Yang Qi is strong during the day and Yin Qi is heavy at night. The Ten Thousand Bones Returning Heart Method is most effective when used at night. However, Liang Xingyang chose to cast it during the day on the second day. At the morning hour, the sun rose brightly and went straight to the sky. At that time, he took the terrifying ghost white bone flag and walked to the widest square in Jinshui County, right in front of the Yamen.
He is just ten years old this year. He is just over one meter tall. He is a small one. The flagpole in his hand is over ten feet long, that is, more than three meters. It is an old bead as thick as an egg, and there is an old bead on the top. Below the skeleton is a banner made of two people's ribs stretched out left and right. There is another skeleton in the chest. The white linen cloth of the blood book is like a talisman swaying in the wind. Human arm and leg bones are hanging on the lower feet. When walking, they collide with each other. A rattling sound.
Such an extremely evil thing at first glance was held firmly by one of his left hands as he walked forward. People on both sides of the road looked out through the cracks in the windows and murmured in their mouths: "What is this Tianbao boy doing?" ? A few days ago, I was giving everyone medicine and medical treatment. Why do you have such a skeleton today? It looks weird and scary. "
The people who had been helping concoct the medicine in his yard these days couldn't believe it. They wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask, so they followed carefully behind him.
When he arrived at the spacious area at the entrance of the Yamen, Liang Xingyang stopped and looked at the sky. There were no clouds in the sky and the sky was as clear as water. It was perfect for practicing the Dharma!
He took a deep breath, started to dance the long flag, and chanted the mantra.
This flag and the Ten Thousand Bones Guixin Dharma are both very evil. The flag swayed, and the evil wind suddenly blew up. It swayed twice, and the sand and rocks flew. After swaying three times, the black evil gathered, and then became thicker and thicker. The evil wind howled and rolled up. Black haze and clouds covered the clear sky, and the entire county seemed to have entered a world of black sand!
The whole city was alarmed, but no one came out to stop it. Because he came with the escort team, the county officials had no control over the local area, and the local area had no control over them. He was recommended by Bai Langqi, the governor of Kunyuan. Bai Langqi was from the Acupuncture sect, and Jian Dongcheng was also from the Acupuncture sect. Jian Dongcheng regarded him as one of his own and would not care too much about him. Qu Yipiao of the Jing sect was the commander-in-chief of Duiyuan Mian Ningzhou, so he had no control over him.
The four major immortal sects all chose to watch from the sidelines. During the battle at Fengxiang Gorge, they all discovered that this child had no master, but his swordsmanship was surprisingly high. He was really not easy to deal with. He was mysterious and powerful. They all wanted others to test him, and they would never do it themselves. Head bird.
The Qian Zhongdao was so angry that he jumped up and said: "That boy is openly practicing the magic of the Bone Cult here! He is obviously a rebel! He is in the same group with the rebellious Bone Cult! This is to attract friends, to cooperate inside and outside, to recruit the Bone Cult People are here to rob the torture car!"
Taoist Qianlang shook his head and smiled bitterly, Taoist Qianshu pretended to be deaf and dumb, and Taoist Qianhe kept his head silent. The three of them didn't move, and the juniors didn't dare to say anything even if they had emotions. It was useless to say anything.
The wind outside began to gradually stop, but the clouds were still thick, quietly pressing on people's heads. The yin was getting thicker and thicker, making people feel chills in their liver and gallbladder.
Following Liang Xingyang's spell, the corpses in every corner began to tremble. They were like soldiers called by their mission, "awakening" from death, trying hard to support their broken bodies, some were still on the bed, and some were hidden. Under the bed, some were stuffed in jars and some were buried in the soil. They were trying to stand up again...
The family members of the corpse were frightened, their limbs were cold, and they stood in the corner without daring to move.
Some brave people tried to push the corpses down again, but these corpses became infinitely strong and had no pain. They broke free from all shackles and walked out of the house persistently, gathering on roads of all sizes, heading towards the square in front of the Yamen.
The skeleton with the white bone flag in Liang Xingyang's hand had already "alive". He shook his head and looked around. Red light was shining in the skull cavity, green fire was boiling in the eye sockets, and wisps of black smoke spilled out from his mouth.
The skeleton's mouth kept opening and closing, and it was also chanting spells. In fact, it was summoning these corpses and its own kind!
Corpses walked out of houses that were either occupied or unoccupied, and gathered on roads of all sizes. They were men and women, old and young, some were highly decomposed, their intestines were dragged outside, and some were missing limbs. Crawling on the ground little by little...
No matter how wind blows or rains, no matter how much fire or thunder strikes, as long as your bones are still there, you can carry the load and move forward!
The closer we got to the square, the more corpses gathered together, bustling like a market of living people, all rushing towards Liang Xingyang.
Liang Xingyang stood there holding a white bone flag, looking at these rotting or broken corpses. From their bodies, you can still feel their unwillingness before death and their anger as they fight for their lives!
Dilapidated houses, wet beds, muddy streets...
A woman lying in bed and coughing up blood... An old man struggling to survive with a high fever... A child with vomiting, diarrhea, incontinence and convulsions...
A large number of dark pictures poured into Liang Xingyang's mind, either complete or broken, and countless negative emotions poured into his heart like a tide!
The practitioner of the Dharma of Returning All Bones to the Heart must have the same feelings, empathy, and aspirations as those white bones before they can summon them.
Every resentment, a little bit of hatred, a drop of blood and tears, a period of despair, a burst of grief... Just like the past that happened to me, I feel every one of them!
All the corpses gathered in the square and stopped moving.
Looking at the tall and short, tattered corpses in front of him, Liang Xingyang felt infinite compassion in his heart. He looked up at the clear blue sky and murmured with sobs: "The bones are like trees and forests; the bones are like knives. It's as sharp as cutting; the bones are like fire, like burning... The bones are broken into powder and fill my ditch; the bones are scattered into ashes and nourish my fertile soil... The bones are condensed and gather my remaining soul! The bones will last forever and protect me. My children and grandchildren!”
After chanting, the tears finally couldn't help but burst out. All the corpses also made sounds together with him, and low roars came from their throats. Some were like broken bellows, some were like sawing wood, and some could only whisper. The frequency The tone is surprisingly consistent. They echoed Liang Xingyang's mantra, as if they had suffered a lot in life and even more torture after death, and at this moment, they finally found the support in their hearts.
"The bones will last forever! The bones will last forever!" Liang Xingyang waved the bone flag, and the corpses gathered together and sat close together.
Green flames sprayed out from the mouths of the skulls on the flags, dyeing the world with dark green paint, falling on these corpses, wrapping them up and continuing to burn.
The corpse felt no pain, and was covered in green fire. He followed Liang Xingyang and continued to recite the hymn of bones. Although there were difficulties, he could still vaguely hear it: "The bones are condensed, and my remaining soul is gathered together... The bones will last forever, protect my children and grandchildren." …”
In this hoarse chant, the skin, flesh, organs, etc. of thousands of corpses quickly turned into fly ash, turning into skeletons as white as jade, just like pieces of handicrafts, without any contamination.
The green fire continued to burn, and after another cup of tea, the bones were broken and disintegrated, turning into extremely fine dust...
