Living Paper

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The three-door fight is about the change of tricks, and the winner is the one who can make the audience hold their breath and be mesmerized, but can't see through the tricks.

Seven doors fight paper, what are you fighting for?Huo Zhenye really didn't know.

"Has Qimen ever fought with paper?" He asked Bai Zhun.

Bai Zhun took a sip of the milk tea from the purple sand pot, and today he was specially asked to use strong tea with only a little milk added, although the taste of milk was weaker, the flavor was even stronger.

"No." There are few successors of the Seven Sects, and the generations of sect masters have all died early. It is not easy to survive in peace and pass on.

"Then you've never fought paper?"

"No." Bai Zhun took another sip, "Try using Dahongpao tomorrow." The scent of rock bone flowers might taste better when used to make milk tea.

……

Huo Zhenye took a deep breath, he had never fought papers before, and the appointment was so natural?

Bai Zhun glanced at him, seeing his worried expression, the corners of his lips twitched slightly: "I'm better than him."

If he really can't compare to an evil thing, he doesn't need to be the master of the seven sects.

The two parties agreed that after seven days of fighting papers, Bai Zhun would only have one day to shut himself up in the house and write talismans on incense, and for the rest of the day, he would still be the delicate and expensive Bai Qiye.

For a while, I want to eat Cantonese-style tea cakes, and for a while, I want to eat Ningbo glutinous rice balls. In addition to eating and sleeping every day, I am very happy.

On the seventh day, Bai Zhun woke up before dawn, and the paper servant dressed him and carried him into a wheelchair.

Huo Zhenye opened his eyes, saw him fastening his buttons in front of the mirror, saw that it was still dark outside and asked him, "So early?"

"It's natural to offer incense as early as possible."

Huo Zhenye is still awake: "Where do you go to offer incense?"

"City God's Temple." Bai Zhun wrapped up his coat, pushed open the window, and tapped the bed with a bamboo stick, "Hurry up and drive me off."

Huo Zhenye was sobered up by the cold wind, he got up and sent Bai Zhun to the Temple of the City God.

The fire almost destroyed the entire temple, and even the statues of the two halls were not spared. Only the bronze incense burner that stood in front of the main hall remained intact.

This bronze furnace has been standing in front of the City God Hall since the day the temple was established.

There was a fire in the temple, and the incense burner was scorched by the fire. After the heat dissipated, it was moved to the warehouse for storage. On the day of the ground-breaking ceremony, it was moved to the open space in front of the temple. Business people, common people and craftsmen all rushed to offer incense.

Before dawn, there are many stones and trees in the open space of the temple, and the City God's Hall has not yet been built. Bai Zhun rolled to the incense burner in his wheelchair, worshiped with his hands together, inserted the long incense into the burner, and waited silently with his eyes closed.

A beam of light suddenly shone overhead, and Bai Zhun opened his eyes in a dream, and saw a large hall rising from the ground in the open space, with silver candles and golden furnaces shining brightly into the night.

Bai Zhun stood up from the wheelchair and walked to the gate of the temple. He bowed down in front of the temple, his forehead pressed against the gate of the temple, and his whole body was shrouded in divine light.

The god statue in the temple soared into the sky, Bai Zhun could only see the altar, and he prayed in his heart.

After a while, a red light floated out from the hall.

On the palm of Bai Zhun's outstretched hand was printed a scarlet city god's order.

Huo Zhenye also got on the incense stick, and stood behind Bai Zhun for a while, watching him close his eyes and concentrate, not disturbing Bai Zhun, the clouds scattered in the sky and the sun was rising, and rays of light came out from the clouds.

Huo Zhenye's eyes flickered, as if he saw a hall built in the open space in front of him from the light and shadow, and when he wanted to take a closer look, the open space was still open.

Only the long-scented cigarette curls up into the glow.

Bai Zhun opened his eyes, he was still afraid of the cold just now, wrapped in a fur coat, his face was still pale from the cold.

Suddenly, there was an extra layer of blood on his face, and his thin lips were reddish. Bai Zhun felt a steady stream of heat passing from his palm to his whole body, and soon he was sweating.

He unbuttoned his collar, exhaled hot air, and said to Huo Zhenye, "Let's go."

Huo Zhenye pushed him away, walked to the temple gate, turned around and looked back, and saw a beam of light building up the temple gate in the mist floating in the morning light.

He was stunned for a moment, Bai Zhun turned his head to look at him, saw his solemn expression, knew what he saw, and said again: "Let's go."

Huo Zhenye got into the car and asked, "Are we going to fight paper like this?"

He stretched his head to look at the back of the car, he didn't even bring Axiu with him, there was only a clay pot on the car, on which stood the oriole Ajiu.

It was already dawn, and Xuan Yun didn't dare to get out of the jar.

"Don't bring some paper soldiers and paper generals?" What's the use of a paper bird, although Zhang Feisha is a bit stupid, but he is mighty and brave, Zhang Ba Snake Spear is fierce and powerful.

General Yue is even more remarkable, he wins the most mahjong among the paper figurines.

Except for the paper Zhuge Kongming who could win it, none of the other paper figurines in the Bai mansion could win chips from it.

"Need not."

On the contrary, Huo Zhenye heaved a sigh of relief, it's better not to use paper figurines.

It was already dawn when the car drove to the southern suburbs. Bai Zhun sat in the car, took out a handful of thin bamboo sticks and handed them to Huo Zhenye, and then took out a piece of paper from his sleeve: "Put the bamboo sticks into the soil according to the picture above. .”

Huo Zhenye stretched out his hand to take it. It turned out that he didn't use paper figurines, because someone could send them anyway.

He got out of the car and found the mound of fragrant earth where Bai Zhun gave aid to all ghosts during the Hungry Ghost Festival, and stuck bamboo sticks into the earth around the mound.

It was not until dusk that the sound of drums and gongs was heard in the distance.

Huo Zhenye listened intently: "Is someone going to the funeral?"

The oriole flew out of the car window and flew in front of the funeral procession. Paper horses, paper flags, paper cars, and paper coffins came from the end of the road in a mighty way.

The setting sun gilded the paper money into the color of fire, and it floated down at Bai Zhun's feet.

"Hey," Huo Zhenye put his hands on his hips and watched the funeral procession approaching. He could tell at a glance that the vivid shadows in the setting sun were living people, and the stiff and motionless ones were paper figurines.

This Bai Yang is quite particular about ostentation.

With such a big battle, those who didn't know thought it was a funeral for the whole family.

The woman in black walked in the middle of the team, she carefully guarded the red coffin in the team, and walked to the altar of ghosts, the paper horse and paper flag stopped moving.

Those who carried the coffin wore Taoist uniforms in their filial piety clothes, put down the paper coffin and paper horse, and left the southern suburbs.

Bai Yang sat in a paper-made car, the wheels and compartments were all made of paper bamboo, but no one noticed any flaws along the way.

He saw that Huo Zhenye was the only one beside Bai Zhun, and he didn't bring any paper tie, so he narrowed his eyes and asked, "Where's your paper tie?"

"No."

Bai Yang smiled with his hands behind his back: "Aren't you afraid?"

After the setting sun fell into the mountains and forests, the sky became dark for a while. This is the countryside, there is no one around, only dense forests and trees, and the wind blows the long grass with constant rustling sounds.

"Then let you see how good I am."

In the continuous line behind him, a paper dragon flew up into the air, the yellow dragon's scaled claws fluttered, and its huge mouth opened, as if singing to the dragon in the sky, shaking the birds in the dense forest to fly, and slamming the dragon's tail, it suddenly rushed towards Bai Zhun.

Bai Yang's skill is so good that even Huo Zhenye was stunned when he saw it.

But Bai Zhun sat still in the wheelchair and waited until the paper-wrapped yellow dragon flew in front of him, and his bloody mouth opened above Bai Zhun's head, as if he wanted to swallow Huo Bai and the two of them in one gulp.

Huo Zhenye took out the small silver box from his pocket, added alcohol to the lighter, ignited it and threw it into the dragon's stomach, burning the yellow dragon into a scorched dragon.

Bai Zhun frowned, and cast a dissatisfied glance at him: "I don't need you."

As he spoke, he raised his palm, and a wall of light stood in front of the paper dragon, and the city god's order shone brightly in his palm, and the dragon's head suddenly bumped into it, smashing half of the dragon's head.

The dragon scales flew out layer by layer, the paper cracked and the bamboo bones fell apart, blown away by the new wind.

Bai Yang was very proud of the giant dragon made of paper, but it was so broken into ashes. He took a few steps away, and couldn't see the city god's order clearly in Bai Zhun's palm, so he thought he used cinnabar and sulfur.

"Do you dare to cheat?" As he spoke, he sent out paper men and horses with golden boys and jade girls.

"You are a paper figurine, if you didn't use Master's bone, how could you make such a spiritual thing?"

Bai Zhun shook the dragon scales on his knees. Impatiently, he reached out and took out a brocade bag from his bosom, and poured out five coins from the brocade bag.

The bamboo sticks were strung through the money hole, and with a few soft "ding ding" sounds, they landed in front of the ghost altar. The five stars were missing two stars, and they were still arranged in the shape of seven stars pressing the coffin.

Bai Yang turned pale with shock, his newly acquired human skin trembled, this time the voice no longer deliberately came from his mouth, but from his chest: "Only five stars, it can't hurt me."

Even though he said that, he raised his hand unconsciously and pressed his chest.

The black pearls in his eyes turned wildly, how did Bai Zhun do it, obviously no one knew that he stole Bai Qi's bone!

With this thought, his body didn't seem to be his own, his fingers trembled, and he couldn't restrain the urge to walk towards Seven Stars.

"Only five stars, of course not." Bai Zhun stretched out his hand and said to Huo Zhenye, "Give me the one on your neck."

Huo Zhenye took off the copper coin around his neck and used this one as the sixth star.

The six stars fell into the star position, Bai Zhun lit incense and chanted the mantra, the sound hovered with the wind, and the sound came out of Bai Yang's ears.

With a "poof", Bai Yang's hand bone poked out of the skin.

First the knuckles of the bones, then the kneecaps, and finally the chest exposed, in which a mass of green flames flickered.

Huo Zhenye understood now, it turned out that Bai Yang was just a mass of spirits, similar to those fragments of ghosts that were saved during the Ghost Festival during the Ghost Festival.

He doesn't even have a soul, but he wants to be a human.

Seeing that the human skeleton was about to walk in front of Bai Zhun, Bai Yang flew out of the skeleton and got into the red coffin.

"Don't!" The woman in black didn't move. She held her breath and hid in the paper figurine line, her body never leaving the red coffin.

There was a soft "click" in the coffin, and the coffin lid was pushed open.

"Bai Li" sat up.

The author has something to say: it’s a brother, everyone who guesses it will have little red flowers and little red envelopes~

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