The word "hundred years" on the imperial decree was crossed out for an instant, thunder bursts in the sky, purple light hid behind the dark clouds, lightning burst, snow was bright, and raindrops the size of soybeans fell in an instant.
Kong Xuyang leaned back and laughed wildly. He wiped the rainwater off his face, and held up the imperial decree happily: "The time has not yet come, and this imperial decree is still ineffective. Wait until you are struck to death by lightning, you guys mob!"
The Taoist zombies inside the gate of Yinshan Village took it easy, rang the bell with their right hand, raised their eyes and said slowly, "Arrange to meet the enemy."
The rain smashed the scattered money on the ground, the red and white candles for offering sacrifices, and the unburned incense, and instantly extinguished them. Every household in Yinshan Village lit up dim oil lamps, reflecting the incomplete figures on the windows.
The silhouettes of these figures are all men in their prime. They may have missing arms or legs, and some of them have only half of their heads left after being blown up. They walked out of the house slowly, step by step. At the moment when the rain was about to hit their bodies, they suddenly opened a yellowed oil-paper umbrella on top of their heads to block them.
Wearing a white shroud, the woman whose head was smashed against the bridge piers followed the man without saying a word, holding an umbrella for the man without leaving each step, and the two held their hands tightly under the umbrella.
The bride in a red wedding dress wears a hijab, shakes a handkerchief, and holds red scissors dripping with blood. Walking out of the mountain forest, a contented smile came from under the hijab.
"The red evil spirit is on the left." The Taoist raised his hand, and a yellow talisman flew out from his cuff and stuck it on the head covering of the bride at the head of the row.
Xi Pozi under the bride raised her eyeballs and dark sockets, smiled in response, shook her head, and stood still on the left.
The wet old man crawled out of the weir pond, his pale and swollen face was covered with emerald green duckweed, his mouth was open, and black sand flowed down continuously.
"Bai Sha is on the right." The Taoist raised his wrist and made a gesture, and the old people stopped moving, their black and blue eyes fixed on the outside of the village gate.
The heavy rain was getting heavier and heavier, Kong Xuyang looked at the two mahogany swords that were stuck in front of the village and glowed with golden light, his heart was burning with anxiety, and he gritted his teeth and cursed secretly.
The mahogany sword from a hundred years ago blocked the gate of the village, and he and the evil spirits behind him couldn't get in. They had to wait for the thunder to split.
There was a buzzing sound in the clouds, purple lightning flickered, and a thunderbolt more than a foot wide was thrown down, slamming hard on the Taoist at the gate of Yinshan Village.
In the dazzling lightning flash, the talisman paper on this Taoist's body was instantly annihilated, and the mahogany sword was shattered into sawdust in the blink of an eye.
The red and white Shuangsha standing on the left and right were bent and knelt under the pressure of the thunder, straightened their spines in the mud, and struggled to stand up.
Hundreds of resentful ghosts roared mournfully, filled with gloom, Xiyi shrouds were flying in the bleak wind and cold rain, and the voices of ghosts and ghosts were heavy:
"Heaven and earth are cruel!"
"Heaven's not fair!"
Kong Xuyang breathed a sigh of relief, overjoyed, and even read out the words from the imperial edict aloud: "Everyone in Yinshan Village has used sorcery indiscriminately, causing countless innocent deaths and injuries. Their crimes are too numerous to list. Do you want to punish them?"
When the thunder dissipated, the yellow talisman on the Taoist's face was chopped off completely, and his face was completely exposed. It was a face exactly like that of a white willow, with a calm expression and a calm tone: "A confession."
"It doesn't matter if you don't recognize it..." Kong Xuyang's smile widened, but he seemed to react suddenly, and looked over in astonishment, "What did you just say?!"
The Taoist, whose face was carved out of the same mold as Bai Liu, repeated calmly: "A confession."
The red and white demons on the ground looked up in amazement, and the ghost who died on the bridge also put down his umbrella, staring at the Taoist together with the zombies.
The Taoist looked at Kong Xuyang: "Over the past hundred years, your ancestors have used the tombs to accumulate Yin Qi for the souls of the people of Baoyin Mountain Village, to raise ghosts, and steal the vitality of descendants to force reincarnation, causing countless descendants of Yin Mountain Village to die in vain."
"This tomb array has been arranged so far, and the yin energy is enough to make us ghosts unite our souls and restore our sanity. It will also empty the entire Yinshan Village, so that we, the sinners, can avoid the punishment of being scattered in the imperial decree."
"But for hundreds of years..." The Taoist slowly raised his eyes, "The people in Yinshan Village in the tomb were tempered into fierce ghosts, their souls were separated, and they had no sense of mind. They only remembered what was given to them The order to stick to Yinshan Village and not let a single outsider in allowed them to indiscriminately kill many innocent passers-by.”
"What you said is indeed true. It is true that you have used sorcery indiscriminately and killed innocent people indiscriminately."
The Taoist man in yellow stepped forward, stepped across the main gate of Yinshan Village, lifted his Taoist robe, knelt down on one knee in the heavy rain, took the imperial decree from the stunned Kong Xuyang with one hand, and looked up at Kong Xuyang , in a flat voice:
"Regardless of whether it has been a hundred years or so, the murder of sorcery is the evil result caused by our people. It should be borne by other people, and has nothing to do with everyone in Yinshan Village."
"I would like to be punished and be struck by lightning until my soul is scattered. In exchange for a hundred years of peace in Yinshan Village, all living beings are safe, people go away, and ghosts go to ghosts."
"But before that..." The Taoist took the imperial decree from Kong Xuyang's hand, gathered his knees, and stood up slowly. The strong wind at night caused the three golden hair crowns on his head to shake from side to side.
Between the sky and the earth, blue and purple thunder lights flashed, as bright as day.
In the light of the lightning, the Taoist raised his rain-drenched face and slowly turned to look at Bai Liu in Yinshan Village: "Are you my descendant?"
"From the face." Bai Liu said in a respectful tone, "It should be, old man."
The two faces with almost the same face were facing each other across the archway in Yinshan Village, which was tottered by the storm.
One is wearing a white shirt and suit trousers, with a laid-back posture, as if watching a theater, the other is wearing a neat traditional robe, with calm eyebrows and eyes, and the two are tall, low, and inside. In addition, behind him is a screaming ghost, in front of him are bones of foreigners holding foreign guns and cannons, and beside them are Kong Xuyang and Yang Zhi who look dull.
The Taoist suddenly smiled, the smile was wide and generous, as bright as the sun and the moon, if Mu Sicheng was still awake, he would probably be frightened by the smile that appeared on Bai Liu's face, Bai Liu would never smile like that
"Grandpa? You were only in your early thirties when you died. What do you call it..." The Taoist couldn't stop laughing, his brows and eyes drooped softly, "You are a young man, but you are stubborn by nature. Did you borrow money? Can the old man help you?"
Bai Liu shook his head honestly: "Not yet, it would be great if you could help."
"I can help you." The Taoist grinned, "You are my offspring. Over the past hundred years, I have accumulated quite a lot of yin energy. It's okay to lend you a windfall before I leave."
He raised his foot like a flying dragon flying in the wind, and almost in the blink of an eye, he landed in front of Bai Liu. The Taoist robe was bulging due to the huge yin energy coming out of his body, and spread out in the air.
The three blond hair crowns on the Taoist's head spread out, and the blue and black yin that had lingered on his face for a long time dissipated, revealing a clean and handsome face full of vitality, and the black nails on his hands retracted, becoming clean, round and lively. Human fingers.
With half-lidded eyes, he leaned over and whispered in Bai Liu's ear, the voice of his words was faintly visible in the huge surge of Yin Qi, with a tenderness like pity:
"A hundred years ago, Yinshan Village was about to fall and be handed over. He had no choice but to make a deal with an evil god who appeared suddenly. He promised that he would protect Yinshan Village for a hundred years and prevent any outsiders from invading. Give this magic book, as a deal, give him his soul, and then suffer here for a hundred years."
"But the time of a hundred years has come, and the evil god who promised to end all this has come, but the time of Yinshan Village has suddenly stopped, stopping at the time when I was about to be trapped for a hundred years, once it was about to reach a hundred years At that moment, you will go back to seven days ago."
"Yinshan Village was trapped in a seven-day cycle and could no longer move forward. Some strange strangers began to enter Yinshan Village on the first day of this seven-day cycle."
"With so many people coming to Yinshan Village, no one dared to wake them up. They watched helplessly. These strangers came and went, just playing tricks and killing the ghosts of the villagers. These blessed villagers were killed by these hostile strangers. The visitors aroused resentment, became more and more unable to control themselves, and became more and more indiscriminately killing innocent people, neither human nor ghost, and wanted to end all this but there was no way."
The Taoist's slender and slender fingers stretched out from the Taoist robe, and his fingertips gently touched Bai Liu's forehead. murmur:
"Thank you."
"Whether it's you entering the tomb without hurting any villagers, or waking you up, thank you."
Bai Liu looked at the Taoist: "Don't you hate that evil god who played with and tortured you?"
The Taoist, who looked like Bai Liu, closed his eyes, recalled, and murmured to himself:
"...Hate so what, don't hate so much, I begged him voluntarily at the beginning, until now, I have never regretted it, I just remember that I knelt in front of him, betrayed the belief of the patriarch, and said—"
"But keep Dragon City Flying General here, don't teach Huma—"
The clouds and waves rolled in the sky, cracked open gaps, purple light surged, thunder roared, and the momentum was like a mountain avalanche, the rain was like waves, and the cracks flashed twice, forming a round ball of thunder, aiming at the ground That ethereal yellow-clothed Taoist slashed down fiercely like a thousand-thousand-ton force!
The Taoist in yellow suddenly opened his eyes, turned around, spread his sleeves and spread his robes, protecting the ghosts in Yinshan Village and the white willows behind him, and sternly uttered the last three words:
"—Duyin Mountain!"