Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 277 You Can't Break the Balance of This World
The troupe's donkey cart was parked outside, Lin Feng walked over to greet the troupe, and the elder of the Xi family went to see the rest.

"Trouble master, I'll go outside to hire someone first."

He was generous, smiling, and kind.

When Lin Feng walked out, his expression quickly became dull, like a faded photo, out of tune with this world.

Watching Lin Feng leave, the great elder of the Xi family fell to the ground.

There was a straight "bang".

Fall like a sack.

There was no sound.

After a few breaths, the locust tree priest who sensed the special aura appeared here, his scarlet eyes scanning every inch of the land here.

Crows flew around his head, and in an instant, the entire land turned into a sea of ​​blood.

He stroked his staff and stared in the direction of the great elder of the Jin family, but he couldn't see anything.

There was nothing here, as if the terrible breath had never appeared before, and the Yin Shang priest understood what was going on.

The alien who was excluded, the person who touched the taboo.

In an instant, anger boiled over.

Maliciousness was like a wave, trying to stir up the remaining breath in the kiln.

More birds flew over, stopped here, and tried all kinds of ways to find people. The place was obviously not big, and after being searched inch by inch, the priest in the locust tree finally affirmed that there was nothing here.

At the same time, his power was empty, and the kiln disappeared.

In this case……

The priest knew it was broken.

The eyes under the mask looked at Lin Feng mercilessly.

Remove medium.

His snake-shaped staff moved a little, but it had no effect. No matter what sacrificial method he used, it was like a stone sinking into the sea.

All kinds of means floated over, but they were all blocked by invisible enemies.

He is being ostracized by the world.

The world around me turns pale.

The priest knew that he was going to be excluded from the world, and he was too familiar with this feeling.

This kind of white, in the eyes of God, should be multicolored.

But the human eye color recognition is too scarce.

It can only see white.

He turned his gaze back to the direction where the Great Elder of the Jin family was.

In the end, he turned into a huge bird and flew towards Lin Feng. It seemed that he killed Lin Feng himself.

medium.

But who knows, when he started, he was also like a faded photo, quickly out of place with the world, and then disappeared.

Nothing he does can affect this world.

At the same time, in the Hui family's house, all the information related to the great elder of the Hui family disappeared unknowingly. The family has changed.

This strange change appeared in all the handicap of Xun's family.

That kind of sinister rhyme.

Chilling.

A wind blew up in the northwest suddenly, and a black sandstorm appeared from the sky, covering this yellow ball on the Loess Plateau, along with the surrounding counties and provincial capitals farther away. The wind was really evil.

Yangjiacun, Liujiacha, Yazigou...

Everything on this mountain was covered by a black storm. The sandstorm buried everything, including buildings and bones, all piled up under the black sand. Many years later, someone found that big sandstorm in the county annals. But no one thought that there were still living people in this mountain.

not only that.

After the big sandstorm, the heavy rain poured down, and the heavy rain washed half of the mountain down.

People moved and moved, and several places were buried in the mountains.

Has become history.

……

First there was a black storm, and then there was a downpour. Lin Feng, who had left Yangjiacun, felt something was wrong.

They lived in a small shop in a village. It was very difficult to walk in ancient times, and the mountain road was even more rugged. They did not walk very far.

Oil lamps are very expensive, even if the great elder of the Xi family said that he was willing to pay for them, he could not buy oil lamps.

Lin Feng and his troupe are settling down.

The so-called head mouth refers to livestock. With the generous support of the family, they also bought three big mules and horses, which greatly improved their transportation capacity. Under such circumstances, they also walked quite fast.

Even so, it would take more than half a month to go to the Hanzhong mansion of the Jin family, and this was even without encountering bandits or swordsmen.

Under the circumstances that it was impossible for Lin Feng to cast a spell to take everyone away.

Verbal reassurance is crucial.

I would rather people not eat than neglect the power of animals.

So Lin Feng commanded the people to take the items from the mule and carriage, and took a cloth to wipe his head and mouth clean carefully.

Look at these people who work.

Every face in these troupes is familiar.

Lin Feng opened his mouth to call out their names.

But the name was on the lips, but it got stuck.

After a moment, Lin Feng looked normal again.

He dared not reveal any abnormality.

In the ground stick method, those children swallowed by the darkness are still in the space of the ground stick method, but the problem is that no matter how Lin Feng thinks back, he can't remember who they are, what their names are, and where they live.

This is the first act, the "clearance certificate" for summoning souls.

However, in his mind, these people were rescued by the Hui family, and they shouldn't be in his own way.

The logic is sound until the task is met.

His memory and mission conflict.

Also, these people in front of him, these people should get along with him day and night, Lin Feng should remember their identities.

But when Lin Feng looked at these people, he felt a deep strangeness.

Someone tampered with memory.

Or has someone falsified history?
Lin Feng was hard to say.

Black storms and unusual landslides are good reminders of some information.

Someone can cover everything, but not game reminders.

The personality of the game is higher than the person who does it.

The class masters of those people called over, and a beautiful woman came over, looking very intimate.

"Master, we're done, do we want to go?"

Lin Feng: "That's right, Xiao Taohua, tell your brothers and sisters to speed up, it's time to eat, the weather is very harmful, don't let your head and mouth catch a cold."

Xiao Taohua "hey" for a while, their theater troupe mainly plays two tricks, one is shadow puppetry, and the other is Qin Opera, Xiao Taohua is a group of people who make shadow puppetry.

The rest of the people who clean up their mouths are singing Qin Opera.

These people are agile, and there is no contradiction.

Naturally like a dummy.

It was getting dark quickly.

The three of the Xun family were in the house, as if they were dead.

They didn't make any sound, Lin Feng also noticed this matter, there was no heartbeat, no breathing, and no smell of sweat and acid from the body.

As if it does not exist.

Lin Feng definitely used means to cut off the connection, but he must have failed, and his memory and means disappeared, because he knocked his teeth for a long time, and saw a clear [Temporarily unavailable] on his character panel

Yes [Secret Food Method: Eat Wind and Drink Dew]

[Temporarily unavailable] is marked with [Sealed].

Burning memories with sacrificial fire was discovered, and then discovered by others, sealing the sacrificial fire?

It's not something incredible either.

Lin Feng looked at each step.

Lin Feng saw the big arrows above their heads.

That is the "material" that only he can understand, and this is also the reward for the first act, although he doesn't know how to use the "material".

But Lin Feng knows that games generally don't treat people as "materials".

Not to mention, the poem written by Ziyang Master Zhang Boduan was originally a method of inner alchemy cultivation.

Ziyang Master Zhang Boduan was a master of internal alchemy in the Song Dynasty, with a respected status. From the perspective of pure poetry, this poem may be a method of refining great medicine with human beings as the cauldron.

What Lin Feng practiced was not Jindan Dao, but Lin Feng believed that if these people were used as materials, they should not match the theme of the game.

What should he do?Burn these people?

If Zhang Boduan knew that Lin Feng understood his poems in this way, he would probably give Lin Feng a steel whip!

Let alone impossible.

But now it is impossible.

Thinking of this, it rained again.

The rain was drizzling, but it didn't affect their journey. Lin Feng suspected that the rain was made by the Xun family, but the strange thing was that the Xun family hid most of the time except talking to him at night. .

What are they hiding from?
They are almost invincible if they don't come out of the heavens and the pure land, so casually distorting a seventh-rank master's memory and blurring his cognition.

What are they afraid of?
Lin Feng looked towards the rain screen, he always felt that something was chasing them, but every time, he couldn't see where the other party was.

Tonight is a bit unusual. At night, thunder and lightning are like snakes, covering the entire sky.

Lin Feng also repeatedly confirmed whether the God of the North Wind was hiding in the cloud.

No result.

Even so, the family also said to go to bed early, they had no time at all for the night, Lin Feng sat in the house, and the whole village was shrouded in darkness.

The group of "theatre troupe" under him shrank in the rest of the room, because he was still the "troll leader", so he still had some privileges, one room per person.

No one bothers.

The louder the thunder, the quieter the whole village became.

He felt that tonight was so unexpected, as if something big was about to happen, disturbing.

Even the spirituality is frightened.

Lin Feng sat cross-legged on the ground, carefully recalling what happened in the kiln, but the more he recalled, the more determined his thoughts became.

It was Hui's family who helped him complete the mission to save people. The more so, the more Lin Feng doubted the authenticity of the memory.

While he was meditating, the first thunder fell completely tonight. In an instant, Lin Feng saw something appearing in the sky. He opened the door and walked out, surrounded by silence.

It made Lin Feng feel a little strange, he raised his head and looked towards the sky, the thunder grew louder, Lin Feng came to the house where several female relatives in the troupe lived, and knocked on the door.

Even if it is the class leader, he should avoid suspicion at this time.

But Lin Feng just knocked on the door grandly, and there was no sound from inside. After Lin Feng opened the door, he saw the usual little Taohua and several female relatives, all hanging on the beams, only the human skin remained.

Human skin figurines!
On the ground, there are piles of red clay.

The point of the material is these red clay.

The person who usually talked to him normally turned into a human skin figurine.

These things don't have any vitality tonight.

The cold air came from all directions, making this place like an ice cellar.

Lin Feng keenly sensed a somewhat familiar smell of decay, and the cold wind swept towards Lin Feng along with the black soot, causing Lin Feng to recognize what it was immediately.

The underworld is weird.

"Zra".

"Thorn."

The sound of fingernails scraping against the door frame.

When Lin Feng turned his head, a wisp of black smoke lay on the window and looked at him.

Just as Lin Feng was about to draw out his dharma sword, he used the map of the five mountains to communicate with this black shadow.

Who would have noticed this strange rhythm.

The scripture of precepts on the chest exudes a bloody light.

in brilliance.

A river of blood appeared among them. Lin Feng looked up and saw a blood-colored temple standing in the air.

Seeing this, Yin Yin strangely let go of his hand and disappeared into the village.

disappeared.

The sound of uniform footsteps appeared outside, and the sound of a large number of boots stepping on the ground was exceptionally clear.

Yin soldiers cross the border...

Lin Feng chose to restrain all his anger.

He had seen the strangeness of the underworld. Lin Feng had no idea what was inside the huge underworld. Moreover, Lin Feng knew that if he cleared the level like this, history would be anchored.

In other words, the history he saw would become real.

If the underworld really invaded.

That's disaster.

If something goes wrong, Lin Feng plans to destroy the file. The Xi family can't avoid it, but this disaster can be, and he can limit it to no one's land.

However, until then...

He looked at the scriptures in his arms, when was this, the things in his arms?

The scriptures fell on the ground, and there was no wind, and under the flipping of "哗啦啦啦", a staircase appeared in front of him, leading to the temple. The gate of the temple opened. Long, looking at Lin Feng, Lin Feng walked up the stairs, and saw a group of demons dancing around.

"It's just the evil result of the imbalance of yin and yang, Chengtian temple is not a good thing, from the kiln factory to Chengtian temple to Shengxianzhai, this world has always been a balance of yin and yang, and the result of imbalance is disaster.

If you don't believe me, look up to the sky. "

The old monk said to him, speaking very righteously, Lin Feng glanced at his neck.

A red line, the old monk was beheaded to death.

To be precise, there are a large number of guillotined monks behind him, and his Buddha light cannot conceal his soaring resentment.

In the Buddhist temple after that, Lin Feng also saw the monk's body.

An Xie's corpses were piled together.

The decapitated blood Buddha.

Wronged souls parasitic on Buddha statues.

This is also a strange underworld.

Lin Feng glanced up, and the sky was densely covered with spherical lightning.

The old monk reached out and took out Lin Feng's book, and opened it in front of his face. The words inside were all ghost words.

Every word is full of ferocity.

Possesses a badness beyond imagination.

If the precepts written in such a book were strictly followed, Lin Feng suspected that if he deducted one, the Buddha would not forgive him.

The Buddha would tell King Ming to kill him.

"The precept written by Li Gui, you have been entangled by it."

He looked at Lin Feng and said, "Can you swear to me in front of the Buddha that you help us find the Buddha's head..."

Lin Feng: "Sorry, I don't have time."

The monk with corpse hair all over his body showed a hideous expression when he heard this.

This is the so-called obsession.

Lin Feng was not surprised at all.

The weirdness of the underworld is a virtue, but those who seem sensible are just their obsessions.

Lin Feng's mouth burst into thunder.

After opening the Tongue God, Lin Feng used the Tongue God with all his strength for the first time, launching the [mou] sound.

No yak god appeared, but everything in front of Lin Feng was turned into dust.

Like in kung fu, the enhanced version of "Yang Guo Xiaolongnu" lion roar skill, the old monk in front of him, first his fur, then his muscles and bones, and finally turned into ashes, walked with the wind, disappeared without a trace, Lin Feng directly roared out a path Come out, cut up and down, [Sword Mastery], level A and go up.

Lin Feng was emotionally stable.

I was weak before.

At that time, sir, I was a good person.

But now, I am no longer a human being.

Nowhere is safe at the moment. Out of the corner of his eye, Lin Feng saw that the village was in chaos, just like what the old monk said.

[yin and yang imbalance]

A light blue mist enveloped the entire village, but until now, none of the family members in the village had appeared.

It's like they're dead.

Or, there are no them in this world at all.

Teams of tall Yin soldiers walked past all the buildings, they submerged in the buildings, constantly looking for something.

But depending on the situation, I didn't find it.

Lin Feng was standing at the gate of the temple, neither going in nor coming out. This temple is not a good place. According to the logic, such a situation would not happen in a serious temple - falling into the underworld.

Because those Buddhas and Bodhisattvas who can be named have incense to this day. Since there is incense, there is concern, and they will not fall into the underworld.

Even some bodhisattvas who were born with problems at the earliest did not affect their later incense.

Throughout the dynasties, there were also many gods and bodhisattvas supported by the government.

They are also righteous gods.

When Lin Feng looked down, the temple was filled with blood, and it seemed that a certain ominous creature crawled out of it.

Between Lin Feng's eyebrows, Fu Yaosuo rushed out bravely and fearlessly.

Pull the trigger.

The dragon and tiger gas transformed into the shape of a dragon and tiger, tearing through the blood mist, Lin Feng stomped his feet, and saw the game reminder!

In a flash, Lin Feng suddenly came back to his senses from the previous scene.

He sat on the back of the donkey cart, staggering, and the surrounding air was not bad.

That coldness has long since disappeared.

sunny.

They had already walked out of Suzhou, and the continuous heavy rain seemed to be a gloomy mood, and they all disappeared in Suzhou. They had already arrived at the border of Hanzhong, and the time of more than ten days seemed to be fleeting.

Those memories, Lin Feng clearly knew, had disappeared in large numbers.

He didn't need to touch his chest deliberately to feel the book.

It is full of precepts written in ghost script.

This thing told Lin Feng all the time that what he saw in Suzhou was not false.

All true.

However, the Great Elder of the Xi family does have skills.

He can easily get rid of it when the strangeness of the underworld comes, and he can even fish out Lin Feng easily.

He has already shown his astonishing cultivation.

However, it took about half a month to travel from Suzhou to Hanzhong, and the time Lin Feng could remember was only a few days.

The rest of the time, it was blank.

The problem is huge.

Lin Feng looked towards the car behind, and the three members of the Xun family noticed his gaze, and the elder of the Xun family smiled friendly at him.

Lin Feng also responded with a smile.

Xiao Taohua was beside Lin Feng in good condition, chattering.

Inside the big box under her is the lifeblood of performing shadow puppetry, shadow puppets.

Shadow puppets are tanned cowhide.

It takes less than half a year to make a set of shadow puppets.

For the craftsmen of shadow puppetry, this box of shadow puppetry needs years of accumulation.

Xiao Taohua is talking to him about a play, it is a newly rehearsed opera called "Bare Mountain Village, Old Trees Eat New People; Hit the Gate of Heaven, Loyalty Saves Kindness"

It's also about the story of summoning souls.

But in this play, all good deeds are done by Zhong Zhong.

Lin Feng was noncommittal about this.

This play is to make the family famous.

Lin Feng's objection was invalid.

Because to be precise, this is not his will, this is the meaning of loyalty.

Tonight is the time for the first rehearsal. Lin Feng knew that he was in a hurry, but after rehearsing the play, the elder of the Xun family obviously expressed his direct meaning: I know you are in a hurry, but don't worry , along the way, this play still has to go on.

"We have already entered the Jin family's territory, don't worry, there is a Wang Town ahead, we just need to perform our first performance on it.

You see, our journey is just to have a full meal!

This town has such a large population, that is, one person eats one bite, and we can all have enough to eat.

dont you agree? "

Lin Feng flickered again, and when he regained consciousness, he had already set a performance time with the country gentleman.

The great elder of the Xi family sat beside him.

'It's time passing again. '

Tianfu Town is indeed less than half a day away from Jinlong Town, the old residence of the Jin family.

However, when Lin Feng proposed to "worship the pier" and meet the real owner here, the elder of the Xi family waved his hand.

Say it doesn't matter.

Everyone is getting ready for the evening show.

Lin Feng was walking in this town alone. For some reason, he felt that there was something wrong with this crowded town.

A kind of uneasiness from the heart floated out from the bricks and tiles in the streets and alleys, and got into Lin Feng's nose, arousing his uneasiness.

But more importantly.

when he lost his memory.

What had he forgotten?

Lin Feng came to the Town God's Temple in this town alone, and looked at his game reminder, about the level of satisfaction of the Yak God.

These days, the satisfaction level of his Yak God is constantly rising.

This shows that he used the [mou] sound more than once to complete the hunting activity in the eyes of the Yak God.

He regards this skill as a "notepad". Looking at it this way, he will fight almost every night, is tonight no exception?
Walking through the streets and alleys, Lin Feng suddenly "smelled" the earthy smell, which was a mixed smell of evil, earthy smell, and corpse smell. Lin Feng stopped and looked towards the side of the shop.

The smell came from inside the shop.

Next to the shop, the door is half covered, and a curtain is hung.

I didn't see any signs written on it, and I didn't see anyone coming in or out.

There is a porcelain vase at the door.

It looks like it's made of porcelain.

(End of this chapter)