The word "hundred years" on the imperial decree was crossed out for an instant, thunder bursts in the sky, purple light hidden behind the dark clouds, the lightning burst and the snow was bright, and the big raindrops of soybeans fell in an instant.
Kong Xuyang leaned back and laughed wildly. He wiped the rain off his face and held up the imperial edict. "The time has not come yet. This imperial edict is still effective. Waiting to be killed by the thunder, you mob!"
The Taoist zombies inside the gate of Yinshan Village didn't panic, rang the bell with their right hand, raised their eyes and said slowly: "Line up to meet the enemy."
The rain smashed the scattered red and white candles on the ground, the red and white candles that hadn't burned, and the unburned incense instantly extinguished. Every household in Yinshan Village lit up dim and unidentified oil lamps, reflecting the incomplete figures on the windows.
The silhouettes of these figures are men who are in prime of life. They lack arms or legs, and some have only half of their heads. They slowly walked out of the house one step at a time. Just when these men came out, they were about to be caught by the rain. The moment they got on their bodies, they suddenly opened up a yellowed oil-paper white umbrella over their heads, blocking the downpour from the heavens, which represents punishment for them.
Wearing a white shroud, the woman with her head shattered on the pier followed the man silently, holding an umbrella for the man without leaving, and the two of them clasped their hands tightly under the umbrella.
The bride in a red wedding gown wore a hijab, shook his handkerchief in one hand, and held the dripping red scissors in the other. She was carried by the arched hippo, and walked out of the mountain forest swayingly and comfortably. The laugh came from under the hijab.
"Red Sha is listed on the left." Taoist raised his hand, and a yellow symbol flew out from his sleeve and stuck it on the head of the bride at the head of the row.
The wife Xi underneath the bride raised her eyes without eyeballs and had dark eye sockets. She smiled and shook her head, standing still on the left.
The wet old man crawled out of the weir pond, his pale and swollen face was covered with emerald green duckweed, and in his mouth, a steady stream of dark sand was flowing down.
"Bai Sha is on the right." The Taoist stood up his wrist and pinched a gesture. These old people stopped moving, and their black eyes were staring at the door of the village.
The heavy rain was getting heavier, Kong Xuyang looked at the two golden mahogany swords inserted in the front of the village, his heart was burning with anxiety, and he gritted his teeth and cursed inwardly.
The Taomu sword from a hundred years ago stood at the entrance of the village, neither he nor the evil attacks behind him could get in, so they could only wait for the sky thunder to open it.
There was a buzzing among the clouds, the purple electricity flickered, and the thunder that was more than a foot wide thundered down and slammed on the Taoist at the gate of Yinshan Village.
In the dazzling lightning flashes, the talisman paper on this man was instantly annihilated, and the peach wood sword shattered into sawdust in a blink of an eye, saying that the archway in Yinshan Village was torn apart by the sky thunder.
The red and white double evil spirits standing on the left and right were pressed by the sky thunder to kneel down, straightened their spine in the mud, struggling to stand up.
Hundreds of resentful ghosts roared bitterly and filled with gloom, and Xiyi Shroud fluttered in the cold wind and rain, and the ghosts and ghosts made heavy voices:
"The world is not benevolent!"
"God is not fair!"
Kong Xuyang breathed a sigh of relief, overjoyed, and even read aloud the words from the imperial edict: "The people of Yinshan Village used sorcery arbitrarily, causing countless innocent deaths and injuries. His crimes are too numerous to record. Is it ambush?"
The sky thunder dissipated, and the yellow talisman on the Taoist's face was slashed clean, and the face was completely exposed. It was a face exactly like a white willow, with a light expression and a light tone: "I confess my guilt."
"It doesn't matter if you don't recognize it..." Kong Xuyang smiled wider and wider, and he seemed to react suddenly and looked over in amazement, "What did you just say?!"
That face and the Taoist carved out of Bai Liu's mold calmly repeated: "I confess my guilt."
Both the red and white evil spirits on the ground raised their heads in amazement, and the martyred bridge ghost also put down the umbrella and stared at the Taoist together with the zombies.
The Taoist looked at Kong Xuyang: "In the past hundred years, your ancestors used tombs to accumulate yin qi for the souls of the people of Baoyinshan Village, cultivated ghosts, stealing the vigor of the descendants to force reincarnation, and let countless descendants of Yinshan Village die in vain."
"This tomb formation has been arranged so far. Yin Qi is enough to unite our ghosts and souls, restore our sanity, and also empties all Yinshan Village, so that those of us who wear sin can avoid the punishment of the sacred decree."
"But for hundreds of years..." Taoist slowly raised his eyes, "The people in Yinshan Village in the tomb were made into ghosts by me. They were separated from their souls, and they had no sense of mind. They only remembered the Yinshan Village I gave them. Not to give an order for an outsider to enter, which allowed them to indiscriminately kill many innocent passers-by."
"What you said is true. I did use sorcery to kill innocent people indiscriminately."
This yellow-robed Taoist stepped forward, crossed the main entrance of Yinshan Village, opened the robe in front of his knees, knelt on one knee in the heavy rain, took the imperial decree of Kong Xuyang in the astonishment with one hand, and looked up at Kong Xuyang, flat. Channel:
"Regardless of the order of a hundred years, the evil results of the sorcery are caused by me alone, and I should be responsible for it alone, and everyone in Yinshan Village has nothing to do."
"I would like to punish me and be smashed by the sky thunder to the point where my soul is scattered, so that Yinshan Village will be peaceful for a hundred years, all beings will be safe, people will go on their way, and ghosts will enter the way of ghosts."
"But before this..." The Taoist took the imperial decree in Kong Xuyang's hand, folded his knees, and stood up slowly. The wind was strong at night, causing the three golden crowns tied to his head to sway from side to side.
The blue and purple thunder light flashed between heaven and earth, bright as day.
In the light of lightning, the Taoist raised his face soaked in rain, and slowly turned to look at Bailiu in Yinshan Village: "Are you my descendant?"
"From the face." Bai Liu said respectfully, "it should be, old man."
Two similar faces looked at each other across the archway of Yinshan Village, which was beaten by the violent storm.
One was wearing a white shirt, suit and trousers, with a leisurely posture, as if watching a play. The other was wearing a well-groomed robe, with steady eyebrows and a straight center. The two were raised and lowered, one inside and one outside. Behind him was a screaming ghost, in front of him. It was the bones of a foreigner holding foreign guns, and there were two dull-looking Kong Xuyang and Yang Zhi next to them.
This person suddenly laughed, that smile was generous and radiant, if Mu Sicheng were still awake, he would probably be frightened by the smile that appeared on Bai Liu's face. Bai Liu would never smile like that.
"Old man? I was only in my early thirties when I died. How do you call it..." The man couldn't stop laughing, his eyebrows drooping softly, "You are a young man, you are a stubborn nature. Have you borrowed money? Ask the old man to help me. Help you?"
Bai Liu honestly shook his head: "Not yet, it would be great if you could help."
"I can help you." The man groaned with a smile, "You are my descendant. I have accumulated a lot of Yin Qi for a hundred years. It's okay to borrow you a fortune before I leave."
He lifted his foot, like a dragon flying wind, and fell in front of Bai Liu almost in the blink of an eye. The Taoist robe was slammed by the huge Yin Qi coming out of his body and spread out in the air.
The three golden crowns on the top of the Taoist's head spread out, and the black and black yin on his face spread out, revealing a clear and handsome, vibrant face, and the black nails on his hands retracted, becoming clean and round, like a living person. Fingers.
His eyes were half drooping, and he leaned over Bai Liu's ear to whisper, and the voice of his words was looming in the huge turmoil, with a tenderness that seemed to be pity:
"A hundred years ago, Yinshan Village was about to fall and be handed over. I had no choice but to make a deal with an evil god that suddenly appeared. He promised that I would protect Yinshan Village for a hundred years and prevent any outsiders from invading. He gave me this book. Witchcraft, and as a bargain, I will give him my soul and suffer a hundred years of suffering here."
"But the 100-year period has come, and the evil god who said it was good to end all this is in the future, but the time in Yinshan Village suddenly stagnated, stopping at the moment when I was about to be trapped for a hundred years. Will go back to seven days ago."
"Yinshan Village was trapped in a seven-day cycle and could no longer move forward, and some strange strangers began to enter Yinshan Village on the first day of the beginning of the seven-day cycle."
"There are so many people in Yinshan Village, no one dared to wake me up. I watched these strangers come and go, just playing with the slaughter villagers and ghosts. These villagers who are blessed by me were aroused by these hostile strangers. I became more and more unable to control myself, and became more and more indiscriminately killing innocents, neither people nor ghosts. I want to end all of this but I can't do anything about it."
The long and distinct fingers of the Taoist stretched out from the robe, and the fingertips lightly touched Bai Liu's forehead, the Yin Qi from his body poured into Bai Liu's body like a flood, and his eyes whispered with a smile. :
"Thank you."
"Whether you entered the tomb without hurting any villagers, or awakened me, thank you very much."
Bai Liu looked at the Taoist: "Don't you hate that evil god who plays with and tortured you?"
The Taoist who looked like Bai Liu closed his eyes, recalled his face, and whispered to himself:
"... What about hating, what about not hating, I asked him voluntarily at the beginning, but now, I have never regretted it. I only remember that I knelt in front of him at the time, betraying the faith of Patriarch, and said—"
"But to make Dragon City Fei Jiang, don't teach Huma—"
In the sky, the clouds and waves rolled, cracked a gap, purple light pulsed, thunder roared, and the force was like a mountain bursting and the ground cracked, rain was like a wave, and the cracks flashed twice, gathering into a ball of thunder light, aimed at the ethereal on the ground The Taoist in Huangyi slashed like a mighty force!
Daoist in Huangyi suddenly opened his eyes, turned to face the sky thunder, waved his sleeves and spread his robe, protected the ghost of Yinshan Village and the white willow behind him, and screamed out the last three words:
"—Duyin Mountain!"