Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 165 Digging Mountains to Build Mausoleums (3k)

Whether it is Ning Caichen or Xu Xian, they are either facing a demon or a ghost.

Confronted with a wet corpse.

Lin Feng absolutely couldn't keep his mouth shut.

No matter how well she was preserved, Lin Feng didn't want to have anything to do with her.

Not to mention that this thing was appeased by the Maoshan sect of the upper Qing Dynasty.

After rushing out of the gate, the gate was closed, and Lin Feng saw nonsense on the gate.

There are ghost writings everywhere on it. When Lin Feng went up the mountain, the gate was open. Now that it is closed, Lin Feng found that there are writings everywhere on the gate, densely packed, cast with dark brown blood.

If you look carefully, these words are all in the same paragraph as the "Fengdu Cursed Ghost Sutra".

It makes people cry.

Fortunately, Lin Feng created the Yin God. When he saw this, he only shed tears and did not hurt his soul.

He knows that there are many kinds of runes in this world.

Just in terms of Taoist runes, there are many types.

Including but not limited to ghost writing, ghost writing is part of Baxian.

Baxian is the display method of eight runes.

One is called Tianshu, which is the Eight Meetings (the sun, moon and stars plus the five elements).

One is called the divine book, which is Yunzhuan.

One is called the book from the ground, which is the image of a dragon and a phoenix.

One is called Nei Shu, which is what turtles, dragons, fish and birds spit out, and it is the principle of nature.

One is called the foreign book, which is contained in the scales and feathers.

One is called ghost books, miscellaneous and slightly ambiguous, and incomprehensible to humans.

One is called Zhongxia Shu, Caoyi Yunzhuan.

The last one, called Rongyishu, is similar to insects.

On this door panel, it is full of words written by Li Gui.

As for the role.

Lin Feng saw the soaring corpse aura rushing out of it, and subconsciously felt that this might be where Li Gui imprisoned the mountain god.

The problem is, as the corpse here is soaring, the broken door here seems to be a little bit unstoppable.

Just when Lin Feng was thinking about whether he should deal with this thing by hand.

At the same time, the dharma banner and the Jade Buddha on his body began to emit a warm light.

Especially his Fa Banner.

That Lama Tsochen, the monk's skin turned into a Dharma banner, wrapped itself around his hand and made the sound of incantation.

Lin Feng didn't control his hand.

Above the Fa Banner, a force temporarily took over his arm with his permission.

His hand squeezed a seal, pointing to a place not far away.

Lin Feng felt that this arm was full of anger!
But Lin Feng could see clearly that there was nothing there.

It's dark and empty, it's like you use the selfie function of your phone, and face recognition keeps increasing on your selfie interface.

The same weird and inexplicable!

Lin Feng took a deep breath.

Fa Banner's marking points are also very clear and ready, and he will shake it at will, as if there is an invisible thing in front of him, which is constantly shaking in front of Lin Feng, Fa Banner can accurately find the other party's location.

Fortunately, the soul-reporting bird kept singing on the tree in the distance. Every time, Lin Feng could feel that he was left on the magic weapon in Fukou, and his soul disappeared.

He is wasting life.

As for the invisible enemy in front of you.

Lin Feng can't see where the enemy is with his left eye and right eye. If the Yin God can't be attacked because he can't see, then he can't see the enemy now, but he will be attacked. [Unyielding] There is no response.

This is the worst case scenario!
He has wasted a lot of time here, and he can't continue to stay here. If he continues to spend too much time here, he will really have to try his best to sublimate and fight when he returns with a strange face.

Lin Feng remained motionless, and while confronting the invisible being opposite, Lin Feng thought about whether to use a sword talisman.

But the temple behind him obviously didn't think so. The burning pain like lava stimulated Lin Feng. Lin Feng wanted to use some spells, but he held back.

He thought of the last words left by the Taoist priests of the Maoshan Sect of the Shangqing on the French seal.

What they mean is that if you can do without magic, then don't use it.

There must be a reason why they say that.

When he was thinking about these things, Lin Feng felt as if he saw something out of the corner of his eye. He glanced towards the sky to make sure that he was not mistaken, he did see something.

Something transparent?
The low air pressure enveloped the place in an instant, and Lin Feng felt as if he had arrived before thunderstorms in summer, and the sudden low air pressure made it difficult for him to breathe.

It was hard for him to breathe. If it was the rest of the people, their lungs might explode!
Lin Feng suddenly saw the noisy temple and the mourning bird next to it, all of them were honest, even the invisible enemy in front disappeared, Lin Feng's hand drooped rapidly, the banner was covered with dust, like a torn rag, Lost aura.

The Jade Buddha is even more introverted.

Like a stubborn rock.

Even in this situation, Lin Feng still doesn't know what happened?
This is probably the reason why Maoshanzong of the Shangqing reminded people not to ask people who entered the mountain to use spells.

Using the spell seemed to summon a blow. The invisible low air pressure swept across Lin Feng instantly, and Lin Feng couldn't help taking two steps back. When the wind blew past his body, Lin Feng felt that there was something inside the low air pressure.

When he opened his eyes again, the mountain temple behind him disappeared in an instant!

He looked back again, and found that behind him, the trees seemed to be getting thicker. In the dense woods, there were strange voices constantly. If he had to describe it, Lin Feng felt that the voice should be a The sound of rolling logs on the ground.

"Snapped."

"Snapped."

"Snapped."

The strange sound of whips came from a distance, and there was the sound of others yelling, as if someone was doing a big project in the wilderness.

Lin Feng's warning became more and more urgent, Lin Feng frowned, and continued to pick up the old man Zhou behind him, and continued to rush towards the mountain.

Either here, or the Cong Temple on the mountain.

While walking, Lin Feng even had time to take out what he just saw.

These disciples of the Maoshan Sect in the Shangqing Dynasty used to trap the wet corpses had a lot of good things.Although they are all disciples, in fact, they can stand alone on the outside.

When these people are together, under normal circumstances, they will think that they are stable.

They came to exorcise and suppress evil spirits this time, but they didn't seem to have thought that the other party would be so troublesome.

These people are holding the things they usually need, not only some exorcism tools, but also a lot of daily necessities, things they need to use in class.

For example, textbooks.

Lin Feng saw several textbooks, flipped through them quickly, and found many incantations, incantations, and untold secrets.

No ciphertext is used.

It's just some technical terms, which are obscure and difficult to understand without annotations.

However, those mantras all have a prerequisite, that is, if you are a disciple certified by the Maoshan Zongtan in the Shangqing Dynasty.

Only when you have accepted the certification of the Maoshan Zongtan of the Shangqing and are on the list, can you use the spells in it, and even on some talismans, the names of ghosts and gods are listed on them, but knowing the names of ghosts and gods is useless, not Shangqing Disciple of Maoshan Sect, ghosts and gods will not talk to you.

Hard to top.

Lin Feng continued to rummage through, and finally, among these things, he saw something that was useful to him again.

The method of warming and nourishing the magic weapon.

Lin Feng's spirit lifted!
He wanted this thing, and kept the method of warming and nourishing the magic weapon in his heart, and he finally arrived outside the Cong Temple on the top of the mountain safe and sound.

He put away all his things and stared at the Cong Temple in front of him.

It's strange, even though he reached the top of the mountain, Lin Feng saw that there was a quiet path not far from the temple.

The narrow path gradually moved forward, hidden in the mist.

Obviously he is standing here, compared with the temple, the scale is normal, but he feels that he seems to be incomparably small. Behind the fog of the trail, there is a real world, and the people in it are huge. Observing himself from above his head, he is so small and pitiful compared to this world!
Lin Feng looked up.

There is also fog above.

He still couldn't see clearly, and there wasn't a pair of scarlet eyes looking at him.

Like a staff member in a laboratory observing a small bacterium?

Lin Feng was taken aback by this sudden thought, and immediately lit a sacrificial fire to burn out the sudden thought and keep his mind clear.

"Is it an illusion, or is it not an illusion."

Just when he was suspicious, a wind blew up in the mist, and a bright red wedding invitation flew out of the mist along with the wind, flying straight towards Lin Feng.

Faced with such a thing, how dare Lin Feng accept it.

He dodged sideways, and the wedding invitation didn't bother him, and flew away from him, to nowhere.

Lin Feng stared into the fog.

In the fog, there was no movement.

This should be the Huaguang Bodhisattva Temple.

but.

Lin Feng raised his head, the size of this temple is incomparable with Guandi Temple and Tianfei Empress Temple.

Too depressed.

It's too withered.

The incense in the Huaguang Bodhisattva Temple should not be so withered.

In the Song Dynasty, it was straightened by the government. In the Ming Dynasty, it became a righteous god. In the Qing Dynasty, that is, even now, although the court does not encourage it, it is absolutely not suppressed. Many wealthy families have separate shrines. Gods will not appear in such a withered place and become a temple.

Therefore, Lin Feng cautiously walked inside, the closer he got, the more real the feeling of "I am a small bacterium" became. When he got close to this thing, his heart was beating to the extreme , as if the spirituality in his body was prompting him to run quickly, even Lin Feng could hardly contain such distracted thoughts, but he still controlled himself, came to Congci, mustered up his courage, raised his head, and saw Congci the text above.

It's his mother's ghost story again!
Lin Feng didn't know a single word!

Because of fear, Lin Feng felt resentment in his heart, and Lin Feng immediately wanted to burn away this unnecessary emotion with sacrificial fire.

but,
At this moment, Lin Feng felt something quietly resting on his shoulder, and whispered in his ear: "This is a ghost text, it means Shengxianzhai!"

(End of this chapter)