Knife splashing

Chapter 604: Setting Up the Formation to Summon the Gods
Summon Wen Lingguan?
When everyone heard this, they all looked at each other in surprise.

Even Cheng Jianxin's attention was drawn to it.

"confident?"

Kun Dao next to him was a little bit unconvinced.

This Taoist nun, whose Buddhist name is Lan Chenzi, may look like an inconspicuous middle-aged Taoist nun, but she is actually proficient in the art of investigation and has become the backbone of the sect.

She had reasons for her suspicion.

The magic weapon "Bing Ding Sheng Gui Fu" was very famous, and everyone in Qingcheng Mountain knew about it, but the Fengdu lineage was still in decline.

One is the strict rules of this lineage.

The second is that the technique is difficult to learn.

Holding the "Bing Ding Sheng Gui Fu" can summon Wen Lingguan.

This move is comparable to a powerful weapon, but only the first few inheritors can use it, and it becomes increasingly difficult to use it afterwards.

Until now, it only exists in classics.

The disciples of Qingcheng Mountain sometimes chat privately and joke that the love for incense is like the love for people, which fades with use.

The first generation ancestor came as soon as he was called.

I don’t bother to care about the later generations of disciples.

Now that Li Yan is going to use this trick, it is inevitable that they will be suspicious.

Not to mention their safety, if something goes wrong and the demon takes the Nine Cauldrons away successfully, there will be countless casualties in Shu.

At a time like this, no one dares to be careless.

"Don't worry, everyone. It's okay."

Li Yan's face was calm and he clasped his fists slightly.

Seeing that he was so sure, the other people from Qingcheng Sect became a little undecided and looked at Mingshanzi.

Ming Shanzi looked at everyone and said seriously, "I believe in Li Shaoxia. He is a man of his word and will not mess around with such an important matter. Let's act according to this plan. We don't have much time..."

After making a plan, everyone immediately went into action.

Zhao Xianda and several garrison generals regrouped their troops.

Chengdu is now filled with a strong evil aura, like a crazy dream. Although it is not fatal, all the soldiers are in a bad condition after entering.

In addition to being injured by the crazy people, some people were even frightened and wanted to escape secretly.

In times of crisis, heroes show their true colors.

After Zhao Xianda's passionate speech and the news that there would be a great disaster in Shu, the soldiers were finally inspired and planned to fight to the death.

After all, Shuzhong is their hometown.

After mobilizing the troops, Zhao Xianda and others took out the map of Chengdu Prefecture and carefully discussed the battle plan.

This time is unusual and courage alone is not enough.

They had only 10,000 soldiers, and they had come from a long distance. They were tired from the journey, had insufficient food and supplies, and only enough gunpowder to support one battle.

However, the Shu Palace had 30,000 soldiers and horses, ready to wait for the enemy to tire themselves out.

Not only that, the road also involves crossing several streets that have been occupied by crazy people.

If you want to pass smoothly, you have to use some tricks...

On the other side, Li Yan was also seeing them off.

"San'er, Lao Sha, be careful on the road!"

Looking at his two brothers, he gave them repeated instructions.

"Do not worry."

Sharifei chuckled, "I'm not going into the Shu Palace. At most I can get some more gunpowder. You just wait and see the show."

Li Yan nodded, and then clasped his fists and said to the people beside him: "Thank you for your trouble, three seniors. Please protect my brother."

There were three more people who followed into the tunnel this time.

They are Yue Saner, the "Listening to the Strings on the Earth" among the Six Sages of the Bamboo Grove, Cui Bai, the "Painted Leather Craftsman", and Chong Chenzi, the old Taoist priest from Qingcheng.

Among these three people, one is a geomancer who can explore the earth veins so as to avoid finding the wrong direction and failing.

One is a master of craftsmanship, assisted by various secret techniques.

The old Taoist Chong Chenzi from Qingcheng looks white-haired, but he is tall, with scars all over his face. He is good at thunder magic and is considered a master among the people in Qingcheng. He goes there specifically to provide support.

The underground tunnels are complex, so do not have too many people.

These people were carefully selected by them.

"Everyone, please follow me!"

Lu San nodded silently, picked up the package, and rushed into the thick fog and snow with the remaining few people.

This place is not far from the secret passage under the bridge, but many of the secret passages leading to the Shu Palace have collapsed, and you have to go around several bends to get there, so you leave one step ahead...

Looking at the figures walking away, Li Yan felt heavy-hearted.

This operation is different from all the previous ones.

From Shanzhou to Ezhou, although they took on a lot of work, they were all small-scale conflicts and most of the time they were far away from the battlefield.

But this time, it is a real war.

With so many new firearms, no one can guarantee that they can survive the battlefield safely...

"Young Master Li."

Suddenly a voice came from behind.

It was Zhao Xianda, the commander of the Duwei Division.

He hesitated, clasped his fists and said, "We have thought about it again and again, but we can't find a way to reach the Shu Palace smoothly."

"If we attack the civilians, the streets will be stained with blood, and the gunpowder will be used up before we reach the destination."

"The best way is to help those people remove the curse and expel it..."

"This plan doesn't work!"

Kun Dao Lan Chen Zi shook his head and said, "Daoyou Li wants to summon Wen Lingguan, and he needs to prepare half an hour in advance. We have to leave now and cannot waste our spiritual thoughts. We don't have enough time."

"Besides, the dragon girl is not completely stable yet. She is also the key to stopping this. With so many people, I'm afraid their souls will be directly dissipated!"

When Zhao Xianda heard this, he was immediately embarrassed.

Lan Chenzi was right, but if we insisted on attacking, who knows how many civilians would be killed, and the soldiers in the garrison would not be able to withstand it.

"Let me do it."

Yang Chenghua saw it and raised his hand.

"Thank you, senior."

Li Yan handed over the bronze basket without saying a word.

Others were more interested in Yang Chenghua's identity and couldn't understand why Li Yan, who was so arrogant, was so respectful to him...

What they didn't know was that Yang Chenghua had already absorbed a huge amount of incense from Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun at this time, so using the incense to help the Dragon Girl was not a problem at all.

In any case, things have been arranged.

Li Yan patted Wu Ba on the shoulder before turning around and leaving with a group of people from the Qingcheng Sect.

They are mainly going to set up the altar. Master and disciple Cheng Jianxin, Yang Chenghua, and the rest of Zhulin Liuxian will stay with the army.

"Master..."

Looking at Cheng Jianxin's increasingly old face, Chang Tianque felt sad and hurriedly supported him.

This time, Cheng Jianxin did not stop him.

He let Chang Tianque hold his left arm and looked up into the distance. His cloudy eyes were a little dazed, as if he was thinking of something, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Master, what are you laughing at?"

"Nothing. I just remembered the battle with the remnants of the Golden Horde in the northern border. The situation was as serious as it is today."

"At that time, several people who usually disliked each other cooperated with each other and even took the blame for each other."

"The blood and courage of our Shenzhou has never been cut off..."

………………

Swish swish!
In the wind and snow, figures flashed across the roof.

In order to avoid being disturbed by people on the street, Li Yan and his companions used their light body skills to climb roofs and walls as soon as they went out.

The blood-red lights below dyed the thick fog red.

The crowd was like ghosts walking on a river of blood.

Following behind were all elite soldiers from Mount Qingcheng, so Li Yan ran without reservation. His body was as fast as lightning, and in less than an incense stick of time, he arrived at the streets near the Shu King's Mansion.

They hid in the darkness, looking at the palace in the distance.

One hundred and eight funeral lanterns emitted a cold light, like an isolated island, excluding the bloody fog around it.

And below, there was a huge black army.

"This is the soul-guiding lamp of the Dark Cult!"

Ming Shanzi said in a deep voice: "This item is difficult to make, and the Dark Sect rarely releases it. It seems that this demon has prepared it a long time ago."

Underworld Cult...A figure suddenly appeared in Li Yan's mind.

Holding long banners, they sang mourning songs.

Although the name of the Dark Cult sounds scary, it is actually a decent sect of Taoism that originated from the palace sacrifices in the Qin and Han dynasties and is proficient in various funeral techniques.

His good friend in Chang'an, the Night Cryer Shen Sanyou, is a member of the Underworld Cult.

At that time, it looked like a mountain, unfathomable.

I have reached this point without realizing it...

Throwing away all the thoughts in his mind, Li Yan turned his head and said:

"Everyone, get ready."

Everyone in the Qingcheng Sect was well prepared.

Hearing his words, they suddenly dispersed.

Figures in Taoist robes fluttered in the scarlet mist like cranes, spreading out to the surrounding areas with Li Yan as the center.

The location they chose was called Heyun Tower.

This restaurant is very famous in Chengdu Prefecture. When a top scholar from the previous dynasty returned, many dignitaries came to greet him, and suddenly a flying crane descended.

Some people say this is a good sign, implying a meteoric rise to fame.

Immediately, a wealthy businessman suggested building a restaurant. Later, the number one scholar really became a high-ranking official, so this place was also called the Number One Scholar Building.

Chengdu students will choose this place to entertain friends and guests.

Of course, the Zhuangyuan Building was deserted at this time.

If you want the altar to be strong, you must build it high.

The people of Qingcheng wanted to use the height of Zhuangyuan Building to suppress the other side.

Mingshanzi's Taoist robe fluttered in the wind. He was checking with a compass in one hand and throwing out small flags from the backpack behind him with the other hand.

At the same time, a Taoist priest threw out coins.

Bang bang bang!
As the flag of law fell, it just passed through the air of the copper coin and was nailed into the gaps between the surrounding blue bricks and black tiles.

If someone looks from above, they will find that these flags form a Bagua pattern, and the Qingcheng Taoists' sleeves are fluttering, as if the Bagua is flowing.

As for Li Yan, he sat cross-legged, concentrating and calming his mind.

The Taoists from the Qingcheng Sect are setting up the Jingyang Altar.

The altar of the orthodox Xuanmen sect is inseparable from the "Sixty True Jing" and the "Thirty True Altar". "Jing" is used for internal defense, and "tan" is used to perform magic.

"Jingyang Altar" is a special one among them.

In "Shuowen Jiezi", "Jing" means light and sunlight, and can also be extended to mean "a symbol of prominence and auspiciousness."

There is a saying in Taoism that "when the Jingyang bell rings, all the immortals gather together", so the greatest function of the "Jingyang Altar" is to summon the immortals.

Although the Qingcheng Sect was famous for its martial arts and sword techniques, there was also a Zhengyi lineage on the mountain, so their methods of opening altars and setting up rituals were not bad.

Soon, many formation flags were put into place.

Kun Dao Lan Chen Zi galloped and leaped on the snow-covered roof, with the red rope in his hand weaving together all the flags.

Then, she suddenly fell down, making hand gestures and performing the steps.

Buzz!
The thirty-six golden needles in the hair trembled together, and all the magic flags trembled as well. The strong energy rose up and connected into one.

The construction of an ordinary Jingyang Altar takes a long time.

Setting up an altar, playing music, burning incense…

The process is extremely complicated, and some Taoists can't even bear it.

But for experts like them, they can use various means to build temporary structures that are barely sufficient.

But the necessary rules still need to be in place.

In addition to the assistants, the Taoists also, under the command of Mingshanzi, divided people into groups to guard the altar and look after the altar.

Soon, the incense started to burn.

Li Yan held the "Bing Ding Sheng Gui Talisman" in his hand, and his mind and soul were focused inside.

He dared to make such a promise, so there must be a reason.

One is that he has already imagined leaving Luofeng Mountain, and with the help of the fairy mountain Boshan furnace, he built the outer altar and the palace of the Eight Generals, and could use the purest Fengdu method.

The second is his status as a celestial official.

The origin of his "Bing Ding Sheng Gui Talisman" was strange. As soon as the test from the Thunder Department was over, he was ordered to deliver this thing to his door.

It was obvious how unwilling the Taoist master Juechen was at that time.

Li Yan already had some guesses in his mind.

In the Daluo Dharma Realm, there is a group of people who want to cause trouble.

Now, others are taking action.

They should be the supporters of the Heavenly Law, and they cannot take the initiative to go down to the mortal world, which would violate the Heavenly Law, so they have to use his hand...

……

While everyone in Qingcheng was busy, the Chongqing army also started to set off.

Boom boom boom!
Tens of thousands of armors surged, and the ground shook.

The snow on the roofs on both sides fell down with a loud noise.

The solemn and murderous atmosphere seemed to disperse the thick fog before eyes.

Such a commotion naturally attracted the attention of people on the street.

"Ah~"

Intensive and crazy roars rang out.

These people had gone completely crazy at this point, their eyes were bloodshot, their mouths and eyes were crooked, and they were drooling as they rushed towards the army.

"Prepare!"

At Zhao Xianda's command, the soldiers raised their firearms one after another.

Three-eyed gun, bird gun, magic fire gun...

Their firearms were obviously inferior to those of the Shu Palace.

But it's more than enough to kill people.

Cold sweat broke out on Zhao Xianda's forehead.

If possible, he would not want to attack these innocent people.

But the people who were cursed were too crazy.

Once you get close, you may be infected by the spell.

The real enemy is the Shu Palace army. Zhao Xianda does not want to lose a large number of troops here because of mercy.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Yang Chenghua.

But in the crowd, Yang Chenghua was holding a bronze flower basket in his hand, and the people around him dispersed to let him come to the front of the formation.

"rise!"

There was no complicated spell. Yang Chenghua just gave a low shout, and the wind whistled around him, and snow flew and enveloped him.

Many people behind saw this and their expressions changed slightly.

Many of them are experts in numerology, and if they are well prepared, they can also create something like the one in front of them.

What really frightened them was that a strong smell of incense suddenly burst out from Yang Chenghua's body and flowed into the bronze flower basket.

Even the secular gods in the mountain temples cannot possess this level of incense power, and it is still growing.

Buzz!
As the power of incense was injected, the bronze flower basket vibrated more and more violently.

Call ~
Finally, the strong wind blew and formed a tornado above the flower basket.

Unlike before, the tornado, which absorbed a large amount of incense, became as thick as a bucket, winding deep into the sky until it disappeared.

This tornado also vaguely appears in the shape of a dragon.

Soon, the aroma of incense and candles from the surrounding streets all gathered towards Yang Chenghua.

Rumble!
Thunder roared in the night sky.

Not long after, it started to drizzle.

The drizzle was freezing cold.

Falling to the ground, the red snow began to melt.

When the rain fell on their faces, the people stopped in their tracks.

Some people regained consciousness quickly and looked around at a loss.

"go!"

Zhao Xianda gave loud orders and the army moved forward again.

They advanced in a mandarin duck formation, raised their firearms, and following the orders from the front, fired into the sky.

The awakened people saw this and fled in all directions, revealing the street leading to the Shu King's Palace...

(End of this chapter)