Chapter 25 Chapter 25 Lin Xinghuo's eyes seemed to be burning with wildfire,...
The yellow fox rode on a black wind and followed the smell all the way south to the Bushantun Production Brigade.
Buxiantun under the night sky rests comfortably at the foot of the endless mountains, quiet and silent.
Huangpi squinted his remaining right eye and looked around. This was indeed a good place to hide the wind and absorb the air. The only pity was that the West Mountain hillock could not be connected with the South Mountain group to form a half-embrace. Otherwise, it would be an excellent treasure house with green mountains behind it, a jade belt around its waist, and the place where it sits in the yin and absorbs the yang.
The distance between the West Mountain and the foot of the South Mountain is no more than ten miles, forming a spacious and convenient shortcut leading to Xiaohezigou and the city.
The yellow fox's paw trembled as it rubbed its blind left eye, considering the possibility of tricking humans into helping it build a wall connecting the two mountains. In the years since its devastating loss, it had awakened and realized that humans were more capable, building taller and faster. With just a small construction team, building a thirty-three-meter-high wall, resembling a city wall, would be no problem.
Once formed, it can leverage the terrain and calculate the weather, then on an auspicious day, drain the vitality of the villagers, transforming their corpses' dead energy into the formation's core! This way, not only can it heal old ailments, but it can also become even stronger, even emulating the ancient immortals who achieved the Daoist realm... The yellow fox's bare tail, only the length of a finger remaining, waved up and down, seemingly beating the ground excitedly.
But the one currently worshipping it, Fei Xinli, is a worthless creature. Because his mother was born a prostitute, he's been cowardly and huddled in his small town, daring not to move for over twenty years. If it weren't for Fei Xinli's wife's naturally strong yin energy, which helped him recover from his injuries every time he had sex with her, Huangpizi would have left his home long ago.
Twenty years after that incident, Huangpizi knew that times had changed. The days of swindling on the battlefield to plunder essence and enhance cultivation were long gone. Furthermore, he needed to be more cautious when capturing humans, lest he repeat the same mistakes. However, to build Changyuan, he needed a position of power and influence. While searching Fei Xinli's network to identify a suitable candidate, Huangpizi headed towards the mountainside of Nanshan. The scent of an old acquaintance was becoming increasingly palpable, and he was no longer in the deep mountains and forests. Could it have changed its ways and become a cultivator?
In the neat, quaint houses on the southern slope, Lin Xinghuo sat in meditation, circulating the Qi. She had made some small progress drawing talismans, and was digesting them. A caracal lay snoring across her lap, its front paws resting on a water bowl. Inside, a gray-black lotus seed had cracked slightly in the middle, revealing a faint hint of green.
Suddenly, the caracal's nose moved, and it opened its eyes with a swish, its eyes full of clarity, and it was obvious that it was protecting the law.
Lin Xinghuo was completely absorbed in her comprehension, her spiritual awareness growing stronger, and she seemed to be making progress. The caracal quickly pulled the fox cubs in front of Lin Xinghuo, dragged the bruised and battered Da Huang from the main room, and pinned him behind her. Da Huang tried to call out, but the caracal slapped his soft nose, sending him whimpering and falling to his knees, afraid to move. The little foxes were all awake, watching the caracal's movements, and obediently didn't utter a single whimper.
The caracal jumped off the kang and reluctantly took out the house-warding talisman from the long fur on his chest. He folded the khaki talisman paper into a triangle and carefully tied it to the storage bag of his master with a pure white hair.
The sharp claws cut through its own long hair, and the beast fire appeared between the brows of the caracal. The talisman paper suddenly stretched out, and the red cloud talisman glowed, flying from its claws to the middle of the south wall of the east wing where Lin Xinghuo was.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the caracal disappeared from the room and then appeared on the hillside of Nanshan Mountain, blocking the entire courtyard behind it.
If Lin Xinghuo was awake at this moment, he would find that the caracal's four pale yellow fur paws had turned pure white and were floating in the air as if they were walking on clouds.
"Hehehe, that stupid kid from back then is still alive?" The yellow-skinned man's sharp laughter echoed in the quiet mountains and fields. A black wind suddenly arose, as if a dark cloud was pressing down on the sky.
Faced with the overwhelming might, the caracal remained unfazed, licking its right paw leisurely. "I should be the one to say this. Thirty years ago, the provincial capital's renowned 'Old Immortal Huang' refused to return to the mountains when his cultivation was at its peak, betraying and abandoning his master, Huang Jianxi! Didn't you already lose all your cultivation and become a common weasel?"
The yellow fox was furious. The Taoist name "Jianxi" was the old thing that the yellow fox was most afraid of. More than 20 years ago, he was seriously injured by the soldiers who came to Xue Province to suppress bandits, which was the greatest hatred in his life.
As for abandoning the Jin family in the provincial capital, it didn't mind. Although the Jin family had served it diligently, their fortunes had run their course. If they didn't abandon their wealth while it still held, would they really want it to sacrifice itself to change their fortunes? Furthermore, although it had taken half of the Jin family's fortune, it had also helped cover the tracks of one branch of the family when they fled, which was considered particularly loyal and righteous.
Seeing its anger, the caracal intensified its provocation: "Huang Jianxi! Huang Weasel Jianxi, Jianxi Huang Weasel!" The name Jianxi came to Huang Pizi when he was a novice. He heard that the five guardian immortals (Hu Hu, Bai Liu, and Huang) of the Li Sect each had a given name. Envious, Huang Pizi sought one too. It was New Year's Eve, and every household was busy putting up spring couplets. Huang Pizi saw people clambering up and down to solemnly post red paper, and he suspected the inscriptions must be precious. Even more coincidentally, every household had the same inscription: "Going Out, Meet Happiness!" Huang Pizi bewitched a scholar writing spring couplets, who declared it auspicious and a must-have for every household. Huang Pizi, convinced, adopted "Jianxi" as his own name. As he matured into the human world, he discovered that other Taoist names were either "Zhen Lai" or "Long Tong." From then on, Huang Pizi, who favored elegance and indulgence, felt deeply ashamed.
The caracal appears to be licking its paws with relish, but in fact its muscles are tense and hidden under its fluffy fur.
The black wind swirled, and the yellow fox, unusually, did not attack. Instead, it faced the courtyard behind the caracal, as if looking there: "What a great place!"
The yellow fox cackled with joy, "Little brat, you're not going to follow my path of being an immortal and enjoying the incense, so why are you occupying this small temple for nothing? Why don't you give it to me? I'll spare you."
It looked at Lin Xinghuo's home greedily. The few brick and tile houses were not in its eyes. What the yellow fox found strange was that this house obviously had a lot of people worshipping and believing in it, and it already had the charm of a temple - the four major gates needed incense, and they also liked to occupy the empty temples in the wild and borrow the names of the gods in them to attract incense, but the effectiveness of those who received worship in the name of borrowing was far less than their own names, so many immortals preferred to be "family immortals" or "altar immortals".
Lin Xinghuo's home had followers and incense, but there were no clay statues to occupy its place, nor were there any wild immortals to burn incense. Furthermore, the aura was lingering, and the green vines at the door had transformed into spiritual vines. Isn't it more suitable for its place of worship than a God of Wealth Tower? Huangpizi was even willing to change his plans and spare the lives of the villagers, as long as they continued to offer sincere incense.
This is its and Lin Xinghuo's home! The caracal had been furious when the yellow fox was watching it with salivating eyes. Now, taking advantage of the yellow fox's distraction, it suddenly stretched out its claws and attacked.
The black wind that concealed the yellow-skinned creature was ripped apart by the claw wind, revealing its blind, lame, and tail-broken form. Huang Xian sneered sinisterly and exchanged a claw blow with the caracal.
It turned out that both sides were just acting, with their sharp teeth and claws ready to strike.
Both of them were in animal form, showing their ferocity. Under the dim night sky, the blades flashed rapidly, accompanied by roars and groans.
"Bang!" The two beasts suddenly separated and confronted each other halfway up the slope, but the caracal still protected its body tightly.
"Why fight so hard!" There were three more scratches on the yellow fox's forehead. The claws were so deep that they were almost exposed. His right eye was almost destroyed.
"In the past, I almost lured you into my service and made you my favorite food. Although I am not as powerful as I was then, you are just a young beast. Even if you practice the way of demons, what good will it do? If we fight, I will still have the upper hand over you!" The yellow-skinned man advised, "How old are you? The way you practice is profound. Don't risk your life for a mere house!"
The yellow-skinned man was cunning and did not mention the monk in the house who was full of vitality and connected to the caracal's energy: But he must eat this good blood food!
This house, protected by spiritual light and blessed by incense and faith, is indeed a tough nut to crack. But if the young beast could be induced to give up voluntarily, and the human it calls out to leave the shell, then it would devour the human to heal its wounds! After that, it would definitely capture the young beast and keep it alive, sucking its blood and flesh day after day, and would not stop until it had devoured its entire essence, making up for the regret of more than twenty years ago.
The caracal's beloved big, thick tail hung down unnaturally. No wounds could be seen on the hind legs covered by thick fur, only bright red blood dripping down.
Glancing at the yellow-skinned man's bald head and the lame leg with a large piece of flesh missing, the caracal spat out a mouthful of stinky hair in disdain. It was worth it to exchange this injury for another!
"The rumors are indeed true," the caracal sneered, "You've had a miserable life these years, haven't you? I remember how impressive the Jianxixian family was back then. When they were escaping, they had housekeepers and servants serving them. But now they stink so much that they can't even afford a bath!" Unlike me, my friend has to take the trouble to prepare medicinal soup for him to take a bath every day.
The yellow fox narrowed his eyes. This kid was not as easy to fool as before, and he didn't fall for it!
Glancing at the night sky, it was just after Qingming Festival, the sky was dark, and the crescent moon could only be seen in the evening.
"Get out of the way!" A clear shout was suddenly heard in the silence.
The caracal didn't even look back, but nimbly moved to the side. A crescent-shaped fang dagger whizzed past it, picking up a few tufts of hair that had just been bitten off by the weasel.
Huang Xian was caught off guard and the fang blade cut a long bloody wound on his body.
But it was not surprised but happy, and it lifted its broken tail slightly to release its ultimate move - human cultivators are much easier to deal with than this little guy, and its talent is specifically designed to defeat cultivators.
"Fighting isn't as simple as one plus one equals two." Huang Xian grinned, "Sometimes it's easier to take advantage of two of us!"
Huang Xian jumped up, trying to jump over the caracal and kill the idiot who walked out of the clam shell on his own initiative.
The caracal, in turn, leaned down in unison. With a clang, Huang Xian's head was struck by another demonic pig's tusk. Huang Jianxi also saw the human, shamelessly attacking him from the threshold.
Lin Xinghuo stood inside the door, cautiously not stepping out of the range of the house-guarding talisman.
Fortunately, the yellow-skinned man was very skilled in Taoism and had a tough head, so he was not pierced by the fangs: You know, the owner of this dagger, the demon pig, was nailed to death by Lin Xinghuo with a hatchet.
Even so, the yellow fox was hit so hard that it saw stars and its head was buzzing. The weasel, which had just opened three eyes, could not help but scream and threaten Lin Xinghuo angrily.
With a "swish", Lin Xinghuo reached into her shoulder bag and took out five tooth blades sharpened into the shape of knives, sneering: "Wild boars don't just have a pair of fangs!" She also had a bag of pig teeth and broken bones.
The yellow fox saw that this human was even more vicious than it was. He swished and threw a tooth knife at it. Although the wound was not as deep as the caracal's, the new wounds were several times more numerous. Moreover, the man and the caracal cooperated seamlessly, and the damn caracal took the opportunity to scratch its eyes!
Lin Xinghuo's bulging bag didn't collapse at all. The yellow-skinned man avoided the caracal's sneak attack from behind and grabbed the house's protection fiercely. Countless claw shadows fell on the protection, and the talisman dimmed by three points, but the spiritual light outside was still round.
A bone blade flew straight towards the caracal. The caracal tried to wrap its tail around it, but it hurt its wound and hissed in pain, forcing it to grab the blade with its mouth. Its large cat-like pupils squinted at its friend, then it hid the bone blade in its fur and pounced on the yellow fox again.
The yellow fox seemed to be losing ground. Just when the caracal's sharp claws were about to dig out its right eye, the yellow fox suddenly stretched out its lame right leg and attacked the caracal's soft belly.
A flash of yellow light flashed from the caracal's body, and paper ashes fell. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the yellow-skinned man whipped up a black wind and fled.
Lin Xinghuo took a half-step forward to chase it, but the caracal leaped into her arms like a cannonball. Lin Xinghuo had no choice but to hug it tightly. Then she heard the caracal say, "The weasel is cunning. Its wound isn't that serious."
When the yellow fox that rolled down the mountain saw that the humans did not catch up with it, it licked its sharp teeth with regret, stopped in a courtyard not far from the foot of the mountain, and left again.
On the hillside, Lin Xinghuo pulled apart the caracal's fur to check its wound. The caracal was lying on a blanket. He took out a bone blade from the fur under its neck. He saw that there were amulets stuck on both sides of the bone blade, but the one on the front had turned into ashes and disappeared.
"That yellow-skinned creature is here to explore the way." Neither side used their innate magical powers. The caracal said, "We can only fight it off, not force it to fight to the death."
Lin Xinghuo's face was gloomy. He swiftly and accurately shaved off the rotten flesh from the wound on the caracal's hind leg. He didn't know if the yellow-skinned creature's claws were poisonous or just too dirty, but the flesh on the wound was black and blue. He could only cut it off. "Even if we join forces, we can't kill it?"
The old man shrank his hind legs in pain: "What is the talent of the weasel? Farting! The fart of this weasel is not only smelly but also extremely poisonous. I can withstand it for half an hour, and you can probably withstand me for half the time. If we really fight it to the death, we can win, but the village below is..." It didn't let Lin Xinghuo go out of the door, one to confuse the weasel, making it think that its little friend was so weak; secondly, it didn't dare to force the weasel into a desperate situation.
"Tunzi!" Lin Xinghuo looked up suddenly. Yes, what if the yellow-skinned man...
The caracal shook his head: "With its level of cultivation and old injuries, the essence of ordinary people is useless to it. It will only be effective if it absorbs the essence of the entire village at once. The yellow-skinned man doesn't dare to do it now, and can't do it." Now that spiritual energy has revived, those restrictions and rules on the cultivation of spirits and monsters that existed in the legends are gradually awakening. At this time, the yellow-skinned man dare not touch the sins of killing ordinary people unless he can guarantee that he can withstand the punishment.
"If it had that ability, it would have been able to break through this layer of defense." The caracal looked at the house-guarding talisman, which had become somewhat dim in color, with heartache. Fortunately, there was the blessing of the faith and incense that the yellow-skinned man mentioned, otherwise the talisman would have been useless.
No matter how far this yellow-skinned creature went, its basic principles were the same: "The yellow-skinned creature worships the moon to cultivate. If it returns, it will definitely be on the fifteenth day of the full moon. I remember your cultivation method includes a formation?"
"I smell the scent of Fei Ping who followed me to the village." Uncle Mao glared at Lin Xinghuo in dissatisfaction, "That guy actually secretly worshipped this evil fairy at home!" It can be seen how bad he is!
"But it shouldn't be offered by him. Because of their innate nature, Huangmen is most afraid of their scent being contaminated elsewhere, so the powerful Huangmen have their own methods of restraining their energy. If it doesn't possess a body or fight, irrelevant people will not be able to be smelled by its stench." This is why the mao only discovered it when Huang Jianxi was almost at the foot of the mountain.
The caracal lazily ordered its companions to take a medicinal bath, saying it was stinking from its fight with the weasel. Lin Xinghuo had no choice but to use his spiritual power to protect its wounds and carry the caracal into the medicinal soup.
The warm medicinal soup was incredibly comfortable. The cat shook off its wet fur and suddenly caught sight of the wound, which was exposed through the thick fur surrounding it. Its eyes widened in disbelief, "You, you, you!"
Lin Xinghuo gestured: "How can I treat the wound without shaving? I only shaved a little bit." She is getting better and better at using a knife.
That night, Lin Xinghuo stopped drawing talismans when his spiritual power was reduced to only two levels, and then he meditated to recover.
After the new house-warding talisman was drawn, the caracal hurriedly put away the one that was only half effective.
The next day, just as the sky was getting light, Lin Xinghuo was absorbing the purple energy brought by the first rays of the rising sun in the east to polish his Qi Sea when a scream suddenly came from the foot of the mountain: "Chun Xing? Chun Xing!"
Before dealing with Huang Xian, Lin Xinghuo didn't dare to immerse his mind in cultivation, so he knew it was Wei Chunfeng's voice as soon as he heard it.
Lin Xinghuo quickly finished her training and ran down the mountain. The caracal jumped onto her shoulder halfway.
When Lin Xinghuo arrived, he saw Wei Chunfeng kneeling in the old courtyard, holding Wei Chunxing's hand and checking his breathing with trembling hands.
Wei Chunxing's face was pale, with a hint of gray at his temples, and he looked as if he had aged ten years out of thin air.
Lin Xinghuo was startled and hurriedly took his pulse. Fortunately, he was still alive.
Wei Chunfeng sobbed, "My daughter pestered Chunxing to play with her yesterday, but it was too late, so Chunxing said he didn't want to go home and would just stay the night at the health center." The mud-brick house she and her daughter had built was near the old courtyard where Lin Xinghuo had lived. Because there were few rooms, her brother would sleep in the old courtyard if he stayed late. It just so happened that after the old courtyard was converted into a health center, they had left the kang in the east wing untouched, saying it was reserved for sickbeds.
"Did he fall while going to the toilet? Why did he faint in the yard?" Wei Chunfeng was extremely scared. Even though it was April now, it was still very cold at night. A good person would be frozen silly after spending a night outside, not to mention Chunxing who was only wearing autumn clothes.
Lin Xinghuo exerted force with both hands and picked up the young man: "Come into the house first. Sister Chunfeng, help me get the needle from the west wing."
Putting Wei Chunxing on the kang, the caracal rarely showed any disdain. He moved closer to sniff and lowered his voice to a whisper: "The stench of a yellow-skinned creature! His essence has been sucked out."
Lin Xinghuo had never tried to transfer spiritual energy to others, and did not dare to give too much at once. After transferring it intermittently several times with silver needles, Wei Chunxing's breathing became much clearer.
Wei Chunfeng covered her chest and breathed a sigh of relief. She saw that after Xiaolin inserted the needle, her brother's face was not so pale anymore and his breathing became heavier. She hurriedly expressed her gratitude.
Lin Xinghuo felt as if a heavy stone was weighing on her heart, filled with remorse. She couldn't tell Wei Chunfeng that she had actually implicated Wei Chunxing by doing this.
After a while, Wei Chunxing finally woke up. His sister patted his pillow twice, crying and laughing, "Why did you faint in the yard?"
Wei Chunxing's eyes were still a little dazed, and after a while he said weakly, "Last night, I was sleeping when I suddenly smelled a foul odor. The chickens and ducks in the backyard were still quiet, so I got up to see if the yellow-skinned snake had sneaked in to steal the chickens... But when I checked the chicken coop, my head sank and I lost consciousness."
Wei Chunfeng said, "Look, the chicken coops are all fine. There's no yellow-skinned chicken there! The wind was a bit strong yesterday, and the little girl was woken up twice by the howling of the wind. She cried and insisted on lighting the kerosene lamp before she would go back to sleep. It must be the sound of the wind that scared the chickens. You fool, you didn't even put on a coat when you came out!"
"My mouth is bitter." Wei Chunxing said to his sister, "Sister, please help me get the clothes from the kang cabinet."
Wei Chunfeng hurriedly did as she was told, and saw some honeycomb fragments and a few bee pupae wrapped in the not-so-clean clothes. Wei Chunxing smiled embarrassedly: "I originally picked up a piece as big as my fist, and wanted to give it to my daughter to satisfy her sweet tooth. I was greedy and ate all the honey before the forest was open. It's not good to give these leftovers to my niece." But he was reluctant to throw it away, and even more reluctant to eat it, so he kept wrapping it in the clothes.
Lin Xinghuo saw that there was still a trace of spiritual energy remaining on the bee pupa, and he understood a little, "Wait, I have some honey, I can make it into honey water for you to drink."
She picked up the jar of honey she had bought from the black market years ago, and also got a basket of vegetables that she had combed with her spiritual energy. Lin Xinghuo took a large bowl and filled it with birch sap, picked a gourd at the door, and used her spiritual energy to dissolve the liquid into the water, then went down the mountain with the bowl.
Lin Xinghuo sprinkled Wei Chunxing's treasured honeycombs and bee pupae into the pot, and added a large spoonful of honey. He said to the two siblings, "The roots have been damaged, and they need to be healed slowly. Just keep them for the time being, and let them eat the vegetables from my place. I will send them down after they are finished." Fortunately, they can be healed.
Wei Chunfeng and the other two were extremely grateful. After helping Lin Xinghuo build the house, anyone who paid attention knew that the food at the fairy's house was really something special. Not only was it delicious, but it was also filling and nourishing. The men who helped out were tired all day, but they would still be full of energy when they returned home.
Back on the mountain, Lin Xinghuo's forced smile fell. Wei Chunxing had been dragged down by her, and had suffered an unforeseen disaster: he had previously eaten a honeycomb he'd found somewhere. While that honeycomb wasn't a spiritual bee, it was a semi-spiritual creature. As a result, his sense of smell had become even more acute than during the autumn hunt, and he'd picked up the scent of duck egg powder on Chen Laifu, something Lin Xinghuo hadn't noticed. Because of this, his Qi and blood were much more robust than those of an average person. Furthermore, while helping Lin Xinghuo build her house, he'd eaten many of her spiritually-removing fruits and vegetables, and so...
The caracal lowered its ears and miscalculated: "His sense of smell is extremely sharp. The yellow fox was injured and blood fell to the ground. He smelled the stench. When he got up and went to the backyard, he might have bumped into the fleeing yellow fox." As a result, the yellow fox saw this human with excessive energy and blood, and it would be a waste not to absorb it, and sucked a lot of his essence.
Lin Xinghuo shook his head. Regret was pointless. What he needed to do now was to proactively fight back. Lin Xinghuo's killing intent towards the weasel named Jianxi was even stronger.
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The old branch secretary came in a hurry to see the silly boy who fainted and froze in the yard all night. When he entered the health station, he saw Chunxing, the naughty boy, holding a bottle of sweet honey water and basking in the sun happily on a recliner. There were snacks and fruits on the square table next to him, and there was a sweet girl singing "Happiness Falls All Over the Hill" from the music box.
The assistant was lying around listening to music, and the doctor was not doing his job.
Lin Xinghuo was mixing red, yellow, green, white, and purple powders together, muttering to himself as he blended them: "The five spirits unite to eliminate the evil. Hurry and obey the command..."
The hairs on the back of the old branch secretary's neck immediately stood up. He looked around nervously, wanting to ask Xiao Lin not to engage in feudal superstition in public, but he saw that Xiao Lin's face looked a little strange.
Without waiting for the old Party Secretary to speak, Lin Xinghuo said, "It's time to plant the corn soon. Don't let the team leader run around outside. Give me the corn seeds. I'll come back and take care of them, and then we can plant them right away."
She knew the commune's seed station hadn't provided enough corn seeds, and that Team Leader Huang Dazhuang had been out for days trying to figure it out. Lin Xinghuo had originally planned to go to the provincial capital's black market and ask Boss Chang for some improved seeds to make up for the shortfall. But now, a fire burned in Lin Xinghuo's eyes. She refused to hide any longer. In the countryside, some people took your tolerance for granted and treated you like a soft persimmon. If she didn't break her stinky hands this time, they wouldn't know how to be afraid!
The old Party Secretary's throat was dry, and before he could say anything, he saw Xiaolin pull out another green stone from the basket beside him and crush it into a fine powder with her bare hands... He recognized the yellow stone in her left hand; it was realgar stone. Oh, and he knew the red one too; it was cinnabar. The old Party Secretary watched eagerly as Xiaolin squeezed out a new vat of five-colored stone powder with her hands and stirred it as usual, chanting the incantation.
"Old Party Secretary, I've made some snake and insect repellent powder for everyone. After being exposed to the sun at noon, it will harden into stone. When the time comes, please distribute it and bury it in the middle of the yard."
The old branch secretary agreed with an "oh", he felt that he didn't need to say anything else: what anthelmintic medicine, it's clearly a house-guarding stone, don't bully him for being ignorant!
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The author has something to say: Don’t miss it if you pass by it. I ask my little angels to collect the pre-collected "The Guide for the 70s Beautiful Sister to Make a Comeback". The title and text will be refined.
Note: The Feng Shui and other aspects of this article are purely fabricated and should not be taken seriously. The information related to the Four Great Gates is based on the book "The Four Great Gates" (authors: Li Weizu/Zhou Xing).
"The five gods unite in harmony to dispel evil. Hurry and obey the command..." — "A Study of Chinese Talisman Culture" (Liu Xiaoming)
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