The heavens start from Maoshan

Chapter 43 The Secret of the Big Smoke Pot
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At night, the wind was blowing.

Zhang Heng was sitting behind the altar, with Wang Blind, Paper Figure Zhang, and Yan Guo Liu beside him.

Look up.

The water in the pool was as black as ink, rippled by the wind.

On the altar, Aunt Zhu San recited something, and the golden scissors hanging under the Kongming lantern also glittered with gold.

"It should be possible. Although Zhu Santai is old, the white immortal enshrined by her is not weak."

"With the White Immortal's support and this golden scissors called a rare treasure, it's not easy for that thing to rush out."

It was Liu Da Yanguo who spoke.

He seems to be comforting himself, and it seems that he is comforting everyone.

Hearing his words, everyone felt a little calmer and looked at the water quietly.

"coming!"

A wave suddenly burst out of the pool, and a blue-clothed woman emerged from the water.

In the next second, the golden scissors suddenly appeared, as if the golden scissors would give Chu Mei a head-on blow if they dared to fly out.

Puff.
Chu Meiren didn't rush out. It looked at Aunt Zhu San who was on the shore, and then looked at the colorful flags and golden scissors hanging over the water pool, and lowered its head and got into the water again.

call.
Seeing that Chu Meiren disappeared, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Only Aunt Zhu on the altar had a condensed expression on her face, because she knew her situation.

She is really too old, if Chu Meiren wanted to rush out today, she could still fight with it while holding her breath.

If you can hurt it, not only today, but also tomorrow will be worry-free.

It is a pity that it was not fooled, but chose to avoid its edge.

As the saying goes, once and again, again and again, and three and exhausted.

Until tomorrow night, Aunt Zhu San asked herself that her mental state might be much worse than today.

"Today is over."

Until dawn, Chu Meiren did not come out again.

Looking at the white skyline in the east, everyone helped Zhu Santai up and fed her some lean meat porridge.

"Old and useless."

With the support of the crowd, Third Aunt Zhu shook her head and sighed, as if she was sighing that the sky was not a holiday: "Last night, I just sat all night, and my legs lost feeling. If it was 20 years earlier."

"Old sister, this is the first night, tomorrow night"

Liu Da Yanguo hesitated.

"I can still hold on."

Aunt Zhu San had a kind expression on her face: "If anything changes tomorrow night, you have to help me."

"It's natural."

Everyone nodded.

As soon as the day dawned, all the evil spirits retreated and there was nothing to do.

Zhang Heng asked someone to add oil to the Kongming lantern to check whether the lantern paper was damaged.

On the other side, a group of people was asked to camp at the back mountain, lighting a fire to cook, so that the four strange people could rest.

Take a hot shower and change into clean clothes.

At this time, it was already bright, Zhang Heng called everyone together, ate the meat around the hot pot, and said, "Last night, Chu Meiren took a big head and retreated. If you want to force it back tomorrow night, I'm afraid it won't be so easy. "

"Soldiers will block it, and water will cover it. If the third aunt can't support it, isn't there still a bunch of old bones like us."

Wang Blind stroked his beard: "Today, during the day, I built the yin and yang inversion fascination array around the water pool. My method is not simple. People, ghosts, spirits, and spirits are fascinated by the formation, and even ghosts cannot escape. I don't think the surnamed Chu will know this formation, so I will try my best to deceive it for a night or two."

Liu Da Yanguo was happy when he heard the sound: "Blind man, you are really capable. Where did you learn such a powerful formation?"

Blind Wang sighed: "I went to the tomb with others, and was trapped by this formation for 83 days, but it was a blessing in disguise, and I brought out this ability from the tomb."

Forehead.
Zhang Heng understood.

He said why he had never heard of Zhiduanmen, and thought it was a small faction, not famous.

Looking at it now, this Zhiduanmen is probably long gone, and the tomb under Wang Xingzi belonged to a certain ancestor of this Zhiduanmen.

"83 days, how did you survive?"

Paper Man Zhang asked strangely.

"then."

Wang Blind was silent for a while: "We went down with three people."

vomit.
After that, I retched when I smelled the meaty aroma of the hot pot.

Paper Man Zhang's face turned even paler, and he asked with difficulty, "Where's the other one?"

Wang Blind wiped his mouth and didn't answer.

The people stopped talking.

Wang Blind seemed to have opened the chatterbox and said, "I have also suffered retribution." After speaking, he took off his sunglasses, revealing two terrifying eye holes: "Among the two people who went to the grave with me, one of them was a bit of a family. , I was chased and killed all the time, and these eyes were also lost halfway."

Yan Guo Liu felt emotionally: "If the sky is in love, the sky is also old, and the right path in the world is vicissitudes."

Blind Wang was silent.

If there is a choice, he really wants to go back to starvation to death with the two of them, rather than live.

At least this won't make him wandering, wandering outside for half his life, with nowhere to go.

"I'm luckier than you."

Maybe he knew his life was going to die soon, or maybe he felt that he couldn't survive the current hurdle, so the paper figure Zhang also said, "I had an adventure when I was young, and I found a secret book in a cave."

"I regard it as a treasure, and I fantasize about being successful and famous, and I fantasize about being rich."

"In the end, I went back to town, took over the paper-making shop, and took this whole body to work, and married a woman my mother wanted me to marry."

"I shouldn't be content, but I'm content."

"Apart from this left-handed technique, there is nothing in me that can be seen by others, and how can I be successful and rich?"

With self-deprecating light laughter, everyone's eyes turned to Aunt Zhu San.

Aunt Zhu San has always been cheerful. She is an old lady who looks very warm and kind. She smiles very kindly: "I was born at the foot of Changbai Mountain, and my ancestors have been disciples for several generations."

"When I was a child, I heard people say that Guannai is the territory of Buddhism and Taoism, and there is no place for my shamanism."

"I didn't believe it, and my anger was high, so I went out."

"50 years have passed in a flash, and I have been to many places. After I turned 60, I looked down on everything, so I stayed in Dongling River and built a small temple, which can be regarded as a shelter from the wind and rain."

Zhang Heng listened quietly and found that they were all people with stories.

He couldn't help but look at Liu Da Yanguo, he believed that Liu Da Yanguo also had a story, and his story must be more beautiful than others.

"My story isn't really good."

"I am the branch of Bailian, born in Da Luodao, and I was the Dharma King of the Left Road when I was most brilliant."

"As you all know later, we went round and round, and we became victims. In the end, we were defeated by Li Bingheng, the governor of Dongshan in Ma Liangji. I was lucky not to die, but that's what happened."

Liu Da Yanguo patted his broken leg.

"I've heard about the Da Luo Dao. Since you are the Dharma King of the Left Road, what about your cultivation?"

Aunt Zhu San hesitated.

"Foundation realm."

Liu Da Yanguo was smoking a cigarette: "I first entered Foundation Establishment at that time, and I was not small in Da Luodao, and I was a little flirtatious."

"It's a pity that this time is no longer the Tang and Song Dynasties. Even the bronze-armored corpse, the treasure of my Daluo Dao town school, can't hold hundreds of red-clothed cannons."

(End of this chapter)