One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 28: Talisman Arrow

The Eighteen Plateaus of Yin and Yang are used to hone your magical powers and practice basic skills.

After that, he took out another book to read.

Because it was daytime, he sat in the house and read "Qiu Tan Shan Tan Fa - Volume 3".

This Qiutan Mountain is famous for its 'altar method'.

Altar magic is not a simple formation, but a large-scale spell that requires the establishment of an altar, the arrangement of formations, and the combination of many other conditions.

Opening the altar and performing rituals can change the weather in an area. It can cause snow in June, hot and dry winter, or continuous heavy rain, and one can pray for rain and clear skies, etc.

However, Qiutan Mountain was destroyed by a sudden demon thirty years ago.

However, to this day, everyone believes that there must be humans behind the demons and ghosts, otherwise, the demons and ghosts would not have been able to seize such a good opportunity.

After the altar method of Qiutan Mountain was spread, everyone felt that the writing of the altar method of Qiutan Mountain was clear and very suitable for inheritance. It could be learned even by self-study. Unlike the altar methods of other sects, which emphasize the word "enlightenment", even if you have learned it yourself, it is difficult to teach others.

As a large sect, Tiandu Mountain will not steal other people's skills, but it will still deduce or collect them.

This spell was also collected in Tiandu Mountain, and Zhao Fuyun copied it out himself in the Dharma Collection Building.

The altar method is about offering sacrifices to the gods, sensing the stars, and combining the terrain and the weather of the world to bring them together. In the final analysis, it is still the unity of heaven, earth and man, but the ingenuity of it needs someone to point it out to you.

The main altar method discussed in "Qiutan Mountain Altar Method - Volume Three" is called "Fire Burning Yin". This was specially copied by Zhao Fuyun before he left the mountain because he himself had a top-grade statue of the Red Lord, and then he cultivated the Red Flame Talisman.

Therefore, when he chooses some spells, he will have biases. At this time, it makes no sense for him to choose water magic to practice in depth.

This altar method can change the climate of a place. If a place has been rainy for a long time and there are evil spirits hiding there, then this altar method can dispel the evil spirit of the rain.

The altar method of 'Fire Burning Yin' is the basics, and what really needs to be studied in depth and refined are the various changes added on this basis.

He read it carefully and constructed the changes in his mind.

However, that night, he heard a deafening noise coming from outside the city. It turned out that someone was beating drums and gongs and shouting something loudly.

Zhao Fuyun looked at the sky. A bright star was twinkling in the east, there were three, four or five stars in the west, the moon was hidden in the clouds, and the thick clouds in the sky were glowing faintly.

The wind blowing from the other side of the river was a little chilly, making this summer exceptionally cool.

He stood up, took the needle bag, and headed out of the city.

When he went out, every household in the city seemed to have heard the noise. People came out and headed outside the city, some with their families, some with children crying and some with adults shouting.

When passing by Zhao Fuyun's house, they stopped slightly and let Zhao Fuyun go first.

Zhao Fuyun knew that they were still afraid of him.

He just nodded to the people standing there, and he didn't know whether anyone could see him in the darkness.

However, at this time the county magistrate Zhu Puyi also happened to come over. He shouted the instruction and walked side by side with him.

"Sir, do you know why everyone is going outside at this time?" Zhao Fuyun asked.

"I'm not sure about the details, but it seems to be a tradition in Wuze. I'll ask a local to tell me about it." After Zhu Puyi finished speaking, he called out to the person behind him, "Mi Liang, Mi Liang, come here."

A thin young man ran up quickly.

"This is the newly appointed head of the constable squad of the county government. He is from the local Mi family. His family makes a living by growing medicinal herbs. He is a good family man. He heard that the county government was short of people, so he came to apply."

Zhao Fuyun looked at him. Although the young man looked thin, he had a knife on his waist. Judging from the cloth wrapped around the handle, it was obvious that the knife was often used. When he looked over, he lowered his head respectfully as a greeting, but there was no timidity in his eyes. He looked like a good martial artist and a courageous man.

He knew that the fire had made many people see a different situation, so some people were willing to take a gamble, which was why some people came to the county government.

"Mi Liang, tell the instructor what's going on?" Zhu Puyi said.

"Your Excellency, the various ancestral halls in the county are trying to expel the nightmare ghosts from the river. Every year, a nightmare ghost grows up in the river and disrupts everyone's normal fishing. Therefore, they need to be expelled or killed so that everyone's fishing will not be so dangerous in the coming year."

Zhao Fuyun thought of the eerie creature sitting in the boat during the day.

"Is it needed every year?" Zhao Fuyun asked.

"Yes, because there are so many evil spirits in the foggy river, it only takes a year for a powerful nightmare ghost to grow up." Mi Liang said.

Zhao Fuyun thought, if it was just an ordinary river, how could it harbor evil spirits like this? Was it because of the riverbed of this section of the river, or was there something wrong with the source?

"Can you tell me the origin of this foggy river?" Zhao Fuyun asked.

"The origin of the Fog River? What origin could the Fog River have? This Fog River existed before our Wu Ze County existed." Mi Liang said reflexively.

"Have the elders in your tribe ever told us any legends about this foggy river?" Zhu Puyi interrupted.

"I seem to have heard of these rumors when I was a child. They were all untrue. I don't like to listen to them. Whenever this happens, I can't sit still and just want to practice swordsmanship. Most of the time, I practice swordsmanship in the woods and go to the mountains to fight wild beasts to practice swordsmanship..."

"Forget it, forget it. It seems you don't know anything." Zhu Puyi said this, and glanced at Zhao Fuyun. He found that he did not show any impatience or disgust, so he said, "Speaking of which, before I came here, I did check some files, among which there are some legends about Wuhe. However, these legends are quite absurd. Would you like to listen to them, Master?"

"Of course, please go ahead, sir," said Zhao Fuyun.

The two of them were talking as they walked, not very fast. The people behind them did not want to overtake them, so they just followed behind them. Mi Liang saw that there was no need for him to reply, so he slowly fell behind and walked and talked with the people behind.

"I have read a book called 'Miscellaneous Notes on Mountains and Rivers in Southern Xinjiang', which said that a long, long time ago, this river was the birthplace of the fog monster, so it established a fog kingdom in this river. All young men and women who strayed into it would be buried in the river, but their bodies would not rot, and their souls would appear in the fog and become a member of this fog kingdom."

"Is that it?" Zhao Fuyun asked again, "If that's the case, it's impossible that no one has come to explore it over the years."

"That's true, so this statement is not credible." Zhu Puyi said.

Zhao Fuyun didn't think this statement was completely unreliable.

The foggy river outside the city was not far away. They were already out of the county while they were talking. The sound of gongs and drums was so deafening that they stopped talking and walked to the riverside. They saw more than ten gongs and drums set up along the river. Each person beating the gongs and drums was a strong young man with torches lit around him, making fierce sounds, one wave after another.

Zhao Fuyun understood at a glance that this was a way to drive away the nightmare ghost in the river.

Because it was night and the angle he was standing at, he couldn't see what was in the river, only darkness.

He went towards the direction of the Chijun Temple, which was located on the hillside nearby. There were also some people standing there watching. When they saw Zhao Fuyun coming, those who were talking fell silent.

Zhu Puyi followed closely behind him, and behind him followed Mi Liang, and behind Mi Liang followed two young men, also carrying weapons, probably his brothers or friends.

Someone made way for him to stand over and look, his eyes shining with excitement, and he vaguely saw a boat in the river.

The boat he saw during the day was still there. He remembered that there was a nightmare ghost in the boat. The wind blowing from the river at this time was cold, which showed the strength of the yin energy in the river.

At this moment, Zhao Fuyun saw a fire burning in an iron pot on the river bank below. It seemed that some kind of resin was burning in the iron pot, and the flames were blazing.

He saw someone pick up a bow and an arrow, the front end of which was also wrapped with something black, and put them into the hot pot. When it was taken out a while later, it was already burning.

He put an arrow on the bow, drew the bow, and shot. The arrow drew a streak in the darkness and landed directly on the black-sailed boat.

The moment the arrow fell, everyone saw many river shrimps and crabs crawling away from the boat.

Faintly, everyone saw a person sitting there.

"It's Lihe!" shouted someone with good eyesight.

Zhao Fuyun also saw it clearly. It was indeed a young man. He was wet and covered in mud, with messy hair, bare feet, and disheveled clothes. There was also a crab crawling out of his hair.

The rocket landed outside the black tent not far in front of his feet.

He suddenly opened his mouth and spit, and the rocket wrapped in resin oil was instantly extinguished.

"Li He, is that you?" someone asked.

"Lihe!"

This person seemed to have quite a few friends, so many people were calling his name.

……

"Don't shout." An old man's voice said loudly.

"What's the dead guy's name? Are you going to ask him to come to your house?" said the old man.

"Anyone who dies in the foggy river will be caught by the river. Don't you know that?" another old man said.

“Release the bugs and let the flying insects bite them and try.” said the old man who spoke earlier.

"Ordinary insects can't do anything to the things in this river." someone said.

"Last year, it was Ma Wulang who did it. His golden silkworm was quite good at dealing with these things, but it's a pity that he's dead now."

"If Lingpo and Shiva are here, that's fine too. Their ghosts were caught from this river."

"If Tang Ye is here, nothing will happen."

"Stop talking, they are all dead."

"Yes, they died. They all died at once..."

"No matter what, we have to try."

So, more than ten people released the Yin ghosts from the Yin bags and black altars beside them. The Yin ghosts went to the middle of the river. However, as soon as they reached the river, the fog seemed to have life and swept the Yin ghosts into it and pulled them into the river in an instant.

“Ahhhh…” Those who lost the ghosts they raised shouted in fear.

At this time, Miss Han, who was holding the basket, lifted the cloth, and out flew some golden bugs. The golden bugs came to the sky above the boat in the middle of the river, circled, but could not land, as if they were confused.

Han Xiaoniang thought about it and the insect flew back, returning empty-handed.

Everyone was at a loss.

Just then, a voice said, "Bring me an arrow."

They turned around and saw a young man wearing clean clothes. Although not fancy, he looked simple and elegant.

This was none other than the newly arrived teacher, Zhao Fuyun, who had thoroughly understood Wu County overnight.

The young lady next to him looked at Zhao Fuyun with a strange look in her eyes.

The young man with one bare arm immediately handed over an arrow, which was a bamboo arrow.

After Zhao Fuyun took it, he looked at it, then held it in his left hand with the tip of the arrow pointing upwards, and pointed his right hand sword above the burning iron pot next to him. Everyone saw a little flame between his fingers.

Then he was seen pointing his sword at the arrow and writing something as quickly as if he was writing.

He wrote the Scarlet Flame Mantra and drew a fire talisman.

Only a tiny spark of fire was seen flickering on the arrow.

In a very short time, everyone saw that the arrow shaft was burned black. Finally, they saw him grab a handful of fire again, holding the arrowhead for a while, and seemed to be muttering something.

They saw flames surging in his hands, and when he let go, the flames dissipated. Everyone felt that the originally ordinary bamboo arrow was now emitting divine light in the darkness.

"Try shooting another arrow, directly at the things in the boat." Zhao Fuyun handed over the arrow in his hand.

(End of this chapter)