A certain mountain, inside a cave.
The air fluctuated like water ripples, and two figures appeared, a man and a woman, both unconsciously beaming with joy.
"That Zhang Shouyang was promoted to Immortal in his fifties, he is worthy of being the direct descendant of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, he can only be blamed for his contempt and carelessness, and finally fell into our hands!"
The man's handsome face showed a hint of sternness, and he said: "In the present world, Longhu Mountain is declining, and this one is the only one who can pass it on. If it can be wiped out, it will be of great benefit to the Celestial Master."
"Hmph, I only care about those few sword cultivators!" the woman said coldly.
"Don't worry, sooner or later you will have your revenge."
The man comforted him and said, "It's not too late, let's open the altar immediately!"
Saying that, the two walked in again, and there was a small three-story altar in the depths. The man first took out seven oil lamps and placed them on the third floor, then took out seven pale and pale talismans and pasted them on the second floor.
His lineage of Taoism is very good at the art of hating victory, and he is well-known in all dynasties.
It is described in "Fengshen Yanyi" that during the battle between the Shang and Zhou Dynasties, he taught Zhao Gongming to end, and Lu Ya defeated him with a nail-headed seven-arrow book.
This nail-headed seven-arrow book is the technique of disgusting victory, and its core is the method of curse. A grass man with the name of the enemy written on his body, a lamp on his head, a lamp on his feet, fighting with his feet, and burning the seals of the scriptures, praying three times a day until noon on the 21st.
The enemy's three souls and seven souls will be scattered. At this time, if you shoot an arrow at the grass man, if you shoot the enemy's body, the grass man will spurt blood.
Its advantage is that no one is aware of it, and Zhao Gongming did not notice the whole process of casting the spell. The disadvantage is that the reading time is too long, a full twenty-one days, and accidents are prone to occur.
This thing looks evil, but it is actually quite common. There are many similar ones collectively referred to as "grass man technique". For example, there is a method of going down Maoshan, shooting seven bamboo arrows in the stomach of a grass man, causing his intestines to be pierced and rotted, which is far less powerful.
But right now, the man went up to the third floor, first took out a mottled bronze mirror, and reached out to take it out. The mirror trembled like a lake, and unexpectedly picked out a thin strand of hair—it was Zhang Shouyang's hair.
Ordinary people have a normal metabolism, hair will fall off and replace naturally, and dandruff and the like will also occur. But the physical body of the immortal has long been in a state of leak-free, immortal for a thousand years, and finding a hair is as difficult as climbing the sky.
The man took advantage of Zhang Shouyang opening the altar to collect the rain and could not be distracted, so he used the Lingbao to pluck a hair.
This treasure is mysterious and unpredictable, and its movements are extremely small, making it difficult for others to detect it. They didn't make a big move because they were afraid that the other party would be prepared and fall into the trap.
The man tied his hair to a straw man, and then shook the bronze mirror. Ripples appeared on the mirror surface, revealing a vague silhouette of a human being, somewhat similar to Zhang Shouyang.
He then placed the bronze mirror three feet above the straw figure, facing the mirror, rubbed incense and paid homage, chanting mantras:
"The spirit of Yangming, the divine power hides people, captures the soul, hides the human form... the first edict does not descend, the way is destroyed in nothingness, the second edict does not descend, the dao ends with immortals, the third edict does not descend, beheading and offering to heaven..."
call!
Following the exit of the spell, a white talisman burned by itself, floating in the air around. A strange and inexplicable energy radiated out, covering the entire altar.
After the man finished reading, he quickly took out a long black needle and pierced it through the top of the straw man's head.
The needle was extraordinarily long, more than an inch longer than the straw man, but it pierced in completely without seeing the end. At the same time, the bronze mirror flickered, and the silhouette of the human figure inside slowly changed, and stopped after a few breaths, as if it became clearer.
puff!
Immediately afterwards, a lamp under the stage suddenly went out.
Seeing this, the man breathed out a long breath, and said with a smile: "It's done, it only takes seven days, and that Zhang Shouyang will definitely die!"
…
In the land of Shu, in the mountains and forests.
After harvesting the rain, Zhang Shouyang did not return to the monastery, but hid his whereabouts and wandered secretly in the border of Bashu. But he wasn't the only one, he was also accompanied by an incomprehensible guy.
At sunset and dusk, the forest was deeply silent, and the whole forest was immersed in a lazy and somewhat sad atmosphere. In the rushing river, a few white and red fish wandered in confusion, acting like panic.
Because there is a heartless fairy, who is stepping on the stone, holding a bamboo pole, and fishing.
That's right, fishing, not fishing.
"Eh... eh..."
"Crack! Crack!"
Chao Kongtu leaned forward, holding a not-so-long pole in his hand, and the wide Taoist robe was lifted up and tied around his waist, just outlining a perfect buttocks.
Proper buttocks and tender man!
Ouch, it's a fart! (Wanwan accent)
After tossing and tossing for a long time, this guy came up with two rotten big fish. That is to say, Zhang Shouyang is very good at nourishing his energy, and if he can bear him, he would have been kicked away by others.
"It's been two days since we left Dujiangyan, and there's nothing unusual about it. I don't know if it's nothing wrong, or the other party didn't initiate it."
Zhang Shouyang sat on a big rock, looked at the horrific grilled fish, and opened his mouth slowly.
"Didn't you feel a little weird when you collected the rain?"
"Exactly."
"That's right, there must be some dirty tricks waiting for us."
Chao Kongtu poked the grilled fish and said: "Speaking of which, the other party is quite capable. I searched around that day, but I didn't find any trace. There must be some secret method that can suppress the breath. But it doesn't matter, I'm here , I will protect you well!"
Zhang Shouyang said again: "There may be some accidents in Kunlun's communication. If it is really the Youxian faction, the target must not only be them, but also Xiaohe and others. But from the perspective of the method, the Youxian faction has nothing to do with the method of hating victory, so the other party at least It's more than two people."
"Whoever he is, come and eat fish!"
Lao Chao slammed a grilled fish that was ashamed to look up at the starry sky, and Zhang Shouyang ate it without changing his face.
Soon, the sky was dark and night fell. The two stayed overnight in the forest, sitting quietly and adjusting their breathing. Zhang Shouyang did not show any abnormality, as if nothing happened.
As a result, in the early morning of the next day, Chao Kongtu came back with two rabbits, only to find that they were frowning, as if they were thinking.
"Is there something wrong?"
"Something happened."
Zhang Shouyang paused, and said: "Last night, I tried many methods in order to find out what was wrong, but I found nothing. But when I tried to fall asleep, I didn't feel sleepy at all."
Um
Lao Chao was also taken aback for a moment, the immortal has a lifespan of a thousand years, and his magic power reaches the sky, he has already given up all kinds of things in the world, including eating, sleeping, and having sex.
But not wanting to sleep and not being able to sleep were two different things. Zhang Shouyang couldn't fall asleep, which was absolutely abnormal.
"Hoo..."
Chao Kongtu let out a breath, and said: "It seems that you have been tricked, but don't worry, no matter what kind of disgusting magic, I, Maoshan, can break this!"
"Oh, I am relieved."
After hearing this, Zhang Shouyang rarely showed a smile.
The two were best friends before their aura revived, one was a direct descendant of Longhu Mountain and the other was a direct descendant of Mao Mountain, and they became even closer after entering the Taoist monastery.
There is an ancient poem that puts it well, and it can be described as: "The depth of the Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as good as Wang Lun's love for me!"