Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 120 Fine Sand (5.2k)

Lin Feng's situation, this is really a blunt knife slashing his ass, it opened his eyes.

Taoist Zhang studied Lin Feng for a while, and was amazed.

He even clapped his hands in admiration.

Roads never imagined.

It turns out that my [Taiyin Body] can still practice like this.

I have no idea.

Zhang Zhuoen generously gave Lin Feng his name: "You are Zhang Zhuoen, you are Zhang Zhuoen."

Lin Feng was startled by his frank and indifferent attitude.

Lin Feng: "..."

One couldn't hold back.

Lin Feng gave a thumbs up to express his admiration.

As for what to admire.

Let Zhang Zhuoen guess for himself.

After much deliberation, Lin Feng still asked, "Are you still alive?"

"Ask Zhang Zhuo'en? He has already become a fairy," Zhang Zhuo'en said indifferently, "Everyone who has become a fairy doesn't make the difference between living and dying.

What do you mean by death first?
Is it the decline of the physical body and the decline of the five viscera that call death, or is it that the soul is extinguished like a lamp and the soul is like soot? "

Lin Feng: "..."

I'm about to swear.

Come here and discuss philosophy with me.

I simply asked if you were alive, why did you tell me so much?
Lin Feng: "When everyone mentions death, the first thing that comes to mind is the meaning of death."

Hearing this, Zhang Zhuoen said nonchalantly: "I am the character spirit he left on the wooden sign, if he is dead, how do I know?

But I guess I lived a happy life. After all, when I stayed with him, he had powerful mana. Even if he was imprisoned and suppressed for hundreds of years without eating or drinking, he probably would be fine. Not to mention how happy he was to eat and drink in Heaven . "

Lin Feng: "You don't care about your feelings."

The word spirit Zhang Zhuo'en really doesn't matter.

Zhang Zhuoen said that he was the word spirit that Taoist Zhang Zhuoen used to suppress the demons here.

It is an afterimage left by a magical power.

Whether Zhang Zhuoen is going to die, he doesn't know.

But the word spirit, that is, he, is about to dissipate, and he is going to die.

Zi Ling Zhang Zhuo'en: "He is living very happily. I will not be able to live. I am exhausted. If I still have three points of my foundation and bluffed the mountain gods, I am afraid that even those people will not be able to save them."

Lin Feng: "You saved the person? Where is the person?"

Zi Ling Zhang Zhuo'en: "I threw them all back to where they should go, they were so noisy, they made people's heads hurt, if I didn't see them weak, I would be a seal for each of them!
Clearing out the pictures in their minds will consume my last wisp of spiritual energy, and I will be completely dead for a while.

My role there is to be a monster in Yongzhen, but who knows that when it comes, the mountain god becomes a monster.

I originally wanted to kill this Liao, but in the end I could only end it.

I am Ziling, you want me to fight with the mountain god?I really wanted to kill this official, but unfortunately I didn't have the ability.

Daoist Zhang also had misjudged him back then, but he didn't expect that when the mountain god was torn into six pieces, he would stay behind.

I see him like this, it has been prepared for a long time, and the six bodies are unified.

All these monsters, the Yin Gods, who have been fighting for it all these years have become his merits.

When the age is up, he can be born.

That's right, for these spirits, a few hundred years is just that, but for us Taoist monks, 100 years is long enough, and the orthodoxy is lost.

The world has changed drastically, and the evil spirits have come out of the mountains. I have no choice but to scare him at most.After saving him, I slapped him across the face, but he didn't feel any pain, but I exhausted all my means, and the lamps dried up.

But it is also fate that I can meet you when I go down the mountain. "

Taoist Zhang said with his hands behind his back, talking eloquently.

Ziling's character is very similar to Zhang Zhuo'en's.

When it comes to dissipating, it seems open-minded as if talking about other people's affairs.

On the contrary, Lin Feng was a little bit concerned.

Lin Feng: "Can you save me?"

Ziling Zhang Zhuoen: "Save? You still want to save? You still want to save me?

I have been suppressing demons for so many years, and I am finally able to leave, why save me?Let me show you a few hundred years of evil spirits, right? "

Lin Feng: "..."

I'm the one who interrupted your off-duty time because of my abruptness.

There was nothing to say, Lin Feng originally thought that the matter was over.

Everyone was rescued.

The wild gods in hand are gone, and there are no raw materials for making sacrificial incense.

Who would have thought Ziling Zhang Zhuoen asked Lin Feng if he wanted to do something good.

Lin Feng said something good.

Zi Ling Zhang Zhuoen said that there must be good things in the mountains, there should be some magic tools, and if you are lucky, you can even pick up dying monsters.

Zhang Zhuo'en, who was passing by, didn't like the monsters and ghosts in the outer mountains. Later, the Taoist monks who entered the mountain didn't bother to do anything.

But it's different in the mountains.

That's where they made it clear.

Not to mention anything else, as long as there is any threat to them, they have been killed a hundred times.

The Taoist practice of opening altars, offering sacrifices, eminent monks and great virtues "purifying" over and over again, and water and land pujas over and over again.

Under such intensity, all the monsters that could be sent away were sent away.

Those who cannot be sent away have become several paragraphs, and those who are dead cannot die again.

Those who cannot be killed will be suppressed and contained!
In the deep mountains, there is no climate anymore for the evil spirit of six days old.

As for whether Shengxianzhai was breached.

Ziling Zhang Zhuoen didn't know about this, he couldn't feel that far away.However, he selfishly felt that Shengxian Village should not have been opened.

If it can be opened, Meng Yuan Guoshi and the mages of the Song Dynasty should almost be able to open Shengxianzhai.

The Taoist monks of the Ming Dynasty were not used to deal with the affairs of [Shengxian Village].

To a certain extent.

The Mongolian Yuan State Master plus the Song Dynasty Master, what they couldn't handle, Daming couldn't handle either.

Unless something strange has happened to this place.

Otherwise, the monks and priests of the Ming Dynasty, these secular high-end combat power, have not changed much in the past few hundred years.

Even the number of magic masters in the world is still declining like a cliff.

There is not much innovation in spells.

In this regard, he speculated that [Shengxianzhai] is fortunately located in the mountains of western Hunan. "Now it's not the trouble that the mage came to it, but the trouble that it didn't come to the mage."

Zhao Zhuoen, Ziling, didn't realize how dangerous what he said was.

He suggested that Lin Feng go with him to the deep mountains in western Hunan to have a look.

"Even if there is a problem in the mountains, it won't be a big problem.

You know [Taiyin Body], and you must have learned a lot of magic tricks to subdue demons.

Zhang Zhuoen has a violent temper, and there are not many gentle ones in the handprints and talismans in his hand. It is still no problem to kill a few demons scattered outside.

Will Samadhi be real fire?
Do you understand being cursed by the Northern Emperor?

Do you know how to deal with the thousand-year-old ghost? "

The word spirit Zhang Zhuoen said a lot, saying that as long as Lin Feng got a little chance from the real Zhang Zhuoen, he would definitely have no problem entering the mountain.

Hearing this, Lin Feng showed an embarrassed but polite smile.

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He took out a broken bowl, residual incense, rootless water, and incense ash, inserted two chopsticks, and made a posture of "distinguishing tricks with rice". Under Zhang Zhuoen's unbelievable eyes, the The broken bowl was held in front of him, and he made a "that's it" gesture.

Ziling Zhang Zhuoen raised his chin, he was so shocked beyond words.

"That's it."

He said.

Lin Feng smiled and nodded.

Then he motioned to the nine Nuo opera masters who were singing around him and the "Qiwuhai under the king" to come over, pointed at them and said, "There are still them."

"When they grow up, they can use this deity to touch their true spirit, and they may be able to fight. Now, it's better to put them away."

Zhang Zhuoen, the word spirit, said euphemistically, these ghosts of yours are really not good.

Let's all go away.

You go back to your Yangguan Road, and I cross my single-plank bridge.

Lin Feng refused.

Lin Feng: "Only relying on this, how sure are we to venture in?"

Ziling Zhang Zhuoen: "Five five."

Lin Feng: "Then go into the mountain."

Zi Ling Zhang Zhuo'en: "You go every five or five?"

Lin Feng: "Hey, I still have to go, there is a Taoist priest accompanying me, what am I afraid of?"

Ziling Zhang Zhuoen: "I'm just a Ziling, I'm dying, I can't help you."

Lin Feng said seriously: "Hey, what does the Taoist priest mean by this? I will go with the Taoist priest, the main companion."

Ziling Zhang Zhuoen also looked at Lin Feng seriously, as if he wanted to see a flower on his face.

Confirming that Lin Feng was not joking, Zhang Zhuoen clapped his hands again: "Good boy, just go if you are not afraid of death, but let me make it clear that your little folk art may not be effective in the mountains."

Lin Feng: "I understand."

If Zhao Zhuo'en, Ziling, hadn't said it, Lin Feng really planned to go to the deep mountains to find out.

But now, his trip was in vain, and the problem in Nuo Village had been resolved.

But what about his wild god?
My wild god is gone!
For him, the temptation of Wild God is too great.

Apart from this place, Lin Feng didn't know how he should find the wild gods, as strange existences like "grandmother" were not seen every day.

Deep in the mountains of Xiangxi, it is like a treasure house for him.

There is no shop after this village.

What's more, the Zhang Zhuoen in front of him is only the character spirit left by Zhang Zhuoen in history.

But Zi Ling knew much more than he knew.

Lin Feng has something to ask this person.

He and Lin Feng walked forward. Lin Feng locked the car first, and walked up the mountain with a broken bowl in his hand.

Xiangxi is vast.

The mountains are like the sky, the people are like ants, and the mountains are like Daisy.

in this world.

The area of ​​the Xiangxi mountains exceeds the combined area of ​​the two provinces where it is located.

This is the real, behemoth.

……

On the mountain road that has just rained, one person walks calmly with one soul.

Very freehand.

At some point in the sky, a big sun hung up in the sky. Lin Feng observed it again and again, and confirmed that it was the rising sun.

It is about a real sun and cannot be eaten.

The morning dew on the trees on both sides wet his clothes.

The mood is very good.

It's just that the mountains in western Hunan are a little quieter.

Someone's noise woke up the mountain.

Lin Feng: "Master Dao, why did you erase the memory of those people?"

Zi Ling Zhang Zhuo'en: "Naturally, the connection is eliminated.

Xie Chong likes to come to the door through various contacts, and then through dreaming at night, running into tricks at night, or sending various punishments, so that people who are connected with them will feel fear, so as to enshrine themselves and gain strength.

When we meet these evil spirits, while we need to get rid of the evil spirits themselves, we must also eliminate these connections.

It seems Zhang Zhuo'en didn't tell you anything useful.

Tell the truth, you really didn't offend him? "

Zi Ling Zhang Zhuoen asked frankly, but he didn't understand what he said.

The ignorance of the Taoist who created himself.

Lin Feng laughed: "Perhaps Daoist Zhang Zhuoen thinks I'm very talented, but does the Daoist know about Huangliang Realm?"

Ziling Zhao Zhuo'en: "I don't know, what is Huangliang Realm?"

Lin Feng: "..."

All right, I'm Buddha.

But when he walked into the mountain, Lin Feng found that the mountain road was paved with blue stones. After asking, he said that this is a Taoist expert who sent yellow scarf warriors to pave the road.

But it is only to the front mountain and a few outer mountains behind. The real inner mountains probably cannot be transported in.

The mountains here are too quiet, not to mention birds, not even bugs.

Extremely quiet, giving people a feeling of extreme insecurity.

I didn't know these things when I saw the Taoist priest.

Lin Feng asked again if the satellite could see the enlarged mountain. Ziling asked two questions: "What is a satellite?"

"What is enlargement?"

After Lin Feng explained these two questions.

The word spirit is thoughtful.

He looked at Lin Feng who was thirsty for knowledge, and said: "If what you said is correct, that magic weapon called a satellite cannot see the so-called enlarged mountain."

Lin Feng: "Why?"

Zi Ling: "Because you went the wrong way."

Lin Feng: "???"

Wrong way?
Where did you go wrong?
Zi Ling: "You have entered the sealed place, the sealed place, you can't see it with the naked eye, and you can't see the magic weapon you mentioned."

Lin Feng: "Then what can we see?"

Zi Ling: "Only those who have a heart can see it."

Lin Feng: "I suspect that I have been targeted. What kind of person is a caring person?"

Zi Ling: "If you never forget, there will be echoes."

……

Provincial key hospital.

Teacher Xu and Professor Han are chatting.

Professor Han seems to have returned to normal, he can talk and laugh, and he looks much more energetic.

It's just that he doesn't care about his white hair anymore. In the past, Professor Han was a person who paid great attention to his appearance. Because he often had to go out in the wild, he always dyed his hair black to give people a very youthful look. , A very capable feeling.

Now, he no longer pays attention to his white hair.

Teacher Xu felt it during the conversation with him.

In fact, Professor Han did not untie the knot.

He is preoccupied.

He just restrained his thoughts.

Pretending to be okay.

Refuse to communicate with outsiders.

Teacher Xu also sighed, comforted Professor Han for some time, and finally left.

After there was no one in the ward, Professor Han let out a sigh of relief. He picked up his mobile phone, glanced at it, and put it down.

Now is not the time.

He needs to arrange the way forward for his students, mentor and apprentice, and he can't give up halfway and delay the children's future.

Still a wife, he plans to divorce and cannot leave the house completely. He needs money to do some important things, but the house can be left to his wife.

There is also a son. The son returned from studying abroad in one year. He originally planned to go to a college to make green peppers. His wife asked him to work hard to see if he could stay.

This matter has to be done.

Under such dazed planning, Professor Han leaned on the hospital bed and fell asleep.

In a daze, he felt as if he had returned to his student days, and met a teacher in navy blue clothes, with a big square frame and black glasses.

At that time, the school still had a one-story house with a row of poplar trees.

Teacher Xun, Xun Yanyu, was standing under the big tree with a roll of the latest newspaper in his hand. The index finger and middle finger of his right hand were browned due to long-term smoking. Even after washing with soapy water, there was still strong smoke taste.

The choking smell of tobacco leaves.

Teacher Xun Yanyu was still the same, thin, tall, with meticulously combed hair, navy blue clothes, and a chest pocket full of various oil pens and gel pens.

I just don't know why, when Professor Han met Mr. Xun, the surrounding world seemed to be covered by a sandstorm, and it was all covered with yellow fufu.

But in the dream, who cares so much.

"Teacher, teacher..."

I don't know why, when I saw my teacher, Professor Han felt that he was full of grievances, and he seemed to have a place to vent. He cried "wow", hugged his teacher, and cried heartbreakingly .

It seemed as if he wanted to burst out all the emotions accumulated in the deep mountains this time.

Listening to his student's crying, Teacher Xun was obviously stunned for a moment, and then he was a little at a loss and wanted to pat his student's back, but he was a little embarrassed.

After a while, he said: "Okay, don't cry, a big man, why cry, he has become a professor, and he lost his composure like this, making people look at it as a joke."

Professor Han didn't understand the meaning of the teacher's words. He cried so hard that he almost cried out all his grievances and pains.

Professor Han was sobbing that he couldn't even speak.

Snot and tears bluffed his face.

"Teacher, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't doubt you..."

"I shouldn't slander you..."

"I was wrong, I was really wrong, teacher, what you pursue really exists, they really exist..."

"Stained with wisdom, I have no protection for stained with wisdom..."

"Xu Jun, Zuo Liang, Xing Jun, these children, I am useless, I am useless as a teacher, I watched them die before me, teacher, teacher!!!"

Teacher Xun silently looked at the fainting Professor Han who was about to cry.

Touched his head.

"It's okay, it's okay."

He whispered, "It's okay, everything will pass."

After a burst of heart-piercing crying, Professor Han was finally tired from crying. At this time, he had a peaceful feeling of "spirit out of his body". At this time, Professor Han discovered something was wrong .

"Teacher, aren't you dead?"

Professor Han said belatedly at this time, he looked at the dilapidated schools around him, looked at the bright yellow filter that was obviously wrong, and finally realized that he was dreaming.

Teacher Xun looked at his students, sighed and said, "You've seen it all, why do you think I'm dead?"

Professor Han suddenly cheered up.

"Teacher, are you alive?"

Teacher Xun smiled and said nothing.

Professor Han stood up, he wanted to grab his teacher, but who knew, a violent wind suddenly appeared on his body, and the sand and dust covered stones, hitting him heavily, causing Professor Han to open his eyes. Don't open your eyes!

"teacher!"

Professor Han was so anxious that he wanted to stamp his foot on the ground.

He let out a cry of surprise and woke up.

Sweating.

"what happened?"

The doctor outside the door heard the voice inside, got in and asked.

Professor Han touched the sweat on his forehead: "It's okay."

"Hey."

The doctor breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Professor Han's words, then saw Professor Han's forehead, pointed to his head in surprise and said, "Mr. Han, where did the yellow sand come from on your head?"

"Yellow sand?"

Professor Han's heart moved, and he touched his forehead lightly.

There is indeed sand.

fine sand.

　I almost fell asleep... I'm guilty, I'm guilty, there are two thousand words too much, everyone will take me as an apology!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)