Shen Qiao asked a question before: Is there anything you can't let go of
When I heard it, I thought that what I couldn't let go of was the spirit. After thinking of some clips, I realized that what he couldn't let go was the place where his spirit formed a cage and guarded it.
Now he finally understood that he was actually waiting for someone to come home.
He cooked a pot of fragrant tea with the new snow that fell on the top of the mountain that year, and when the dust didn't come back, he only waited until the big and small Zhao withered in astonishment.
What he was waiting for was the man saying "I'm here to ask for tea", but what he really waited for was the sentence "Don't look back when you smell it" under the blood mist of the seal formation.
Before that day, the first day of the twelfth lunar month was his birthday.
After that day, life and death are the same day.
Everything is given by the person in front of him. This bastard should have suffered all the consequences of his own creation, and it would not be a pity to die! But he actually lived well for a thousand years.
Why
"Why do you..."
Zhang Daiyue's lips moved when he saw Wen Shi in the blurred vision, and said such a sentence softly.
I don't know why, compared to the man who was so angry just now, who was holding the door of his life and asked him, the sudden silence at this moment made him even more frightened, and it was a bit creepy.
That calm is like a layer of ice, thin and flat on top. You can see the madness under the ice, but you can't touch it.
It's as if the other person has already made a decision and you can't get him to change his mind anyway.
This feeling is more frightening than anything else.
Zhang Daiyue was really panicked at this moment, but Wen Shi no longer looked at him, just lowered his eyes, and drew a puppet line from his fingers.
call-
The puppet line cut through the gust of wind and fell on him.
Unlike the ones that had given him excruciating pain before, it was cold and light, sloping down from the right neck, around the area under the left shoulder near the heart.
Rumors say that when the ancestor heard the puppet thread, he never paid attention to the order of the wrapping. As long as those seemingly ordinary threads reached his hands, they seemed to extend from the spirit.
But this time is different.
Anyone who understands puppet art can understand at a glance that the starting point and the landing point of this puppet line are very particular.
"You—" The ancestor of the Zhang family couldn't move, and his eyes followed the line. When he spoke again, the voice had already started to tremble.
As soon as he said a word, the second puppet thread fell coldly, went around his left wrist, and wrapped it around the top of his forehead.
…
It's still a spiritual connection.
"What are you doing?" he said anxiously, "what exactly are you—"
The third puppet line also came.
Detours are still Guanqiao.
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Later generations commented on how powerful a puppet master was, and always looked at how many giant puppets he could control at the same time. It seems that puppets are the pinnacle of puppet art.
So that few people remembered later that the most fierce puppet technique had nothing to do with puppets, and only used threads. It is strangulation.
It is not the ordinary strangling of filth and ghosts of fantasy, but the strangling of spirits.
A stranger enters reincarnation with a spirit, which is the foundation and origin of everything. To strangle the spirit is to completely kill the person's chances of "living".
Also called Turin.
It will not let the spirit form dissipate in the loess, but let the spirit form be imprisoned in the most minute way, watching the torrent of the world roll forward in every corner, watching the living beings and all things live well, except Own.
The reason why people didn't remember it later was because it was too fierce and belonged to a forbidden technique. Maybe someone will, but never use it.
That's how it is when you smell it.
Counting today, this is the first time.
The puppet threads fell one by one, like guillotine knives touching the skin one by one.
The ancestors of the Zhang family kept swallowing blood with foam in their mouths. He stared at Wen Shi, from struggling to quibble to shaking like a sieve...
When the eighth puppet line fell, he finally couldn't stand it and collapsed completely.
"You can't—" his eyes were splitting. "You can't do this, you can't do this! You can't—"
Tu Ling needed a total of twelve puppet threads, and Wen Shi had already dropped the ninth thread when he went mad.
"I've seen it, I know it! Turing is a forbidden technique, a taboo!"
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tenth root.
"I have divine condemnation, and my divine condemnation has not been completely eliminated! I should enter reincarnation and continue to repay the debt, and I have to repay the debt of several lifetimes. You can't... You can't hang me here. This is a taboo, and it goes against the laws of heaven! you-"
He felt that the cold-eyed and taciturn man in front of him had gone crazy, and he didn't know how to stop it. The raging wind had become a vortex cage, and only he and Wen Shi were in the vortex cage.
He couldn't see anyone except when he smelled it.
The voices of people outside the wind vortex were faint and noisy. It seemed that many people kept trying to get close to them, but no one could get close to them.
Zhang Daiyue almost began to speak out of his mind: "Look at me, look at the scourge on me. This is the end of the fate, and you should know the most! Tu Ling will only be worse than changing his life. Fierce, you will be even more painful and tragic than I was at the beginning, and you will suffer ten times and a hundred times the backlash, you—"
By the end, his voice was so piercing as to scream.
When I heard it, I finally saw it in the scream.
His skin was snow-white, and the blood in his eyes was bright red, but his expression was indifferent. He circled the eleventh puppet line and finally replied, "So what?"
The backlash is good, so what about the pain? Anything doesn't matter.
At this moment, all his senses and reason were empty, unable to touch the top or step to the bottom.
He felt the hysteria in the sealing formation again, but this time his face was cold.
Maybe even crazier.
It doesn't matter if you hurt the enemy by one thousand and lose three thousand, the big deal is divine condemnation...
The big deal is to carry a curse.
It's all over the dust, what's wrong with him
The gust of wind suddenly reached the top, and it became one with the emotions of the puppet master. The faint human voice was completely covered, and everything was shielded from the outside, even the hoarse shouts of the ancestors of the Zhang family in the wind vortex were like a mime.
He was determined.
Just when the last puppet line also fell out, the moment when the taboo was about to be completed, a hand finally broke into the wind, hooked the puppet line and retracted it, and then wrapped Wen Shi's fingers.
That hand was very cold, so cold that it almost did not have the body temperature of a living person, like a long, thin dry branch...
At the moment when he was held by the bag, Wen Shikongmang finally stepped on the ground.
"Wen Shi." Xie Wen's voice was extremely low and gentle, a tone he had never experienced before. He came after himself and fell on Wen Shi's ear, over and over again like a kind of comfort, "Smell Shi..."
"That's not how you reported it, be obedient."
When he heard his voice, Wen Shi pursed his bloodless lips tightly, and all the emotions that had been pressed under the thin ice came up and could no longer be contained.
It was very much like the moment when I was injured in a big cage when I was young and went up the mountain to go home.
His eyes were still very red, staring at a certain point in the void, and said with a bit of stubbornness: "The big taboo is the big taboo, I don't care."
"And me, I care." Xie Wenming, who finally broke the wind wall, stood behind him, but as if he knew what his expression and reaction would be, he stretched out his other hand to cover his sore eyes.
He still kept his eyes open in the dark, and slowly closed them after a long time.
Xie Wen felt a touch of warmth in the palm of his hand. He saw Wen Shi's Adam's apple sliding around his neck, and he heard the other person say in a hoarse voice, "... Heaven is not fair."
At that moment, he felt a mess in his heart.
He knows that when he hears it, he actually understands all kinds of laws, and understands that the twists and turns of the world are not such a straightforward comparison, sooner or later, but there are actually not less. Saying such words doesn't mean that, it's just a kind of vent after holding back for too long.
Just because I know it's venting, I feel more distressed.
After a long time, the wall of raging wind that even Xie Wen could not break slowly calmed down, and the surrounding voices finally came in, blurred and noisy.
The ancestor of the Zhang family thought he had a chance to turn around, seized the gap while struggling with the puppet thread that was already entangled in his body, and emphasized: "No one can strangle the spirit, no one can. Not to mention people... no one can, no one can—"
He was shaking his head and repeating it upside down when he heard Xie Wen suddenly say: "There is such a saying that when a person dies, ask the eighteen monks to recite it day and night. leave a mark of blessing."
The imprint can be deep or shallow, the shallow one will have one or two more blessings, and the deep one can guarantee a safe and long life.
Of course, it doesn't stop there.
"The mark is not necessarily good, and the person who recites it does not have to be a monk." Xie Wen said in a low voice, looking at Zhang Daiyue with no expression in his eyes.
He has always spoken with people to see fate. For some people, he even omits reprimands, and he won't say a word more. The ancestors of the Zhang family are one of them.
Right now, he is uncharacteristically, I don't know if it's because of the tide in his palm, or because there are more people and more old things behind it.
Zhang Daiyue was stunned for a moment, then grabbed the meaning of the words: "Why—"
He looked around, and outside the gradually receding wind wall, there were vaguely dark figures of the judges, "Do you want these people to recite to me together, wishing me retribution in the next life?"
His voice was like a bellows, and his laughter was hoarse and unpleasant: "No, it's useless... For a thousand years, they just kept reciting day and night, which is worth the great goodness and blessings that so many people have told me for a thousand years. ?"
"It can't be reached." Xie Wen actually responded, "Their words don't count."
The ancestor of the Zhang family was stunned again. He never understood the thoughts of the man in front of him, as if there was a gap between the sky and the earth. It was and still is.
But it doesn't matter, he just wants to live.
I can't live in this life, and there is another life.
His request is actually very simple, and he doesn't care about other things. And these people in front of them, even if they are talented, can't help him on this point.
There was nothing they could do, and that was enough to make him happy.
He was about to laugh when he heard Xie Wen say again: "You still have unresolved scourges on your body. Just one Liuzhuang, your creditors can't be counted. If other people's words are not counted, the creditors will be different. That's what you owe them."
Zhang Daiyue stared at him.
"I haven't taught you anything, so I don't know if you have heard a truth." Xie asked and paused.
Zhang Daiyue's lips trembled for a while, but he still couldn't hold back: "What's the point."
"No matter how many times there are reincarnations and how many rounds the world changes, those who you owe will always be around you. You can't avoid it, you can't avoid it, until the two are clear."
The ancestors of the Zhang family froze instantly.
At that moment, he was really startled, and subconsciously looked at the silhouettes outside the wind wall. Thinking of so many people coming and going around me, maybe some of them are the villagers of Liuzhuang thousands of years ago, and they are full of grievances and hatreds.
But he quickly persuaded himself, "If you have it, you will have it. Even if someone is my creditor, they don't know it themselves. After so many reincarnations, who still remembers?"
As soon as the voice fell, a slightly hoarse female voice was heard breaking through the wind wall: "I remember."
In just three words, Zhang Daiyue's blood disappeared.
"Who?!" he asked.
When the sand left the ground, he couldn't see the appearance of the man outside the wind wall, and he couldn't recognize the voice for a while.
"Me." The voice spoke again, this time reporting his name word by word, "Zhang Biling."
Zhang Daiyue was cold all over, as if a bucket of ice had been thrown down by someone.
"Impossible." He immediately said, "Impossible! You cheat me, you cheat me. How can you be from Liuzhuang, how can you remember those things?!"
Even Wen Shi was stunned for a moment, he grabbed the hand covering his eyes, turned his head to look at Xie Wen, and then looked at the figure again.
The wind wall finally fell completely, and the figure revealed its true face—it was indeed Zhang Biling.
Her hair was messy, her face was pale, and there were slight blue marks under her eyes, with a faint look of tiredness, but her eyes were extremely bright. It was the same as seeing her in the cage on Wangquan Road when she heard it, but it was not the same.
Zhang Biling looked at Zhang Daiyue, her hoarse voice was not high, but her words were clear: "Do you remember Zhang Wan? She helped me remember the past events, so I remember everything. I remember how old Liuzhuang was that night. Rain, I remember when the lightning struck down and the dogs in the village were barking. I remember when the mountain came down, I heard the sound and opened my eyes, but I couldn't see anything..."
How innocent they are, but they can't even hate, so they go on the road.
She hadn't had a full night's sleep in a long time. Ever since she remembered those things, in her dreams every night, she was almost always struggling in the rainstorm and the mountain village. But she didn't regret remembering those.
She always felt that maybe this was fate under God's will.
It happened that she remembered those things, so she would ask for a result on behalf of those people.
"I checked, and I heard that the scourge of God is close to the body, and the creditor is like another kind of heaven, and everything will be fulfilled." Zhang Biling said, "Then I will ask you for an unjust debt on behalf of the three hundred souls of Liuzhuang—"
The moment the solemn voice fell, the power of the sky was poured into the ancestors of the Zhang family, like a knife with a divine prophecy, engraved on his spiritual image word by word.
"I hope that all the sins you have committed will be returned to you. All the pain that is inflicted on people surrounds you day and night."
"The lifespan of the more than 300 people in Liuzhuang is all up to you. If one life is not enough, there will be two, three, and ten lives."
"If you don't pay it back for a day, you can't enter reincarnation for a day, and you can't get out of it for a day!"
These words are not long, but they seem to be strenuous. After Zhang Biling finished speaking, her eyes were red.
She pursed her lips and panted rapidly. After a long time, she let out a long sigh, and said in Zhang Daiyue's direction, "Maybe a thousand years will not be enough for you to pay it back..."
At that moment, the whole world seemed to stand still.
Then, the sky collapsed and the mountains and rivers collapsed. The cage caused by the ancestors of the Zhang family was completely shattered by the other party's frantic screams.
All kinds of stories from a thousand years ago emerged when the spiritual phase was torn apart, like countless broken mirrors reflecting countless past events.
Hundreds of descendants of the judge looked at the scene like a revolving lantern, and for the first time had a real glimpse of the year.
In those days, there were cyclists in the mountains, the red furnace reflecting the fire, the white stone and green moss.
They stood around in a circle, speechless for a long time.
Then I don't know who started, turned to Xie Wen, clasped his hands together and bowed in a long bow. Then, everyone turned to him and gave this great gift of master and apprentice.
They used what he taught, said the words he left in the old books, and did what he had done for a long time without asking Dong Xia, and they should worship him.
This prayer was a thousand years late, but it did not fall after all.
The author has something to say:
I saw in the comments that some readers mentioned that the name of the ancestors of the Zhang family was inappropriate. I was negligent in naming the name. I am very sorry. Let me tell you and change it to Zhang Daiyue~