boom!
Thunder rolled across the sky, bluish-white lightning flashed, and the outline of a building could be vaguely seen in the rain. The door plaque engraved with the words "Yi Zhuang" flashed in the lightning.
The wind brought raindrops and blew up the fallen leaves on the ground, flying to the deserted courtyard.
"Please, let me go..."
"No, don't put me in there."
The woman's cries of pleading were mixed in the night. A loud thunder exploded above the charity cemetery. In the flash of lightning, a struggling figure was illuminated and captured. She was dragged to a pottery jar that was half a person's height and pressed into it.
The long oil lamp standing in the corner of the wall swayed slightly.
The monk holding a short red-headed staff sealed it and knocked on it twice with the staff. The mud seal automatically tightened, and the crying of a woman could be vaguely heard from inside.
"seal up!"
The monk expressionlessly offered a yellow talisman to the pottery jar, and the miserable cries inside stopped abruptly. Amidst the flickering lightning and lights, densely packed pottery jars stretched out in the room.
Passing the front hall, going to the ancestral hall at the back, the candlelight illuminates a warm yellow.
In the shrine above the tribute table in the ancestral hall, there was a four-armed statue of a god wearing a fire crown and holding a fire dragon in his hands. Below him, Zhu Ziyi was kneeling there, muttering to himself. At this time, he had taken the elixir, half of his face was bandaged, the bandage was still stained with blood, and his robe had several large holes. He looked quite miserable and embarrassed.
"Holy Lord Minghuo...
Although the Earthly Evil Fire Formation was broken, the last batch of Blood and Flesh Spirit Altars have been safely transported away, and there are still a few left here."
"It's useless..."
Inside the shrine, the statue was still, but a voice was heard, and only Zhu Ziyi, who was kneeling on the cushion, could hear it.
"… Let's start with the next batch of spiritual creatures. The thousand-year-old flower in the Five Colors Temple is about to bloom. The spiritual creatures, people, air, earth, water, gold, and wood in the world are all ready. The only thing missing is the demon…"
"yes."
"Where is the person who destroyed the Earthly Evil Yin Fire Formation?"
"After being hit by the thunder, he should not be able to survive now."
"Just in case, let's find out more and eliminate the root of the problem."
Zhu Ziyi raised his head and whispered: "That monk..."
"Behind that monk is the Wanfo Temple and an old bald donkey. Ignore him for now. Hurry up and do the rest of the work."
"yes."
After a while, the conversation in the ancestral hall quieted down and the lights in the charity cemetery were all turned off.
Amid the sound of rushing rain, the footsteps of a mountain hermit outside splashed with silt and rushed over, kicking open the dilapidated door.
Bang!
The gate of the courtyard collapsed, dragging a spider web with it. The dust was squeezed out and rushed to all directions.
At the door, a tall and fat monk strode across the courtyard with his palms upright. The copper rings hanging from his big ears made a buzzing sound, but no sound could be heard.
It was the monk Fajing who had been tracking him all the way from Liyang City.
Stepping into the front hall, his frown deepened. He picked up the fire starter, blew at it, and lit the oil lamp in the corner. Dozens of pottery jars were abandoned here.
"What are these things?"
He touched it carefully, tore off the talisman paper from the pottery jar, and broke the mud seal. What he saw was a sleeping child. Fa Jing hurriedly opened several pottery jars nearby, all of which contained the lost woman and child.
The fat monk carried the man out, felt his pulse with his fingers, and exhaled heavily.
"Fortunately, I'm not late..."
Although the cause of the disappearance was not found out, at least a lot of people were saved. When Fa Jing arrived at this time, he finally felt relieved.
While waiting for the women and children to wake up, the monk sat on the stone steps and looked at the night sky outside the hall. The sky gradually turned darker and the rain that had exhausted his magic power gradually subsided.
Thinking of the figure unfolding the scroll on the high platform that night, Fa Jing bowed.
"Buddha has mercy on me."
…
The rain line fell from the clouds, extending to the southeast, and became sporadic.
In the backyard of the government office in Liyang City, water drops hung on the eaves, precariously.
Tick-tock…
The water drops that had been brewing for a long time gently fell to the ground with an imperceptible sound. In the room, Lu Liangsheng's eyelids trembled, and his self-consciousness gradually returned, and his feelings became clear.
… I think I was struck by lightning.
Not dead...
hehe.
Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up, wanting to laugh, but it pulled the wound, causing a burning pain, which the scholar could not help but grit his teeth and take a breath of cold air.
Due to fatigue, he was awake for a short time and fell into a deep sleep again without realizing it. When he woke up again, he heard Sun Yingxian's shouting and his master's yelling.
"Wow, the top five!"
"Six sixes go smoothly!"
"Bullshit, old toad, you want to take it all for yourself, right? Can you count six!!"
"Come on, put your head over here, I'll let you see if there is anything."
Occasionally, you can hear different words, a breeze blows, and someone sits quietly next to you. After a moment, you feel a cool feeling on your body and hands.
"Sir, you must get better."
This is Hong Lian's voice.
Lu Liangsheng wanted to open his mouth to respond, but the fingers hanging by his sides could only bounce slightly. He tried several times to raise his hands, but it was difficult to do so. He couldn't even feel the magic power in his body.
I won't give up...
When some depressing thoughts flashed through my mind, I suddenly felt another force.
Um
Demonic power...
Lu Liangsheng suppressed the thoughts in his mind and tried to extend his senses. It was as if he saw a small bead with a cloud of gas slowly rotating near his dantian. The emitted cloud of gas would occasionally reach into his internal organs, supplying vitality.
This demon pill was probably used by Master to save me...
The scholar took a leisurely breath and was about to retract the extended feeling when he suddenly noticed that there was still a force coursing through his limbs and bones, faintly, like flashes of lightning.
It was a familiar feeling.
Thunder from the sky?!
Lu Liangsheng's head suddenly felt dizzy, and he felt this power that did not belong to him, spreading all over his body with his breathing, and then bouncing continuously, like a hammer hitting his blood vessels, internal organs, skin and flesh... repeatedly.
Bang!
Bang!
His heart was pounding wildly and Lu Liangsheng tried hard to relax, but with every strike, his muscles tensed up and trembled at a speed barely visible to the naked eye.
Tolerate…
Lu Liangsheng subconsciously gritted his teeth. Looking from outside, the body lying quietly on the bed was also shaking slightly.
Hong Lian, who had been standing by, noticed something was wrong and called out anxiously, "Young Master!" Then, she turned her head and shouted to the two people playing finger-guessing games on the round table with a toad, "Master Toad, come quickly, the young master is shaking all of a sudden."
Over there, the Taoist put down his wine glass and ran over. The toad slowly jumped off the table, leaped onto the edge of the bed, kicked its two short legs a few times, and finally stood up and opened the Taoist's hand.
"Get out of the way. I have experience."
The toad's webbed hand touched Lu Liangsheng's wrist, then it was retracted and held behind his back.
"Don't panic. This is the spiritual energy after the heavenly tribulation. It will temper his body. This is how I got through it in the past..."
Lu Liangsheng could hear his master's words, but at the end, it was all buzzing noise. After a while, he relaxed and fell asleep again.