The vertical and horizontal streets are neat and tidy like a chessboard, the houses scattered on both sides are spaces that cannot be placed, and the sun, moon and stars are the hands of chess, holding pedestrians with shadows. On the other side of the village, there was the sound of "firecrackers", which started and stopped with Xiaodouding's footsteps, the child's voiceless voice drifted far away, and the heavy and tireless breathing.
"It's New Year's Eve! The coming year must be good!" He went from house to house, patting the door.
The bamboo tube smashed on the steps, and he knocked it again, making the battle to drive away the beast bigger.
Fatigue hit, and his body and bones were also infected. He only ran less than halfway, and he was very tired. His eyelids seemed to be filled with lead, and his shoulders slumped.
He ran two steps, then stopped, and ran two more steps.
His eyes lit up hard, shaking his head: "In the beginning of man, nature is good..."
The two repeated three-character sutras reverberated, mixed with the sound of the bamboo tube behind them.
Xiaodouding's footsteps slowed down, his head was drooping, his head was large and thin, more like a potato hanging from chopsticks. next eye.
There was nothing behind him, and the street lamps were not even full of energy. The ground was cut into pieces like tofu, one bright and one dark.
In the center of the village were two thin figures. Li Shiyi buried his head and counted the stone pavement. He stopped at a slightly green area in the center. He closed the simple compass in his palm and stuffed it back into his boots.
Hejia Village is built on a mountain, with a keel in the east and a flattened down in the west. According to the feng shui scripture "Shaking the Dragon": the dragon on the ground originates from the high veins, and rises high with star peaks and low caves. Li Shiyi followed the star of greedy wolf to break the army, and found the source of gold gathering in the village. This is the right wind and water, surrounded by all directions, and the trees around the village are all rooted in this.
Li Shiyi nodded to Song Shijiu, then leaned down and stuck the hexagram symbol on the well in the north, lighting the lamp in the south, leaving the hexagram symbol under the lamp, inserting the hexagram symbol in the firewood in the east, and finally took out the gold pocket watch Come out, put it to the west, and seal it with the hexagram.
Gold, wood, water, and fire are placed in the four directions, with a swirl of loess in the center, and a gossip array.
After a series of actions are completed, it is exactly the right moment. Li Shi kept lifting his back, took out another piece of paper, and landed on the ground, she said softly, "Listen."
The paper figures scattered, or climbed to the eaves, or stuck to the corners, sitting cross-legged to report the letter and protect the Dharma.
Song Nineteen stood in the middle of the formation, and when the surroundings returned to silence, he looked at Li Shiyi with his eyes closed, his wrists trembled, and he threw the black iron floating fan upward.
The iron fan slowly unfolded, capturing thousands of moonlight, and the light and shadow came out from the hollow of the fan, grinding the time into fine debris. On the fan surface are towering mountains, graceful streams, delicate willows, and blooming spring flowers.
The petals as thin as cicada's wings trembled gently, the willow branches as soft as silk swayed slightly, the mountains and rivers trembled, and the sun and the moon sank into the pond.
The talisman paper blown by the wind stopped, the faint candlelight in the south stopped, and the faint sound of bamboo tubes in the distance stopped. The village seemed to have tendons, and when a pair of big hands grabbed it from the ground, it cramped, the tendons were completely broken, and the vitality was lost.
The only exception, Li Shiyi, stood in the formation, frowned slightly, and turned his eyes to Xuan Tie Fan.
The moonlight passed through the fan, and it fell like broken snow and fell on Song Nineteen. It seemed to pick up her bones, and with a leisurely tiptoe, she got off the ground.
The scales on the back of her hands were looming, and a blue-white dragon pattern appeared between her eyebrows. Song Nineteen hung her beautiful neck, and her face was clear. When the floating light of the fan smeared all her cheeks, she lifted it up. He raised his right arm, palm upright, and pushed it softly toward the door, pinching a Dreadnought Seal.
Just like her expression, she was fearless and determined.
Small cracks appeared on the ground, as if they had been dry for decades, and scattered along the center of the formation. The cracks seemed to have consciousness, and most of them avoided the houses and residences, and attacked the trees in the village like thunder.
At three quarters of the time, Li Shiyi threw the Shentu decree in his hand into the air, and sat cross-legged while the token was rotating. Willing to print.
The two seals formed each other, and the divine bones first appeared.
In the night, there was only the sound of staggered breathing, and the sound of hundreds of trees being shaken to the ground. Li Shiyi pursed his lips lightly, and heard Song Jiujiuna's whispers behind him.
"Day and night travel, because of the universe, the chaos has not opened, and the time does not wait for me."
The red mole on Li Shiyi's neck was charming and charming, as if he was bewitched by Song Shijiu's lingering voice.
She lifted her thin lips and continued with the mantra.
"Cong Cong passes away, lives and dies again, hundreds of ghosts travel, obey my orders."
The wind can't rise, the clouds can't come, the moon can't come quietly, and the stars can't come. Between heaven and earth has become a large tomb, and it is the chaotic timing and the reversed life and death that govern everything. A stranger becomes a dead thing, and a hundred ghosts burst into the world.
A giant tree was uprooted, and it was a mutilated burial. The roots of the tree were stained with golden shimmer, and they were full of fire.
Liu Huo left the host and rushed into the air in a panic, while a lightning-fast sword light cut it in half and fell to the ground to smash pus-like plasma.
Mulan put down her sword and stood among the blue bricks and rubble, her ponytail swept across her cheeks like a sharp knife scar.
Thunder rolled behind him, dust was flying, and the Hunce army came with a thousand horses and a thousand cavalry.
When Li Shiyi's ears moved, he heard the sound of the flag swaying, the sound of horseshoes stomping, the armor clattering, the arrows piercing the sky, the silence was replaced by noise, and the distant and closed village became a sound. The battlefield of the horn, to meet a massacre without any suspense.
But this massacre was so beautiful that it was heart-wrenching. The plague insects sprang from the roots of the trees, from the cracks in the tiles, from the broken bodies, screaming and rushing to the sky. The golden dotted line is suspended in the sky, with a faint whistle, like a fireworks bursting in front of you, and like a night light that shakes up in the distance.
The tip of the arrow was adorned with a light blue fire, as if it shot the stars down into the world. Thousands of plague insects were burned to ashes by the fire before they could struggle, leaving not even a single smoke stain.
Li Shiyi opened his eyes and looked at Song Nineteen who was in front of him in the chaotic battle.
They looked at each other in the fire of war, in the fireworks, in the sky lantern, and in the stars.
I don't know if it's because the body of a mortal can't support it, Li Shiyi's eyes are a little sour, so she can only slightly restrain her phoenix eyes, and her eyes blur the appearance of Song Nineteen, outlining the silver edge.
Song Nineteen saw Li Shiyi tuck the corners of his mouth, his eyes so silent as if frozen by magic. But she seemed to hear Li Shiyi asking her in a soft voice - can this massive purge bring life and hope as she wished
The candles in the formation were about to burn out, and the battle was coming to an end. After the Hunce army kowtowed, most of them returned to Mount Tai, and only Mulan and dozens of soldiers were left to inspect and inspect to ensure that nothing was missed.
Li Shiyi fell to the ground and held on to the bamboo basket beside her. The thin sweat stuck to her clothes, and she pressed it against her body unhappily. She panted and looked around. Miscellaneous trees were blocking the road. Fortunately, few of them hit the farmers. I think Song Nineteen tried his best to control them.
But even so, there are still debris scattered everywhere, bricks and tiles flying together, as if encountering a violent storm.
The pointer of the gold pocket watch turned again, and the people in the village were cleared of the plague and would fall into a deep drowsiness all day long.
The floating light fan closed firmly, Song Nineteen fell behind Li Eleven.
Li Shiyi looked back at her, the dragon scales on her hands had not faded, her lips were bloodless, and her pupils were much lighter than before, like clear amber.
Li Shiyi was about to go over to lead her, but he heard the sound of rutting on the street, much lighter than the ruts next to him, and the rolling wood was no different from ordinary, but at this moment, appearing in such a village, However, Li Shiyi and Song Jiujiu were heartbroken and looked back involuntarily.
It was not a vehicle, but a red sandalwood-colored wheelchair, rolling from the end of the bluestone slab against the misty light.
On the wheelchair was an extremely thin girl in white, with one hand covering her belly and the other resting on the armrest of the wheelchair, her fingertips trembling slightly as the wheelchair moved.
When they got closer, the two of them could see her appearance clearly. If Ayinmei had a slender figure and nineteen beauty had natural eyebrows, then this girl was beautiful in her body style, with smoky eyebrows and tan eyes. Clearly, with only one black hair and thin shoulders, it looks like an immortal drawn to Chanjuan.
This girl was very weak, and stopped not far from Song Nineteen, raised her hand to cover her lips and coughed, her slender waist shrunk, as if shaking off the brilliance of the stars and moon on her body.
She was out of breath from coughing, and she seemed to be about to take her breath away immediately, before she stopped after a while and looked up at Song Nineteen.
She said in a clear voice as clear as spring water: "Zhulong, didn't Ling Heng discipline you?"
The author says:
Feng shui, mantras and formations are also made up.