Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 334
Ring the bell.

whip.

drumming.

A strange sound enveloped the entire Jinjia Town.

The three voices landed in Jinjia Town at the same time. In Jinjia Town, a strange phantom appeared. He had a human head, but he had four arms. He was wearing rotten and worn-out clothes. It is changing every moment, like countless masks on his face.

He walked on the corner of the street full of corpses, his movements were stiff.

his face.

When it became kind, he waved the wheat seedlings.

When it came to crying, he brandished his whip.

When it turned to anger, he started ringing the bell.

When it became sad, he started playing the drums.

One arm is a copper bell, he shakes the copper bell, brandishes a whip to make an air burst, beats the Dharma drum, and with the other hand, splashes the soup with barley seedlings.

Each of his tricks has a different effect.

The genitals and living beings cut by "Infernal Affairs" began to grow granulation under the splash of Lin Feng's soup, and then they were cut by the whip, the bells exploded, and the drums trampled on them.

Extremely chaotic.

Regardless of life or death, granulation sprouted from their chopped mouths.

Intertwined, stitched together.

Whether it is a femininity, a broken ghost, or a living person, they all have the concept of "flesh".

After being stitched together, they all stood up.

Same as the marionettes.

But the disgusting smell of corpses on their bodies clearly told everyone that this kind of resurrection was very different from the resurrection imagined by normal people.

With the appearance of this "person", the smell of incense ash swirls, appearing from the street corner.

The ancient curse reappeared from the underworld, breaking the balance—someone pried out the power of the king and god of Taishan Mansion, and also dug out the eyes of the historian. , There was another change between heaven and earth.

A curse quietly wrapped around this person's ankle.

"Jingle Bell."

The whip was mercilessly whipped down, shattering these curses, and this "man" continued to walk forward ruthlessly, his figure was pervasive, really pervasive.

"Inseparable" hasn't penetrated here yet.

At this time, following this "person" came out another piece of space rules, which belonged to the rules of the kingdom of God in the age of witchcraft, but because it was left unattended, it was extremely chaotic, unless it was like a "bird" , can continue to speculate, to get the constant in the ever-changing.

Otherwise, walking in it would be more dangerous than "Infernal Affairs", and the situation that Lin Feng revealed at this moment may be more serious than that of the great elder of the Xun family.

Lord Taishan, after all, is the one who masters the secrets of life and death in the kingdom of witches and gods in the Han Dynasty.

Even some later sects respected the God of Mount Tai very much, calling him the head of the male officials in the world.

Ranked first by the imperial court.

The wind blew across the place, and in the dark corner, two chopped corpses stood up.

The strong scent of incense on them almost condensed into substance.

one black.

one white.

They walked out from the corner of the street and faced the illusory shadow. Behind the two of them, something followed vaguely. The sound of the chains resounded in the void, colliding with each other from time to time, making the sound of collision.

"Crash".

"Crash".

The shadows behind them are their real bodies. They wear tall hats and hold chains in their hands, and they follow behind the two corpses step by step.

Seeing this scene, someone's heart beat faster.

He covered his mouth and hid in the corner of the street, hoping that those people would not see him. There were many people behind him, and these people, like him, had just walked out of the Zun Wangye Temple.

Ji Xiaodao led the people, stretched out his hand and waved back, motioning everyone to stick to the wall and not to speak.

He took a deep breath.

He didn't understand how he could see such an ancient god here.

Black and white impermanence.

Black and white impermanence is a pair of folk gods. Compared with the bull head and horse face, they don't have so much Buddhist atmosphere, and they don't completely belong to the ten halls of Yama. They also appear in the city god or a powerful Underworld gods of the underworld, and work for them.

But, no matter what it is said, their appearance carries the message of death. They are one of the spokespersons of the underworld, responsible for seductiveness.

Lock people to the underworld.

As for the person opposite them, Xiao Daotong really finds it hard to admit that that is the "Prince Zhuan" he is looking for.

The word "weird" was written all over his body.

Every movement of his is full of "unpredictability".

But the vague feeling of connection made him somewhat believe that the person in front of him was the "God General of the Five Directions", or it might be the "Old Mother of Lishan Mountain", or even the "Prince Zhuan".

Xiaodao children's pretending to be stupid is almost impossible.

He had this feeling of being connected with "Prince Zhuan" a long time ago, especially after receiving the master's teaching, but he didn't dare to say it out. Now that he feels it, he just thinks it's absurd.

Because the "person" on the opposite side does have the characteristics of a "god".

But what is said in the classics is the feeling of those "evil gods" and "ying priests" who should be destroyed, "defeated generals with six days old spirit", and "madam generals".

There is no "fairy style bone".

There is no morality, only instinct.

Xiao Daotong dared not go over.

Ji Xiaodaotong was afraid that if he passed by, he would be killed by the aftermath of the supernatural power.

He could see that the impermanence of black and white was the opposite of "Prince Zhuan".

This impermanence of black and white is aimed at the "Prince Zhuan", and he doesn't know what he should do to help the "Prince Zhuan".

Rush forward and punch black and white impermanence?

Behind him, the trembling man looked at the corpses all over the place, and his heart was broken. It's not that the old Jianghu has never seen a corpse, but the person who killed himself turned into a corpse and somehow, he himself became a corpse. The two situations are not the same. the same.

What's more, just now, they have experienced a great crisis between life and death, and the temple of Zhuan Wangye has undergone incredible changes.
The sacred fire in the Zhuan Wangye Temple gradually extinguished, and the resentful girl who was dressed in blood outside revived. She was not killed by Wu Jiang. After a mutation occurred, she rushed out, wrapped the living people in the blood clothes, and divided them into food.

And Xiao Daotong saw it very clearly.

She is crazy.

It's ridiculous to say that a sneak is crazy, but that's the truth, she is crazy.

It was too late when Xiaodaotong and the rest of the Taoist priests found out, and blamed the girl for being irrational, but she had instincts.

She also knows that "persimmons need to be squeezed softly".

Several sword talismans pierced her body, and her bloody clothes were broken, but she was still safe and sound.

Sword energy belongs to sword energy.

My bloody coat is covered with bloodshots, once it is torn, it sticks together, like a big open mouth, swallowing people in. After swallowing a lot of people, Miss Yan also changed from "eat enough" ", "Follow me", turned into the third most terrifying situation.

It turned into a "blood coat".

Start with mortals first, then Taoist priests.

Afterwards, in desperation, everyone gathered in the temple of Lord Zhuan, taking a breather for a while.

Something more frightening happened to them.

The good news is that the Zhuan Wangye Temple does have the ability to protect.

The bad news is that the girl complained that she didn't dare to enter Prince Zhuan's temple, not because she was in awe of Prince Zhuan, but because the temple of Prince Zhuan was more dangerous than outside.

By the time Xiaodaotong found out, it was already too late.

In the temple of Lord Zhuan, there is a kind of power that he can't understand. He clearly saw a little Taoist priest he took in. His left hand was in his hand, but his right hand and the other half of his body were dozens of steps away. outside.

There is nothing in between.

However, even so, he is still alive.

And he didn't know anything, he was still talking, and Xiao Daotong felt a little itchy on his body, he pulled up his sleeves and took a look, and he put them down quietly.

He also smelled of corpses.

His body is decaying.

Vitality loss.

And he obviously heard someone chanting scriptures in his ear, he turned his face, and saw a familiar Taoist opened his mouth and was chanting scriptures.

He is still very familiar with this scripture, it is the scripture passed down to him by his master Ji Taoren.

Not counting his master Ji Daoren, only he and the "Prince Compiler" should know the original text of this scripture.

In other words, it is possible that his master Ji Daoren or the "Prince Zhuan" said it.

But, but...

"What are you reading?"

Clutching the sword talisman in his hand, Ji Xiaodao asked nervously, the person being asked was even more nervous than him.

"You, what are you talking about?"

When he spoke, Ji Xiaodaoren's pupils dilated.

He saw that when this man was speaking, his chanting did not stop. Behind him in the darkness, a face emerged quietly, sticking to his back, chanting the scriptures continuously.

What matters is that person's face!

It's the face of "Lord Zhuan"!
"run!"

Without further ado, Ji Xiaodaoren turned his head and was about to run, staying here was waiting for death, so he chose to venture out, some people followed him out, others were unwilling, and he didn't force it.

Escape is important.

Following that feeling, he ran here and saw such a scene.

"Crash".

Just as he was thinking, the two servants outside were still approaching the "figure". Their feet were eerie and pale, trying to infuse the body of the person in front of them.

They were not the "main thugs" this time, the real main thugs were still behind them, Xiao Daotong couldn't see him at all.

Because of this, he escaped with his life.

If you can't see it, you can't hurt it.

The aura following behind Yincha, followed the breath of Lin Feng's phantom, followed the existence of Yincha "floating" up, and slowly permeated down, following the vague connection, came to the ground.

in the array.

Fuhao in the mirror sensed this aura, but when she appeared, the aura disappeared.

Before Fuhao turned her head, she was taken away—between life and death, which means that you don't need to be managed by the yang world, or you don't need to be managed by the underworld.

The reverse is also true.

You can either be managed by the yang world, or you can be managed by the underworld.

……

Old doesn't have to be weak.

Specific things are explained in detail.

It may be because it does not adapt to the development of the times, is not controlled, and cannot be understood and used by the people at that time, so under fear, someone sealed it.

But there must be a reason for being abandoned,
What Lin Feng was referring to was the deity of Lord Taishan. Mount Tai was there, and the gods of Mount Tai were there. No matter whether Lord Taishan split into other identities or put on a vest, it didn't affect his personality. Authority, his authority is still closely related to life and death.

The sacrificial fire burned away the souls of the Jin family, and Lin Feng's body began to change like the golden cudgel + transformation technique, but there was always a core missing.

Until he thought of Ji Daoren's scriptures.

He has formed an alchemy!
(End of this chapter)