Hundreds of puppet lines staggered in an instant, and the roots glowed with cold light, enclosing Zhang Dai in it, each of which was against the key. The coercion is like a sea, like a blade that kills Ling Lie, it can break people's flesh from a distance.
The wind swept his loose hair, and it fell to the ground before it touched the puppet line. It was a real hair-blowing decision.
So Zhang Dai stood stiffly in the puppet line, unable to move.
When he smelled it, he just took off the mask, but it seemed to have removed a layer of hide that covered his shame. The condescending temperament just now faded away, he turned his head away, and said ruthlessly: "Give me the mask back—"
"Back to you?"
These words just added fuel to the fire, and when I smelled it, my face fell instantly.
At that moment, the snake went straight down from nine days and swooped down like the ground. The gust of wind it brought was scorching hot, stirring up the grass and trees, and the dense fog suddenly dissipated.
Zhang Dai staggered a step under the impact, and there were seven or eight wounds on his face and arms instantly, which made him grit his teeth.
Wen Shi wiped off a few stars of dust on the mask under the brutal blow, looked at Zhang Dai with cold eyes, and said, "You are also worthy."
After he finished speaking, he moved his finger, and more than a dozen puppet lines came alive in an instant, and he unceremoniously pulled off the bright red burqa.
When smelled, he grabbed the smear of red into his hand and carried it behind his back. His disgust and sternness were not concealed at all: "Your face is so shameful that you will occupy other people's things until you die."
If the previous scenes were all Zhang Dai's memories, then in the end it was Zhang Dai's imagination.
He could never forget the scene where he was rejected for begging someone here, and he subconsciously rejected that scene, unwilling to admit that it was himself. He always hopes that he can live for a long time, have the body of a half-immortal, become a human being, stand on the top of a mountain, and be worshipped and admired by others...
So at the end of his memory, he became the figure wearing a red burqa and a ghost mask. While rejecting it, he enjoyed the feeling of being kneeled and prayed.
The bird occupies the dove's nest and deceives itself.
But when you smell it, you can tell it right away.
There is no real dust, and it will never be possible to condescendingly admire the appearance of others crouching at their feet.
Even if the mask covers his face and the red robe wraps his body, he is still the same Zhang Dai.
A certain word in Wen Shi's words stabbed him, and he turned his face suddenly, staring at Wen Shi with red eyes, his expression mixed with embarrassment and ferocity: "What did you say?"
"What did you just say?" he repeated in a low voice.
When I heard that, I had released the cage countless times, most of which were patiently and slowly grinding with the cage owner, leading the other party to realize little by little that he was in prison and could not be freed. He almost never mentioned "death" before the cage owner woke up. Character.
But this time is different.
With a calm voice, he told Zhang Dai in the clearest and most straightforward way: "I said, you will occupy other people's things until you die."
"Death..." Zhang Dai froze completely.
He blinked a few times, lowered his head slowly, looked at his hands and feet, and murmured, "Death?"
"die… "
"No." Zhang Dai shook his head, "How could I die? No, it has nothing to do with me. How can I... "
His voice was dry, and he lost his voice halfway through. He swallowed several times, and his breathing became rapid and heavy, as if he had run for an unknown number of miles, "How can I die? It's impossible, it doesn't make sense. I—"
He didn't even care about cutting the puppet line, and eagerly rolled up his sleeves and looked at every skin, "I am alive and well, I have a way, I have found a way, why should I die? He can … He can get stronger that way, why can’t I? Shouldn’t, shouldn’t…”
Zhang Dai repeated over and over that it shouldn't be, and in the end there was no sound, only his lips moved. Then he turned around anxiously, as if he wanted to find someone around him to confirm that he was not dead: "Aqi? Zhang Qi?"
He looked around, but found that there was no one around him.
Whether it was Zhang Qi, who always served him as a sidekick, or the puppet who had followed him for a thousand years from generation to generation, there was no trace.
The memories of the present and the past kept tearing apart, making him almost mad.
Once the cage owner began to collapse, the entire cage shook with the ground, and the scene became chaotic, like countless shredded photos, spliced together illogically.
The rocks were cracked, the sediment fell, and the lake water poured back.
When he heard another giant puppet, countless beasts and birds roared at the same time, and the sky was brightly reflected. Among them, the huge figure of the divine bird spread its wings, and behind him there was a phantom of gold.
It covers the sky and covers everything with its wings.
At the same time, the noisy voices rushed over like a tide. Wen Shi turned around and met Xie Wen's eyes.
Those who suddenly disappeared while walking, reappeared beside them.
Not only Xie Wen, Xia Qiao, Zhang Biling, but also Bu Ning, Da Xiaozhao and so on. The people who entered the cage, Wu Wuyangyang, included nearly a hundred judges in the world - almost all the people in the Zhang family's house were in this cage.
It's just that some of them were attached to human-like objects before, and some of them were on the other side of the mountain, and they were separated by the effect of the cage, and they all thought they were alone.
It was not until this moment that the cage began to be scattered and all the effects faded, and they realized that everyone was here.
"elder brother!"
"Sister Ling!"
"Master."
…
The crowd gathered together.
Wen Shi looked at Xie Wen, and suddenly remembered the blue bird.
He wanted to ask, "How many times have you been to this mountain by yourself and why you never told me?", but he remembered that when he first entered the cage, Xie Wen said, "I once thought that when the time was right, I would take you to see it." Look".
So when you hear it, the words come to your mouth: "Your stuff."
Saying that, he handed Xie Wen the mask of half-god and half-ghost and the large bright red burqa.
The older he got, the more he found himself stubbornly naive about certain things. Just like this mask and this burqa, in his eyes, it only represents one person, and can only be worn and used by one person. No one else can touch it.
Even if the Xie Wen is not used now, he will take it back.
Xie Wenwu's heavy eyes fell on those things, and after a while, he raised it slightly and landed on Wen Shi's face.
"It's all old stuff." He didn't pick up those things, but grabbed Wen Shi's wrist and pulled him to his side.
Wen Shi was stunned for a moment, and heard him say something softly without looking sideways: "This is mine."
When the words fell into his ears, his fingers curled and loosened when he smelled it.
Because of his unconscious movements, the puppet lines staggered and tightened even more. Zhang Dai, who was tightly wrapped in it, gasped for a few breaths, and cried out in pain under the pressure and severe pain.
He turned around suddenly when he heard it.
Zhang Dai softened his knees, kneeling on the ground because of the pain and suffering, his head bowed under the hoop of hundreds of people, his fingers clenched blood.
His face was flushed red, with blue veins protruding on his forehead, and there was a bit of unwillingness and ruthlessness in his embarrassment.
The next moment, he raised his head sharply. Memories of the past and the present were torn apart, and his eyes wandered scattered among them all. After a long while, the eyes that were rolling around were fixed, and they were firmly fixed on Xie Wen.
He hissed, "I saw..."
"See what?" Xie asked in the same tone as always.
"I've seen your formation in the mountains, behind everyone's back, right by the lake." He accentuated his voice, making his voice even more hoarse, "It's right by the lake. Everyone says you're a demigod, but Even your relatives don't know what you're doing here, right?"
As if he was telling some secret, he paused, then gritted his teeth and smiled: "Only I know. Only I see it."
"It's all sorcery, who is higher than the other? How can you be worshipped and admired while using that kind of formation, but I should be damned... Why... "
"Why—" Zhang Dai's eyes almost dripped with blood.
Xie Wen's eyes swept across the fragmented lake surface, and then retracted: "That's because you made a mistake."
"So what did you distribute?" Wen Shi asked in a low voice.
He remembered the scene he had seen before—the cobblestones placed along the lake were all smeared with blood, so it should have been an uncontrollable formation. When Zhang Dai bumped into those people, he subconsciously thought that Chen was unwilling to be a half-immortal, and he used all kinds of cages behind everyone's back to promote his cultivation.
But when I smell it, I know clearly that it is not.
But he didn't even know what it was.
Xie Wen was silent for a moment, and said, "That's what I prepared for."
"What are you doing?" Wen Shi asked.
Xie Wen swept past those who came from far and near, and then fell back to Wen Shi, "Leaving it for you."
He lived many years and saw many things. Knowing that all dharmas are impermanent, there will always be calamities in the world. Wars, epidemics, natural disasters, man-made disasters... As short as a few months, but as long as a few years, there will always be that kind of immeasurable cage, which is the fate left by tens of thousands or even 100,000 people, which cannot be dissipated. A catastrophe is also a catastrophe for anyone to bear.
When he was in his twenties, he had expected to see something later, and he knew early on that he would leave, just a few years ago.
For a long time, he was thinking, if he was gone, who would take care of it when he came across such a big cage with a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood? Take this time, what will you do next time
He actually knew very well that at that time, someone would definitely stand in front of him. Because of this, he couldn't be more relieved.
Therefore, he has been pondering a formation that can absorb the undissolving dust and leave it to slowly dissipate in the future, so as to provide a buffer for those who are burdened with too much.
He needs that array to function as usual after his death, to watch for his apprentices who travel in and out of the world.
"That's a combination of the Spirit Washing Array and the Cage Vortex. One side moves and the other keeps it, but it's more stable and hidden than that, so as not to involve people who don't know it." Xie asked.
Every time he came back to this col, he would fiddle with the formation stones to try and adjust it many times.
In order to keep the formation running, he sealed the stone with blood, which was regarded as the eye of the formation. It's just that the biggest change happened before it was fully formed...
Hearing his words, he suddenly thought of something.
The moment that incident flashed through my mind, it was as if a handful of glacial water was pouring down from my head—
Because of the accident in Liuzhuang, he and Bu Ning had carefully studied Heavenly Retribution. He knows that that kind of thing varies from person to person. It is one effect when it falls on ordinary people, and it is another when it falls on them. The latter is much more serious.
This thing has no solution at all, repaying one debt is one, and reincarnation will only lighten one point.
Zhang Dai never entered the cycle of reincarnation from beginning to end. But Zhang Wan said that his mark is weak.
How did he do it
…
Was it once... quietly cleaned and transferred by something
Except for the formation that Xie Wen mentioned, Wen Shi couldn't think of the second answer at all!
If it was what he thought, then when the dust could not control the thousands of dust and karma all over the body, and finally fell into the seal and could not be reborn, there is a reason...