There are three kinds of people who are the most representative in the East Ying Rivers and Lakes: Onmyoji, Samurai and Artist.
Among them, the Onmyojis inherited many ancient witchcrafts, and among them, the hidden skills are the most. Fog, water, fire, soil, light and so on.
The most offensive witchcraft is Shijishu and evil surrender. The former is said to be a witchcraft that raises spirits and kills people. The method of killing is to create a terrifying illusion in the mind of the target. In the end, the victims are scared to death. of. The latter is mainly through the hair and blood to transmit a kind of scutellaria pests. The surgeon grasps a type of scutellaria and divides them into mothers and children. First, they get the victim’s hair or blood, pinch the dead children and mix them together, and the mothers sense it. The breath of the death of the worms will seek revenge from the victim.
The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department has a Yin-Yang branch to deal with such criminals.
A very small number of savvy people still use a kind of killing technique, which is to kill people with music.
In martial arts novels, there is a saying that the Tianyin faction uses the Tianmoqin to spread the internal force to kill people intangible. This is the imagination of the novelist, but in the old world, there are indeed people who know how to use music to kill or save people. The ancients said that the eyes are born to the body, but the ears belong to the soul. To kill with music is mysterious and terrifying, but it is actually a kind of hypnotism. There is a record of this in the Changfeng Miscellany written by Liu Changfeng.
Beautiful music can cultivate temperament, make people intoxicated, and even affect people's emotional ups and downs. Or joy, or sadness. Huang Zhong Dalu, silk and bamboo strings, fascinating, but also fascinating. To reach the point of killing people invisible, the player's performance must reach the point of transcendence and sanctification, and at the same time, his own ability to perceive the subtle changes in the outside world can reach the state of subtle movement and calmness.
With the sound of the flute, Li Muye had an extra gun in his hand.
The simplest and most direct way to kill is this thing, a dum bullet that hits the vital point at close range, no matter how strong the vitality is, the great master can't hold it.
The sound of the flute pierced into his ears from all directions, and Li Muye could not lock the position of the wind howl.
The air was filled with fragrant vegetation. Li Muye inadvertently raised his head and saw a blood-red full moon. He immediately realized that his mental thoughts had been affected by the sound of the flute, and slowly closed his eyes.
call out!
There was a sharp whistle in the air, and a glazed bead ejected toward the direction that Brother Xiaoye felt, and then rubbed against the air and made a sharp sound.
There was no lag in the sound coming back, and the wind whistle was not in that direction.
In such an environment, people with eyes are not as good as those without eyes.
Feng Jian Xiao was not born blind, and Li Muye would not be inferior to him in terms of perception by closing his eyes. The biggest advantage of Ono is actually physical skills.
The sound of the flute burst into the ears, covering up the heartbeat sound of Feng Jianxiao, and he precisely controlled the rhythm of the heartbeat, so that his whole person and the flute sound became one. Within a radius of less than 30 meters, Li Muye was unable to lock his position.
"Howl in the wind, you play this flute well, but unfortunately you can only stay in a rhythm that is in harmony with yourself, and there is no way to free up your mental perception to feel my heartbeat and breathing." Li Muye moved slowly and watched his surroundings. Moving quietly, he said unhurriedly: "I often see Dongying women who like to blow flute, but I didn't expect that your great master of Yin and Yang also has this hobby, but your sluggish voice seems to be a little bit interesting."
Brother Ono tried his best to belittle the wind whistling, but the other party's flute sound was not at all messy, and he still covered his voice perfectly.
If you just stay in this form of confrontation, for a long time, Li Muye will actually have the upper hand. But at this moment, suddenly there were countless birdsongs all around, which caused great interference to Ono's hearing.
But this is not the most important attack method of Feng Jian Xiao.
Hundreds of birds in the air turned towards the phoenix, tweeting, some birds began to spray dung on Li Muye's body.
"Oh, it turns out that your old boy didn't play this flute for me at all." Li Muye said suddenly: "Use birds to be your spirit, and use bird feces to spread the worms. This method may be called the yin and yang gods. The Kangji Abe family is not as good as you, right." After saying that, suddenly raised his head to the air and let out a few muffled hums!
More than a dozen birds fell down in midair.
In the darkness came the wind howled in exclamation: "Sound!"
call out! A colored glaze bead followed the sound.
There was a sudden burst of fire, and there was a bang, and the wind whistle lost its trace.
Li Muye chased the direction of the fire and explosion, but it was still a black fog, and he could not see anything.
"Hey, you really deserve to be the director of the special commissioning office, a man who dared to be married to Bai Wuxia." Kazama's gloomy voice resounded in the dark night: "You don't even have a blood worm. There is probably no one in this world. What kind of toxin can hurt you, but unfortunately I haven't learned sword kung fu, otherwise, if you stabbed a sword from your back at this time, you will undoubtedly die."
"You can't blow me by blowing with your mouth." Li Muye continued to speak ruthlessly, and said: "You are good at blowing flute, but you don't seem to be good at bragging. You are the only tricks left by me from China. Little tricks, wait a minute, and see how I can dig out your brain after I find you out."
"Do you think you are determined to win?" Kazama Xiao said grimly: "Tonight's show has just begun. There may be more than one stage on the stage. Now when it comes to winning or losing, it's not clear who will die."
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After the wind whistling, the flute sounded again, still firmly in a specific rhythm.
Li Muye concentrated on searching while he was speaking, but he still couldn't determine the location of this fellow.
The flute sounded like weeping, as if the resentful woman in her deep boudoir was crying sadly for her destiny. Xiaosheng actually seems to be telling a story. A lonely woman was abandoned in a building in the wilderness. The man's ruthless abandonment made her grief, and the child waiting to be fed made her dare not even die, every night. She was tortured by the deep loneliness and could hardly fall asleep. How long does she want to meet a strong man to share her responsibilities and warm her loneliness
Li Muye suddenly felt something, thinking of Lu Shaofen and Diana. Memories flooded my mind like running water, and Brother Ono began to feel ashamed. A woman appeared in front, and it was the tall and lovely Xiaofen standing there, glaring at herself with resentment in her eyes. Brother Xiaoye took a step forward, but the woman took a step back, and when she looked at her again, she had become Diana.
"Li Muye, didn't you promise me that my daughter should come back?" Her brows were filled with anger, anger, resentment, and a sad voice questioning Brother Ono: "I have been waiting for you in Moscow, and I have been waiting for you to give my daughter. I want to come back, but you fell in love with that devil, and even went to work hard for her."
Li Muye sighed and said: "I really didn't mean to hurt you. If I could, I would rather never see you."
Diana was sad: "But you already know me, and you have caused me endless harm."
Li Muye said: "I hope I can have the opportunity to make amends for you. I have given you a great career. Isn't that enough?"
"Of course not enough!" Diana said sadly and angrily: "The suffering in my heart is a sea, and I will never be satisfied!"
"What should I do? What do you want me to do so that you don't feel bitter?" Li Muye struggled.
"The boundless sea of bitterness is the shore!" A Huang Zhongda Lu's voice suddenly shouted: "It's better to go back, it's better to go back!"
The flute sound suddenly changed, like the Sanskrit meditation singing scattered all over the sky.
Li Muye stared at the front faintly, and a thought suddenly occurred in his mind: If there is no Taoist Buddhist conception of heaven and hell, causal cycle, endless life, reincarnation, death is death, death is the result of life, and all death is the end of life. . What is the difference between me dying and continuing to live? It's better to go back than to struggle and pain in this terrible world!
"It's better to go back, it's better to go back, it's better to go back!" The voice was full of violence, as if to find the flaw in Xiaoye's mind.
What is the difference between sentient beings and Buddhas and Bodhisattvas? Buddhas and bodhisattvas know, know where life comes from, and where death goes; ordinary people don’t know, where life comes from, and where death goes, so they are afraid of death. Buddhas and Bodhisattvas are clear and plain, this place is dead, where is death! I'm dead. The body is not me, the body is like a piece of clothing. If the clothing is worn, dirty, or worn out, take it off and the clothing will die. If you don't need it, you can change to a new one, so it's not dead!
A sound of Hongdae, like the warm sun shining on the earth, seemed to spill from the sky.
Suppose I have a Buddha, state hell, hungry ghosts, and beasts, and do not take enlightenment.
Suppose I have a Buddha, a heavenly being in the country, and after my life expires, I will renew the three evil ways and do not take enlightenment.
Suppose I have a Buddha, a heavenly being in the country, and those who don't know the true gold, don't take enlightenment.
Suppose I am a Buddha, a heavenly being in the country, a person of different shapes and ugliness, not to take enlightenment...
The voice said faster, faster, more urgent, more irresistible.
Li Muye's heartbeat was like a drum of war, beating frantically in accordance with his recitation rhythm, and the blood in his whole body exploded and burned violently.
"What are you still holding on? What are you hesitating about? Let's end it all, you have such ability!" The voice continued.
"I haven't lived enough yet, I still have people and things that I can't let go of!" Li Muye said with a struggling expression on his face, with a ray of blood dripping from his lips.
"Let it down does not mean leaving and take care of my Buddha. You will have eternal life, the kingdom of the heavens, the world of bliss. There will be no more guilt, no more complaints, no more sadness and regrets, and all beings are equal... . ... ”
"I'm tired, let me ask, who is the Buddha or I?" Li Muye's flushed face suddenly faded, and he seemed to take a step forward inadvertently, hehe sneered: "Old fox, if you don't give it up, give you some hope. I really can't find where you are hiding..." (End of this chapter)