Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

Mr. Kui crossed his arms and stretched his neck forward, and the scarf covering his face was almost touching Fang Bailu's face.

Amid the strange rustling sound, a stick figure of a person appeared on the scarf, with several small arrows extending from various parts of the face, pointing to the text annotations on the side:

"Nose: straight and full, a lifetime of wealth and prosperity. Forehead: full forehead, great fortune and wisdom..."

Fang Bailu looked at the pattern that looked like a face-reading commentary and was stunned:

"Are you talking about me? Is he reading my fortune?"

Mr. Kui took a step back and pointed at Fang Bailu:

"It's you! I've been waiting for you here for a long time."

The exclamation mark was more than twice the size of the text and kept flashing.

"Wait for me? Did he predict that I would be here... No, any prediction targeting me would fail, right?"

The last time Mr. Kui was affected by the disruption of heaven’s will and used a little ghost to ward off disaster is still vivid in my mind.

Mr. Kui had no intention of explaining to Fang Bailu. The words on the handkerchief continued to flash by themselves:

"Good, good, good! I have great luck here, and you are the one who fulfills my destiny..."

The words on the scarf suddenly stopped, and were covered by a new line of words:

"Have we met somewhere before?"

Fang Bailu bowed respectfully:

"Master, have you forgotten? I had the good fortune to meet you once at Fu Yisheng's residence that day."

Mr. Kui clenched his fist and hammered it on the palm of his other hand:

"Yes! You are the son of an outer sect Taoist priest. I didn't have the time to read your face that day."

"Why is he so polite today? What does it mean that I can accept his good fortune... Damn it, what a charlatan!"

Fang Bailu felt uneasy, confused, and even more anxious.

How come I happened to meet him here?

Mr. Kui rubbed the corner of the handkerchief with his right hand and hesitated for a moment:

"You and I are destined to be together! I'll give you something today."

He rummaged in his trouser pocket for a while, then spread his palm in front of Fang Bailu:

A small mahjong tile lay in Mr. Kui's palm, which was yellowed by cigarette smoke.

That is a "Fa" card.

Mr. Kui shrugged:

"Keep it, you will need it...at least that's what the hexagram says."

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Chapter 45: Summoning Spirits

Seeing that Fang Bailu didn't react, Mr. Kui raised his palm upwards again.

"No merit, no reward! How can I just accept the gift from the Immortal Master?"

Fang Bailu did not take the mahjong tile. Instead, he put his hands behind his back and looked flattered.

Seeing Mr. Kui's eagerness, Fang Bailu became even more confused:

"If someone shows kindness to you without any reason, he is either a traitor or a thief..."

"Don't worry! This thing is free! It's just a keepsake, just hold on to it and don't talk nonsense!"

Mr. Kui stretched out his sticky arm, grabbed Fang Bailu's wrist and pulled him forward. He slammed the mahjong tile into Fang Bailu's hand and turned away.

Although he walked very fast, the four people wrapped in white cloth followed him closely, supporting the awning with slow steps, and never left Mr. Kui's side.

In a moment, Mr. Kui disappeared among the white lines formed by the heavy rain.

Fang Bailu brought the mahjong tile closer to his eyes and looked at it carefully:

It looks smooth and delicate, and feels warm and smooth to the touch. The dark red "发" in the middle is sunken inward, and raindrops slide down the surface.

"What do you mean? Will I become rich and have good fortune?"

After thinking about it for a while, Fang Bailu couldn't figure out why Mr. Kui gave him this "token".

Who is this token for?

He hesitated for a moment, but still stuffed the mahjong tiles into his pocket and continued to go to the hardware store.

This is just an interlude, the real thing is yet to come.

……

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, with streams of water hitting Fang Bailu's head. The force of the water was so strong that it even caused him some pain.

The neon tubes on the sign of Fang's Hardware Store were blown askew by the strong wind, and the rusted welds made a strange creaking sound, but it was quickly drowned out by the howling wind and rain.

Looking at Anbennola standing under the sign, Fang Bailu couldn't help but feel a sense of déjà vu:

"Damn it, this is where all the trouble started."

That night, Anbenola also waited in front of the hardware store.

"What is that?" Fang Bailu saw that she was carrying a small suitcase.

Tuk Tuk——

Anbennola knocked on the glass door and gestured to Fang Bailu, then pushed the door open and walked in.

Fang Bailu sighed and followed her.

The hardware store was very different from the mess it was in a few days ago:

Fang Bailu sold the garbage and damaged goods that were previously piled up in the corner to the garbage man at the price of five cents per kilogram, and also washed away the thick layer of dust and dirt accumulated on the floor.

Rows of unopened shelves and samples sent by manufacturers were leaning against the store door, and they had not yet been installed.

Only the original counter space remained empty: the explosion-proof table top would take some time to be customized.

"You came here alone..." Fang Bailu brushed off the water droplets on his raincoat and glanced at Anbennola's mask.

The question sounded a bit pretentious: Fang Bailu would find it strange if the mastermind behind Anbennola came up openly.

hum!

Anbennola's flying sword "Orchid" had been unsheathed at some point, and the pale and ferocious blade was hidden in the shadow next to the glass door.

"Anyone who comes close will be killed immediately."

"Orchid" shook gently a few times, as if responding to Anbennola's orders.

Fang Bailu looked at the rain outside the store:

"No one will come in this weather, right?"

An Bennola ignored Fang Bailu's mocking question. She walked straight to the middle of the hardware store and put the suitcase in her hand on the ground:

"You don't have a visualization machine here, so I need to open the altar and perform a ritual."

The bun's straps were gently untied, revealing strands of nerves that fell to the shoulders like long hair.

Fang Bailu was stunned:

"Perform a ritual? Perform what ritual?"

Anbenola took off the mask with both hands and put it in front of the box. Fine beads of sweat gathered on her forehead and nose, and even her bangs were wet.

Under the light of the newly installed incandescent lamps in the store, the skin on her cheeks was so transparent that faint blue veins could be seen.

She pointed her finger at the ceiling and her green eyes swept over Fang Bailu:

"It's just a little 'fasting and prayer ritual'. I want to call him over."

"Pick...pick what?"

Fang Bailu didn't understand this difficult word at all.

But he still took two steps back, leaving the open space in the center for Anbennola to perform the ritual.

Anbenola lifted the light golden hair beside her ears and tapped the small box lightly.

The top of the black box expanded and opened outward. Four legs popped out from the bottom, propping it up to half the height of a person.

After a crackling sound, the box had transformed into a square table.

brush-

A black and red cover was spread over the table, with gold embroidered along the edges.

"Ah, a portable altar..."

I heard that this kind of altar is mostly custom-made, so it has never been available in Fang’s Hardware Store.

A metal "pot" extended from the center of the platform, constantly rotating in all directions: it was a receiving antenna.

There are bayonet holes at both ends, embedded with various ritual instruments: bells, court tablets, command flags, altar wood...

Anbennola's dark carbon fiber robe silently turned deep red and transformed into a crimson robe.

There was a strange pattern printed on the back of the vestment: a circle formed by two prosthetic hands.

Their fingers manipulate tools, installing parts on each other's wrists—

This is a Tai Chi diagram with the concept of "von Neumann machine", which means the yin-yang cycle of "self-replication and endless life".

She placed the mask on the altar, picked up a Sanqing bell from the slots at both ends, and shook it gently.

beep—

As the bell began to ring intermittently, a brilliant display of light appeared on the ground, with the platform at its center:

This is a star map.

Anbenola followed the light cast by the planetarium, her feet dragging on the ground. Her knees were bent to the right, and her body was like a twisted compass.

She stepped on a shining star, and two voices came out of her thin lips at the same time:

"Tianshu/Ursa Major Alpha-Dubhe."

"So it's a ritual requirement... I used to think her vocal cord modification was just some quirk."

Anbennola put the index and middle fingers of his left hand together and made sword gestures towards the mask on the platform.

The mask shook slightly as she moved, and dark red patches lit up where her eyes should be.

The receiving antenna in the center of the platform is aimed vertically upward toward the zenith and no longer rotates.

"Tianxuan/Ursa Major Beta-Merak."

……

As Anbennola stepped forward, the color blocks on the mask and the star map on the ground lit up alternately.

Fang Bailu watched the scene with interest: this was the first time he had seen such a "practice".

After a while, the nine stars of the Big Dipper, seven visible and two invisible, finally lit up, and Anbennola shouted in a low voice:

"As ordered by law, hereby declare!"

The full-face mask on the altar gave off a subtle tremor:

The dark red blocks were divided into three horizontal lines, two long and one short, which looked like someone had used a watercolor pen to draw a rough face on the mask.

Something got inside the mask.

"You guys chat." Anbennola wiped the sweat from his face with the sleeve of his robe and walked up the stairs to the second floor.

"You're leaving now? Why don't you introduce yourself to me..."

Fang Bailu and the mask looked at each other in bewilderment for a moment.

The two thick horizontal lines on the top of the mask suddenly curved upward like crescents, like twisted smile lines: