The heavens begin from the Daluo Hall

Chapter 24

squeak~
Wu Ming stepped on the branches and slowly walked towards the mountain temple on the distant hillside. The night was dark and dark, and occasionally he heard the sound of flying insects, which was indescribably eerie.

It stands to reason that according to the principle of "every temple is bound to have an accident" in Xianxia novels, he should stay far away at this time.

But this place is not far from the official road, and there is almost no danger. Besides, the mountain temples in the wild are built one after another by businessmen, mountain treasurers and other strange people. They are only for travelers to rest, and they are surrounded by extraordinary forces. Therefore, the stories that happened in the temples have always been wonderful and classic.
It can be regarded as a kind of tacit agreement. If there are more people walking, it will become a road. If there are more camps stationed, it will gradually become a temple. People will leave a lingering fragrance. Even if the merchants leave, they will not destroy the temporary camp built. In this way, generation after generation of expansion, all kinds of protective effects are superimposed, and it is as solid as gold.

Wu Ming boarded the mountain, stood in front of the dim mountain temple and stared at it for a moment, the simple and old bluestone slabs, the rubble of golden and red glaze, and the sacred and ancient temperament rushed towards his face.

Walking inside, the temperature suddenly increased, and a warm current dispelled the cold night wind. Wu Ming looked up at the main seat in the temple. There was a statue of a clay god standing tall, dressed in golden armor, majestic. It seemed that some general died. Later became a mountain god.

"There are ghosts and gods who are protecting me, it should be within the organization." Wu Ming said secretly, he stepped forward to take a root of sandalwood from a side drawer and lit it, inserted it into the incense burner of the god statue, bowed his head, and faintly felt a ray of spirituality being extracted , into the mouth and nose of the mountain god.

After paying the 'protection fee', Wu Ming ignored the gods. He found a clean floor and sat on the ground. The rules of the big man were strict, and the gods blended into the mortal world and detached from it. The gods could not interfere with ordinary people , and no matter how much mortals beseech the gods, they will never appear in front of mortals.

So Wu Ming pretended it didn't exist and did his own thing. He took out a talisman from his bosom, which was red all over. Warlock same first step.

raging~
He lit a pile of firewood with a talisman, found a clean pot in the temple, took a ladle to scoop up mountain spring water, and began to boil hot water for drinking.

The effect of the sun talisman is not limited to this, Wu Ming took out a rope and hung it aside, the red talisman shone orange-yellow, just like the sun shining on the mountain temple, dispelling the darkness and making it as clear as day.

The Great Han Empire is an extraordinary fairy dynasty, so naturally it will not be weaker than the Bluestar technological society. Talismans have already been integrated into thousands of households and penetrated into the daily life of ordinary people. The universality of talismans has greatly improved the quality of life of the Han Dynasty compared with pure feudal society.

Among them, the 'sun talisman' and 'taiyin talisman' are the most common. They are also drawn by ascetics, and then placed on the roof day and night to receive the baptism of the sun and the brilliance of the moon to recharge the talismans.

Afterwards, candle lighting was replaced, firewood was used to heat hot water, and even the two combined to simulate the effects of air conditioners, refrigerators, and heating without plugging in electricity, which is much more convenient than modern society.

Here, Wu Ming can't help but lament that the ascetics of the Han Dynasty can use the energy of all things, the literary energy of scholars can be used, the blood energy of warriors can be used, Fengshui, thunder and lightning, mountains and rivers can also be used, and the stars can be borrowed to develop various talismans as people's livelihood. Artifacts and cultivation resources, this kind of world makes Wu Ming feel that it is a truly extraordinary society.

"Clang!" Wu Ming, who was sitting on the mat, pulled out his sharp blade. This sword made of [-] forged iron, including a copy of "The Doctrine of the Mean" and a "Seven Evil Talisman" were gifts from his teacher. , I had to run away overnight after killing before, and I didn't have time to maintain and clean it.

Fighting with cold weapons is not the chic young hero in martial arts novels. After each battle, the weapons must be maintained in a trivial way, otherwise the blood will corrode and rust easily, and if there is a gap, it means that you are not responsible for your own life. Unless you are a monk, it is simple and convenient.

Fortunately, Wu Ming had another method. He took out the sword and observed it under the sun talisman. The dark red blood on it disappeared without a trace. A blood jade on the handle.

This is the seven evil talisman, which is listed as a special talisman just like the Wenqu talisman, and only a certain special spirituality can be practiced, because unlike the talisman that absorbs literary energy and solar energy, the seven evil talisman is used to extract and kill evil spirits, and the attack is the most powerful. Powerful, even more powerful than guns, and must be condensed through killing, the destructive power is too dangerous, so it was included in the ranks of the government's "control talisman".

"The teacher is quite generous. After the killing last night, he is faintly advancing." Wu Ming gently took out the gauze and wiped the sword, feeling joyful in his heart.

This is also one of the reasons why the Seven Evil Talismans were controlled, it took shape too quickly.

Finally, smearing autocratic essential oil on the sword, Wu Ming put it back into the scabbard, took out a book from the package, and prepared to have a rest before going to bed.

Because the space in the package is limited, in addition to changing clothes, he only brought two or three books, the golden mean is a must, and the rest are some leisure books to relieve the boredom of the boring journey, and these leisure books are not simple, more suitable for cultivating immortals and travel notes , which contains a lot of knowledge about cultivation, which is very precious, and it was obtained by Wu Mingtuo's fellow disciple.

""Shui Xing Zhu", "Shan Hai Jing", and "Xian Dao Yi Zhi", let's watch Yi Zhi tonight." Wu Ming looked at it with relish, this book is like a unit drama, experiencing strange horrors from the protagonist's perspective The little story seems to contain some deep meaning.

Soon, the night was getting darker, Wu Ming felt drowsy, turned down the brightness of the sun talisman, and prepared to sleep.

But at this moment, a loud noise outside the mountain temple woke him up.

First, a rough and deep voice said: "Second and third sons, there is a mountain temple in front of us, rest for one night, and we will escort the young master to Laoshan to send apprentices."

Followed by a series of tired "no" sounds.

Then a hearty and youthful voice suddenly sounded, causing everyone to cheer and raise their fighting spirit.

"Wait until the foot of Mount Lao, I'll treat you to a glass of green plum wine!"

"Cai! Good!!"

"Young master is generous!"

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A group of people gradually approached while talking and laughing, and the noise became more and more obvious. Wu Ming looked up at the door, and the first person who came in was a tough middle-aged man with a full beard and a strong military aura. He was stunned when he saw Wu Ming After a while, he nodded coldly and walked aside.

The second person who came in was a handsome and tough young man with a big frame. He had the illusion of Peng Yuyan. He smiled heartily at Wu Ming and had to admit that he was a little handsome. He was probably the young gentleman that this team called.

A dozen strong men with swords came in one after another. They were well-trained in lighting fires, cleaning, and cooking.Seeing this, Wu Ming was thoughtful: "Are you also the one who went to Laoshan to send apprentices? It looks familiar."

He ignored it, packed up and got ready to go to bed, but what he didn't expect was that the young gentleman came to him. The handsome young man walked over with a smile, cupped his hands and said, "The son of the Wang family in Xiayangqiu County, named Heng, with the name 'Boping' , I have seen Mr. Lang."

Wu Ming complained secretly, 'I want to rest, don't bother me. ’, but on the surface he didn’t dare to be negligent, and quickly got up and bowed: “Wu Ming in Xiayangqiu County, Chen Ping’s son, Zi Wu. I don’t know why brother Boping is looking for me?”

"Sure enough, it's Brother Ziwu. I looked familiar when I first came in, but I didn't expect it to be you." Wang Heng said enthusiastically, "Where is Brother Ziwu going? We are fellow villagers, so we will go together safely when we go out. It is better to have a lot of guards than you to take risks alone."

Hearing this, Wu Ming thought for a while and still told the truth: "I also went to Laoshan School to apprentice."

These days, the fellow-townsman complex is stronger than that of later generations. Not to mention that he is still a young man of the middle class, and he has served as an official. The strength is not afraid.

As soon as he said this, Wang Heng took Wu Ming's hands and said with emotion: "Brother Ziwu, this is fate. If we visit Laoshan, we must keep in touch."

Then he was a little puzzled and said: "It's just, brother Ziwu, as a disciple of Chen Daru, why do you have to go this way, wait a few years for the promotion of filial piety, and then transfer to the county Taoist palace to practice, and then be promoted to the Zhou Taoist court, wouldn't it be beautiful. "

Wu Ming quietly broke away his hand, smiled without saying a word: "It's too late to wait for two or three years, I'm only fighting for the day and night."

Seeing this, Wang Heng knew that the other party didn't want to elaborate, so he changed the topic and talked about other things.

To tell the truth, the sons of powerful men and officials like Wu Ming couldn't get along, and the officials were very taboo, but the Wang family was special. Wu Ming thought about it, and counting the time, it seemed that it happened that Wang Heng's generation came to visit Laoshan.

The two chatted for a while, and were about to go to bed separately. Suddenly, there was a heavy sound of horseshoes outside the door, as if someone was galloping on horseback.

Wu Ming and Wang Heng looked at each other in surprise, it's really weird today, all three sects and nine streams are running here, don't know who it is?

After a while, the sound of the horse's hooves stopped and stopped outside the door, but when the man opened his mouth, Wu Ming's face darkened.

"Listen, Wu family inside, I'm Ma Weizhang from Heifeng Gang, and the Li family paid me to take your head!"

(End of this chapter)