemnity of the temple, but there was a strange smell, like...
Before Li Xiuyuan could express his suspicions, the crow on his shoulder whispered softly in his ear: "That guy up there is a devil!"
The once possessed crow, after being cured by the Bodhisattva's wave, has developed a special instinct, just by looking at it or smelling it.
You can clearly see the demonic energy around you, although you can't see the demon's true form clearly.
This is the thing that Li Xiuyuan is most proud of. After all, the crow will always follow him in the future. It is a rare thing to have a sober person beside him to remind him all the time.
More than a hundred guards of the City Lord's Mansion wearing armor stood guard on the left and right sides of the high platform, letting the snowflakes fall on their bodies.
In Li Xiuyuan's eyes, these guards were just looking for trouble.
Who would dare to invade such a high platform for praying outside the city lord's palace? Except for people like myself who are not afraid of making trouble.
Think about it, there shouldn’t be any wilderness, right?
From a distance, Li Xiuyuan greeted Ximen Guxing, who was standing like a zombie on the high platform, and asked him to immediately roll down the high platform to see him.
Ximen Lone Star, who was almost like a zombie and had lost his mind, suddenly became excited.
He lowered his head and looked far away, and saw Li Xiuyuan in white clothes and black horse, looking at him coldly from dozens of feet away, and he was startled.
Without saying anything, he glanced at the monk who was bowing his head and chanting sutras, and quietly got off the platform.
It was like a cold wind blew in front of Li Xiuyuan. Before he could speak, Li Xiuyuan had already given an order...
Ximen Lone Star finally came to his senses, looked at him and asked, "So, you have already met the princess and returned to the wine shop."
The crow said to him impatiently: "Go quickly and get this person away."
Ximen Lone Star then nodded thoughtfully, took a deep breath, rubbed his hands and replied, "You are here, my life is yours."
After speaking, he turned around, walked step by step under the high platform, and gave instructions to a leader of the guard.
This guy saw Li Xiuyuan coming on horseback from a distance, but he didn't expect that this guy was actually the young master's friend, and he was afraid that a big drama would be staged next.
However, the development of the situation was exactly what the guards wanted to see, because all the guards here felt that something was wrong.
Without saying anything at the moment, he just waved his hands. The more than a hundred guards immediately cheered up and quietly left the high platform, hiding in the wind and snow.
Even with his wildebeest, Li Xiuyuan also let Ximen Lone Star take it away, and let the crow follow Ximen Lone Star to hide in the snowy sky.
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He did not speak, but stepped on the snow on the ground and walked around the high platform, just like that winter when he first realized the Tao of Talisman and was not a true Talisman Master.
So he came to the wind and snow again and turned himself into a blizzard.
Thinking of being in the small courtyard of the Great Wall, Chen Shanshan looked at the scroll in her hand and asked him: "Can my spirit really be turned into runes on paper? And then can this world understand it?"
"A person's spirit originally has no power. Only by condensing the will of heaven and earth can the power imagined in your heart be manifested with the help of the power of heaven and earth."
This was Li Xiuyuan's answer. He looked at this junior sister and said, "You only need the final understanding, to understand the power of heaven and earth, and at the same time, let heaven and earth understand the talisman in your hand."
Chen Shanshan asked: "Is this a kind of confidence?"
Li Xiuyuan said quietly: "If you don't believe it yourself, how can you make heaven and earth believe in your specific extraordinary power? How can you borrow that power from heaven and earth?"
"The world is unkind and treats all things as stupid dogs. That's because humans are like grass and are too weak. When you understand this truth and stand at the same level as him, you can make him understand your reasoning."
Li Xiuyuan looked at her and continued: "The teacher once said that everyone has a talisman in their heart, but you are too weak, so the world ignores you, but you can make yourself stronger first."
From that moment, baby girl Chen Shan understood something.
Therefore, Li Xiuyuan left the Great Wall with peace of mind. In his opinion, the junior sister had understood the truth, and the rest was a matter of enlightenment.
But enlightenment is only a matter of time and has nothing to do with her cultivation.
Just like Li Xiuyuan now, standing here is a talisman; when he walks around this three-foot high platform, he is actually writing a talisman.
Just like when he spent a whole winter in the streets and alleys of Ding'an City regardless of day or night, he stepped on one big formation after another with his feet.
Today is the first day back to Ding'an City.
He decided to write another talisman, a peace talisman, outside the city lord's palace.
On the three-foot high platform, the sky was filled with the voice of a middle-aged monk chanting sutras, hidden in the wind and snow, whose face could not be seen clearly.
The wooden shed, which was not high, was a black umbrella for the monk.
He could fall down on the high platform and ignore the wind and snow in the sky, and he could also ignore the way of heaven in this world, because a black umbrella covered the sky for him.
Therefore, he can recite sutras to the dead souls in this world, to the guards under the high platform, and to himself.
But these sounds sounded to Li Xiuyuan like the calls of demons from under the abyss.
This is not summoning spirits, but rather like the Great Demon King is sacrificing all the creatures in Black Rock City at the altar under the demon tree.
At the moment, every time the monk on the high platform recited a verse, Li Xiuyuan took a step in the wind and snow.
Although some people in his heart are dead.
However, it was still like the stars in the night sky, like the lights in the long night, displayed before his eyes one by one.
Because of Li Xiuyuan's arrival, more than a hundred guards and Ximen Lone Star disappeared along with the crows and wildebeests.
Only the four corners of the high platform were like wood, and the few monks sitting on it had no expression on their faces.
It was as if he were protecting the monk who was chanting sutras and praying, and also as if his soul was being held captive by the demon-like monk.
Snowflakes fell slowly in the sky.
Falling coldly between heaven and earth without a trace of emotion, it turned Li Xiuyuan into a snowman.
The middle-aged monk on the high platform looked pale, without a trace of blush, and looked a little strange. It was said that a monk with such a level of cultivation would not be afraid of wind and snow.
The monk who couldn't see his face clearly was not in a hurry. There was nothing in his eyes, only the wind and snow in the sky.
He couldn't see the young man under the high platform, because at this time, Li Xiuyuan turned himself into a snowflake and a rune.
Teacher Guiguzi spent his whole life just to get this talisman, and when he
In Ding'an City, this talisman has been imprinted on the city.
The middle-aged monk on the high platform shouted loudly and exhaled a mouthful of white mist.
He held a lotus in his hand. The lotus was hidden in the wind and snow. It was unclear whether it was as white as snow or as dark as night.
He was reciting a Buddhist scripture about the afterlife, hoping that the dead creatures on this side could escape from the sea of suffering and enter reincarnation as soon as possible.
He is also reciting the most evil magic words under the abyss, and wants to use the wind and snow of this world to sacrifice more lives to the furnace of magic pills that he is using the power of all living beings to sacrifice.
Li Xiuyuan was writing in the snow and fog, writing in the wind and snow. A force penetrated the thick snow and wrote on this silent land.
The rune he was thinking of was imprinted on the bluestones under the wind and snow.
Use the power of mortals from the human world and the power of saints from the nine heavens to leave a rune in front of the main palace of Ding'an City that can be passed down for hundreds of years.
This is the first snowfall in Ding'an City since the beginning of winter this year.
It is also the thickest snow in recent years. In previous years, places like Ding'an City would only get a few light snowfalls.
Since Li Xiuyuan left that year, there has never been such a heavy snowstorm here.
Sitting in the Zui Sheng Meng Death Liquor House, Li Qiu Shui looked at the falling snowflakes outside the door and sighed faintly: "That year, Xiaohong and I picked up a lot of money on this ten-mile street and by the lake. "
Huangfu Qingmei looked at the snow-covered streets and murmured to herself: "Is it a Buddha or a demon outside the city lord's palace? If it is a demon, what about the temple on the mountain?"
In her mind, Li Xiuyuan asked her to fund the construction of the temple on Dina Mountain twenty miles outside the city.
If there was a demon living in that temple, wouldn't she have set herself on fire? Did something really stupid?
Li Qiu Shui replied calmly: "Princess, please don't forget what happened back then. When they forced the couple to death, maybe the devil had already entered the temple."
When Huangfu Qingmei heard this, she was so stunned that she couldn't speak.
Back then, the man and woman who stayed together until death were heroes who came back from the Shura battlefield. Unexpectedly, they both died in Ding'an City in the end.
Li Qiu Shui said quietly: "My younger brother practices Buddhism. He told me that Buddhism talks about cause and effect, the consequences of evil thoughts, flowers and fruits..."
Li Qiushui didn't mean to blame Huangfu Qingmei, after all, the matter had nothing to do with her.
However, she wanted to speak out this truth and let her understand that what the adults in Fucheng and the Ding'an City Lord's Palace did was the result.
Perhaps, what Ding'an City is facing today is the bitter fruit.
Today, this cold wind comes from the north, carrying the sky full of wind and snow, from the distant city.
Just like some of the orders back then, they also came from distant cities, and eventually killed two heroes who had returned from the Shura battlefield.
In Li Qiushui's eyes, the ten-mile long street is like a white cloth covering the streets to mourn the souls of the dead many years later.
Suddenly, a series of footprints appeared in the wind and snow.
This pale white cloth, the white cloth used to mourn the dead, was about to be dyed a blood-red color.
Just like that snowy night many years ago, there was a series of footprints in Ding'an City.
Then there were tens of thousands of dead souls in the ten-mile long street with golden arrows.
Looking quietly at Huangfu Qingmei in front of him, Li Qiushui murmured: "Today's Ten Mile Street is as cold as it was then."
