Secret room.
Many mysterious figures gathered around the outer circle filled with candlesticks, all with different emotions moving towards the middle-aged man sitting cross-legged in the middle.
There was a trembling ominous aura emanating from the man's body, but it was shielded by the candlestick formation.
Their faces were calm and their eyes were solemn, at least that's how it seemed to outsiders, or that's how it seemed to the man.
I don't know how long the silence lasted, but someone couldn't help but say: "Master Zuo... you still have a choice, you just need to choose a good person and win..."
"That's enough," Zuo Dao, who was sitting in the middle and was called Zuo Shi, interrupted his speech. He closed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "At least in this world, this land, people's lives are left to people, to people. The law is left to the will of God, not us, nor them, nor these tricks, nor those evil laws."
Then there was a long silence.
Zuo Dao managed to open his eyes. At this time, he could already feel that except for his head, which he could still control, his other limbs were gradually becoming stiff.
"Back then, that bad old man asked me to be an undercover agent for a few days. Who would have thought that while I was lying there, I became a famous evil leader... I was hunted down by various places for more than 20 years... It was quite interesting. ...I have cataloged the 'tricks' and 'witchcraft' that are still active and effective in this world.
"Lower the head...Black religion...Gu magic...Weigh the books...Broken prosperity...Yin possession...Black magic...Sacrifice...accumulate ghosts...Cut paper... .Book of destiny...Yin Yin...Wood Dao...Yinhong...driving corpses...overwhelming...harmful pillars...horizontal methods...forming mountains...three corpses... .Traveling plague...Ghost occupancy...Sealing the door...Yinshan...Challenging religion...Interception..."
He chanted softly, spitting out two words like countless treasures...
When he heard someone's slightly heavy breathing, he stopped suddenly and gently pulled the corners of his mouth.
"I have recorded their characteristics and solutions, and their practices and secrets will leave with me. Except for the few people I will name next, they will stay temporarily. I have something to explain. Others can leave. I hope the future will be like this. What we wish for and hope for is that evil in the world will be revealed and stopped, and that righteousness will be done without any loss."
In silence, everyone slowly left.
The door was closed, and after a long time, someone tried to open it, but failed.
No one tried it again.
............
As his thoughts overflowed, Zuo Dao opened his eyes leisurely.
The unfamiliar ceiling came into view, and the faint smell of blood surrounded his nose.
Zuo Dao subconsciously stood up. He never expected to feel something like viscous liquid under his hand. His hand slipped and fell back, and his head came into close contact with the ground with a "collapse" sound, leaving him stunned and unable to recover.
"..."
Zuo Dao glanced at the ceiling with slightly dazed eyes, and murmured hoarsely:
"A new body? There seems to be something wrong, weird emotions... strange memories... Am I reborn? Or have I traveled through time?"
A little surprised, a little happy, a little expectant.
Only, there was no panic.
After a moment, Zuo Dao stood up and looked around, and the memory spread in his heart. This was his own home, or the home of his previous owner.
At this time, in the middle of the hall in the room where he was, the ground was in a mess, with all kinds of strange tools scattered randomly.
After confirming the location, Zuo Dao stood on the edge of the mysterious pattern on the ground, looking down at the place where the 'former master' fell, and a sense of caution emerged in his heart.
On the ground at the entrance, a large number of mysterious patterns were drawn using blood as a medium. In the place where the mysterious patterns and lines were most densely packed, there was a brown leather-bound book that seemed to be very old. There was no text information on the surface. It was Putting it in order, the whole scene is full of evil and weirdness.
As Zuo Dao pondered in his mind, accompanied by a slight throbbing pain in the back of his head, fragmented memories emerged.
In the memory, the former owner held the book on the ground in his hand, with excitement and anticipation in his heart. He repeatedly looked at the contents and copied them awkwardly, while the blood components on the ground also came to his heart.
The former owner's own blood... he had drawn reserves many times before... and finally the blood of the black cat and the black snake... the former owner finally chose to purchase it through special channels after considering many aspects.
"It's not bad. It saves me some trouble. At least there is no such bastard thing as cat abuse and the troublesome things that can easily attract evil spirits..."
Zuo Dao commented as if he was schizophrenic.
At this time, the memory of the former master continued to emerge like a dam bursting.
The former owner sweated profusely and followed the contents of the book. After finally completing all the mysterious patterns, he closed the book, carefully and correctly placed it in one of the mysterious patterns, and then took out a stick that only he Blood dripped from the syringe onto the cover of the unnamed book.
Recalling this point, a scene appeared that made Zuo Dao more refreshing.
In my memory, the blood in the front main syringe was quickly absorbed by the book without causing any stains on the book cover.
After all the blood was absorbed, a clown-like mocking mouth appeared on the cover of the wordless book, and the memory of the former owner came to an abrupt end, leaving only a moment of great fear for the latter to savor.
At the same time, a strange emotion suddenly emerged, not only in his memories, but also in Zuo Dao's heart at this time!
——Sacrifice yourself!
——Sacrifice yourself!
——Sacrifice yourself!
Chaos, trance, excitement, restlessness, and self-destructive emotions are like floods, trying to break through the psychological defenses of the left path.
In an instant, he could clearly feel the congestion in his head, and his temples began to beat violently. He seemed to be about to die from cerebral hemorrhage the next second.
Not only that, the cover of the wordless book on the ground appeared like a devil's mouth, and then began to murmur. It opened and closed silently, as if to tell something, but this voice that should have been inaudible was in Zuo Dao's mind. It felt like thunder.
“Lie back—
“Lie back—
"Lie back—"
After such a degree of "emotion" emerged, Zuo Dao's body trembled. A kind of force induced Zuo Dao, wanting him to step into the blank space of the mysterious pattern, and finally go to the center and lie down again. When he started When he moved involuntarily, the corners of the mouth on the book cover also turned up more and more.
at this time.
However, Zuo Dao stopped his further actions. The foot he had just raised hovered in the air, and then he retracted it.
Stand still.
Do not move.
The corners of Shufeng's mouth were also stuck at this moment, and the opening and closing of his mouth stopped, as if he was deep in thought, thinking about what should be done about this situation?
On the contrary, Zuo Dao, who had a red face and white lips, started to move his mouth. He chanted silently, very fast, his lips fluttered like wings, and he visualized in his mind:
"Calming Mantra: Taishangtaixing, endless adaptability. Expelling evil spirits and trapping evil spirits, protecting life and body... The three souls are permanent, and there is no loss of spirit!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zuo Dao shook his body and completely broke away from the strange control. He suddenly took a few steps back to keep distance from the ghost thing on the ground.
Zuo Dao glanced at the ground and was still a little at a loss. He looked at the not-so-clever book and recited it again, thinking in his mind.
"Purification spell: Lingbao Tianzun, comfort the body. Disciple's soul, five internal organs Xuanming... guard me!"
After finishing speaking, a scene appeared in Zuo Dao's mind, and a blood line on the back of his head suddenly disconnected.
A nameless sense of relief surged through my body, but it was followed by a kind of spiritual exhaustion, and I just wanted to find a place to fall asleep.
This feeling is all too familiar to Zuo Dao.
Lack of energy.
Since the 'former master' had no cultivation skills, he "died" once more, and then was controlled again by the evil thing on the ground that even the evil spirits were not sure what it was.
And then the left way consumes the body's energy to break through and cut off the hidden dangers, which brings about the current physical and mental exhaustion.
In the world of Zuo Dao, for those who practice the two great magic spells all year round, they only need to match the supporting 'inner secrets', hand techniques, visualization methods, etc. obtained after joining the master's sect, and then rely on the blessing of the master's ancestor, not only It does not deplete your own energy and energy, and it is also a practice method to nourish your energy and guide your energy during your daily morning and evening exercises.
But for the "self" or this body that has never been upheld, if you want to make these spells "effective", you can only use the most primitive and safest method, which is to induce your own energy and spirit to make it effective, but there are negative problems It will put a certain burden on the body.
At the same time, in this way, you can live in an unknown world without praying to any gods. After all, Zuodao doesn’t know what trouble will happen if he prays to the gods of the past world with his heart in the new world. This is a critical moment, Zuodao can turn around in an instant. decision made.
In the flash of lightning, Zuo Dao did not think about escaping immediately after getting out of trouble. As a former gold medal undercover, he was once considered the leader of an evil sect that had escaped from the official control of the organization. He knew that when faced with such evil problems, escaping is always the worst option. , we must seize every opportunity and face our fears in order to have a chance of survival.
The most important thing is that after measuring the book's ability to control itself, Zuo Dao claims to have a certain degree of confidence.
Before the book could react and stage a turn-based brawl, Zuo Dao chose to take the lead.
I saw Zuodao standing with his left foot towards the center line of his body, his right foot crossing the heel of his left foot to form a 'T' shape. His face was filled with pain, he bit off the blood from the tip of his tongue and held it in his mouth. He quickly passed through the mantras in his mind:
"Heaven produces water, and the earth produces 60% of it...I am now ejecting...the edict!"
"Congratulations to the heaven and the earth, the gods are too pure, the saints are high and true, all the teachers... please, protect me with spiritual light!
"I sincerely ask the nine phoenixes to destroy the evil spirit and destroy the evil spirit... All the gods will defend you, the law will be successful, and the urgency will be like the law - order!"
As he moved his thoughts, he repeatedly made the seals with his left hand, and drew with his right hand forward. The fatigue in his eyes could no longer be hidden.
This is the Nine Phoenix Water Technique. In the past world, it was used exclusively to get rid of bad luck and to protect oneself. It does not require a formal teacher, as long as someone guides you to get started, then even ordinary people can use it.
Like the two major divine spells, you can choose to mobilize your own energy and spirit to cast it, or you can choose the "ancestral help" method.
As for the left path, the natural choice is the former, and therefore, every word seems to point to the gods, but in fact it is just a process of execution.
At this moment, his left hand is stretched across his chest, his thumb pinches one side of his middle finger, and the remaining three fingers are spread out. With the sword finger of his right hand, he quickly draws the words "Yu Huo Dou" (rain on the left, fire on the bottom, and dou on the right). This is called taboo character.
"The evil spirits of heaven and earth, the evil spirits of the year and the evil spirits of the moon... all evil spirits are sneaky and will destroy themselves whenever evil comes!"
Zuo Dao drank in his heart, his cheeks bulged slightly, and the blood on the tip of his tongue turned into blood mist and sprayed out towards the ground.
After the blood curse flew into the sky above the mysterious pattern drawn by the 'previous owner' on the ground, part of it quickly evaporated in mid-air as if it had entered a frying pan, accompanied by a dense 'sizzling' sound.
The mysterious pattern on the ground seemed to have suffered a heavy blow. The coherent lines were either dissipated or broken in many places, and the nameless pressure full of evil feelings suddenly dropped.
The book with the big mouth on the ground seemed to sense a great crisis and let out a silent scream. It wanted to escape!
But it found...
It seemed to have no legs and could only shake twice. It was very frightened.
When less than a quarter of the blood mist sticks to the writing, everything is doomed.
Not only was the book unable to absorb blood like in the previous memory of its 'previous owner', but the cover turned yellow and blackened in the blink of an eye, igniting flames!
The silent wailing didn't last long before it gradually stopped, and the clown's big mouth on the cover of the book also disappeared in the firelight.
Finally everything calmed down.
The flames dissipated, leaving only the charred books, emitting a faint stench.
The dust has settled.
Until then, Zuo Dao was sure that the immediate crisis was over.
Zuo Dao breathed a sigh of relief. Before he could decide whether to clean up the mess or rest for a while, an untimely voice came, which also made his slightly relaxed defense rise again.
Doorbell rang.
——Ding dong
