Chapter 79: Fragment 17 Remember this, this is a sign of the Heavenly Dog eclipsing the Moon...
At the critical moment, Bai He also turned around to avoid the sneak attack of the Sun-Eating Ghost, and continued to play the loud and silent music, while strumming the strings with force. Suddenly, a clear sound rose in their ears, and everyone's hearts ushered in a brief clarity.
Meng Caiyun hastily untied the ropes that bound his hands and feet, dismounted, and pulled Meng Zhao along, pushing through the crowded, sluggish crowd. He shouted, "Hurry! We're running out of time!"
Lacking spiritual power, even she was nearly mesmerized by the fake moon concocted by Taiyin and her gang. Luckily, she'd recovered her memories beforehand, giving her some resistance. She rushed over to pin down the sun-eating ghost that had fallen off the float, preventing it from rising again. She looked up anxiously at Bai Heye.
This loud and silent sound was worthy of being a zither made by Wang Xuanling himself. It was simply like a loudspeaker, amplifying the tiny spiritual power layer by layer. Coupled with the Qingxin song played by Bai He, the people around with more resolute minds began to show expressions of struggle, no longer having the same monotonous empty expressions.
Wang Fengxu held his forehead against his head, feeling dizzy. He didn't know what kind of elixir Taiyin and his group had taken, and he was a little unable to hold on. A hint of light blue emerged from his fingertips, as if it was about to break away.
"I should have beaten these people up to restore their memories. I don't know if beating them up now will cause any problems..." He muttered, trying to raise his eyes and tilting his head to search for the familiar faces in the picture.
A poor scholar, a troupe owner who wants to redeem his daughter, an actor who aspires to become the best actor...
"Song Wen! What are you still standing there for?! You have no money and no connections, and you think Li Qingyun will accept your poem without doing anything?"
Song Wen's face twitched twice and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Wang Fengxu turned to look at the opera troupe: "And you! Didn't you beg Shisan Niang to take you in? This is our first business venture. If we fail, how will we have the money to redeem our daughter? Where else can we go if we can't make it in the city? We don't even have a piece of land in the countryside. How will we survive?"
The Lan family frowned, their lips moved, and their facial features were stiff and distorted.
Bai He also got inspiration and struck the strings harder with his fingertips. He said to the person below, "A Wu, you have practiced dancing for eight years. Don't stop today. Wake up!"
Bai Heng was sweating profusely, her chest heaving violently, as if the soul in her body was fighting with something. Finally, her eyelids fluttered, and she seemed to be about to faint.
Seeing this, the Sun-Eating Ghost, pinned down by Meng Caiyun's grasping hand, let out a strange laugh. The sound was harsh and unpleasant, as if someone were sawing a piece of rotten wood, and the tone was deliberately drawn out. "Hahahaha—useless, useless! When ordinary people see the sun and moon appear, they prostrate themselves and kneel in worship! Anyway, these mortals have no chance of enlightenment, so why not give us the spiritual energy so that we can achieve the great Dao one day—ouch!"
Meng Caiyun slapped the man on the mouth: "You're so long-winded! People like you, who have a little spiritual power but laugh at others for being vulgar, if the Dao chooses you, I'll be ashamed for the Dao!"
The man was beaten and cursed angrily: "Isn't this the way the world is? It's okay to be born into a good family, but some people sharpen their heads and live worse than a dog in front of a rich man. How can it be so boring? It's better to be mine than to have a rotten life!"
"There's more to cultivation than just ours." Bai He's fingers, pressing on the strings, began to bleed, but he seemed oblivious, even picking up the tempo. "Even the gods and Buddhas in the temple have to open their eyes and look upon us. Who are you, and what qualifications do you have to trample on them?"
Long Zhu jumped back onto the float from the collapsed Sun-Eating Ghost nearby, and used the force to reach the top of the higher green gauze tent eaves.
She slowly circled around, as if touring the country, with an extremely solemn and dignified look on her dog face.
She saw everyone's reactions, the moon above her head was still as bright as ever, the effect of Zengyuan Pill was indeed overbearing.
But what the little white bird said was right. There is more than one way to practice in this world.
Being a human being is already a form of cultivation.
When she first arrived in the human world, she was naive and deceived. As time passed and she saw more, she spent hundreds, perhaps even thousands, of years struggling to gain a brief understanding of this world. Humans, with a lifespan of only a hundred or eighty years, must fulfill pursuits that, to Long Zhu, seemed incredibly complex and lengthy in such a short and rushed time.
There is a kind of "qi" in them, which supports their bodies. When necessary, it can be held in the hands like iron and used as a weapon.
Sun-eating ghosts are also human beings, but Long Zhu feels that they understand humans less than he does.
Ah Wu was the first to regain consciousness. She was drenched in sweat, as if she had just been pulled from the water. She gasped for air and struggled to straighten herself, her cloudy eyes gradually becoming clearer. Meanwhile, there was Song Wen, who suddenly recited his own poetry to dispel the evil spell cast by the Taiyin, and a troupe of performers, beating gongs and drums to force her awake...
One after another, like scattered wildfires on the grassland, they spread in clusters and handfuls, spreading like wildfire.
“Impossible…” The leading Sun-Eating Ghost was stunned for a moment, then, in anger, strengthened his spiritual power: “They are just a group of ordinary people, how could it be possible…”
Bai He's fingers were also stained with blood. When he reached the climax of his playing, the "great sound without sound" was actually torn in two by the competing spiritual powers! He raised his eyelids, put down the broken zither, and said coldly, "Now!" After that, he bent his fingers and pinched the seal. A stream of ice-blue spiritual energy suddenly shrank into a line and hit Wang Fengxu's spiritual platform directly.
Wang Fengxu straightened his expression and carefully circulated the borrowed spiritual power. A circle of Yin-Yang fish formation appeared in his body, and in an instant it expanded a hundred times, covering the air above the city.
He whispered, "The Four Seas Return to the Ruins."
It was almost the same as the last time when they broke the illusion in the woods. The bright light of the formation diagram quickly extended for thousands of miles. Wherever it went, people's expressions changed from confusion to astonishment. Memories surged up like a tide, gradually covering the consciousness of those identities given by the torn pages. If the sun was still there at this moment, it would be sunset and near dusk. They didn't have much time to escape from here.
Bai Heng sat on the float in a daze, glancing at his attire. Meanwhile, Song Wen, though quick to react, unfortunately hadn't followed him into the fragmented pages with his Heavenly Sword. He could only save one or two children who were nearly trampled by the panicked crowd. More awakened cultivators converged on the float, waiting for Wang Suqing and the others outside the formation to reinforce the seal, causing the illusion to naturally collapse.
Bai He also looked towards the motionless jade plate in the sky, his brows slightly furrowed. "The Four Demons' massacre of the city is a historical fact after all. Even if we wake up now, we can't save the city. Disaster is bound to strike, and I'm afraid it will happen sooner than the time Senior Wang and I agreed on."
Meng Caiyun knocked the sun-eating ghost unconscious with a single blow of his sword. He followed its gaze and said anxiously, "We can't just wait around like idiots, right? I feel like if we wait any longer, the moon will eat us alive."
Wang Fengxu used "Four Seas Return to the Abyss" twice in a short period of time, and had exhausted all his strength. It seemed as if he would die in the next second with his neck tilted. It was Meng Caiyun who went over and lifted him up by the collar, slapped him on the face several times, and shook him a few times, barely keeping his soul.
Above the pitch-black sky, a bright and clear disk was expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye. The edge of the moon was oozing a dark red color like rust. If you squinted closely, it seemed as if it had hundreds of furry legs, wriggling cunningly, absorbing the spiritual energy that had been plundered.
The moonlight became sticky.
In this depressing and absurd atmosphere, suddenly, a white puppy raised its head and barked three times. She looked in a certain direction of the distant horizon, and then slowly closed her eyes. The strange moonlight falling on her seemed sacred, and she seemed to be waiting for some kind of response.
At the same time, on a hill a hundred miles away, two figures, one big and one small, were gazing at the silver disk in the distant sky.
The scholar was so frightened that he fell to the ground, his face pale as paper: "How did the sun suddenly turn into a moon? This is a natural phenomenon, there must be a great disaster..."
The little girl next to him seemed to sense something, took a step forward and gently closed her eyes.
The scholar noticed that something was wrong with her and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
The girl murmured, "She asked me to lend her something."
The scholar was even more confused: "Who is 'she'?"
The girl replied, "She is 'I'."
The scholar was even more puzzled now, but before he could ask any more, he saw the girl slowly open her eyes, and there was a dazzling halo in her eye sockets. The light seemed to have consciousness, emanating from the girl's eyes, mouth, and palms, and then condensed into a small star, which instantly broke through the sky, flowed across the dividing line, and fell into the distant city.
Inside the Observatory, a young boy hurried into the pavilion and, upon seeing the immortal master seated there observing the heavens, timidly said, "Grand Master, the heavens are showing unusual signs. His Majesty has summoned you!"
Wang Xuanling remained unmoved. He simply stroked his beard, beckoned the boy forward, pointed toward the sky, and asked, "Do you see that running star?"
The boy was startled and replied stupidly, "I see it. It's really bright."
Wang Xuanling said with a smile: "Remember this, this is a sign of the Heavenly Dog eating the Moon."
The boy opened his eyes wide, following the tail of the meteor, and fixed his gaze on a certain direction in the distance. After a while, he saw a white object lightly leaping onto the tiles.
He rubbed his eyes in disbelief and thought, did I see it wrong?
"Did I see it wrong?"
Wang Fengxu was shocked and asked, "Why is she getting bigger and bigger?"
Meng Caiyun patted his shoulder and said solemnly, "It's not your eyes that are the problem."
The little dog before me swallowed the meteor. Its fur shone like pearls in the moonlight. A vertical crimson streak dangled across its forehead like a hanging needle. Its skeleton grew taller and taller like bamboo shoots in spring—its front paws stretched out, transforming into silver toes like blades. Its tail vertebrae pierced through the flesh, unfurling a tail over a foot long, like a snowy silk thread. It raised its head and let out a long howl, its neck fur exploding like white flames. Its nimble body took a step, its feet seemingly treading on snow, sending up tiny shards of glass.
How could this be the same dirty little dog from before? It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it's a mythical beast from the Classic of Mountains and Seas!
Long Zhu said, "Come up quickly."
After she finished speaking, she was a little depressed to find that no one could understand her voice, so she stopped talking nonsense, first grabbed the collars of the two people in front of her, and threw them back, just landing on their backs.
Bai He finally came to his senses, put away his astonished look, and jumped onto the back of the mythical beast with nimble movements. He stretched out his hand towards Bai Heng again. After a while, Long Zhu's body stretched out several feet, and at a glance it looked like several stories high. Even with people hanging on its back, it did not feel crowded.
The Sun-Eating Ghost's face turned pale: "What the hell is this?!"
His strength was almost exhausted, and the people around him gradually woke up and looked up at the sky belatedly.
When the white shadow rose into the air, the entire city held its breath.
The silver celestial dog stretched out its body in an arc, like a bow that was gradually being fully drawn. The night wind suddenly grew stronger, and it carried people straight towards the moon. Wherever its tail passed, the dark clouds retreated and the stars became bright again.
The moon trembled imperceptibly.
She pounced on it and tore off a corner. The crisp gnawing sound was like the sound of metal and stone.
Everyone was horrified and shouted in panic: "The Heavenly Dog is eating the moon! The Heavenly Dog is eating the moon!——"
This was not enough. A wooden ring flew out from Long Zhu's body and turned into a Qiankun bag in an instant. The "moon" could not resist and was completely absorbed by the Qiankun bag. From a distance, it looked like the "celestial dog" was tearing the moon into pieces and swallowing it into its stomach. The sky was like rice paper stained with black ink, with a round gap opened by it, and golden light suddenly appeared from it.
People came back to their senses in confusion and looked at each other, each with a puzzled look: "Is the sun coming back?"
Before he could figure out what it was, "Tengu" raised its head and howled, then dived into the gap.
In the blink of an eye, the strange phenomenon dissipated and the sky returned to normal.
The golden sun sets in the west, the wild geese fly south, and the fiery clouds surge like waves, vast and magnificent.
On the hill, the girl exhaled, and sat cross-legged on the meadow in the orange-red sunset light, her deer-like eyes blinking, wondering what she was thinking about.
The scholar recovered after a while, his mouth still wide open in surprise. He tilted his head and said, "I... I was thinking of saving you. I was too self-righteous. Did I cause you any trouble?"
The girl was stunned and shook her head: "I should thank you."
The scholar scratched his head in embarrassment: "I'm ashamed. I'm not a knight-errant. I was just very angry at them for acting like that."
The girl said, "That's why I thank you."
The scholar blushed a little. He heard the girl ask again: "What's your name?"
The scholar answered without hesitation: "My last name is Chen, Chen Yongnian."
The girl said "Oh" for a moment, then said, "I remember it."
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