Cultural Relics Are Not To Be Messed With

In just a few hours of work, the outside has become so chaotic that it is impossible to see.

Accidents are everywhere. Ambulances, police cars, and fire trucks have been running all over the city since early in the morning. The siren is constantly ringing, but that sound is easy to cause panic. .

The special office is almost like an octopus, everyone has enough eight feet, sweeping from south to north, from west to east, there is not even time to stop.

In this case, it is also necessary to control the flow of people, otherwise the more the flow, the more difficult it is to regulate, and naturally the chaos will be even worse.

As a result, Longhuaidu everywhere in the human world pulled up restrictions at the same time, circled the city, and sealed all the entrances and exits between provinces and cities.

In addition to ordinary people, the situation of little demons and spirits with relatively low morality is not optimistic, and all of them are covered with black energy, running wild everywhere, and even their usual gentle temperaments have become extremely vicious at this time.

But this kind of low-level spirits have the largest number, and they can't be restrained when they go crazy at the same time.

Qinglong Mountain, Puhui Temple, Taowudang, etc. couldn't stand it anymore, and came out to collect the demons one after another.

Longhuai hotels all over the world are full of ghosts and goblins thrown in temporarily. After clearing a city, the gates are closed, and all the ghost circles are locked in it without a word.

But even so, it still can't stop the influence of black air on the world.

After all, those black energy used to come from human beings. All the dark side, all the resentment and jealousy all came from this vast human world. It was just because the reincarnation collapsed and failed to dissipate in time, it accumulated into a catastrophe later.

Although it has been forcibly suppressed for so many years, these black qi returned to the human world, but they still maintain the essential connection, and the speed of attaching to the human body and melting into the living soul is much faster than everyone imagined!

At the end of the day, almost everywhere is a mess.

At night, when Yin and Yang meet, the blackness becomes even stronger——

Outside, there are fires accompanied by police sirens and crying noises, the ground is stained with blood, and things scattered on the ground are dusty from being trampled on; One wave was higher than the other, and they rushed straight to the shore unstoppably, flooding a large area of ​​the town; the ground was also not flat, with huge earthquakes and rumbling noises, collapsing countless places...

There are many disasters, and it is inevitable to avoid them.

When the lights were supposed to come on, the cities were dark, the power system was half down, there were not many intact street lights left in the streets and alleys, and the vibrating ground made people dare not even go indoors, but it was also unsafe outside.

In addition, darkness itself will increase people's fear and anxiety, and amplify negative emotions.

For a time, as night fell, the already uncontrollable situation became even worse.

After Qi Chen and the others discussed everything, they took their places, prepared the talisman, paper and cinnabar, and just waited for Zishi——

To the east, in front of the Buddha statue in the main hall of Wanling Temple, Huijia sat cross-legged, with his eyes slightly closed, and there was a faint golden Buddha seal floating around his body.His monk robes were light in color, and his skin was extremely white, making the mole between his eyebrows as red as blood.

In front of him was a low table, four thin talisman papers and a bowl of cinnabar were lined up on the old wooden table.

To the south, on a group of jagged boulders in the sea, Dong Mingbo stood on the tip of the boulder with his hands behind his back, and behind him stood Hong Ming, Hu Yi and other high-level officials from Guanghe.

The huge waves that never stopped rushed over again and again, but they still couldn't hit them.

In the north, on the top of Yundu Mountain, Daoist Li and his younger brother Shen He, with a group of disciples, flew down from the highest peak, standing still on the Luoyun Terrace like a banished immortal, rolling their silver-rimmed Taoist robes in the wind Flying endlessly.

With a flick of Shen He's whisk, it turned into a long sword. He held it behind his hand. He looked up at the sky, and then nodded at Li Daochang.

And Qushan in the west...

Below the mountain is a chaotic world, and on the mountain are ancient buildings that have been silent for too many years.

On the edge of the cliff in front of the building, Qi Chen and Long Ya stood side by side.

One is holding his arms, and the light of the knife is flowing all over his body; the other is holding a pen loosely in his hand, and the fire at the tip of the pen flickers.

"The time is almost up." Qi Chen glanced up at the sky.

Long Ya nodded, and raised his chin down the mountain: "Clean it up early, and live a peaceful life for hundreds of years!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the thick black air at the bottom of the mountain suddenly churned even more violently, and the strong wind suddenly rose, sweeping away the thick clouds that covered the sky, and a red star appeared in the sky, like It is covered with a layer of glowing fire.

The time has come, the wind and clouds are turbulent, and the stars are appearing.

North, south, east, and west, the four directions move at the same time.

Huijia raised his eyebrows, opened his eyes and looked up at the outside of the hall, then raised his left hand, exerted a force on his wrist, the muscles and bones protruded from the back of his thin hand, like his brow mole, bright red drops of blood flowed from the fingertips of his middle finger It gushed out, and fell drop by drop into the small bowl filled with cinnabar.

The Buddha seal around his body gradually became clear with the blood dripping from his heart, and the golden Buddha light melted into the bowl of cinnabar along with the dripping blood.

He moved his lips lightly, silently chanting scriptures, blood beads and Buddha's light flowed faster and faster as his lips opened and closed, and the mole between his eyebrows became more and more red.

When the bowl of cinnabar was soaked in blood, Hui Jia lowered her eyes, gently picked up the small bowl with her thin fingers, stirred it with her right index finger, and then took the pen with her finger, and landed on the thin talisman paper. first painting.

The moment his fingertips touched the talisman paper, a huge golden Buddha seal emerged from his heart, followed his swift fingers, and landed on the thin paper.

Then came the second Buddha seal, the third Buddha seal...

More and more golden Buddha seals emerged from his heart one after another, and were printed on the talisman paper one after another. The speed became faster and faster, and finally almost formed a golden chain.

That is the seal of Buddha that bears Huijia's merits and virtues for a hundred years.

In this dilapidated temple, in front of the mottled Buddha statue, in this dim environment with only two candlelights, it poured out without any hesitation.

On the shore of the South China Sea, the four talisman papers in Director Dong's hand were floating side by side in front of him.

He has always been well-behaved, so gentle that he is almost simple and honest.

At this time, it was the same when drawing talismans. He used Hu Yi's hand behind him to draw a deep slit on his fingertips, and the dripping blood dripped from his upside-down fingertips into a string, and landed on the other hand holding the talisman. in the cinnabar.

He has been in charge of Guanghe for thousands of years, and suppressed a group of fierce soldiers and sharp weapons. It is not because he is superior to Long Ya and Hong Ming in terms of force, but because of his solid merits.

This just neutralized the fierce bloody aura of those fierce weapons.

At this time, those merits also poured out from his body, just like his people, with a warm light and cinnabar mixed into one.

He took out an unremarkable wolf hair, dipped it in blood cinnabar, and landed on the first talisman paper...

On the top of Yundu Mountain, which is covered with snow all year round, Li Daochang and Shen He flew up at the same time, one slapped out the talisman paper and threw out the cinnabar, and the other swiped a long sword, using the sword as a substitute for writing, the tip of the sword slashed through the air, without a drop falling to the ground He took the cinnabar mixed with blood, and drew a seal of merit and virtue on the talisman paper.

The rune is extremely complicated, but it can't be broken even a single stroke. There can be no mistakes when it is repeated and when it is lifted or turned. It must be completed in one go.

The people under Yundu Mountain's sect couldn't be more skilled in drawing symbols.

What's more, Li Daochang and Shen He are the best among the crowd in Yundu Mountain, and they are even more proficient in this way.

The two of them are like two pieces of flowing clouds, cooperating extremely tacitly. The golden seal of merit surrounds them, almost dazzling people's eyes...

On the top of Mount Qu, before Qi Chen lifted his pen, he was hit by Long Ya's knife handle on his wrist, causing his fingers to loosen, and the pen fell into Long Ya's hand.

"I've said it, I'm here this time—" Long Ya snorted coldly, and while grabbing the pen, he didn't forget to glare at Qi Chen, then raised his hand and threw out a piece of talisman paper, turning his whole body into a golden streak The light of the knife, engulfing the pen tip stained with blood and cinnabar, and the pen with the glistening fire, fell on the talisman paper.

Qi Chen couldn't help him, so he could only raise his hand to hold the pen covered with the light of the dragon's tooth knife, and waved it on the talisman paper.

The consciousness of the two people is integrated in every stroke.

Qi Chen couldn't even tell which painting was dominated by him, and which painting was dominated by Longya Daoguang...

But the nib of the pen was not messed up at all, every stroke was smooth and smooth, without any hesitation.

The complicated runes have long been engraved in their minds, so it is naturally easy to draw them now.

After a while, Sifang stopped writing at the same time, and took out the first talisman paper with one palm!

Bloody red light flowed, and the talisman paper carrying thousands of merits fell to the ground at the same time.

I only heard a burst of uplift on the ground in all directions, like a giant dragon rolling in the ground, storms and clouds in the sky turbulent, and lightning flashed suddenly.

In front of Wanling Temple, which had been silent for many years, the ancient clock with a thick layer of dust suddenly trembled in the wind, with a faint buzzing sound, the sound seemed to have some kind of power, and fainted out round and round After trembling for a while, at the moment when the first thunderbolt struck, the ancient clock suddenly rang with a deep and heavy sound, as if it was carrying thousands of living beings.

The ancient bell followed its inherent frequency, ringing slowly, one sound at a time, shocking people's hearts.

The voice spread from the mountain to the foot of the mountain, spread throughout Jiang City, and spread farther and farther.

The waves in the South China Sea, at the moment the bell rang, churned up and rolled into the sky.

The water dragon almost jumped into the clouds.

Amidst the rolling thunder, the head of Mount Yundu flicked his long sword, his rarely serious face appeared extremely cold and solemn, he looked towards the cliff abyss, waved to the disciples behind him, and said, "Open the mountain gate!"

For thousands of years, Yundu Mountain has been closed all year round, and the gate will not be opened unless it is a major event.

Following Li Daochang's shout, the important disciples quickly formed a formation on the Luoyuntai, and the elder who was in charge of the eight trigrams formation, raised his palm and slapped it.

I only heard the sound of a boulder in the towering Yundu Mountain.

The mountain gate that has not been opened for a century is slowly opened again, and a towering lintel looms among the clouds, mist and white snow, like a fairy trail.

"Did you hear that?" Qi Chen glanced from south to north, and said to Longya without looking back.

After the first talisman was completed, Long Ya landed beside Qi Chen in a flash of saber light, followed by sweeping the sky, and said, "I heard that, it's all starting to get real——you, Fengyun Xun, are still bored No sound."

Qi Chen looked back at the ancient building behind him, and said, "It's not that time yet."

The moment the first talisman of the Quartet fell, the world that had been chaotic for a day suddenly fell silent.

All those who have been manipulated by the dark side such as resentment, hatred and jealousy for a day only feel a buzzing in their heads, as if someone raised their hand and gave them a sap, knocking them off guard. At that moment, there was only a blank in their minds, what? They were all knocked out, and I couldn't even feel the pain.

But this weird silence lasted only a few seconds, and then, a piercing pain grew from the cracks in the bones, and went straight into their brains, deep into their hearts.

It was as if someone grabbed their hands and tore them in half.

It hurts so badly.

They couldn't help but fell to the ground and curled up, pressing their temples and clutching their hearts, trying to grab the unbearable pain, pull them away, and throw them out.

But that kind of pain is like maggots on the tarsal bone, which can't be scraped clean.

Everywhere there were people unconscious from the pain.

They couldn't see a lot of things, they just felt that this piercing pain came suddenly and inexplicably, without any symptoms at all.

But if they could see, they would find that the black energy that enveloped them and attached to their living souls was struggling violently at this moment.

It was as if an invisible hand was stripping the black air from the person.

It's just that the strength of that hand is not enough...

The black air was torn apart a bit, but it wasn't really stripped away.

But just like this, it almost killed half of an ordinary person.

In the sky, Ying Huo Xing suddenly flickered.

Qi Chen, who was standing on the edge of Qushan cliff, raised his hand, and thousands of sparks flowed down from the direction of Yinghuoxing, like a long river of light.

The fire was not a raging fire, but was like a lamp, with a faint yellow.

With a flip of his wrist, he pushed the river of light that gathered thousands of lights down the mountain.

In an instant, warm yellow light poured out and spread out.

Qi Chen closed his eyes slightly, moved his lips lightly, raised his hand and waved the pen to draw a few formulas in the air.

As more and more formulas were written in his pen, the river of light became bigger and bigger, spreading from west to east like breaking waves of a rising tide.

Where the river of warm yellow light passed, the people curled up on the ground, and the people immersed in pain only felt that the piercing pain was soothed by a gentle warmth.

Drenched in cold sweat, they gradually relaxed their bodies, breathing weakly.

The warm feeling seemed to envelop them from flesh and blood to their souls, and their sanity and consciousness, which had been tortured so clearly by the pain, finally recovered a little bit.

Two quarters have passed.

Sifang once again sacrificed the second talisman paper.

As soon as the second talisman landed, the mountains and rivers shook.

The response this time was even worse than the first one.

The thunder continued, one after another, it fell down.

The purple-white lightning bolts spread out in the air like veins, splitting from the nine heavens all the way to the ground, leaving deep marks on the ground.

Many scattered houses in the suburbs have been knocked down, and the tall buildings in the city are slightly better.

A few thunderbolts happened to land in the woods, and they immediately caught fire, and the raging flames shot straight into the sky.

The ancient bell of Wanling Temple has not stopped since it rang. The deep ancient sound and Huijia's low voice of chanting sutras spread in all directions.

The huge waves of rivers, lakes and seas churned endlessly, as if they were about to flow backwards.

The black air in the world became more and more restless, being pulled by an invisible force.

People managed to recover a little bit from the previous excruciating pain, and then got involved in the more unbearable pain again.

Going up the mountain of knives and down the sea of ​​​​fire and rolling the nail board is nothing more than that.

But this time, Longya and the others were no longer as relaxed as the first one.

All the pain that ordinary people suffer comes back to them, a hundred times and a thousand times over.

Huijia's skin was already extremely white, but at this moment, the severe pain added to her body, and her face turned pale again.

Under the dim light, there was not even a hint of blood, and it almost blended with the plain white monk's robe he was wearing, and the only color around him was that little red mole.

On the boulder in the sea, Dong Mingbo staggered a step, and was grabbed by Hu Yi and Hong Ming behind him.

The huge waves rushed towards him, Shan Xiao flicked his whip, and beat the waves back.

On Yundu Mountain, Li Daochang gritted his teeth and said angrily: "What kind of backlash is this!"

He and Shen He pressed their palms together, and the energy flowed between them, easing the pain that was a hundred times worse than the human world.

Long Ya was also angry, but what he was angry with was not the backlash, but Qi Chen.

He frowned stubbornly on the edge of the cliff, enduring a hundred times the pain, but he did not complain, but glared at Qi Chen angrily, and said: "This is what you did all by yourself without saying a word? Why have I known you for so many years?" I didn't realize that you still have a bit of masochistic tendencies—"

Qi Chen continued to push the warm yellow Guanghe down the mountain with one hand, and rested on Long Ya's heart with the other hand, helping him relieve the pain, with a worried expression on his face, he said: "If you are already like this, don't blow up Team Leader Long first!" , while the ninja is in pain, he still has to scold me with all his strength, and his tendency to self-abuse is no lower than mine."

Longya: "..."

In the agony, he suddenly remembered that the night Qi Chen first came to Guanghe, when he found Qi Chen on the side of the street, the man jokingly said something casually.

He said that he had dreamed many scenes that were almost real, and the touch and pain were very real. In the dream, he felt that he had climbed over the mountain of knives, rolled over the nail board and under the frying pan...

At that time, Long Ya thought it was Qi Chen's nonsense to tease him, but now that he thought about it, it was probably the pain from the formation of the formation in his previous life, which left a little bit in his dream.