Everyone knows that spirits have the sharpest perceptions, they can see things that ordinary people can't see, and they can smell things that ordinary people can't smell.
When the twelve spirits fell to the ground and knelt down, Zhang Lan actually understood.
She knew that these spirits must have smelled familiar spirits and recognized someone.
But it's still unbelievable.
She always felt that this was not true, that someone created a realistic illusion through the array and was playing a big joke with them.
She even wanted to touch the spirits and try the real and fake...
Then the aunt really touched it.
After touching her, she only felt a buzzing in her brain, as if someone was holding a heavy wood and slammed into the ancient bell, "dang" on the ground, and the soul shook—
The spirit that was touched did not feel anything. They just bowed their bodies and performed the most respectful ceremony in ancient times.
"I follow my Lord's will to guard the Songyun Mountains, and hope for a thousand years, and finally the gate will be opened. Today, I will greet the old man with a long salute in plain clothes."
The moment the voice fell, the rocks and trees scattered.
All the surrounding scenes, under the shattering and collapsing barrier, began to reorganize around the twelve spirits, and gradually pieced together another scene.
The moment a boulder slammed into the ground...
Zhang Lan let out a thud and knelt down.
Xia Qiao was still stunned, but was startled by her kneeling.
On the other hand, her younger brother Zhang Yalin was much better, although her expression was stunned, as if she was experiencing an earth-shattering dream. But no matter what, he always stood up straight. At this time, he saved half of the Zhang family's face.
The array of spirits is as tall as a mountain, and the pressure in a circle is too strong, and ordinary people can't bear it at all. Xia Qiao felt that his scalp was numb and his legs were weak.
He didn't dare to speak, but after looking at Zhang Lan several times, he still couldn't hold back, but his voice was very low, lest he would disturb those spirits: "Sister, what are you doing?"
Zhang Lan's voice was lighter than his, like sleepwalking: "It's okay, I'm tired from standing and kneeling."
Xia Qiao: "..."
Zhang Lan continued to murmur, "Don't call me sister, you're afraid."
Xia Qiao: "?"
Zhang Lan closed his eyes, then grabbed his hanging hand, his long nails almost digged into his flesh, and asked quietly, "Tell me the truth, what is your brother's last name..."
It really didn't make any sense, but she seemed to be looking for the final blow.
Xia Qiao glanced at Wen Shi, hesitated for a few seconds, and then slapped the blow on her Tianling cover: "The last name is Wen."
Zhang Lan was silent for a moment, then turned to grab his brother's hand again: "Did you hear? The last name is Wen..."
When she spoke, she dragged her brother and shook it. As a result, Zhang Yalin stared at Wen Shi's direction without turning around, and calmly replied "I heard it".
Then his straight body swayed twice, his knees bent, and he came down with a thud.
Xia Qiao: "..."
The master knelt down, and Xiao Hei next to him was of course obliged to take a big slap. Then there are three other puppets released by Zhang Yalin...
They knocked out an assembly line like dominoes, turned around, and flowed back to Xiaqiao.
Xiaoqiao looked left and right, there was no one standing near him. He hesitated for a few seconds before deciding to follow the crowd.
Lao Mao felt strange when he heard the voice, turned around and saw that all of them were kneeling behind him, including Xia Qiao's 250.
He originally heard Song Yunshan's words full of emotion, and even his eyes were a little hot. Now, it has been "thumped" by these melon skin juniors.
He looked around with a shy stomach, but couldn't hold back. He pointed at Zhang Yalin's neck and said quietly, "The amulet is exposed."
Zhang Yalin was still sleepwalking, and it took a few seconds for him to react, and then he looked down—
A clean black long rope hangs around his neck. The end of the rope is woven with a clever knot, and there is something hanging on the button, which is also called an amulet. The original name is...
Finger bones when smelling.
Not long ago, he had described in detail how he treated the bone.
To smell the time himself.
Zhang Yalin: "…"
For a few seconds, he felt like he was dead.
But before he died, he still maintained his integrity, his face was flushed and expressionless, he stuffed the "talisman" into the collar, blocking it tightly, and then instinctively countered Lao Mao: "You know what the surname Wen means. Who is he? Are you sure you and your boss are still standing like this?"
Lao Mao: "… "
He stood for a while with an inexpressible expression, and replied, "I think it's better for my boss not to kneel, otherwise the scene will be a bit difficult to handle."
Before Zhang Yalin and the others could react to what he meant, there was a loud "bang" around, the mountains and rocks were stacked, and the dust settled.
The place where everyone is located has become a stone cave, and the old old village surrounded by wooden fences has long disappeared, only the sound of gurgling water flowing from nowhere, and passing through here, I don’t know where it will flow.
The top of the cave is not airtight, there are large and small holes, and there are long and straight grooves connecting the holes. Clearly revealed - the entire roof of the cave is a complex star map.
On the ground of the stone cave, the ravines criss-crossed, neat and tidy, like a square chessboard.
Wen Shi used to be very familiar with this place. This is a stone cave in the back sun of Songyun Mountain, which is very secret.
Bu Ning discovered this place when he was less than ten years old, and regarded it as a nest. In his spare time, he liked to come here to meditate and meditate. He looked up at the holes that were as dense as the stars, and sat for a long time.
Sometimes he also pulls Wen Shi, Zhong Si or Zhuang Ye over, trying to point to the top of the cave or the ground and say something to them, but he doesn't always describe it clearly.
Later, when he was older, he rarely did this kind of thing again.
Only once, when he sat cross-legged for a long time listening to the sound of water flowing in the cave, he suddenly said to Wen Shi, "Master often said that he is not good at hexagrams and lacks the spiritual orifice that he was born with, so he never goes for divination. I don't think so, I often feel that if Master wants to see, he can see some things, but he himself has closed the spiritual sense."
Bu Ning and the others seldom talk behind their backs, even if it's just a small matter. Occasionally mentioned, but not deeply discussed. After chatting too much, they were a little panicked, as if they had done something offensive.
When I heard it, I knew this, so I just listened, but didn't ask any more questions. He just said to Bu Ning, "How about you?"
Bu Ning: "Me?"
When smelling: "How many have you seen?"
Bu Ning: "Some."
He was silent for a long time after speaking, and then said: "A drop in the ocean."
The cave used to be empty. Later, Bu Ning put a table in it, and sometimes he would write and draw on it, but no one could understand it.
Now, that desk case is gone, and something else—
On the chessboard on the ground are yin and yang fish drawn, and there are objects on each side of the yin and yang. From the outline, it seems that they are two life-size portraits, covered with white linen and wrapped in cobwebs.
Around the two statues, nearly a hundred boulders were divided into several piles and placed at the intersection. There are also five separate scattered in different positions, which are engraved with dense runes.
On the stone wall that the five round stones are pointing to, there are five portraits hanging respectively. Contrary to the white linen cloth covered with cobwebs, these five paintings are still as clean as new after thousands of years in the caves where sunlight is hard to see and damp.
On the right are Zhuang Ye and Zhong Si, and on the left are Bu Ning and Wen Shi.
There is another in the middle, wearing a snow-white tunic and a bright red mask, a long robe reaching the ground, and a complex and simple mask. Half god and half evil, half good and half evil, half life and half dead, symbolize this complex human world.
Zhang Lan and the others were kneeling between these portraits, in front of the Yin-Yang fish and the two figures covered in white linen.
When they saw the portrait in the middle, they suddenly opened their mouths and forgot to speak.
In their memory, the rumors they heard and the books they saw from childhood to adulthood would not contain pictures that were not dusty. When they mentioned it, they said that he was lonely and conceited. Rong Shiren always wears a mask whenever he goes down the mountain, and even the disciples outside the mountain have never seen him.
It is said that he entered the cage and released the cage and cultivated the grievances of the human world, just to make further progress in the body of a demigod. For this reason, he often exceeds his own carrying capacity, so he will end up in such a filthy end in the end.
It is said that he was entangled in karma at the end, and his suffocating energy was soaring to the sky, far beyond the level that other people could suppress. Almost all living things that approached him and touched him either decayed into dead bones, or were eroded and turbid, and became resentful. Full of evil.
Such a strong resentment can arouse the darkness in people's hearts, making people impulsive, irritable, lustful, and jealous. He couldn't hold himself down even when he was not dusty, he became like a ghost, like a devil. Wherever he went, the grass and trees were withered, and he was implicated in the scourge of many people, but he did not restrain himself.
It was said that his relatives exhausted their spirits when they sealed him, and they almost got a loophole in the back. In the end, it was only with the concerted efforts of the disciples outside the mountain led by the Zhang family that they were completely sealed.
Not long after the fall, those famous relatives disappeared one after another and became names in old stories. Bu Ning does not even have a direct disciple.
All of this is due to dust.
So... The dust known to future generations is not enough, there is no portrait, and no surname is nominated.
Everyone avoids it, and everyone fears it.
But they never thought that in the thousand-year-old formation built by Bu Ning, in the cave hidden by relatives and disciples, the dust-free portraits would look like this, even the half-god and half-ghost mask. There is a sense of purity that is not stained with dust, like the bright moon shining on the top of the cold mountain.
Just when Zhang Lan and the others were stunned, the twelve spirits kneeling in a circle stood up from the ground, and the wide sleeves like a mountain mist swept past, bringing the wind from nowhere.
The gust of wind seemed to have a spirit, blowing up the portrait on the stone wall.
All the judges who have been in the cage know that portraits are the easiest things to bring about.
Zhang Lan and the others watched Wen Shi's portrait suddenly fall off the wall and slanted down in the wind, just in front of Wen Shi.
He reached out and caught the scroll.
When the painting fell into his own hands, the spiritual fire rose from the bottom of the scroll and burned upwards all the way.
Everyone saw the old image of a thousand years ago on him, and saw him with his hair tied up, wearing a long coat like frost and snow, with a small pendant hanging around his waist, but the tassels were blue.
Seeing the silk-like long threads wrapped around his fingers, he was worried, clean and tangled. He saw a bird that looked like an eagle but not an eagle standing on his shoulders, with dead trees sprouting from the ground and blooming white plum blossoms beside him.
This is something in the Array Master Yu Nian, the afterimage left in the Array, there are the sun and the moon in the mountains, and the four seasons of the day and night.
Zhang Lan and Zhang Yalin saw it forgot to say, and it was not until the picture scroll spontaneously burned to ashes that they realized that they had just forgotten to breathe.
Just when they were about to let out a small breath, another painting on the wall moved.
This time, their eyes widened in silence.
Because the picture that was swept down by the wind was painted without dust.
The portrait has a spirit, and it is meant to be replaced by hanging in the array. Only when the Great Array is destroyed or the person it replaces comes here, will it fall off and self-destruct in this way, indicating that the thing is returned to its original owner.
For this reason, even if Zhang Lan and the others have not practiced the formation technique intensively, they can still produce seven or eight points.
And it is precisely because they can be pushed out that they will be shocked.
Dust can't be found here.
The patriarch himself, who later generations do not want to mention nor dare to mention, is here.
This knowledge caused the Zhang siblings' blood to flow backwards and their scalps to tingle.
If the eldest disciple of the Shen family is Wen Shi, then who is Chen Shi
Among these people, who else might be the one they avoid and fear...
Zhang Yalin turned her head sharply, so strong that she could almost hear the sound of the bones between her neck.
He probably never showed such amazed eyes in his life, staring at the person standing beside Wen Shi without blinking.
Zhang Lan slowed him down a step, and when he looked at the past, he was no longer surprised, but frightened.
She suddenly realized that the previous twelve arrays of spirits were kneeling, not only Wen Shi, but also the other person beside him.
She looked at Xie Wen like the first day she knew each other, and saw the portrait falling diagonally in the wind, heading straight for him.
And he stood in the mountain wind, as usual calm and indifferent.
He watched the painting come closer, was silent for a moment, and then reached out to catch it.
The sparks flickered on and off at the bottom of the reel, and they burned all the way up.
He put on the shadow of the past under the formation. Wearing a snow-white gown and a bright red burqa, just standing there simply made him look tall and lonely. It seems that the top of the head is the Hanhai Xinghe, and the foot is the cold cliff.
Behind him, there is the clear whistling of the golden-winged Dapeng, piercing the heavens and the earth.
It is indeed the bright moon shining on Matsuyama.
But the Zhang siblings are dying.
Puppets are naturally prone to bow their heads to stronger people. When the howling of the golden-winged Dapeng resounded in the mountains, all the four puppets released by Zhang Yalin fell to the ground.
This time their master didn't jump out and ask for anything, because his face was as pale as a corpse.
So far, God has not spared the siblings. When their spirits and spirits collapsed, a third painting fell on the wall.
This time it was Bu Ning himself who fell.
The painting fluttered, and instead of running towards someone present, it landed directly next to the figure covered in white linen.
Zhang Lan's mind was blank, and he rolled his eyes almost mechanically.
The wind brought by the spirits became stronger and passed through the holes, blowing away the entangled cobwebs and falling off the cloth covering the portrait.
Only at this moment did they discover that the stone statue was only under the white linen cloth on the left, and the one on the right... sitting back-to-back with the stone statue was sitting with his head crossed.
living people.
Zhang Lan and Zhang Ya stared at the living person's profile with their eyes straight.
A blast of thunder suddenly sounded in their blank minds, blowing their bodies to pieces and leaving their souls torn apart.
That living person was none other than the Zhou Xu they had been looking for.
And Bu Ning's portrait was silently burned to ashes at Zhou Xu's feet.
…
God may really not intend to let their sister and brother go back alive.