Chapter 37: Asking the Gods to Adjust the White Mountains and Black Waters to Invite Hu Xian
Feng Jia's eyes rolled back, veins popped out on his arms, and the faintly flowing light blue spiritual power in his body seemed to be attracted by something, slowly twisting into a stream and flying into the body of the piano, filling the position of the broken string.
Ren Qi looked at the equally damaged middle and sub-strings with regret, and suddenly his eyes fell on Chu Ying in the distance.
Mrs. Hu Er was distracted and seriously injured, so she had to get off. At this moment, Feng Jia was unable to break free from her control, but he still struggled hard.
"Don't...touch...her."
Ren Qi tapped his cheek with his fingertips in annoyance: "Originally, only one string was needed. Look, what a coincidence."
Chu Yingcai withdrew her thoughts from the sound of the piano, opened her eyes and found that her aunt was at a disadvantage. She instinctively wanted to break out of the barrier, but fear and cowardice prevented her from lifting her feet.
"Let go...let go of my aunt!" Chu Ying's words were pale.
Ren Qi turned around and said, "Oh? One family, two inheritances. You and the Hu family are destined to be together."
The Shanbei incense watchers never rely on blood ties as a means of inheritance, but let the immortals personally select their disciples. However, it is often difficult for more than two close relatives to be chosen by the immortals.
Feng Jia's eyes gradually lost their light, but he kept muttering, "Hurry... go..."
At the critical moment of life and death, Feng Jia thought of the time when he first became Chu Ying's guardian.
The girl who was abandoned by her biological parents and the fortune teller who was shunned by relatives, friends and neighbors suddenly became the closest family member.
She raised Chu Ying only to cultivate a big tree that could inherit infinite glory and provide shade for the sect.
And when one tree grows, another tree must die.
When the old tree was dying, it suddenly realized that providing shade for the family and inheriting the glory... were not as joyful as a new leaf on a small branch.
Chu Ying looked at her aunt's repetitive lip movements and burst into tears.
When she was seven years old, Chu Ying sang the tune for summoning gods taught by her aunt in school, but was severely reprimanded by a teacher who passed by.
That's when she started to resist these things.
She wants to be a "normal person" in the eyes of others.
She applied to the middle school in town and the university in Fengcheng because she wanted to quickly get rid of the label of "the witch's daughter".
However, while she was desperately pursuing someone else's life, she seemed to have neglected what she had already obtained.
She only remembered that her aunt was strict, "old-fashioned" and eccentric.
But she forgot that when she was in a bad mood, her aunt would take her to the market to buy cream cakes.
When she accidentally broke the candle on the altar, her aunt would first check whether her fingers were scratched.
He would also give her a red rope for protection after she secretly filled out the application form for Fengcheng School.
Chu Ying burst into tears.
The struggling past disappeared like a whirlpool, and what remained was the gradually determined eyes.
As her emotions fluctuated, a wave of warmth surged over her body, and she felt as if she had become a baby wrapped in amniotic fluid, feeling safe and secure.
The invisible shackles were broken in an instant, and the foot that could not be lifted finally took the first step.
Ren Qi said in surprise: "It's a miracle."
This manifestation is not that manifestation.
In the jargon of Taoism, it refers to a layman with spiritual roots who suddenly finds the knack of using spiritual power. At that moment of changing fate, it is called a manifestation of the spirit!
As soon as he was distracted, Chu Ying ran forward, grabbed Feng Jia's arm, put it on his shoulder, and helped him run towards the exit of the mountain path.
Feng Jia coughed up a trace of blood and said in a daze, "Don't worry about me... My spiritual power has been taken away... I won't live long."
Chu Ying's eyes were red: "I'll take you to see a doctor."
"It's too late," Feng Jia's voice was barely audible. "I'm useless. He won't care about me. Now his target is you."
Chu Ying was still determined: "I will definitely take you out."
Feng Jia lowered his head, his breathing was intermittent, and his body was losing temperature.
Behind him, the seven people followed slowly, as if strolling in the garden.
The mountain road was bumpy, and the two of them supported each other, stumbling and bumping along.
The road ahead is like a chasm, stretching the distance infinitely and with no light at the end of the tunnel.
Could it be that this is their grave?
Chu Ying heard her own heavy breathing and heartbeat, and the scenery in front of her eyes became blurred for a moment, but suddenly, she found that there were flickering ghost lights all around her.
——No, that’s not right.
There were countless pairs of dark green eyes, gathering silently and staring at her.
A fire of grief suddenly ignited in my chest.
She didn't know what it was, she just felt that the "flame" was scorching hot and was about to engulf her!
Chu Ying took a deep breath, and a loud and long sound came from his dantian. All the emotions that had been suppressed in his heart in the past were now released.
Her voice was sometimes as deep and profound as the yellow earth of Hulu Village, and sometimes as clear and resonant as the sound of gold and jade.
"...it's so hard to summon the gods, so hard to summon the gods! The yellow sand at midnight blinds my eyes, the clappers at dawn break my fear! Ghost fires spread from the east ditch to the west ditch, and green smoke rises from the wild graves..."
When I sang the song for summoning gods from my childhood again, I realized that I had never forgotten the lyrics.
As if in response to this passionate song, the wild foxes in the mountains and forests raised their heads and howled, startling countless black crows on the branches.
“…It’s so hard to summon a deity! It’s so hard to summon a deity! Baishan Heishui, please ask the Hu Immortal, to lend me your golden claws to tear the sky apart, and your silver teeth to bite off the mountain!——”
As she sang and trudged on, the fire in her chest grew stronger and stronger.
The singing resounded through the mountains and forests, echoed between the valleys, and even shook the ground.
Chu Ying saw a beam of light.
As she gritted her teeth and gasped for breath, she raised her head and was covered by the bright light.
When she was a child, she once asked her aunt, "... Hu Er Tai Nai? But how did you know that the immortal was called this?"
My aunt smiled and replied, "When the immortals recognize you, they will naturally know your name."
Just like this moment.
Bathed in the bright light, she vaguely saw a white fox at the head of a group of wild foxes. It had a pair of captivating, lustrous eyes.
Chu Ying spoke softly, his tone as firm as never before: "Disciple Chu Ying, I am willing to watch the incense for Hu Jiugu."
Suddenly, a cry as loud as a morning bell reached the sky.
Ren Qi stopped three feet away and sighed helplessly: "I really stirred up a fox's den."
Picking up sesame seeds and losing the watermelon.
well……
…
The Meng family mansion was built among the villas in the east district closest to the Taiqing Palace. It is the most luxurious Chinese-style garden house in Hecheng.
A group of bodyguards wearing sunglasses surrounded the front yard, bowing respectfully: "Young Patriarch."
Meng Caiyun had just returned from Fengcheng. He looked tired and had no energy to greet anyone. He just nodded and strode towards the house.
Uncle Tong, the housekeeper, followed him with great tact: "Young Master, the bath water on the second floor has been prepared."
"Okay," Meng Caiyun agreed, adding, "Don't make anyone wait for me next time. Besides, wearing sunglasses at this time of night is so dangerous."
Uncle Tong's smile remained unchanged: "It's the master's order."
Meng Caiyun was speechless.
The Feng Shui of the Meng Mansion was arranged personally by the head of the family, Meng Chengyin. It is very elegant with green bamboos, flowing water, rugged rocks and changing scenery with every step.
After passing through the front yard, you will reach the owner's residence.
After entering the room, Meng Caiyun skillfully let down his hair, took off his whisk and wooden sword, changed into his bathrobe and went to the bathtub.
This pool is about the size of a small hot spring, and through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the neon night scene in the distance.
She sat down in the steaming water, put her hands on the edge of the pool, and breathed a sigh of relief.
A tablet computer nearby was broadcasting real-time news.
In a child trafficking case, Fengcheng police uncovered a kidnapping and trafficking ring, dismantling it. The Haomeng Hotel in Yufu Town was implicated. The hotel's owner, a certain Yang, had long facilitated various shady dealings. Over a dozen children's bodies were exhumed from the hotel's backyard, many of whom had been tortured.
The public was outraged and condemned the incident, but when the police later reported the extremely strange and tragic deaths of the boss and his son, everyone applauded and no one cared who the murderer was or how he did it.
Meng Caiyun thought that the hero who did good deeds without leaving his name was probably collecting free incense and candles at Changfeng Temple at this moment.
As for Feng Jia and Chu Ying, they should have reunited with their relatives and friends when they went down the mountain.
The elixir given by the old temple keeper can interfere with the drinker's appearance in the eyes of others. Fortunately, the girl didn't drink much and she had spiritual roots, so she didn't turn into a complete fish-headed person.
However, what Meng Caiyun still couldn't understand was how the formation in Yuwei Village was formed.
Yes, Yuwei Village is also a formation.
The characteristics of a formation are: spatial independence, its own rules, and the center of the formation determines survival.
Yuwei Village is isolated from the outside world, but it can use ghost walls to control those entering and leaving, which meets the requirement of spatial independence.
As for its rules, they are the same as those the old temple keeper once said, such as "the young should obey the old", "don't enter the temple at night", etc.
The center of the formation was obviously on the statue.
However, this time no characters were found.
The fact that it is not triggered by any characters indicates that this formation is formed naturally.
But generally speaking, only ghosts who died suddenly in a short period of time will cause the formation to appear.
The old temple keeper and the woman in colorful clothes are the biological parents of the Black God of Wealth.
That was at least a hundred years ago!
How did it suddenly form a formation?
While I was thinking hard, the phone rang. It was Meng Zhao calling.
The other party asked with concern: "Did you go to Lubo Mountain? Are you okay?"
Meng Caiyun thought for a moment and said, "Is it okay if I haven't eaten for two days?"
“…”
"I bought some spicy hot pot. Open the window and I'll have the paper figurine bring it up for you later."
Meng Caiyun was overjoyed and lowered his voice: "Be careful, don't let Uncle Tong see me, he won't let me eat takeout."
The other party assured her and asked, "Did you meet anyone from the Three Death Gates over there this time?"
Meng Caiyun: "How do you know?"
"You wouldn't have gone there on purpose if there wasn't something about the Three Death Gates."
"That's right," Meng Caiyun chuckled, "I met the Black God of Wealth."
The other party took a breath and said, "Remember to call someone next time."
Meng Caiyun scratched his face and said, "Fortunately, she was just on a business trip and didn't fight with me."
Suddenly something occurred to me: "Oh, but she said she gave me a gift."
The other party was silent for a moment: "What gift?"
Meng Caiyun was also baffled: "I don't know. It felt like a Taoist talisman was thrown at me, but I didn't feel anything. Could this be a scam?"
“…”
"Forget about playing with the idiots, but stay away from the God of Wealth and Judge."
In the Sanxi Sect, except for the Four Judges of Heaven, Earth and Man, and the Four Gods of Wealth, Black and White, Civil and Military, the other minions use the numbers on the long cards as codes. However, there are too many numbers and they are too complicated, so they are packaged together and collectively called miscellaneous points.
Meng Caiyun comforted him, "Okay, I get it. Why hasn't Malatang arrived yet? Hurry up and get your paper figurine ready."
As she spoke, her arms stirred up ripples in the bathtub, and she subconsciously lowered her head.
I don’t know if it’s my illusion.
I always feel that those black line tattoos seem...
A little shorter?
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