Thinking of this, his anger reached a peak when he heard it. The gust of wind rose from the ground, and the frost went out, madly sweeping out along the trembling puppet line.
In an instant, Zhang Dai was covered in blood.
"Ah-"
Between the heaven and the earth, the furious wind and the two of them seemed to be left.
"What did you do?" Wen Shi asked sharply, his voice as cold as snow.
Zhang Dai's pain seized his sanity, he screamed, panting for several times before looking up at Wen Shi: "You!"
There was still deep resentment in his eyes, obviously immersed in his own world, and he didn't even hear Wen Shi's questioning, nor did he understand Wen Shi's anger at this moment.
It is this kind of ignorance that makes people angry the most.
The puppet line on Zhang Dai's body suddenly tightened, causing his skin to tear open. His eyes bulged red from the sudden pain and suffocation.
When smelling, he swiped his fingers forward along the line and then slammed it, dragging Zhang Dai in front of him. He was forced to stretch his neck.
"I asked—" Wen Shi's fingers were clenched extremely tightly, and his joints were bloodless white, the same color as his lips at this time: "How did you wash the curse?!"
Zhang Dai wanted to struggle, but was crushed so hard that he couldn't stop the bullet. He rolled his eyes from suffocation, and his eyelids trembled rapidly...
It was too embarrassing and ugly, so he simply closed his eyes.
How did you wash it
Zhang Dai was speechless and only moved Wuzi's lips a few times. He looked like he was thinking hard, as if he had forgotten.
When he smelled it, his face was ugly to the extreme, and the cold madness in his eyes also reached the extreme.
His knuckles clenched, and all the puppet lines were mentioned—
"Ho-"
Zhang Dai's dramatic cough was squeezed out of his throat, mixed with blood. It was as if all the internal organs had been smashed into pieces and were overflowing from his mouth. He anxiously grabbed the puppet line twice, and suddenly laughed.
"I think... I remember," he hissed, his lips still grinning.
How to wash the curse...
It was nothing more than returning from that mountain pass, and the more he thought about it, the more unwilling he became, and the more he thought about it, the more afraid he became.
The reaction of God's condemnation on him is too obvious-
Whatever he tried to do, he would end up with the worst possible outcome, like a curse.
He frequently fell into nightmares, as if as long as he closed his eyes, countless grudges would climb into the house, climb into the bed, and eat him one bite at a time.
He was anxious, irritable, uncertain, and insatiable. All the most negative and dark things are magnified infinitely, as if there are countless evil ghosts hidden in the body, struggling to break out of the cocoon.
It wasn't the scariest thing, the hardest thing for him to accept was... He couldn't get out of the cage.
The cage at that time was a rare terrifying memory in his life - he was like a human-shaped vortex, madly absorbing all the dark things around him, and the black mist carrying resentment and jealousy rushed towards him and got into his body. .
At first he was delighted, after all, as long as the black mist absorbed could melt and transform, it would make him stronger.
But in the next moment he began to regret it, because he couldn't bear it anymore, and the black mist was still staring at him like crazy, and it continued.
They raged and collided in his body, not only could they not dissolve, but even those he had dissolved in the past ten years were just about to move.
That was the first time he truly felt fear and powerlessness.
He thought of a word - backlash.
His body is full of evil spirits, which cannot be controlled by the level of cultivation and ability.
Even the more powerful it is, the more things have been dissolved and the more it is carried, the more terrifying the backlash will be.
This is the curse.
Zhang Dai was always glad that the cage he was in that day was not very large, nor was it the cage he entered alone, and an unknowing companion helped him. Otherwise, he may really be stuck there, answering the sentence of the gods' condemnation: I can't die, and there is no place to be buried.
The person who helped him at that critical moment was surnamed Luo, from Yunfu, and also an outsider at the foot of Songyun Mountain. He was ordinary and unknown. After the cage was released, he didn't ask for anything, he said hello and left.
This unremarkable line of single-minded strength should have disappeared long ago. But after a thousand years, it became one of the major families of the judge, and the help of the Zhang family is indispensable.
Therefore, people later said that Zhang Dai, the ancestor of the Zhang family, reciprocated with gratitude and great kindness. Even the members of the Luo family think so, and they often feel emotional about it.
Today, they only got a glimpse of the truth of the year.
Zhang Dai disappeared for a few days after being released from the cage without a trace. No one knows where he went and what he did.
It wasn't until now that he was holding the door of life when he was heard, and he squeezed out a sentence from his blood-filled throat: "I... I went to that mountain col."
He sneaked up to the col once again, and tried his best to get through the fog and get closer to the center.
As he wished, the dust was not there, there was only an empty house and a quiet lake.
It was extremely cold in the mountains that day, and a thin layer of ice formed on the lake. A few water birds landed on the ice lightly, making a very light cracking sound.
At first glance, the lake looks ordinary. But he knew that Chen Dao was here.
He didn't know exactly what the formation was, but it was nothing more than to promote cultivation, gain supplements, etc. Maybe the body of a half-immortal had to come from here.
So he jumped into the middle of the lake.
The mountains and lakes in that season should have been freezing to the bone, but Zhang Dai occasionally recalled that scene. He never remembered how cold the water was or how painful his body was. He only remembered the ecstasy at that moment—
The magic circle roared, and the black mist that was wrapped around him in the cage, unable to digest and unable to bear, was washed into the lake with his divine condemnation.
The black mist is like a giant snake with countless heads and necks, and the imprint of divine condemnation is the pale gold pattern wrapped around the snake, densely intertwined and described as terrifying.
As soon as they touched the bottom of the formation, they went crazy, desperately rushing towards the center of the formation.
It was but a moment.
In an instant, the lake water turned into a sea of mist and darkness. In an instant, the imprint of divine condemnation on his body faded by half.
At that time, Zhang Dai was so ecstatic that he could not wait to peel off the remaining marks and throw them directly into the lake.
But the next moment he changed his face.
When the scourge of heaven was on him, every night a hundred ghosts devoured his heart, causing him to feel restless. Now that the curse was washed into the lake by him, how could he settle down
All of a sudden, thousands of ghosts burst into tears in the formation, all the tits were startled, and there were hundreds of them, and they dissipated in an instant.
The few waterbirds resting by the lake just flapped their wings before being submerged by the black mist, withered and withered in an instant.
Zhang Dai didn't care about the rest of the scourge, and crawled out of the lake.
The scourge was constantly stirring, and the black fog was like a giant wave of the sea, rushing out from the mountain.
Zhang Dai almost rolled down the mountain. He climbed up and turned around. He saw the black mountains and plains, with floating pale golden marks rushing in all directions, heading towards the mountain road, the post station, the village and the gatehouse...
There are countless people in those places, unaware of the impending catastrophe.
He might be in trouble, Zhang Dai thought.
But the black fog was pressing behind him, and he only had time to take a quick glance at those places, then opened a burst of doors and escaped.
It was the Youshi of that day, and the twilight was heavy, and I don't know which monk from a mountain temple just rang the bell for the first time.
The dust is not a big cage somewhere thousands of miles away.
When the bell sounded vaguely, the phantom in the cage was about to disperse, and he accepted all the innumerable dust.
He was about to cultivate when he saw the golden-winged Dapeng with his wings on the ground, and handed over the paper that Zhang Gang received: "It's from the big and small summons."
Before I unfolded the folded note, I saw a few strokes on the paper. I drew mountains and trees, and I also clicked on two connected ink balls, one large and one small.
Lao Mao stretched his head to look but didn't understand it, pointed at Mo Tuan and asked, "What are the two girls playing with?"
"Can't you see?" Chen Dao closed the paper and smiled: "There is a snowman growing on the tree."
"Ah?" Lao Mao blinked his black pea eyes, and immediately said "oh"—
It's time to smell Songyun Mountain.
"Then let's..." Lao Mao asked.
Chen Dao glanced at the black mist entwined between his fingers, and said, "I have sent these, and I will go back to the mountain first."
He put out the returned paper, and left a joke for Xiaozhao, saying: Coax him to cook a pot of tea for me, and you two should watch someone, after all, the snowdrifts, don't melt.
This place is in the south and Songyun Mountain is in the north, more than three thousand miles apart.
Ordinary people have to walk for a long time even with a car and a horse. For them, it is very fast, and it is just a lot of effort to open a door. When you leave, you can reach the top of the mountain in three minutes at most, just enough to make a pot of tea.
This was an uncommon moment in decades, but Lao Mao's eyelids suddenly jumped up, and he was inexplicably flustered.
He heard the distant mountain bell strike a second time, "dang". Just as he was about to open his mouth, he saw that the white jade bells hanging on Chenbuya's waist clapped lightly, and there was no wind and trembling.
For a moment, both of their master puppets were stunned.
Then, Toba's phantom, covered in hair, exploded. Because he knew that the white jade bell was connected to the formation in the Col, and easily would not ring at all.
Once it rings, it's a big deal.
He saw Chen Dao holding the jade bell and closing his eyes, because of the connection between the puppet and the puppet master, he followed Chen Dao to witness the scene of the black fog raging around the mountain-
Soldiers and horses are in chaos, and there are sorrows everywhere.
The living thing was like a dry branch that was sucked dry, and it became withered and withered at the moment of being wrapped in the black mist, and fell to the ground.
The screams were mixed with the chirping of chickens and the barking of dogs. There were people fleeing everywhere, and children from unknown families stood bewildered on the field road, crying with their mouths open. And the black mist that swept down like a tsunami was just behind him, as close as possible.
Lao Mao even forgot that this was just a virtual scene he saw thousands of miles away. The giant wings opened in an instant, as if to protect those people from the catastrophic disaster.
The scene at that moment was very realistic.
He seemed to feel that the hurricane lifted all his wings, the black mist covered the sky and the sun was coming, and the black and gilt wings were about to collide—
Lao Mao narrowed his eyes, but did not wait for the expected shock.
…
The black mist stopped in front of the tip of the nose, and the faint golden mark floating on the thick black surface almost touched him, but it didn't really touch him.
Those scenes were reflected in his pupils, and in an instant it stretched like a hundred years—
He saw that the black fog that caused the disaster suddenly retreated at a rapid speed, like a huge wave sucking back, going back and forth from where it came from.
The black fog came from the mountains, and the formation's eyes were not dusty.
Disasters will not dissipate for no reason, and the situation will not be reversed in vain. It is the dust that brought back all those rushing and scattered at the critical moment.
This is the fastest way, and the only one at the moment.
Because apart from the dust, there is no other person here who can suppress such a monstrous disaster.
So Lao Mao was happy at first and heaved a sigh of relief.
There are hundreds of thousands of mortal relationships that have been cultivated and transformed, and this one just now is just one of them. Difficulty is difficult, but it doesn't hurt at all.
But the next moment he froze.
He remembered what that faintly floating pale golden mark was...
That's damnation...
The bell of the mountain temple struck a third time, which was but a moment in the long world.
In an instant, the world turned upside down.
They couldn't drink the pot of tea cooked on Songyun Mountain.
***
At that time, Zhong Si led a horse into Chengguan from a hundred miles away.
It was the end of the year, and sacrifices to the gods were everywhere. The curfew was lifted in the city, and La City was booming as soon as it was set up, with a long string of lanterns hanging all over the city. The mask of the sacrifice to the god hangs on the high pole, which is three-fold similar to the one that Chen Buoyue wears down the mountain.
When he received Bu Ning's biography, he was stopping in front of a certain stall to pick out rare things, and that pot of special stone chess pieces was going to be given to Bu Ning.
But when he unfolded the golden paper, the chess pieces were turned over.
He slapped the horse rope on the chest of the street vendor, and hurriedly said "Send you off", then turned around and walked to the back of the city wall. Before he even got out of the city, he opened a series of doors, leading to the place where the dust could not be found.
He fell to the ground at the end and was speechless.
He went up to Songyun Mountain when he was less than 5 years old, and went down the mountain in the year of the crown. He has been in the cage and sent countless people. It wasn't until he saw Master that day that he knew that there were so many fates in the world...
There are so many gathered together that they can't see the edge, so many that they can turn thousands of mountains and forests into purgatory, pull cyclists into the dirt, and go from being respected by everyone to being avoided like snakes and scorpions.
So much... He felt as if he had not learned anything in more than ten years. Otherwise, how could he have spent everything, and he couldn't reduce the karmic relationship on the master's body.
The transmitted letterhead could no longer fly, and the talisman paper shrank into ashes in the black mist before it took shape, and fell into the already scorched grass. And Bu Ning's array of stones was crushed to a fine powder and caught in the wind.
He doesn't care about anything.
I don't know who came and who left, who hasn't received the news yet, and who has joined the battle. He only tried almost mechanically all the methods he knew, then turned his head back in the mud, dust and sticky wet mist.
He said something to whom, and seemed to give a wry smile, which seemed as usual at first glance. But he didn't even know what he was talking about.
Only after a long time, I heard Bu Ning's hoarse answer behind him.
Bu Ning said, "...Master taught me a kind of formation."
That sentence was actually very light, so light that Bu Ning might not want to say it at all, but Zhong Si heard it. Even if everything that happened that day was blurred like a dream, he still remembered that sentence.
He stared at Bu Ning's bloodless face: "Which day did you teach, what formation?"
Bu Ning replied, "Before going down the mountain... the seal formation."
It was the last thing that Chen Dao had taught him, and it was different from any formation he had taught before. That burst of eyes fell on the door of death, leaving almost no room.
Bu Ning said at the time: "Master, this battle is too fierce, I'm afraid I won't be able to use it in my life."
Chen Buohui said, "That's a good thing."
But he looked at Bu Ning after a long time and added: "Didn't I like to keep some for later since I was a child, just think this is the one I gave you."
"Master is not afraid that I use the wrong time?"
"You are gifted with spiritual skills, and it's easy to understand. When you need to use it, you will know."
Master is right, he really knows when it should be used.
But he would rather not be psychic, not know.
At that moment, he even thought that when he was about to descend the mountain, he suddenly decided to teach him this formation. Did he expect to see something...
Zhong Si used to squat on the high rock in front of the exercise platform, and shook his index finger in a daze, saying: "It is said that Master is proficient in all forms, spells, and puppets, and he has cultivated to the top, only the hexagrams are mediocre. But I always I don't think so-"
He always said that the master might be more talented than some nerd brothers. He had seen too many things earlier, and everything was in his hands, or he was too lazy to calculate.
Zhong Si himself is the latter, and the most frequently mentioned sentence on his lips is "the water goes on the boat, and you have to see, don't force to stay".
But that day, when he heard the word "seal", he said "no".
Descendants all say that the ancestor Zhong Si is less obsessive in love and has a free and easy life. But no one knows how many times he said "no" that day.
No one knew how red his eyes were when he finally had to take the first talisman paper on the seal formation.
In fact, he and Zhuang Ye would not have exhausted the spirits, because until the last moment, Chen Dao did everything possible to suppress everything that could be suppressed, and the Shuangfeng swords were all bent inward.
The reason why they were hit hard was because at the end of the seal, when their minds were blurred. They subconsciously turned the repression into a back-up protection, and then inherited a bit of the effect of the sealing formation.
It may be that the fog is too deep and the sea of blood is winding. They always remember that day was cloudy, stormy, gloomy, and the whole world was gray and black.
Actually not.
At the last moment before the sea of consciousness was blurred, Chen Chen raised his eyes and glanced at the sky, just like the countless eyes that once leaned against the door on the top of Songyun Mountain.
That day, the moon was like a hook and the stars were full of stars. It was a rare sunny night.
He seldom remembered days, but he remembered that it was the first day of the twelfth lunar month.
When the mortal households began to hang lanterns to worship the gods, it was the most lively. But he will remember that day was not because of these, but because of the first day of the twelfth lunar month more than 20 years ago, he brought back a person in a sea of corpses and blood.
The man said to him one day many years later: "People at the foot of the mountain often mention my birthday. Someone asked me that day, and I said that I was born on the first day of the twelfth lunar month."
In just a few words, it suddenly became a concern for the future.
In fact, that day, even if Wen Shi didn't go back to Songyun Mountain, Chen Dao had planned to visit him. After all, it is a birthday, one day a year, but only a few decades in a lifetime. How can I let that person live alone.
He wrote a note and said that he was going to go back.
However, the pine wind and the bright moon are three thousand miles away, and the sky is not allowed to return.