A total of seven people, including Shui Lanshao, Fu Tiansheng, Tang Qing, and Chu Yang, had their spirits damaged. What they have in common is that they have all been to the mountain where the stone statue is.
So Fuyao didn't bring any manpower, only Longtang, the ancestor Fantian, and three immortals came.
"I heard that this place used to be a cultural park, so the area is very large?"
Xiao Jin took her time and watched the scenery all the way. After walking for 20 minutes from the ancient town, she entered the gate of the Cultural Park. After walking for another 20 minutes, she still didn't see the stone statue, so she couldn't help asking.
"It is said to be a cultural park, but it is actually a mountain, and there are some buildings in it."
Pointing to the lush and rolling mountains, Fuyao said: "This mountain range is the largest in Xiaoxiang. It was called Meishan Mountain in ancient times. It borders Shaoyang in the south, Changde in the north, Yuanling in Huaihua in the west, and Yiyang and Ningxiang in the east. During the Republic of China, the government Change it to Xuefeng Mountain, of course we still call it Meishan. The so-called Meishan legal system spreads all over the place, and it was called Shidong in ancient times. Our place belongs to the core area, so it attracts the most attention."
"Oh I got it."
Xiao Jin nodded, and then asked, "How big is Meishan?"
"I don't know the details, but it's about 300 kilometers long and 100 kilometers wide, probably about the same. The main peak is called Su Baoding, between the Hongjiang River and the entrance of the cave." Long Tang said.
"Is it far from here?"
"It's more than two hundred kilometers... Sister, what are you asking for?" Long Tang was puzzled.
"It's okay, just ask casually."
Xiao Jin has a serious face, playing with the little golden ancient seal with her right hand, she looks like a fairy, it can't be seen that it is a funny comparison + sand sculpture.
The three of them walked for a while, and saw the upside-down stone statue from a distance.
Xiao Jin walked up to her, looked up, and began to search up and down, but found nothing. But she stood near the stone statue for a long time, her eyes closed, motionless, as if she was feeling something.
Afterwards, he opened his eyes, with light dancing in his eyes, and thought: "You guys bring some incense candles as a tribute."
"OK."
Fuyao quickly cast spells and took out many incense sticks and fruits.
"I'm afraid it's not enough. Are there any grains and six animals?" Xiao Jin shook her head.
"I'll get it!"
Long Tang fled, fled back to the town, and turned back after a while.
Five grains refer to: millet, millet, wheat, bean, and rice. The six animals refer to horses, cattle, sheep, dogs, chickens, and hogs (pigs). Now the five grains are hard to find, but just take five different grains.
Meishan attaches great importance to sacrifices and regards itself as the successor of Zhang Wulang, so the atmosphere is rich and tributes are always prepared.
Immediately, the two put on the heads of six animals that still smelled of blood, surrounded by grains, melons and fruits, and lit joss sticks. Fu Yao was puzzled and asked: "Sister, are you asking me to sacrifice?"
"That's right, we can do what we did in the past, the more grand the better."
"Well… "
The two had no choice but to obey and follow the most grand sacrificial standard in the clan.
Fuyao took out the book of talismans and a pair of woodblock prints. In the painting, there is an inverted deity with a bowl of water on his left foot, a burner of incense on his right foot, a chicken with his left hand facing down, a knife in his right hand, and crossed hands.
Long Tang caught another five live chickens, cut their necks and poured out five bowls of blood, which is called rewarding the five rampant soldiers.
Afterwards, Fuyao lit the talisman, held a Dharma knife in one hand, and rang a silver bell in the other, and said in her mouth: "For the ceremony of conversion of Zhiming, please turn over the altar Zhang Wulang, and the ancestor of Meishan descended to the Dharma field. To know the origin of Wulang, It is Dafutang in Qingzhou... Dalang can't fight immediately, Wulang can be strong...every household has a name, and there are flag guns in front of altars everywhere. Regardless of altars and temples, regardless of the teacher's way to the mandala. Disciples come to ask sincerely, but May Fantan Goro come personally... "
"puff!"
After reading, she exhaled a stream of fresh air, covering the burning talisman. With the sound of the talisman, the flames exploded several times, turning from red to blue, from green to purple, and finally the seven colors rotated, and the colors were colorful.
This is the standard sacrificial process, which means asking Zhang Wulang to descend to the earth to manifest his spirit.
The ancestors of Meishan have been doing it since before the spiritual energy recovered. After doing it for many years, the symbolic meaning is greater than the actual meaning. No one thought that Zhang Wulang could really manifest the spirit.
As a result, today, a breath of fresh air was sprayed out, and as the talisman was burned out, a mysterious wave suddenly gushed out from the void. Then I saw the candle flickering, and a gust of wind blew by, sweeping away all the grain and six livestock in an instant.
"This... Could it be that Goro has descended to the altar?" The two were dumbfounded.
"Don't move here, I'll go and have a look."
Xiao Jin's serious face broke in a second, revealing a familiar funny expression, and said with a smile: "You want to run away after eating? Leave it to me!"
She tossed the sky-shattering seal in her hand, and it turned like a spinning top, turning into a golden light and sinking into the void. The golden light seemed to break through an invisible opening, and she got in along the gap, but disappeared.
"..."
Long Tang and Fu Yao looked at each other in blank dismay, so they had to stay where they were and wait.
…
There is a huge gap between gods and gods, you can't compare Lao Gu with Zhang Wumeng, that's called bullying. Similarly, you can't compare Jiang Xiaojin with Fu Yao, that's even more called bullying.
As one of the four giants of Phoenix Mountain, he has been cultivating Taoism for more than 30 years, and all he has learned is the righteous method of Taoism, which is powerful and powerful. It's just a sand sculpture of personal temperament, and I haven't found the feeling of breakthrough yet.
This does not mean that she can be treated as an ordinary fairy.
It's like the 10th level of Qi Refining is perfect, but suddenly a strange person pops up at the 20th level of Qi Refining, hey, it's Jiang Xiaojin.
Her Fantian Seal was cast thirty years ago. After countless times of polishing and refining, it has become a piece of top-grade equipment that is no less than a Lingbao—basically, it has all the functions you can think of.
But at this moment, Fan Tian Yin broke through something like a space barrier, and Xiao Jin got in with it.
The surrounding environment changed instantly, nothingness and emptiness, darkness, no light, no sound, no living things. Only the Fantian Seal hung above her head, like a bright lamp, illuminating every inch of her body.
Xiao Jin let go of her divine sense, and said, "Is anyone there?"
"anyone here?"
"No one, I'm going to smash it!"
boom!
Several streaks of purple light danced at her fingertips, carrying a powerful destructive aura, ready to be released at any time. She seemed to feel that this person was less (er) good (bai) to provoke (wu), her breath changed suddenly, and a vague consciousness appeared in front of her.
"...you...you...who are you?" it communicated stumbled.
"Old Ancestor Fantian, have you heard?"
"..."
silence.
"..."
There was silence one after another.
Fantian Patriarch's slang words are not within the comprehension range of the other party at all, so he just said: "No, I don't know."
"Hmph, ignorant!"
Xiao Jin flicked her sleeves and asked, "What are you?"
"I, I am... I am..."
Whenever this issue is involved, the other party always loses control. This time was no exception, the breath suddenly became agitated, and the gentle fluctuations were incomparably violent, washing Xiao Jin's consciousness like a tide.
It doesn't mean to take the initiative to attack, at most it will hurt the innocent.
Xiao Jin was not as sluggish as Shui Lanshao, and the Fantian Seal turned suddenly, casting a protective barrier to block the shock. And she looked at the crazy man, and slapped her thigh suddenly, "Oh, I know who you are!"
"Um?"
The fluctuation stopped instantly, and the thing showed great eagerness, "I, who am I?"
"You are Zhang Wulang."
"Who is Zhang Wulang?"
"He is the son-in-law of the Supreme Lord. He took a daughter-in-law called Jiji. Later, in memory of his wife, he had to read a sentence when performing spells. Jiji is like a law!"
W! T! F!
If that thing had a face, it would definitely show a vivid emoji.
It is said that Zhang Wulang's life experience has always been a mystery, and it has never been possible to verify it. Some said he was from the Zhou Dynasty, others said he was from the Tang Dynasty or the Song Dynasty.
It is said that he was a scholar, who was selected as an official of the imperial court in the mid-term examination, and later learned martial arts to save his wife, and worshiped Lushan Dharma Master or Xuefeng Patriarch Bai as his teacher...
However, the most widely circulated life experience is that when he was twelve years old, he went to the Taishang Laojun to learn Taoism. Laojun has a daughter named Jiji, who is moved by her beauty when she sees her.
The old man forbade it and made all kinds of difficulties, but with Jiji's help, all dangers were saved.
In the end, he hurriedly eloped with Zhang Wulang and set up an altar under a big camphor tree to study the Fa. He hurriedly taught him spells, and at the end of the practice, Zhang Wulang could use a hemp sieve to sweep the mandala with water, cut off his own head, turn a somersault and then reconnect it.
Once, Zhang Wulang cut off his head and turned somersault to pick it up, but was stopped by a woman to ask for water.
Although I don't understand, why does turning the head upside down turn into an upside down? Shouldn't the head grow on the penis, so it's called reverse
Of course, this is not the point, the point is the following: Since Zhang Wulang's spells were taught in a hurry, and the Meishan legal system has a huge influence, so the gods are asked to recite the mantra, and the last sentence is basically "urgent as a law!"
Fuck, what kind of sand sculpture legend is this? It's even more sand sculpture than Dong Yong and Niu Lang peeking at the fairy bathing, stealing clothes and refusing to give them to them, forcing others to marry them! ! !
"Hahaha!"
Xiao Jin felt the other party's bewilderment and despair, and laughed more and more.
She didn't think at all that there really was a monk Zhang Wulang in history.
He is the lord of Meishan, and his godhead is the "lord of soldiers" who can launch rampant troops. His image contains obvious shadows of Chi You and Panhu, and he is probably a god made by combining various prototypes and legends.
Of course, the thing on the opposite side didn't understand her smile, and after being confused, only anger remained.
"Roar!"
"Roar!"
In the weird space, breath gushed out suddenly, the wind howled, and waves of spiritual power impacted the Heaven-shattering Seal. The Fantian Seal is as solid as gold, and it doesn't move at all.
Xiao Jin stood behind her, restrained her smile, and her eyes were beating with unusual brilliance.
Ten white and slender fingers were intertwined, forming an extremely cumbersome finger art, which was overwhelming without the thunder of the gods. Instead, streaks of purple light spread out at the fingertips, forming a complicated seal.
"Tian Tian Yin!"
She cleared her mouth, and the ancient seal immediately fell down, pressing against the talisman in the void.
boom!
The combination of the two is like a seal on the imperial edict, and the light is shining in an instant, and the air is rolling.
She pushed with both palms, "Go!"
boom! The sigil composed of divine thunder flew out, completely covering the thing.
"Roar! Roar!"
The wind blew harder and howled harder, and the thing struggled and seemed to be in great pain.
But Xiao Jin clearly felt that there was a protective film like a placenta, which was gradually fading away, gradually revealing its original appearance.
After an unknown amount of time, the radiance of the talisman almost dissipated, and the thing stopped struggling, like a phoenix buried in ashes and about to be reborn from the ashes.
Xiao Jin was also very excited, and waved her small hand, "Come out, Pikachu!"