Rune

Chapter 11 That stroke caught my eye

Except for the ghost domain in the extreme south, this world is the territory of Daqin, and in the north of the territory, facing the boundary of Atami, there is a mountain range that stretches for thousands of miles, called Qianmo Mountain.
There are seven peaks on Qianmo Mountain, and there are hundreds of miles of cableways connecting each peak. Under the influence of runes, these cableways glide ten times faster than a horse. It only takes half a day to go back and forth.

Youran Peak is the first peak of Qianmo Mountain. It is usually open to the people of Daqin. There are many temples on the peak, where worship, pilgrimage, prayers, charms, and other matters are gathered here.

On the mountainside of Youran Peak, there is a big temple. This temple is far away from the mountain road, and there are not many people coming and going, so it is considered clean.

At this moment, in the great temple, on the futon, an old man was concentrating on writing something on a piece of paper with a pen.

If you take a closer look, it is a word [一].

The old man looked at what he had written, shook his head, then raised his pen, and wrote it again. Then he shook his head again.

Looking around the temple, there are papers thrown around in a mess.

Paper balls, confetti, some paper was torn into several pieces, some were intact, but there were a few shoe prints on it, and what was even more, most of them were burned directly.

What these papers have in common is that they are all filled with the word [一].

The old talisman master is 70 years old this year, but he still stays on the Youran Peak. Although he has entered the talisman way, it is difficult to improve, so he can only bear the worship of thousands of people in this first peak.

And every time the talisman masters who travel down the mountain are basically selected on the Youran Peak.

For example, more than half a year ago, the old master Fu went down the mountain, and on the way of traveling, he passed a place called 'Yucheng'.

There. There is a talisman.

No, it cannot be said to be a talisman. In fact, there are many talismans. These talismans are all written on the cheapest rice paper, layer by layer.

On the top one, it says [[-]].

So the old talisman master only saw this stroke. He wanted to flip through the talisman traces below, but he didn't dare to touch it casually.To this day, he still has some regrets.

But it doesn't matter, because even if it is only this stroke, it is difficult for him to imitate.

This one is so beautiful, so perfect.

The first flower in spring is the most beautiful, the first sun of the day is the most brilliant, and the first kiss of a virgin is the sweetest.

All the talisman masters, when writing the first talisman, must also be the most abundant and full of talisman.

In the future, no matter how deeply enlightened the talisman is, and no matter how magnificent the talisman is written, I will still never forget the moment when I swiped the pen many years ago.

And the stroke that the old man was lucky enough to see in the restaurant in Yucheng was like it was written by a person who had never stepped into the Tao of talisman, and it had a new energy that made people tremble.

But that stroke is so sophisticated, the talisman traces appear in the brush and ink, only the most talented talisman teacher, the senior talisman who has written countless talismans, can have that kind of brushwork.

What is this called. This is called back to basics!This is called the cleansing of lead!

Washed to that stroke, there is no sign at all, only the direction of the ink.In fact, it is right to think about it, if you poured the meaning into that stroke, how could the ink stay on the paper.That thin piece of paper must have been turned into flying ash the moment the pen was written, maybe even the table below would fall apart.

The old man knew that this must be the senior from some other peak who went to the foot of the mountain, wanting to learn about talismans among the people and practice with peace of mind. He didn't dare to disturb him at all, for fear of touching the taboo of the senior, so he left the city overnight.

After that, he returned to the mountain, but his heart could not be calm for a long time. He couldn't help picking up the brush and began to copy the stroke in his heart.

This writing is half a year
Unknowingly, from April to April, the vegetation is in full bloom.

Today, a talisman master came down from [Wanxi Peak].

After staying on it for more than two years, I couldn't bear it anymore, so I came to the front mountain to see the flowers, enjoy the wind, and look at the people who are busy worshiping.

The young talisman seemed to be in his early 30s, with his black hair tied back in a high bun, which was very eye-catching.

But he just looks young, his body and mind already exude stale and bloody smell.

There was no other way to do this, after all, on Wanxi Peak, there were all ghosts transported from the southern battlefield.Dealing with those ghosts all day, how could it not be stale and bloody.

Just imagine, those ghosts are all extremely huge. The small ghosts are seven or eight meters long, while the big ghosts are two to thirty meters long and weigh more than a thousand catties.And this group of people surrounded these ghosts all day long, using knives to cut the scarlet skin of the ghosts, cut open the flesh and blood, and studied their organs, bones, and muscles. Some people even tried to study the ghosts. Roaring, delusional to understand the language of ghosts.

In short, the people on Wanxi Peak are all lunatics and old lunatics!One by one, they used perverted runes to mend their skins to make themselves look young, and deceive themselves to work for a few more years.

The talisman master was walking along the mountain road, breathing in the fresh smell without blood in the wind, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

Not long after, the man came to a big temple.

Walking into the temple, he saw an old man writing something on the futon, muttering while writing.

"No. Not this time. No way."

He was a little curious, so he walked over and asked, "What are you doing?" The voice was really stale, like rusted wood.

The old talisman stared, turned around, looked at the body in front of him that was several decades younger than himself, smelled the very special smell of blood at the tip of his nose, and immediately understood the identity of the other party, so he bowed to salute.

"Senior, I am writing the talisman next."

"Oh? Let me see?"

As he spoke, the man stretched out his hand, unceremoniously picked up the piece of paper on the table, and glanced at it.

But just look at it this way!

The man stopped moving!

Not only does it not move, but it also doesn't speak, and ignores people, as if suddenly turned into a sculpture, stuck in place, and there is no expression on the patched face, just keep looking, keep looking
After more than half an hour, the man finally raised his head!
"This way of writing? This way of writing!!! Where did you see it?!" The man asked with a trembling voice.

The old talisman was startled: "Yuyu City"

"Yucheng.?!" The man repeated the old Fushi's words several times, and suddenly, he looked at the scattered papers again: "Burn it!" He said without beginning or end

"What?" The old Fu Shi was surprised.

"I told you to burn all the copied paper, don't keep a single piece of paper!!"

After saying that, he turned around abruptly, hurried out of the temple gate, and went straight to the top of the mountain——

(End of this chapter)