The roar rang through the mountains and forests, and the earth kept cracking in the tremors.
Yan Lanyu fell to the ground, and the missiles whizzed past his hair.
He stood up, gasped for a moment, and ran to the edge of the mound, blocked by the darkness and firelight. The dragon stopped breathing poisonous breath at some point, and its hideous body was bathed in moonlight, casting a huge black shadow on the mottled snow.
Yan Lanyu climbed up the mound with both hands and feet, moving so quickly that she didn't even notice the sharp rubble piercing her calf.
He grabbed the edge of the top of the mound with a snap, the blood splattered between his fingernails immediately stained the gravel red, and then he climbed up with strength, his knees trembled slightly, and he half-knelt on the ground.
After a while, he got up and looked at the dragon, only to see three blood-red lanterns gathered in the air, looking at him.
At that moment, sporadic gunshots sounded from a distance, and the fire when the bullets were fired flashed away in the night.
The turbulent airflow seemed to freeze, and under the vast night sky, only the boy and the dragon looked at each other.
"Tian Erjun," Yan Lanyu said.
The giant dragon's head was slightly lowered, and after entering the demon, the powerful demonic nature completely replaced the last bit of personality. In fact, it could no longer tell who Yan Lanyu was.
"I know this will never end. The tantric sect will be tracked to the ends of the earth for the rest of my life. Even if everyone disappears, as time goes by, there will be another esoteric sect born."
"But I already hate this endless repetition, constantly causing trouble for others, putting those really good people in danger, letting others bleed and sacrifice for me, and being brought back by fate again and again. In a ridiculous cycle. If I don't disappear, this will not end."
Yan Lanyu bit her index finger and drew a series of characters on her palm with the blood of her heart. Then she unfolded her backhand, and the blood on her palm suddenly glowed red!
The dragon seemed to sense some kind of danger and suddenly raised its head.
"This is your four pillars and eight characters," Yan Lanyu smiled slightly on her cold and pale face.
"I never told you, thank you for your New Year's gift. I've paid it back for so many years."
The magic dragon roared and rushed forward, but Yan Lanyu moved faster, took out a lighter, lit it, and pressed it directly on the bloody palm!
- Burning is actually the easiest way to make a spell take effect. When Yan Lanyu draws a talisman with blood on the palm of his hand, it is equivalent to making a temporary numerology talisman by using the horoscope of the other party's birthday; although this talisman is so simple that it doesn't even contain half a mantra scripture, it is made from the horoscope of birth date after all.
For some onmyoji, mastering the four pillars and eight characters of the other party almost controls half of the lifeline of the other party!
The green fire shrouded Yan Lanyu's entire palm, and in the crackling sound of burning, the demon dragon roared, and in the chaos, the fangs hooked on his shirt, and he was lifted up in the air and slammed out!
Bah!
Yan Lanyu fell heavily to the ground, her chest made a terrifying cracking sound, and rolled down the soil slope. The green fire on his palm tumbled, but it was not extinguished, but the demon dragon let out a heart-wrenching roar, recklessly overwhelmed countless trees and came, biting him again and raising it high!
Yan Lanyu let out a roar with a changed tone, and a large stream of blood mixed with minced meat poured out of his mouth and chest, and the bloody hands in the green fire desperately grabbed the fangs!
-Between the lightning and flint, he was hanged high in the sky, with the bottomless throat of the magic dragon under his feet.
The next moment, the poisonous breath spurted out of the dragon's throat, and instantly enveloped him completely!
Dizziness, suffocation, severe pain.
The flame was burning on one arm, but it couldn't stop the cold caused by the rapid loss of blood.
So cold... A thought flashed through Yan Lanyu's mind in a trance.
The familiar feeling of death is as cold and biting as last time, like falling into a bottomless abyss.
"The four pillars of the year, month, day, and hour are the four pillars of life, and the eight characters of the heavenly stem and the earthly branch are used to determine good and bad luck."
"The five elements are victorious and restrained, and punishment and redness meet and reconcile, which is the basis of Yin and Yang Dao."
Tian Erqizhi paused, poured a glass of rice wine from the red mud jug, and crossed his legs leisurely.
Outside the paper door, it was snowing heavily and covered in silver. The footsteps of people in the distance made a creaking sound in the snow, and the lanterns were on and off in the night, gradually disappearing.
The interior of the house is warm and warm, like late spring. There are several cherry blossoms in the glass bottle by the paper window, and the fragrance of plum wine is slightly transpiring on the stove.
Several disciples knelt down on the tatami and lowered their heads to indicate that they had written down. One of the female disciples had her forehead bent on the floor, then raised her head and asked carefully, "Then, if you use the other person's four-pillar and eight-character as a numerology talisman, what effect will it have?"
"It has a lot of effects, and it basically hurts the soul."
"Will it put people to death?"
Tian Erqi said teasingly: "Who do you want to see immortality, Yuko?"
All the disciples laughed, and the female disciple named Yuko was busy saying that she didn't dare.
"Using the Four Pillars and Eight Characters to put their master to death requires profound spiritual power as a foundation. At the same time, the person who casts the spell is likely to be lost. It is a dangerous technique. In reality, there are many techniques for killing people without blood. Therefore, this kind of spell that kills a thousand people and damages eight hundred has long been included in the category of forbidden spells."
Yuko quickly stood up and said yes, and all the disciples took notes.
"If it's freezing cold today, when spring begins, I'll teach you how to calculate the eight characters."
Tian Erqizhi paused, his expression thoughtful, and his fingertips lightly rubbed the fine patterns on the wine glass. Everyone fell silent for a while, and after a while, they heard him say lazily: "Let's be here today... Lan Yu."
Behind him, a youth in purple got up and gently opened the paper door.
Everyone bowed their heads and saluted, got up and backed away and filed out.
Yan Lanyu lowered her eyes and looked at the ground, until the last female disciple also retreated, and she closed the paper door almost silently.
Tian Erqizhi was sitting by the fire, staring at the cup in his hand, and seemed to suddenly have a strong interest in the daily use of the glazed wine glass.
Yan Lanyu didn't think it was strange, the man in front of him who had been the head of the Tantric sect for eight years usually looked like this.
He often becomes interested in something that he sees every day and gets to the bottom of it. It was as big as the repainting of the tiled roof of the house, as small as the roundness of the pearls on the door curtain, and even once, he even took out the writing paper that was written down in previous years with great interest.
It was actually a sign that he was thinking about other things in his mind.
Whenever he does this, he is actually pondering something that no one could have imagined.
The head's actions and thinking are always unexpected, but they are also very precise, and the vicious insight can sometimes even give people a shuddering feeling.
Yan Lanyu walked behind him as usual, knelt down and sat down, when suddenly he heard him call: "Little Lanyu—"
"Yes."
"We've known each other for so long, and now that I think about it, it's really fateful!"
"… "
Yan Lanyu raised her eyes, only to see the head turned back and looked at herself with a smile.
"... So what?" Yan Lanyu asked calmly.
"It's nothing, just sigh with emotion. Ah, the fate between people is really wonderful. When you were a teacher at Dongda University, you should have never dreamed that you would meet me, right? So we are sitting here today, saying that it is fate Impermanence is not an exaggeration.”
The candlelight made a slight crackling sound, and Yan Lanyu quietly looked back at Tian Erqizhi, and his eyes did not fluctuate even in the dark.
"I do not know what you're talking about."
"… "
The Sect Master blinked his eyes, sighed with no interest, muttered a few words like "I don't admit it again" and "Why do I always deceive myself", then took a sip from the wine glass.
Yan Lanyu lowered her eyelashes and picked up a hairpin from the lampstand to pick up the wick.
The hairpin was actually put here by Teneri Kizhi, maybe he wanted to euphemistically mean "let's keep your head." In fact, according to the custom, it is normal for teenagers of this age to keep their heads, but Yan Lanyu was indifferent, and the head stopped talking about it.
"Hey?" Tian Erqizhi put his hand on the jug on the small stove, as if he suddenly remembered something: "Speaking of which, we have such a fate, and we have been together for so many years, but there is one thing we have never done. Woolen cloth."
"Um."
"Don't you want to know what's going on?"
"… "
The head waited for a while, but didn't wait for a response, sighed and said, "You are really a person without curiosity... I said, we haven't done fortune-telling yet, aren't you curious about the outcome of our fortune-telling? ?"
Yan Lanyu put down her hairpin, stared at the candle without blinking, and did not speak. After a long while, he took a breath almost silently, and said, "I'm not very curious. There is no such thing as fate."
The room fell into silence, except for the sound of candles burning, there was only a slight rustling sound when the heavy snow fell from the goose feathers outside the window.
The head smiled: "Don't be so pessimistic, Xiao Lanyu. Please go and get my fortune plate... It's in that locked cabinet."
Yan Lanyu got up and went to the inner room. After a while, she took back a red sandalwood chessboard-like wooden board with sixty vertical and horizontal lines on it, full of calendars such as the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches. There was also some yellow paper and some ink pens. The head dipped a pen in ink and wrote a string of characters on the paper: "This is your birthday."
Then he picked up another piece of paper and wrote, "This is mine."
Yan Lanyu's pupils shrank in horror.
Tian Erqizhi did not seem to see it, he smiled and rolled the two yellow sheets of paper into a ball, the flames spontaneously ignited at his fingertips, and the paper was instantly burned into black ashes, which were scattered on the natal plate. Immediately afterwards, he took the yellow watch paper and wrote a series of complex calculation runes, his knuckles buckled the life plate, he seemed very serious, and he didn't notice Yan Lanyu's pale complexion beside him.
After about a cup of tea, he finished the calculation and wrote the final fate on the horoscope.
"Well."
"… how?"
The head shook his head, seemingly very regretful: "We are not married."
Yan Lanyu's nerves were in extreme tension, but she didn't react for a while when she heard the words, and subconsciously said "Huh?"
The Sect Master laughed and looked at him up and down for a while with playful eyes.
Although the room was very warm, those eyes made Yan Lanyu's back feel a thorn-like coldness. It felt like the casual playful gesture of a feline beast before killing its prey.
"Is it necessary to be so nervous?" The Sect Master said leisurely, "Why don't we make an appointment."
"… "
"Although Bazi can kill people, as long as you don't move my Bazi, I won't move yours. How is it, is it fair?"
Yan Lanyu's throat was so tight that she couldn't make any sound.
The wick snapped, and the slight sparks splashed into the air.
"... Haha, seeing you so nervous." The head waved his hand and took a sip of wine with a smile: "Just kidding, I'm such a good person, what reason do you have to put me to death?"
In the mountain forest, the towering ancient trees that had been uprooted fell across the snow, and the dragon's body was violently convulsed and rolled due to the great pain, squeezing countless dead trees into sawdust.
"Roar!"
The dragon shook its head violently, and Yan Lanyu's body smashed between the rows of sharp fangs!
Ribs were broken, his chest was ripped apart by fangs, and his thighs and arms were bleeding.
So cold.
Yan Lanyu tried his best to lift the hand wrapped in the flames and brought it closer to get a little heat, but he couldn't feel the existence of that hand at all.
He almost clearly felt the arrival of the last moment. Although he really wanted to throw himself into the arms of death, the last bit of consciousness was forcing himself to survive.
He must persevere.
The dragon's soul has not yet suffered the most fatal damage, at least until the moment when the numerology talisman burns out.
The tires rubbed against the ground with a screeching noise, and the car door opened, Yu Jingzhong rushed out, and started to climb up the mound with his bare hands!
The dragon's struggle caused a large piece of gravel to fall from his head. Yu Jingzhong's face and hands were scratched several times. However, he didn't seem to even feel it. Climb up the mound.
He took a breath, and when he looked up, he saw that the giant dragon suddenly let out a violent scream, its head was raised high, and then it suddenly slammed on the ground!
There was a rumble, the rocks cracked, the ground turned upside down, and the trees flew into the sky. Yan Lanyu's body was thrown out from between her fangs and fell to the ground with a bang!
Yu Jingzhong lost his voice: "Yan Lanyu!" Then he staggered forward amid the violent vibration.
Not far away, Yan Lanyu's body twitched and trembled, bleeding all over the place.
His jeans were torn by gravel, and a long strip was torn from the knee to the pocket, and two small yellow paper balls rolled out of the pocket.
No one saw this scene, and Yan Lanyu, who was struggling and panting in severe pain, didn't notice it at all. The next moment, the yellow paper ball came into contact with the cyan flames burning all over the ground, and immediately burned into two golden balls of light—
It was Zhou Hui's peace talisman.
The giant dragon was on a plate, rolled up several towering trees, and smashed at Yan Lanyu overwhelmingly!
Yu Jingzhong let out a loud roar, passing through the clods and gravels that fell like a torrential rain like lightning. He could only see black shadows falling from the sky, and at this critical moment, two extremely gorgeous golden meteors suddenly rose beside Yan Lanyu.
Yu Fu didn't realize what was going on at all. Immediately afterwards, the meteor pierced through the sky and exploded on the side of the giant dragon!
That can hardly be described as a grenade or a sniper gun, and the equivalent of a high-energy rocket launcher is nothing more than that. In the middle of the night, the sky was clear, and for several seconds, Yu Jingzhong's retinas were intensely white, and he couldn't see anything, even his voice was absolutely still.
Immediately afterwards, the entire earth collapsed, the mounds sank into giant pits, and the trees turned into dust silently in the strong light.
Afterwards, Yu Jingzhong couldn't remember what he did at all. His memory was cut off in those few seconds and completely blank.
When he regained his senses, he only found himself lying on Yan Lanyu's body, surrounded by large clouds of dust so thick that it was impossible to open his eyes, and the ground was still trembling slightly in the aftershocks.
He lay numbly for a long time before he could barely raise his head, and when he moved his neck, there was a crisp sound of knuckles. He and Yan Lanyu were lying at the bottom of the pit, the surrounding area had been razed to the ground, and the rubble made of dead branches, wood chips, rocks and soil was thickly spread on the ground, and the air was filled with the choking smell of the violent explosion.
Yan Lanyu's eyes were tightly closed, her face was pale, and she could not tell whether she was alive or dead.
"..." Yu Jingzhong wanted to call his name, but he sucked so much dust that his throat was hoarse and he couldn't make a sound. He stretched his trembling fingers under his nose, and after a while, he held down his pulse again, and finally let out a roar that sounded like a boulder in his heart, with a changed tone of crying.
sizzle-
A noise similar to the passing of electricity sounded behind him. Yu Jingzhong propped himself on the ground with his bloody elbows. When he looked back, he found out why he was still alive and intact in such a violent explosion.
In the mid-air behind him, there was a light shield erected like a golden shield, forming a huge hemisphere with a radius of three or four meters, which tightly blocked him and Yan Lanyu from behind the barrier. Electric current passed through the translucent golden shield, and a burning figure was printed on the surface, which was a pentagram.
Yu Jingzhong has studied this aspect, and he knows what this symbol represents at a glance—
It's a Yata Mirror.
It was Yan Lanyu who put it in his soul, the unpredictable power of Yata Mirror!
Yu Jingzhong staggered to his feet, gasped violently, and stretched out his hand to the light shield. With a swipe of light, the rays of light were retracted, and climbed along his fingertips to the palm of his hand, condensing into a dazzling pentagram, and saw that every corner was radiating, and inscriptions were densely packed and indecipherable complex incantations outwards.
Yu Jingzhong clenched his palms, leaned over and hugged Yan Lanyu tightly in his arms.
"Don't... don't be afraid," he murmured, his voice hoarse beyond recognition, "don't be afraid, I'll take you home."
The rough wind left a lasting pain like a knife on his face. The sharp gravel on the ground penetrated through the soles of his shoes. Every time he landed, he pressed heavily on the soles of his feet. swayed forward.
At this moment, the trees on the edge of the pit moved.
Immediately afterwards, half of the broken faucet was lifted up from the shadow, and it was almost blown to pieces.
Yu Jingzhong stopped and faced the dragon head. At that moment, he felt unusually calm in his heart, without the slightest fear, and even felt a little calm.
Yan Lanyu's life in his arms is rapidly draining, and they will either escape together before the last moment, or die here together.
There's nothing to be afraid of, the worst ending is just that.
The three bloody eyes on the faucet have dimmed at this moment, but the one in the middle suddenly lit up in the dark night, emitting a ferocious red light. Immediately, the red light projected a figure in the void, which was very blurry at first, and gradually became clear within a few seconds, and the facial features, clothes and figure showed familiar outlines.
Yu Jingzhong took a breath.
I saw the man fall from the red light to the ground, stood firm, waved his hand very casually, and said with a smile: "—yo."
He was in his thirties or forties, wearing a simple kimono yukata, which was baggy, revealing a strong neck and chest. There was blood on his body and cuffs, and he looked a little embarrassed, but his smiling demeanor still seemed very leisurely and relaxed.
"Tsk tsk, Xiao Lanyu." He seemed to shake his head regretfully and said, "In the end, you still breached the contract."
Yu Jingzhong narrowed his eyes coldly.
- He recognized it.
The man in front of him is the only esoteric head in the history of Japanese Yin-Yang Taoism who uses a living person to become a demon, the soul of a demon dragon, Tian Erqizhi!
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In order to avoid controversy, let me give a preview: this chapter is the battle of Yu Yan vs. the head of the family, and then the battle of the happy husband and wife mixed doubles and children. White tomorrow, the report is completed.