When I heard Xie Wen for the first time, I noticed the kingfisher feather wrapped around the wrist of the other party's spirit. He was very curious about the origin of the bird feather, but he couldn't figure out the result...
I didn't expect to get what I wanted at this moment.
Going around in a circle, it was actually his thing. At a moment he didn't even know about, it fell into Chen Dao's hands, and it has survived to this day.
It's hard to describe what exactly that moment was like.
The wind in the mountains is so strong that it can blow the straight and tenacious long bamboos into curved bows, whistling endlessly. But when I heard it, I felt nothing.
He stood in the depths of the mountain breeze for a long time, staring at the people in front of the house without blinking.
Before that, he always thought that person was just used to him.
Whether holding hands or kissing, it was because his expectations and disappointments were too obvious, so the other party couldn't bear it.
It was as if he stood on a pine branch and watched Chenbuo go down the mountain. The other party took a few steps along the mountain path, then turned around and brought him back.
But now he finds out...
There were many things hidden in places he had not seen before, not quite what he thought they were.
Chen Bu, who was wearing a red robe in front of the house, was unaware of the people in the bamboo forest.
The blue bird formed by the residual dust flew over the mountain and disappeared into the sky. He leaned against the door and watched for a while, lifted the placket of his burqa, and walked down the path covered with bamboo leaves.
The sound of Shasha's footsteps was much closer to the bamboo forest, and when she heard it, she suddenly returned to her senses.
When he saw the tall figure parked by the lake, he suddenly thought of a question—
He is still in the cage, the owner of the cage is Zhang Dai, and all the things in front of him come from Zhang Dai's memory.
These pictures are vivid and clear, and there is almost no sense of disobedience when smelling them. It was as if Zhang Dai was hiding in this bamboo forest, standing where Wen Shi was standing, watching all this with bated breath.
Thinking of this, Wen Shi's heart jumped, and he suddenly turned his head and swept around.
The bamboo forest is dense, and the stripes on the branches are very similar to the faces of people. When the tree shadows are slanted by the wind, it is easy to misunderstand it. It is a good place for Tibetans.
But right now, apart from Wen Shi himself, no one else exists.
He can be sure of this, if there is, he will not concentrate and not feel it.
So what about in the beginning
Zhang Dai was hiding here at the beginning, how could he not perceive it if he didn't see it
Unless the state of Chennai at that time was extremely bad, even more serious than what was seen in the cage at the moment, after all, it was just a manifestation of Zhang Dai's consciousness.
If other people see this kind of dust, there may be countless guesses, and even if they feel that something is wrong with him, they will not dare to act rashly.
Because no one has ever put the word dusty and "weak" together.
But it smells different.
He has seen dust that outsiders have never seen before, and he knows many things that outsiders don't know. So he figured it all out in an instant—
Chen Chen has unraveled countless times in his life, and the dust on his body is a hundred times and a thousand times more than Wen Shi, but he pressed it down so that no one knows except Wen Shi.
He once said that there is a solution to this. When I heard it, I thought it was what he said to coax people, but now it seems to be true, it can be resolved, but the process of resolving is not something that ordinary people can bear...
Even if you can't get enough of yourself, you have to work hard.
When I smelled it, I didn't know how difficult the process was, how long it would last, and what the people who resolved it would experience. If even the dust will be exhausted to the extreme, it is not what ordinary people can imagine.
So when he did this, he was never in Songyun Mountain.
Every few years, he would stay for a while in this valley similar to Songyun Mountain, settling down in this somewhat crude house, and dissipating the ties that hundreds of thousands of people left him alone.
He will not leave here until he recovers his condition and see no difference. He will return to Songyun Mountain, and perhaps step into the next cage to send some other people away.
I don't know how many times this process has happened.
It was only one of them that Zhang Dai bumped into.
It wasn't even a hit at all, but deliberately paying attention. Zhang Dai said that when he was entangled in the scourge of God and could not get rid of it, he would not be able to ask for the dust.
He didn't mention the time and place, but it must be here.
He wanted to ask Chenbuya to help him, but he didn't want others to know, so he inquired about Chenbuya's whereabouts everywhere and tracked it all the way here.
He should have also seen the Temple of the Earth, and heard the remarks of passers-by about "mountain ghosts", so he walked through the fog and bamboo forests, quietly touched the depths of the mountain, and saw what he saw when he heard it.
The reason why the scene here is as clear as yesterday is because Zhang Dai always remembers it, and even recalled it countless times in the next thousand years—
Here he begged for Chen Dao, but Chen Dao refused to help.
Therefore, he was so brooding and resentful that he could not let it go until he died.
***
"Dang bang".
Suddenly there was a soft sound by the lake, and when he heard it, he suddenly stopped and looked up.
Chenbuo was fiddling with a few boulders in his hands, and was bending over to drop one of them somewhere on the shore of the lake.
"Northwest corner..."
Wen Shi calculated the position, frowned, and was puzzled.
According to what Bu Ning often said, the northwest corner is called a dead door in the formation, and it is easy to move.
"If the formation stone falls on the door of death, it is definitely not a small formation for play, and most of the lives are at stake." Bu Ning said at the beginning.
Hearing Shi also asked: "How to make life at stake. To save lives, to curse people to death?"
"It's a little different from the saying that life is at stake." Bu Ning explained: "First, it is said that the formation can raise the flesh and bones of the dead, but you understand that most formations that can do this are evil, not Good thing. Also, it means that the formation is related to the life of a certain person or a few people, just like a lock. This is also called life-threatening. As for what purpose it is used for, it will be different. People are different. The last time you encountered a sacrificial formation in the cage, it was the latter."
Because of Bu Ning's words, although Wen Shi didn't practice formation, he was very sensitive to the dead end in the northwest corner, just like those who had learned formation.
He had almost never seen Chen Dao look at that corner when he was setting up the formation, and this was the first time.
And when Chen did not put the formation stone and retracted his hand, when he smelled it, he could vaguely see a bright red between his fingers. If I'm not mistaken, it should be blood...
The imprints on the formation stones are to deepen the control of the players in the formation, indicating that it is a big formation that is the most important.
Even more so when blood is smeared on the stones.
I don't even need a mark on weekdays, but I used blood here...
What the hell is he doing
His face changed a bit when he smelled it.
However, the people by the lake were still calm. He walked around the lake for a short time, considered two empty spaces, and dropped another boulder on one of them, also smearing blood.
…
The weeds in the mountains grow very high and stretch in a large area, blocking the view.
Chen Dao stopped in several places, but he set up a total of several stone formations, how they were placed, and where they fell, he couldn't see it when he smelled it, and he could only guess based on experience.
When a certain stone formation fell, the lake surface, which had been wrinkled in the wind, suddenly changed—
Thick fog and miasma came from all directions and rushed up to the lake, as if gathered in the center by a huge suction force.
In the blink of an eye, the entire lake was enveloped in dense fog, and the grass and trees were like dizzy ink, swaying hazy, looming. The dust in the distance has become a blurred bright red, which contrasts with the reflection in the lake.
In the blink of an eye, the red reflection in the lake disappeared, and the dust was still standing on the shore.
This kind of change is very strange. It seems that in an instant, the water in the lake is no longer water, and it no longer reflects the things on the shore. It is like ink, flowing silently, moist and thick.
Although it doesn't look real, when I smell it, I still think of one thing - a caged vortex.
The lake seemed to have turned into a vortex out of thin air under the influence of the formation. And in the depths of the cage, there is a silver thread connected to the dust on the shore.
Chen Dao still held two or three small cobblestones loosely in his hand. He walked through the thick fog, and while watching the changes in the lake, he fine-tuned the position of the stone array, as if he was trying something.
No one knew what he was doing, but when he was connected to the darkness, the light of the silver thread gradually became brighter, the sickness around him visibly faded away, and the blue-purple tendons on the back of his hands were less conspicuous and exposed. The skin that came out was no longer as pale.
just like…
That cage vortex has the function of the bones of the dead. Under the nourishment of the cage vortex, he regained vitality.
This is exactly the same as what Zhang Dai did later, as if the latter was a way to steal from here.
***
When Wen Shi stared at the red shadow, his face suddenly turned cold.
At that moment, there was a soft sound not far behind.
Wen Shi took a step sideways, and moved neatly into the dark. When he turned his head to look, there was another figure in the bamboo forest.
It was a young man in a taupe short jacket, with a rather tall stature, but an indistinct face. Because he kept his head down.
His hands were hanging by his side, clenched into fists, and the bones on the side of his face were faintly moving. He seemed unwilling to bow his head, and had to bow his head again.
In this way, he should be a very proud hard bone. But if you look closely, you can see that he is shaking.
When I smelled it, I only felt a gust of wind swept past in front of me, and the bright red figure stood silently nearby.
When he turned to Wen Shi in the dark, he stood in front of the young man, looking at the visitor condescendingly through the mask of a demigod.
"Who are you?" His voice was vague and distant, almost inaudible.
The young man did not answer. He just collapsed on the ground with his knees weak, his forehead pressed against the muddy and damp mountain ground, smelling the rotten smell of dead branches and rotten leaves, and said, "Please."
The red burqa swept across the edges of the stone, and the masked man bent down slightly. I don't know if it's to hear the young man's prayers, or to see the appearance of the other side humbly lying on the ground.
"What did you say?" His voice was still vague and slightly hoarse.
"I said please." The young man raised his forehead a little, squatted down again, and made a muffled sound in the place, "Please save my life."
The young man slammed one by one, as low as a grass mustard ant. He kept repeating the words of prayer, and the stooped man listened so quietly.
After a while, he said, "Why do you ask me to save you?"
"You are the body of a half-immortal, a person who is looked up on by people on the top of the mountain, and a gifted spiritual energy. You can know everything, know everything, and understand everything. In this world, only you can save me. Nowhere else to go…”
The man in the red robe nodded lightly after a long while after listening to him. Said: "Okay, but you have to wait."
The young man didn't dare to look up at all, and still crouched at his feet: "Why, why wait?"
"Because..." The man in red rolled up his sleeves unhurriedly, "I have to send the other person who came to eavesdrop first—"
The moment the voice fell, the man turned around abruptly, with a thin yellow paper talisman between his sharp five fingers, and grabbed it towards Wen Shi's face.
He could hear that long before he turned around, he had already made a brazen shot—
The puppet line shot out like a sharp blade, and the snake screamed straight up at that moment, and the flowing firelight tore through the woodland and the sky, the whole cage trembled, and the scene was like a screen with poor signal, constantly flashing and cutting. .
Wen Shi grabbed the half-god and half-ghost mask, and glanced coldly at the face under the mask.
Sure enough, it was not dusty, but a somewhat unfamiliar face.
For Wen Shi, this face is not even as recognizable as Zhang Zhengchu's, let alone Zhang Yalin. But he still knew at a glance that it was Zhang Dai.
The real Zhang Dai.