Twilight Boundary

Rice is delivered by fast horses, and porridge is cooked in a big pot.

The grain is washed by purple air, and the fermented glutinous rice is intoxicating.

Under the general begging for food, the three granaries are all mixed with grain washed by purple air to eliminate the corpse poison, and then divided into sections, with flags as signals, and big pots are set up to gather people to eat. Even the pigs and sheep that are not dead are slaughtered and mixed into the porridge, stirring with a big spoon.

This is a big project. Not only are the general begging for food busy, but even the disciples who do not eat cattle are all helping.

When they are too busy, they even invite ghosts and gods to help transport grain, push the mill, and cook pots.

That night, the soldiers and horses under the general begging for food all had a full meal, and the civilians, the old and the hungry people in the surroundings also had a pot of food.

For many people, they have not had such a full meal since the New Year.

Not to mention, although it is porridge and not dry rice, it has been washed by purple air, and the amount in it is far beyond the imagination of these ordinary people.

If it were normal times, with their fate, they couldn't even touch this purple air, as a single wisp would crush countless people to death.

But this gourd of purple air was distributed among the porridge bowls of hundreds of thousands of people, which was enough for people to bear.

Even, it was not enough.

"What?"

A hundred miles away, in the city of Dongping Prefecture, King Changping had 30,000 elite soldiers stationed here, and there were also numerous private soldiers from various aristocratic families, who were scattered around, sending spies to find out the details.

With the mixed crowd around the beggar general, it was impossible to prevent these spies. Any movement here had long been fully grasped by King Changping, but after hearing this information, he couldn't help but be shocked.

"They actually opened the granary and distributed porridge to eat... Don't they want to die?"

These were all the grains that had been worshipped by the flying corpses...

These redundant people were terrifying, endless hungry people, gathering and howling, they couldn't be killed, and they couldn't be scared.

It was because the enemy had too many people that the King of Changping dared not act rashly even though he had a large army. He asked for help from a stranger in the doorway. The chief official of the Chen family offered corpses to the warehouse, destroyed the grain and killed the livestock.

This move was to let those hungry guys know: You shouldn't come to rob food.

Even if you robbed the food, you couldn't eat it.

If you eat it, your intestines will be pierced and you will become a madman who is neither human nor ghost.

This is a heart-breaking move. Before the battle formation moves, the people's hearts are defeated first, forcing them to disperse and wait for death honestly.

But if you only see them one or two, ten or a hundred, can't help eating the food and become crazy, and see them sitting on the ground in groups and waiting to die, it's okay, and you can even watch it as a joke, laughing at these mud legs.

But if there are hundreds of thousands of people, the state capital is connected, and everyone is crazy and seeks death at the same time, what?

"Hiss..."

"Why do you still feel scared?"

"..."

"Among those peasants, there are some monsters who don't eat cows. They are all restless in the world."

The counselor around him stepped forward immediately: "If something is abnormal, it is a monster. Our army..."

"No!"

Prince Changping almost didn't think about it, and shook his head to reject it: "Be on guard and wait and see what happens. Just send someone out to tell those masters who have private soldiers to let their men go over and test it."

"Our army needs to be moved at a critical moment. In addition, since it is the people in the sect who take action, we should ask the capable people of the Chen family to come and find a solution."

The people around him immediately passed the message, but no one really moved the troops.

There are so many people here. If you don't go, I won't go either.

Anyway, just send a few more spies to find out the situation. If those people really want to commit suicide collectively, then they can die.

If he doesn't die, there are still 30,000 elite soldiers of King Changping here. He is blocking the way, what are we afraid of?

……

……

"Hehe, once this curse is cast, it will be too late."

At the same time, in the redundant army, on the hill, Laozaojiu faced east coldly and said to himself in a deep voice: "Since you used this plan to wipe out the whole family, these hungry people have no way out, but they don't understand that if the hungry people have no way out, they can have one?"

While sneering, he picked up the bowl and drank a bowl of sweet and slightly sour rotten rice porridge.

Although the taste was not very good, thinking that it was washed out by the purple air that he had stolen with great effort, he drank another bowl.

After two bowls, I even felt a little drunk, thinking to myself: "How can it be that alcohol doesn't make you drunk?"

"Those guys are just arguing with me!"

"..."

"Brother Laozao..."

At this time, someone came up from the mountain and brought three more bowls of rotten rice porridge. While distributing them, he reported: "There are seven brothers who are willing to follow us to do business after being called in the natal temple for two days."

"Four or five more responded and said they were nearby and would help us at the critical moment. In addition, we have some people from the Wuchang Li family under our command, who are under our command. ”

“There are also some disciples of the Guazi Sect and Pingzi Sect here who do not eat cattle, ready to obey our orders at any time.”

“In addition, Sister Red Wine also said that when necessary, we can burn incense and ask the Zougui Sect for help.”

“But the Zougui Sect is watching the world, and can only provide support at critical moments, so be careful when using it...”

“...”

“Hehe, there is no need to say that.”

Laozaojiu said: “If you can’t get things done and just think about support, then won’t you lose face?”

“What’s more, do you really think that you can win against the Chen family of Jiangtou by relying on numbers? It depends on courage. ”

"Have you arranged what I said?"

"..."

"Yes!"

Pineapple beer nodded vigorously and said, "Among the disciples of Bushi Niu Gua, there are those who are good at shadow puppetry."

"Disciples of Ping are the best at fanning the flames!"

"When will it start?"

"..."

Laozaojiu stood up and picked up another bowl of porridge. He slurped it, wiped his mouth, and looked back at the redundant army. His face was slightly gloomy. He saw fire everywhere and cheers. For them, this kind of porridge was like the New Year.

He slowly put down the bowl of porridge and said, "When they fall asleep, we will start immediately."

The stomach that had not eaten a full meal for a long time began to feel sleepy once it was filled with food, especially since this was a rare full meal in many days, and there was oil and water in the porridge, and it was a bit strong.

In addition, the redundant army had a sense of revelry as if their days were coming to an end, so after drinking enough, they laughed and talked, and fell asleep one by one.

Since they gathered together, they also learned the practices of the regular army, standing guard and patrolling at night.

Now, they don't care at all.

There are only fires burning quietly in various places.

The disciples of Bu Shi Niu Gua Zi Men carried large boxes one by one to the hill, lit a fire, set up a frame, and took out a pair of shadow puppets. According to the instructions of Lao Zao Jiu in advance, they arranged the corresponding play.

The name of the play is: Changping Wang is crazy, and he is begging for food.

"Brother Lao Zao, I wrote the play myself, and it will definitely attract hatred, but do you have any ideas on how to project it into dreams?"

There are many ways to project into dreams.

But this time, they want to project dreams for the people of the four states and seven prefectures, so they have to think carefully about the method.

Lao Zao Jiu said: "I know a few methods, but I'm afraid they are not real enough or big enough."

"Since you asked, is there any method?"

"..."

Pineapple Beer laughed immediately and ordered the servant beside him to bring a long box. After opening it, he saw nine exquisite glass lamps of different sizes. He smiled and said: "These nine lamps are the treasures I made."

"Specially designed for projecting dreams, guaranteed to be lifelike, as if in the world."

"..."

"Good stuff..."

Lao Zao Jiu is a connoisseur of goods. He knows it's good just by looking at it. After hearing about the function, he feels fresh and said: "If your lamp can only project and can't hurt people, what's the use of it? How did you think of making this strange thing?"

Pineapple Beer smiled and said: "To be honest, I used to... The lamps are all decorated with beauties in imperial palace makeup."

Laozaojiu didn't react: "Yeah."

Pineapple beer whispered: "And they are all beauties in imperial palace makeup without clothes."

Laozaojiu was stunned for a moment and said: "Without clothes, how do I know they are beauties in imperial palace makeup?"

Pineapple beer said: "They have buns..."

Laozaojiu was stunned for a long time before he suddenly reacted. Looking at the nine lamps again, he immediately became excited:

"Fuck, I want to play this if I have a chance..."

Pineapple beer immediately pounded his chest and said: "It's my brother, I have it in my heart, don't worry, I will paste the best one for you later."

Seeing that Wanli had fallen asleep, a gong and drum sounded on the hill, and a shadow play without an audience began. The shadows carried by the thin bamboo poles were cast on the painting screen.

There are generals, masters, capable people, and poor people. The general couldn't bear to see the baby starve to death, so he went to beg for food from the master, but was beaten by the master's servants and driven out. The general was angry and became a general.

He led people to rob food and returned to share it with the poor, but the general himself died under the master's knife.

The general's subordinates came back and told the poor that there was food to eat. The poor cheered and finally had a chance to survive.

The master cursed, how could people who deserved to starve to death eat our food, so he invited capable people to come, chant spells, invite corpses, destroy food, point at the people outside the painting, and curse: "We would rather let our food rot than give it to you."

The play is well written.

And unlike the usual plays, there is always a God's eyes in the end, and the wicked suffer. In this play, the wicked did not suffer.

The poor must starve to death, and the general must be beheaded.

Scene after scene was performed, and glass lamps were lit up one by one beside them. These lamps shone on the shadow play, the light flowed, the lamp bodies turned, and then scene after scene were cast into the hearts of countless people sleeping in dreams in the four prefectures and seven states.

So, the expressions on the faces of these people who had a rare full meal began to become distorted.

In their hearts, there was a deep worry that they had eaten a full meal but didn't know where the next meal would come from.

Now, this worry has been aroused.

And this worry was originally confused, and I didn't know why it was like this.

But this time, it seemed that someone brought the answer.

When people are alive, they dare not be angry or speak out. In dreams, are they still so depressed?

Finally, something was aroused. Some people began to grit their teeth, some began to sob, and some people were so angry that their five fingers spasmed in their sleep, so they pinched the thighs of the people next to them.

The person next to him was trembling with pain, but in his dream he was looking at the master who was pinching his thigh with a fierce smile. Finally, the pain became unbearable, so he raised his hands, which were only used for farming, and blew fiercely at the face:

"Let go of my thigh!"

"..."

"..."

"The wind is blowing!"

On top of the mountain, the fermented glutinous rice wine looked at the dark sky and the earth, and suddenly there were wisps of cold wind blowing. He watched these winds grow from thin to strong, from small to heavy, and watched as they gradually formed a strong wind that rolled up grass and pushed rocks. I saw the fires trembling and trembling all around.

He also slowly raised his head, a little drunk.

He was so violent that he dropped the bowl in his hand, jumped up, raised one hand high, and held a talisman between his two fingers.

"Thousands of people pointed it out, but it ended without a cure!"

"..."

Among the soul-torture sects, there is a saying that hurts people's hearts.

In the old years, there was a small official in the prison who was as greedy for money as his life. He took advantage of the little land he had in prison to collect people's money and eliminate disasters for them. He did countless injustices and harms to others.

The victims were all poor people, and they could not sue him, but they had accumulated resentment in their hearts. A capable person passed by and came to visit him. They only said that if you are too resentful, you will harm the heaven and earth, and may attract ghosts and gods, which will bring disaster to your own family. .

Is it hard for us to avenge our grievances when we are angry and cursed, but it will lead to disaster?

The capable man bowed his head and sighed, then left a talisman and posted it on the door, telling them that whenever they felt angry and resentful, they should come and worship in front of this talisman. If there was a new sufferer in the city, he would also Don't make any noise, please come and pay homage. Over time, his spirit will reveal itself.

From then on, anyone who resented this person came to worship this talisman. After several months, the talisman was suddenly blown away by the wind.

At the same time, the petty official died suddenly without any illness.

Someone in the Xingmen took this as a warning, so they introduced this method into the Xingmen, and later it became a method in the Xinghun Sect.

This method is used to make glutinous rice wine. It is the simplest method among the Soul Punishing Sect.

It's so simple that I don't even want to use it to bake sweet potatoes, because I think this method is too slow to produce results.

But if you don’t believe in the evil spirit of glutinous rice wine, are you slow?

When he held the talisman between his two fingers and pointed it at the night sky, the endless dark wind that seemed to be trapped like a trapped beast suddenly seemed to have found its direction and suddenly surged towards the hill.

The wind was so strong that the non-niu-eating disciples on the mountain suddenly felt their breaths stagnant and their whole bodies felt cold. They hurriedly raised their hands to cover their faces, and the talisman in their hands was suddenly torn apart.

"What the hell?"

Not only everyone on the mountain was shocked, but even the glutinous rice wine himself was stunned.

"So powerful?"

Immediately, a look of surprise appeared on his face: "I only knew it theoretically before, but now that I look at it, it's really scary..."

"But, it's cool!"

"..."

He shouted, and immediately turned around, but he pulled out a white flag from his baggage. There were endless silk wadding hanging on the flag, and each silk wadding was covered with something like this. A talisman waved in the night sky.

Wow!

The endless talisman danced, and the wind in all directions became stronger, like a big wave, sweeping in layer by layer.

All the talismans on the white banner became extremely heavy at this time.

But in the blink of an eye, it was almost unbearable, and there were already cracks on every talisman.

"Not enough, not enough!"

The glutinous rice wine shouted, and quickly pulled out several flags from the bag, flying around his body.

But this gloomy wind blew across the land of the four prefectures and seven states, across the empty towns, and across the desolate wilderness.

It blew past the groups of poor people in ragged clothes and disheveled faces gathered in the valley. It blew past the barren graves that had not been worshiped for a long time and were full of weeds. It also blew past the tattered army of the begging general. The tent blew past the sleeping young men holding wooden sticks, spears and spears.

So, one wave after another, layer by layer, the endless wind gathered towards the top of the mountain.

Dozens of flags covered this small hillside with white flowers, like white ghosts all over the sky, dancing wildly in the wind.

Every talisman was extremely heavy, and even the hill seemed to be sinking.

"this……"

Pineapple Beer looked on with surprise and admiration for the glutinous rice wine, but as he watched, his expression changed.

From surprise, it turned into worry, even panic.

"No, it's too big..."

He hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, but was pushed back by one of the talismans on the flag. He fell over and could only shout at the top of his lungs: "Brother Hao Zao, let go..."

"This curse is too heavy and too big for you to induce..."

"..."

Curses borrow power, borrow from people, borrow from demons, borrow from rulers, ghosts and gods, and borrow from heaven and earth.

There are curses in the Negative Spirit Gate, there are wandering ghosts, and there are torture souls. Even the Trick Gate will recite a curse from time to time to scare people.

The methods of using curses in each sect are different, and they all rely on strength. However, today's curse on glutinous rice wine relies on the resentment of the people.

The magic and doorways are all about stealing the power of heaven and earth, but you have to be careful, otherwise you will be seen by heaven and attract divine punishment.

Jiangtou Chen has the ability to hide cause and effect and avoid divine punishment, but the glutinous rice wine does not. The power of this curse has far exceeded the limit of his doorway and his current level. He is afraid that even Lao Baigan, who suppresses the Hu family, can , cannot withstand this curse.

What's more, it's just mash wine in an inhuman state?

"The Chen family can use this evil method to destroy food without restraint, can't I just say it?"

But amid Pineapple Beer's reminder, Minjiu suddenly gritted his teeth and said bitterly: "That doesn't make sense!"

"I'm not convinced!"

"..."

As he shouted, the white flags flying around his body became extremely heavy, reaching their limit, and even frost began to form on his clothes.

Cracks began to appear on his exposed arms and neck, and even above his head, layers of heavy dark clouds appeared, which had already alarmed the heaven and earth as if there were eyes watching him.

Anyone in the sect, if they feel that someone is watching them from above, must stop immediately.

This means that they have committed sins and are about to go crazy.

When the Wuchang Li family was still there, this sin might not have fallen on their heads, but on the hands of the Li family first.

But now, it has come directly.

But Laozaojiu looked at the night sky with a slanting gaze, and hissed in a low voice:

"Now is the right time!"

"Brother, if we really talk about magic, we are not as good as the Jiangtou Chen family. No matter how many people we find to fight, we will still suffer."

"But compared with the Jiangtou Chen family, we also have advantages..."

"They are not afraid of heaven's punishment, and neither are we."

"Quick, take out your ninth glass lamp and shine it on me. I want to say something important to the people of this world..."

"..."

Pineapple beer saw Laozaojiu's idea and immediately exclaimed: "No, no, this is not in the plan, brother, I haven't shown you this palace beauty yet..."

"What plan or no plan, the time has come, sooner or later, it's this one shot!"

Laozaojiu laughed, and his figure seemed to be Buddha was getting farther and farther away from Pineapple Beer: "When we held that meeting, everyone was not used to being too pretentious, so they didn't say anything very seriously."

"But Miss Red Wine said something that actually touched my heart."

"We come to this world once, without leaving a name or a voice, but we must leave our own traces."

"..."

Pineapple Beer didn't know what to say anymore, and cursed angrily: "The main thing is that you have this opportunity to take me with you..."

"I have been calling you brother for several days, and you abandon me at this time..."

"It will be miserable if you fall into the hands of Tai Sui..."

"..."

But in the midst of the curse, he could only mention the last lamp, which was also the most powerful, clearest, and farthest lamp, and aimed it at the fermented glutinous rice wine surrounded by white banners at this time.

At this time, above his head, there was a thick lead cloud, and from all directions, the wind was rolling, rolling towards the mountain layer by layer. Even so many banners and so many talismans could not bear the resentment of the people in all directions.

Laozaojiu laughed silently, suddenly tore open his clothes, bit his finger, and drew a sharp blood rune on his chest.

Using his body as a rune, he accepted the resentment from all directions.

Once this rune was completed, the endless resentment in all directions suddenly surged towards him.

The heavy leaden clouds in the night sky also suddenly felt something. Facing this resentment that far exceeded the limit, they suddenly dropped endless black lightning, rolling and hitting Laozaojiu's head.

Laozaojiu, who could be a rune, was already laughing at this moment. Facing the endless thunder in the sky, he bowed with both arms, attracted endless white banners and runes, and pointed his fingers like swords directly at the sky.

"What official, what ten surnames, what Tai Sui, I only recognize one truth..."

At this moment, his expression was blue and ferocious under the lightning and firelight. With a loud shout, he threw himself into the dreams of countless people through the glass lamp:

"If the sky does not let me live, I will die with the sky!"

"..."

Accompanied by this roar and rolling thunder, his body collapsed, but his soul had broken out, accompanied by white flags around him, rushing against the dark thunder in the sky and pointing directly to the dome.

Using curses to replace the sky, resentment soared to the sky.