The sound of the ancient bell was thick and heavy, and it carried the wind of heaven and earth, and the sound shook the mountains and rivers.
Those who heard it only felt that it was pitch black before their eyes and their minds were full of blanks. It was as if someone knocked on the thin bone from the back of the head, opening a cold hole, and the whole body's muscles and veins were drawn away from the hole, leaving only a light and tingling feeling.
When the blackness in front of them faded away, they realized that they had fallen to the ground, crooked or kneeled.
Some people naturally reject this feeling of being in control—
The head of the Lin family in Changle is stubborn by nature, and under strong support, he once again pulled up the puppet line! The purple-gold giant beasts came from the four directions, raising the sand and stones all over the sky, and the ground trembled every time it took a step.
The roars of those giant beasts clearly penetrated the sky and fell into the ears of everyone, but they were blocked by the sound of the ancient bell, which seemed dull and dull.
He gritted his teeth and was about to break through the barrier with force when someone grabbed him!
It is Wu family Wu Yin who holds him.
"Don't mess around!"
"Let go!" The head of the Lin family was a little younger, and he forgot his respect at this moment.
Just as he was about to move again, Wu Yin grabbed his puppet line! In an instant, as if a sharp blade had cut through the flesh, the smell of blood came out instantly. Wu Yin completely ignored the blood and shouted, "Didn't you find that the pain of breaking the battle is gone?!"
"What..." The Lin family's head was stunned for a moment, and was shocked to realize that this was true!
A moment ago, he was still suffering from severe pain because he was attacked by the big formation. Now there is no other pain except for the numbness and weakness all over the body and the inability to stand up...
Just after the ancient bells rang into my head.
Not only him, but others also suddenly realized this!
They still have five senses embolism. The brain is numb, the muscles and bones are soft, any sound in my ears is like a mountain and a sea, and the scene in front of me is blurry. They looked up in a daze, and saw that the young puppet master was dragging the entire formation with ten fingers, with a sharp and straight outline. And the man behind him was wrapped in Sanskrit, and his face could not be seen clearly.
Just for a moment, they seemed to see a vague figure under the alternating Sanskrit and golden light.
The figure was covered in red robes, with a few pieces of white on the hem of the robe. It was blown violently by the gust of wind. It was supposed to be fiery and chilling, but it gave people a feeling of clearness in the mountains.
"That is… "
The crowd looked blank and forgot to speak.
They couldn't see the face of the figure at all, and they had never seen similar people in their memory, but at the moment they saw it, the same thought flashed through tacitly.
But before that thought settled down, another heavy bell sounded in their minds!
In the lingering voice, they also heard countless human voices.
At first it sounded like a chaotic and noisy murmur, but after listening carefully, I realized that it was rhythmic, as if thousands of people were sitting around in their heads, humming inaudible Sanskrit sounds to them.
***
I heard those voices when I smelled it.
Between his fingers are puppet lines that can be compared to swords and sharp blades, stretched straight, and strong spirits pour out along those lines accompanied by Sanskrit. The back of his hand was covered with Xie Wen's palm, and the back of his shoulder was against Xie Wen's chest.
He suddenly remembered that he had just started learning puppet arts when he was young. The body is thin and small, but the spirit is much stronger than his peers. So often the puppet line goes out, the direction is accurate, but the force is too much. Obviously he was controlling the line, but it became the line pulling him.
Golden-winged Dapeng was beside him like a ball with wings fluttering, and he was staggered by the line in the chirping sound of the ball.
In the end, that person always bent down, pressed his shoulder with one hand, and held a puppet string for him with the other, laughing at him along the way.
It is obviously a similar posture, but after a thousand years, it has a completely different meaning.
In the past, he had to lift his face to see the other's thin chin, but now he can see the other's eyebrows and profile with a slight tilt of his head. Like a hug coming from behind.
He moved his lips when he smelled: "Is it... a rebirth mantra?"
He heard the Sanskrit sounds clearly, and the rhythm was five-pointed like the rebirth mantra often recited by human monks. This was the only thing he knew a little bit about in Sanskrit, and he had flipped through a similar book in a dusty room. Later, when I went down the mountain and walked through the forest and crossed the alley to release the cage, I had seen it copied and heard it read, but I was not familiar with it.
There was a folk saying that when a person dies, he invites eighteen monks to recite it twenty-one times day and night. As long as his heart is sincere, he can leave a mark of blessing on the person who is leaving.
This is not within the scope of the judge's work, and I have never seen such a person when I heard it, so I listened to it and didn't pay much attention.
It was only now that he watched those strange Sanskrit words flow out from between his and Xie Wen's intertwined fingers, and listened to the half-familiar rhythm in his mind, before he remembered that gossip again.
In the end, Xie Wen replied, "It's almost the same, but it's the other way around."
After he finished speaking, he paused and added: "It's just a virtual sound, it can't be eliminated, but it doesn't hinder anything."
He was stunned for a moment when he smelled it, and his face suddenly changed—
The opposite of the rebirth mantra is to never enter reincarnation.
It's hard not to think of the effect of the seal formation on dust, and it will never enter reincarnation.
When he smelled it, he suddenly remembered the Sanskrit text from the profile of Xie Wenling's face to his heart. He had seen it a few times before, only to think that the mark was strange, and he couldn't recognize a single word.
Now I finally understand that it is not a normal Sanskrit script, it is a twisted and reversed rebirth mantra. Just like the handwriting wrapped around the puppet thread at the moment.
If there is some truth to the words circulating in the world, some blessings can be recited dozens of times with sincerity and can leave a mark on people.
So... what about the curse
What about the phrase "don't die well" that I don't know how many people have said in a thousand years
Those who remain in this person's spirit for so many years, from now to heart, have not stopped for so many years. It was even engraved in the spiritual power, and what he did, he carried the traces of these Sanskrit characters.
This time I heard the Sanskrit in my head again, and when I heard it, I only felt that my heart was being gripped fiercely, and I was pulling back and forth on it with the dullest rusty knife.
Maybe his face was too ugly and his fingers were too cold.
Xie Wen tightened the dry hand holding his shoulder, and said, "Don't think about it, what I just said was just a phantom—"
"Can you hear it?" Wen Shi suddenly asked.
"Huh?" Xie Wen froze for a moment and looked at him.
"Those voices... do you usually hear them?" Wen Shi asked him with frowning and pale lips.
Thanks for asking this.
He thought for a moment, then said softly, "Occasionally, it's not as annoying as you think."
After being silent for two seconds, he smiled lightly in his ear when he heard it, and said, "There may be more of another kind than this."
"what?"
"I can't hear clearly, it's always vague and dull. But I like to hear it." Xie asked, "I thought at the time that someone should be worshipping me. In those chanting voices, it seemed too special."
Although the voice is not much heavier than the wind, it is not clear at all. But he knew who it was as soon as he heard it.
Who else would be so awkward, worship him every day and never speak? Only the person he was most worried about.
He pursed his lips when he smelled it, his face didn't improve much because of this, and his eyes were still full of those dense Sanskrit words. Until he felt Xie Wen lowered his head slightly, his posture was closer, his chin almost touched his shoulder, and his face almost touched his.
He heard the other person's deep voice as gentle as the wind, and said, "You have seen my spirit, and you must have seen those Sanskrit characters."
His voice was dry and hoarse when he heard it, and he made a sound of "um".
"Do you know why it stops at the heart?"
"why?"
"Because good words also have a mark." Xie asked, "The person who worshipped me stopped me."
With his dry fingers, he tapped the position of Wen Shi's heart and said, "You are here with me, helping me stop those things."
"So don't be sad, and don't be distracted—" At the moment when the voice fell, Xie Wen covered Wen Shi's hand and clasped his five fingers together, as if he had taught him everything by hand.
The curved knuckles pulled the puppet line, and in an instant, the four wild mountains and rivers shook.
Like countless winds from the ground roaring through the mountains and fields! The sound completely overshadowed the rushing giant puppet beast, passed through the disturbing scriptures, tore apart the layers of barriers, and rushed straight to the sky.
Countless wind blades surged out from around the puppet line and landed on the ground. The loess splashed and the sand rolled, and the cracks and ravines that rushed out were bottomless, cutting the layout of the big array into pieces.
***
Hundreds of explosions sounded at the same time where the formation eye was located.
The huge impact force came from the ground, causing the entire ground to burst open while cracks appeared, like an abyss giant lotus from Huangquan.
Zhang Zhengchu assembled the eighteen stone formations that the spirits and gods of the hundred schools of thought were firmly pressed into the ground, and thus they were completely exposed.
There were more than a dozen filaments on the stick that he was holding tightly, exuding silver light, and they were all implicated in the formation stones. And there are countless veins extending under the stone array, like the rhizomes of a towering giant tree.
The veins extending from the eighteen stone formations are intertwined and stretched out in the direction where Xie Wen and Wen Shi came from, like a poisonous snake opening its huge mouth and spitting out greedy letters.
If the previous patriarchs still couldn't figure out the difference between this spiritual raising formation and the common spiritual raising formation, now Wen Shi and Xie Wen directly turned the earth upside down and cut out countless abyss gaps, the difference is clear at a glance.
The "poisonous snake" is facing the person who offers the spirit.
The one who received the confession was obviously Zhang Zhengchu himself in the center of the formation.
There was an uproar all around.
Many people murmured in disbelief: "Elder Zhang, you—"
At this time, Zhang Zhengchu turned his back to the crowd and could no longer hear their words.
Before that, all his plans were actually cautious and restrained—
When the Spirit Raising Array was first deployed, it could not be changed. There were so many Patriarchs present, and there were some who didn't believe him. He has to wait for a suitable time to distract the attention of others, and quietly change the place of the underground formations across the ground. As long as you move three inches, three feet and three centimeters, and change the orientation, the old-fashioned spiritual formation will become.
He didn't even plan to do it at first. Instead, he should respectfully invite Ancestor Bu Ning out first, and then find out his state, and then lead the resurrection of the ancestor to sorcery, which arouses the doubts of the other patriarchs about the ancestor.
That's about half of it. Even if there is something unusual about the Spirit Raising Array at this time, everyone's doubts will fall on Ancestor Bu Ning, not him.
At this time, he started again, and quietly sucked the spirit of the ancestors through the spirit raising array, and everything was easy to explain: the ancestors suddenly became weak, and he could be said to be temporarily detained in order to prevent the sorcerer from harming others. Even if the spiritual aspect is damaged and dissipated, it can be said to be the result of the backlash of sorcery.
Taking ten thousand steps back, even if he exposed his true nature in the process of sucking the spirit, he couldn't stop, and accidentally involved one or two unfortunate people, causing them to deplete and dissipate the spirit, then it can be said that Caused by the remnants of the ancestor's sorcery.
He really didn't intend to make it so ugly...
It's only because of his bad luck that he met the person he shouldn't have met. So all the caution and pretense becomes ridiculous and unnecessary.
Then just forget it!
***
Zhang Zhengchu immediately raised his cane and slammed it on the ground!
The "giant snake" that had originally turned towards Xie Wen, Wen Shi, Zhou Xu and the others suddenly turned and turned into a hundred or ten long pythons, carrying the sand and electric light from the ground, and rushed towards the other patriarchs above the formation.
This is already bright and undisguised!
On the other hand, Zhang Zhengchu rolled his eyes, and his neck twisted a few times in a strange posture, as if something strange was hidden in his body, and he was about to move, wanting to burst out.
The closest to him is Wu Yin, the head of the Wu family.
She threw out more than a dozen spells from the sleeve, and the yellow paper flew out with firelight, burning a huge wall of fire in the air, blocking the long python's head.
But that long python was originally the result of Zhang Zhengchu's gathering of hundreds of spirits and gods, and her own "credit", it was impossible to completely block it with the firewall alone.
The long python only paused for a moment, then burst out of the fire and arrived in front of Wu Yin in the blink of an eye.
The huge mouth opened wide, and he spit out the letter with a "hiss".
When the hurricane hit her face, Wu Yin felt that her spirit was shaken. It was like someone was holding a long whip with Jiuxiao thunder and lightning and slammed it down at her!
She closed her eyes subconsciously.
She thought that she would be the first victim after Zhang Zhengchu's evil transformation, but she heard the "hiss" of the long python, but instead heard some kind of explosion—
That is the puppet line torn apart and the long wind is coming!
Wu Yin suddenly opened her eyes.
The sight she saw in that half second will probably be remembered for a lifetime.
She saw a lightning bolt big enough to fill the entire sky, breaking through the sky and covering the dome above the wilderness.
She narrowed her eyelids, and suddenly realized with hindsight that it was not lightning, but the cracks that filled the entire array instantly under the storm of the puppet master.
Immediately afterwards, she heard the sound of the collapse of the large formation.
The eighteen central formation stones under the eyes of the formation, and the hundreds of formation stones laid out on the edge of the big formation, all exploded at that moment, shattering into the finest ash in the air. Swept away by the gust of wind, it vanished.
And the long python that the snake letter almost licked her cheek, when the great formation collapsed, it was like someone grabbed the snake's tail and pulled it back with a thousand strength.
Not only this one, the hundred and ten long pythons transformed by the spirit gods were all frozen in the wind at the moment when they were about to devour the spirit, and then they were suddenly pulled away.
Everyone looked up in shock, the young puppet master stood in the center of the big formation with a cold face, and the Bafang puppet line was retracted when the big formation collapsed, and happened to bind the hundred and ten long pythons.
Seeing that he was holding the puppet line with both hands, the long pythons that were madly twisting and wreaking havoc under the sky were strangled by the intertwined puppet lines!
The long python exploded and died, and the spirit in the body was stained with the filthy aura of Zhang Zhengchu's body. In a state of chaos and no owner, this kind of thing is easily affected by the strength of different people's spirits and gods.
A group of Patriarchs watched in astonishment as those things went straight to the two who broke the formation, but were blocked by the two before they rushed in. When you think about that scene, it's actually quite ironic—
Some people work hard, even if they turn themselves into monsters, what they want to get, in the eyes of others, it is like the miscellaneous wind coming through the hall, or the rain that suddenly falls, and they lift their hands so lightly and sweep them away. .
So in the next moment, those spirit gods came in the opposite direction and rushed back to the various patriarchs.
Before they could breathe a sigh of relief, someone exclaimed.
"No, Mr. Zhang he-"
The exclaimed people couldn't react in time and forgot to change their names, but no one cares about these at this moment.
They only saw the place where Zhang Zhengchu's feet were standing, and quickly spread out a black mass!
At first glance, it looks like water or blood flowing under the night, and the color is extremely dark against the ground. But in the blink of an eye, they realized that it was not water or blood, but black mist.
This is what the people present are most familiar with, the resentment that they need to resolve when they are released.
All judges know that when the black fog is so thick that they can't dissolve it, it will be corrosive, and the vegetation will be withered and all living beings will be destroyed.
So when the black mass suddenly spread out like a swamp, everyone's first reaction was to retreat a few feet.
Then they saw the man who had been the head of the Zhang family for decades, collapsed in the swamp formed by the black mist, he twisted his neck, stretched to a length that ordinary people could not reach, and his hands and feet twisted in the sound of "click". Folded a few times and propped up on the ground.
The surroundings were suddenly silent.
Whether it is the head of each family or the people in the Zhang family who stayed here, almost all of them looked there with horror on their faces. No one can believe their eyes...
"my God… "
Before the head of the Lin family could stand up, he felt extremely nauseated at first, and then fell back and retched a few times. The Yang family was also full of disgust, as if they were looking at something filthy.
Mr. Luo of the Yunfu Luo family was deceived the most by Zhang Zhengchu, and spent the most for this spiritual formation. His face was almost the same color as his beard and hair. Looking at the inhuman and ghostly things in the dark fog, he opened his mouth and said blankly, "This is... this is... "
He "it is" for a long time without saying a word, but Wu Yin frowned and came to a conclusion for him: "This is Hui Gu."
If before this, there are still a small number of people in each family who are unwilling to believe that they have been blind for decades, and they are still lucky, hoping that there is something strange and misunderstanding in this matter. Then when I saw this scene, that little hope disappeared.
The figure they have admired for decades is actually such a thing.
I don't know if it's funny or pathetic.
"I've known him since I was a child, how could this be?" Luo Lao said softly, "Why did you become Hui Gu..."
When the words "Hui Gu" fell again, Wu Yin called out "I've suffered", and then the others immediately realized something.
Hui Gu was born in a filthy place like the caged vortex. She climbed out of the ground and could also leave from the ground.
When they realized this, there was only one thought in everyone's mind—
not good! He's going to run!
They were not reckless and reckless people, but because they were hit too hard this night, they were all in a mess. When they were in a hurry to stop, they knew it was too late.
Fortunately, no one messed up.
When the head of the Lin family lowered his head to pull the puppet line, he heard a loud and clear roar coming from the sky, as if some giant object was soaring in the nine-day sky, passing through clouds and fields, carrying thousands of miles of rolling Lin Tao, draped in golden light.
Swooping down like a rushing meteor.
Like many people, he subconsciously wanted to look up.
But at the moment when he looked up, his sight was blocked by countless puppet lines. Then he heard someone shout in a cold voice, "Close your eyes if you don't want to be blind!"
The moment they closed their eyes, they felt a strong breath hitting the door.
Even through the eyelids, one could feel a huge figure covered in gold swept across his head, and the wind stirred up even the spirits.
Most of these patriarchs are talented people who have been in and out of the cage for decades, and they already have a set of methods to stabilize the spirit. A gust of wind alone can make them shake their spirits so much that they can be peeled off from their bodies... That's almost impossible.
From ancient times to the present, they have only heard of one thing that can do it by flapping its wings, and that is the Golden Winged Dapeng.
Legend has it that the wind lifted by the golden-winged Dapeng can shake the heart of the cage and the spirit of the living.
Legend has it that the wind cannot enter the eyes at all, and those who see it will be blinded.
For more than a thousand years, there have been people who have used the golden-winged Dapeng as a puppet from generation to generation.
So they never really took legends seriously. until this moment...
They thought while the spirit was being pulled, if the one in front of them was really the legendary golden-winged Dapeng, then... in their cognition, there was only one thing that could support it. position.
***
When half of the old hair was scorched and half of the gold swooped down from the Nine Heavens, he felt that the old man Zhang Zhengchu was about to die under his wings. Being fanned to death by the golden-winged Dapeng is considered to be the old thing taking advantage of it.
But just as he swept past with his giant wings, and even the black fog was about to be stirred up, a giant beast roared in and out, followed by twelve talismans in the direction of the twelve earthly branches. underground.
When he landed, there was still a fire, and it quickly burned into a circle, just enclosing Zhang Zhengchu in the circle.
The mere beast is just a little puppet. The ring of fire is nothing but a thing that goes out with one wing. These didn't interfere with Lao Mao at all. What really stopped him were the two figures who jumped into the circle.
It was none other than Zhang Yalin and Zhang Lan.
They woke up in the middle of the night and followed Wen Shi and Xie Wen downstairs. It should have entered the battle directly, but when entering the battle, the giant net pulled up by the puppet line when it was heard was blocked.
Zhang Yalin is a puppet master himself, and he knows too much how sharp and unapproachable the puppet line in the hands of a powerful enough puppet master is.
His puppet line can cut anything that suddenly approaches into bloody mud, let alone smell it.
What's more, in the middle of the way, the ancestors added a line, and they were directly rushed back dozens of feet.
If the puppet line is not closed for a moment, they will not be allowed to enter the battle for a moment. So one step later, one step later. When the entire formation was destroyed, the two ancestors received magical powers, and they saw with their own eyes the scene where their grandfather fell to the ground and turned into a monster.
Rao is Zhang Lan, who has claimed to be an aunt for more than 30 years, and was also shocked by that scene.
In fact, they have been very close to Zhang Zhengchu since they became adults. Occasionally have a meal together, are restrained and dull. They answered whatever Zhang Zhengchu asked, without any small talk.
Sometimes the sister and brother would talk about the scene when they were very young. At that time, Zhang Zhengchu was not so old and not so rigid. Once, he took them to practice in a mountain near his home, holding one in his hand and holding one in his arms. One.
Zhang Yalin was a little quieter at that time, not as lively as her sister. Halfway through the puppet practice, I lost my strength. I squatted by the lake and said I had a stomachache and wanted to rest for a while. Zhang Zhengchu didn't force him to practice anymore, but took the puppet line, caught a long worm from the forest, taught Zhang Yalin to tie it to the line, and let him sit by the river and fish for small fish. As a result, the fish was not caught, but the lake shrimp was caught, and his fingers were pinched, which made Zhang Lan laugh.
At that time, Zhang Zhengchu squeezed his fingers and said, "The puppet master is the most important hand."
Every time I talk about it, it's like a past life.
Sometimes they even suspect that this is not true, but that their sister and brother have the same mind and have a false dream together.
In fact, they haven't talked about these things for many years, but for some reason, when they saw Zhang Zhengchu crouching in the black fog and crawling like a big spider, they suddenly remembered those few past events.
So before they could react, they had thrown out the puppet and the spell and jumped to Zhang Zhengchu's side.
…
***
Accidents often happen in an instant.
The sudden appearance of Zhang Yalin and Zhang Lan made Lao Mao's wings temporarily deflected slightly, so the black mist was lifted very high in the wind, and then retreated back in the blink of an eye.
In just such a blink of an eye, Zhang Zhengchu suddenly clasped his hands and restrained Zhang Yalin, who was closest to him, turning his head and submerging into the ground like a real filthy creature.
then…
The golden-winged Dapeng let out another long whistle, circling in a circle and reaching the horizon again. Where the giant shadow passed, the billowing clouds were swept away by the gust of wind, and a few raindrops fell down, while the black mist on the ground that was thick like a swamp faded away with Zhang Zhengchu's escape, like a pool of ink. Finally got into the dirt.
"What about people?!"
After the wind dissipated, the heads of each family opened their eyes, only to see Zhang Lan standing there with a dazed expression.
Before Zhang Lan could speak, they heard someone walking over and said, "Sure enough, they ran away."
They heard the sound for a while, turned their faces silently, and raised their heads together with Zhang Lan, and saw the giant shadow of the golden-winged Dapeng flowing in the sky closing into a long shadow in the process of swooping, turning into a human shape, and falling in the smoke and dust Yu Xiewen followed behind him honestly.
Xie Wen, on the other hand, was the same as when he first arrived, his face was pale and sickly, and he was wrapped in a cold night. When he finished speaking, he coughed a few times, and glanced at the people in the four fields.
Nearly a hundred people are standing or paralyzed in this place...
No one spoke.