Deep in the thick fog, in the core area of the Bantang Hot Spring, a "sun" penetrates the thick fog and illuminates the area within a radius of 100 meters.
From a distance it looks like the sun, but when you get closer you can see that the soft light is not the sun, nor the electric light or candlelight, but a book.
A yellowed, worm-eaten thread-bound book.
The first line of the homepage above is:
Confucius said, "Is it not a pleasure to learn and to practise what one has learned? Is it not a pleasure to have friends come from afar? Is it not a virtue to be not angry when people do not know you?"
This is an extraordinary sealed object with mysterious powers.
Apparently, it can restrain the ghosts from hell and dispel the thick fog.
Under the light of this book, four people were sitting cross-legged, all reciting the contents of the Analects with their heads shaking.
And I have already read the "Yan Yuan Chapter".
"Life and death are determined by fate, and wealth and honor are determined by heaven. A gentleman is respectful and never makes mistakes, and treats others with courtesy and politeness. All people in the world are brothers. Why should a gentleman worry about not having brothers?"
As for the countless eyes densely packed in the spring water!!
Although he was still floating in the water, the coldness, resentment, pain and brutality in his eyes were gradually dissipating with the shining light and the sound of reading.
It feels like I've been converted.
As for the fog that the light could not reach, there seemed to be figures moving around. In the fog, those figures appeared, disappeared, reappeared, and disappeared again...
The footsteps of these figures seemed to be moving around the little sun released by "The Analects of Confucius", keeping a certain distance, and no one came close.
Click, click, click…
The annoying sound was still there, very light, very far away, as if it was there and not there. When I listened carefully, it disappeared again.
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew, and the noisy footsteps disappeared completely, and even faint screams could be heard.
"Egijo Otogawa..."
Otoshi Ogawa's clear voice came from the fog, stating his identity first to avoid being attacked by friendly forces.
But the sound of reading in the light continued, still clear and orderly.
"Is it the negative effect of the seal, or is it the source of the power of this book?"
Xiao Yi took a look at it and felt that the effect of this book was very powerful. It almost served as some kind of barrier. Under the cover of light, evil spirits retreated and the air was filled with righteousness.
Confucian classics are naturally immune to all evil.
Xiao Yi even felt that the Grim Reaper's scythe in his hand was suppressed by the soft light.
Looking around, Xiao Yi discovered a large number of eyeballs that were being converted not far away.
The big eyeballs, floating up and down, really make people feel uncomfortable.
The Grim Reaper's scythe slashed continuously inside.
Too troublesome, Xiao Yi came to have a Doomsday Judgment!
Suddenly, a huge cross illusion appeared in front of him. Under the shining black light, these big eyeballs exploded one by one.
The sound of "puff, puff, puff" continued.
"Huh..."
Someone breathed a sigh of relief, and then the "Analects of Confucius" floating in the air fell down and was caught by someone, who put it away solemnly.
"Brother, thank you..."
"It should be..."
Xiao Yi took out the stubborn stone very solemnly. He had fought hard to get it. He wanted to ask the white fox how to use it, but the white fox ignored him as if it was angry.
I really don't understand why.
It is really hard to guess what a woman is thinking.
The spring where the water from the Santuo River leaks is right in front of us, so let's seal it!
Xiao Yi threw the stubborn stone in directly, and soon found that the fog around him had become thinner.
The source has been blocked, so this large area of extremely cold fog has naturally become a rootless source and will dissipate before long under the bright sun.
"I have sealed this place, and the fog will be dispelled soon..."
"seal?"
"The treasure obtained from the underworld can control the water of the Santu River. Everyone, everything is fine. I'll leave first! The finishing work here is left to you..."
Otoshigawa said hello to a few people and went down the mountain.
Old Liu was seriously injured and the province originally planned to transfer him to Luzhou for treatment, but Old Liu felt that Ling Ran's skills were better, so he was sent back to Jiangcheng.
More than 10,000 people have been rescued, so there is no point in staying here.
I am still a little tired spiritually.
More importantly, the indigestible power of the "fallen angel" made him feel a little uncomfortable.
It's like having gas in your stomach, it's very torturous.
But if I squander it, it would feel like a waste.
So, I have to bear with it for now.
After coming down from Bantang Mountain, the fog at the foot of the mountain has dissipated a lot, and several teaching buildings have emerged from the thick fog. Ordinary people can go in, so it is very lively.
There were sounds of soul-calling, slapping faces, vomiting, cheering...
Otoshi Ogawa looked at the lively scene and a brilliant smile spread across his face, brighter than the sun in the sky.
I... Brother Xiaoyi has once again saved countless lives.
Is this what satisfaction feels like
Is this the taste of happiness
"Keep a low profile... Where is that uncle? Explain the situation clearly. I still want to get the contribution I deserve... There are several more places like this where fog appears. Should I report the information about the stubborn stone in Wangxiangtai? Or let's not report it! As for that Judge's Pen, as many people as go there will die. You can't afford to offend me!"
When we returned from Chao County, it was already dark.
It was really a very fulfilling day.
The trip to the underworld was a huge gain, but it seemed that it was still a little short of rescuing Zhang Wei in Fengdu Ghost City.
Old Liu had been bandaged and his ribs were repositioned. He lay on the armchair in the late-night noodle shop like a mummy, enjoying his wife's caring care.
When he saw Xiao Yi coming in, he immediately struggled to stand up.
"If you are injured, just lie down and don't move. I got some treasures in the underworld. I will share some with you and your wife. It should be of great help to your recovery..." Xiao Yi was also a little tired.
As he spoke, Xiao Yi took out some pure Yin crystals, left a part for Hei Nuo, and placed the rest on the table.
"Such a strong yin energy, what a treasure!"
Then Xiao Yi took out the pair of blood-red high heels and placed them next to the pure yin crystal.
"Mrs. Liu, these shoes are great, why don't you try them on?"
"Sir, this is not good! How can I let you spend money..."
"Ahem... Old lady, these are shoes left by ghosts and gods."
"spirits?"
"The ghost that kicked me was so badly injured that it almost killed me..."
Otokogawa pointed at the red high-heeled shoes and said, "The ability of these shoes will allow the wearer to have extraordinary balance and peak leg strength. You can wear them to walk on a tightrope without any problems. Even a Sequence 9 warrior may not be able to defeat you in a fight. Of course, there are also disadvantages. It will make the wearer hate men more, and any small flaws will be magnified..."
The happy expression on Lao Liu's face froze immediately, and he said sullenly: "This... let's not wear it! We ghost messengers don't need physical skills, we are wizards..."