Chapter 152

When master Tan fell to the ground, he seemed to hear the sound of blood flowing out of his eyes.

The feeling of fear and powerlessness reminded him of what happened in Wang Township a few months ago. At that time, he was also lying in bed, unable to move or speak. The whole world was very noisy, but he could only lie in bed quietly.

"Click, click."

This was the sound of the hands of the wall clock moving. The severe pain didn't make him lose his mind, but made him wake up terrible.

He knew he was dying.

At the moment when the curse failed, it was doomed to his fate.

When he was young, he was lonely and helpless. He was taken abroad by his adoptive father and lived a carefree and respected life. At that time, he knew that the tan family had been so beautiful.

More than 20 years ago, his adoptive father died because his array failed. Unexpectedly, he embarked on the same road as his adoptive father.

It seemed that death was not so terrible. He lived for the tan family all his life until the moment he fell, he could finally relax.

He seemed to see that when he was a child, he stood at the gate of the not spacious orphanage. The Dean, dressed in blue cloth, squatted in front of him and handed him a little white dog milk candy.

The milk candy was fragrant and sweet. He was reluctant to eat it. After getting on the car, his adoptive father threw away the milk candy that was about to melt.

"As the future heir of the tan family, you have a lot of good things to enjoy."

From then on, he wore good clothes, ate exquisite food, and even had a group of people around him to take care of him.

The time of the orphanage had lost its color in his mind, but those memories had become fresh again.

The milk candy, and the white font printed on the chest of the dean's grandmother's blue cloth clothes.

Huaxia Apple welfare home.

The dean's grandmother said that they are the sweetest and most cherished apples in the future of China, not abandoned children.

The palm of the dean's grandmother on his head is warm and the smile is gentle.

Although China was not rich at that time, in his memory, he was not hungry or cold, but he had no luxury clothes and luxury snacks to enjoy.

Huaxia

Huaxia

He licked the dry corners of his mouth, as if he had tasted the little white dog milk candy.

I really want to taste that candy. It must be very fragrant and sweet.

The world is quiet, quiet in the dark.

"Oh, my God!" a man guarding the door found something wrong in the house and called out to his companions: "something happened to master Tan!"

The man who had just vomited from the bathroom endured the nausea in his stomach, went to master Tan, explored the pulse and breath between his neck, stood up and said, "dead."

"What about this?" the companion looked at the tragedy in the room and felt that the room was full of people.

"What else can we do?" the man in black didn't look at the body on the ground anymore. He strode out of the house, lit a cigar, took a few mouthfuls and said, "clean the house."

"The body of master Tan..."

"What's the use of people's death?" the man puffed out a smoke, "directly cremated and buried."

He looked at the blood on the soles of his feet and rubbed it on the sofa: "the shelf is so high that it's not useless waste. It's a waste of time."

He didn't see it. Black gas from the soles of his feet rushed into the center of his feet, and his forehead became dark.

"Master Qi..."

After the array disappeared into the night, Xiang Qiang and others looked at Qi Yan in awe and fear, "just now... What's going on?"

"Nothing, just did a little trivial thing." Qi Yan waved his hand and resumed his usual smiling appearance, but after tonight's incident, no one dared to underestimate him. Even LV Gang, whose mouth is harder than diamond, is a look of lingering fear.

He owes so many times in front of Qi Yan. Qi Yan hasn't cleaned him up. I don't know whether the other party is broad-minded or his life is big. Anyway, from today on, he doesn't dare to owe in front of Qi Yan.

Seeing that LV gang was silent, Qi Yan joked, "I love your magic weapons."

LV Gang retorted, "yes, when will you compensate me for these magic weapons?"

After saying this, he reluctantly shrugged his shoulders and looked at Qi Yan. He couldn't help but want to antagonize him. This impulse couldn't help it at all.

Master Pei smiled and said, "master Qi, you're welcome. All the magic tools are external objects. As long as you're okay."

Qi Yan didn't focus on the topic of magic tools any more. He planned to find an opportunity to compensate them.

Others treat each other sincerely. He can't take these as ordinary. Coming and going is the way to get along.

"It's ten o'clock," Qi Yan looked at the time, "it's time to get ready."

This mountain is very close to the famous fangwai mountain. It is a real hidden dragon vein. However, because this mountain is really insignificant, it has neither special scenery nor ore worth digging. Even the soil is not particularly fertile, but the vegetation grows very well. No one knows that there is a dragon head hidden at the foot of the mountain, so it has been very safe for so many years, and even foreign forces can't find it.

Qi Yan could know whether this was the head of a main dragon vein in Central China or because his master asked him to carry a broken book.

At that time, the master said it was a treasure book of tianyimen, but he didn't believe it since the master took it to pad the foot of the table once. Whose treasure book will be used to pad the foot of the table. Is it worthy of the word "treasure"?

Take the stones in the mountains and set up an array that fits the nature of heaven and earth. In this way, we can better borrow the power of the dragon vein.

The stones were all ready. Qi Yan asked the special group to put the stones in the position he designated, and then drew a strange line on each stone with his jade pen. Because there was no cinnabar and no light and shadow effect, we didn't know what he drew.

But master Pei saw him draw it with his own eyes. It's not like a seal character, it's more like a very old totem. It's like the type in which the Witches of various tribes prayed to their tribal gods to find more food when the planting industry was not very developed thousands of years ago.

Ancient and complex, but it can make people feel solemn totem.

This is not so much a worship of God as a worship of nature.

At that time, human beings appreciated the food given to them by nature, because with nature, they could pick fruits, hunt, and then continue to survive.

When humans invented more and more tools and learned to plant and breed, this ancient ritual decreased. Up to now, we can only see relevant introductions in some archaeological materials. Those ancient totems have long lost their meaning, and no one can understand what they mean.

Qi Yan painted very seriously, even more seriously than when he painted the array just now. He wrote every stroke carefully. Before the stone was finished, fine sweat came out of his forehead.

Until the last stone was painted, he went to the middle of the stone array, spent a repeated totem, and then said to Xiang Qiang standing outside the array, "when is it?"

"Eleven thirty-eight minutes and thirty-two seconds."

"It's almost time."

Qi Yan looked at LV gang and master Pei, "you two, the left and right directions depend on you."

Master Pei and LV Gang nodded silently. In fact, they are just Dharma protectors. It is not them that really need to contribute, but Qi Yan.

The three sat cross legged and began to read the Scriptures quietly.

Xiang Qiang looked at Qi Yan's Taoist robe and found a place to sit cross legged.

There was a moment of silence. Everyone knew that it was related to national affairs. No one dared to be careless.

Relevant departments also sat quietly in front of the computer and looked at the video images from five places. More than 20 people sat in the whole hall, but there was no sound at all. All they saw was a picture divided into five small squares on the big screen, waiting for a miracle to happen.

In the eastern mountains, Lao Li Tou was wearing a strange looking earth colored robe with a mountain map embroidered on it. He looked very strange. But at the moment, no one laughed at his clothes, but focused on his mouth and gestures.

"Now Hao Tu is looking for the 17th generation disciple of the wooden door..."

In the western mountains, Hao Meili is wearing a red Han robe and a bright red wipe on her forehead. Although she is no longer young, this dusty beauty can ignore age and time. This is something emanating from her bones.

"The 21st generation disciple of Hongyi sect..."

In the southern mountains, Lao Wang bit his finger, drew a water wave pattern on his face, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Today's eleven generations of Shuibo sect disciples

In the northern mountains, the aunt who likes to knit sweaters was wearing a green long-distance running, wearing a double branch winding crown, pinching out a strange formula with both hands and saluting the earth.

"The ninth generation of xunmu disciples..."

In the TV, the host in festive clothes stepped on the big stage in a burst of happy background music.

"Dear viewers, there are still five minutes to go before the year of dog. Once again, we wish the audience at the scene and in front of the TV happy, happy, healthy and everything goes well."

"I don't know what new wishes you have for the new year?"

"Now let's hold the hands of our families, say a word of blessing to them, and then let's look forward to the coming of the new year."

"Our host here has a pair of couplets that we want to dedicate to all audience friends in China. In the last two minutes, let's read out this pair of couplets."

"The people are peaceful and welcome the prosperous times!"

"Good weather, praise the year of China!"

"Audience friends, let me count down and cheer for the New Year!"

"Nineteen eight seven six..."

"Five four three two one!"

"Happy New Year!"

Boom!

Kyushu Huaxia fireworks bloom together, so beautiful, so dazzling, so beautiful that people forget all their troubles, just cheer for this moment.

At the same time, five mountains in China emit light as bright as day. This light is intertwined with gorgeous fireworks, and then scattered on this beautiful land. It is so conspicuous and so insignificant.

No one cares about these rays. They are busy talking about the blessing words for their friends. They are busy with the boring Spring Festival party on the Internet, make complaints about how noisy the firecrackers are, and laugh at each other, and spend the happy New Year's Eve that is not much different from the previous years.

"Yes."

Qi Yan looked at the light in the sky, showed a brilliant and silly smile, and then fell to the ground in the cheers of Xiang Qiang and others.

In the hall of the special department, more than 20 men and women looked at the picture on the big screen and couldn't help crying.

It's done! Really!

This is the best New Year gift in China, although Chinese people know nothing about the gift they have received.

After midnight, a netizen sent a microblog.

I'm not really a Panda: just now there was a mysterious light on the back mountain of my house. Did you say that some daxiandu robbery was successful.

This microblog attracted the laughter of netizens, and even many people compiled jokes about how monsters celebrate the new year.

So the microblog caught fire on the happy New Year's Eve.

Under this microblog, there was a humble reply, but no one liked it, so it didn't attract anyone's attention.

I'm Meimei Nana: maybe it's not that there are great immortals to cross the robbery, but that there are immortals who have given us a mysterious gift in China.

Qi Yan found himself dreaming again.

He was still ten years old, lying on the table drawing symbols and seal characters. The master sat on the shabby rocking chair next to him, drinking with a teapot.

"Master, can you make a lot of money by learning these? I'll take you to big cities and live in beautiful houses in the future."

"Oh, there is such a big volunteer when you are so young?" the master's rocking chair creaks, but the smile on his face is very bright. "OK, when you make a lot of money, leave the best house for me."

"Yes." the little Qi Yan nodded solemnly.

The master got up, walked up to him and gently stroked his forehead: "child, although I am a disciple of Tianyi, I pay attention to doing what I like, but there is a word you can't forget."

"What?"

He looked up at the master with a rare solemn expression.

"Tianyimen people can never betray their faith and help tyranny."

"You mean, let me cherish the common people?"

"Hahaha, what kind of common people do you have in mind?" the broad palm of his hand was bald on his head.

"But please have a good life and make things better."

Qi Yan opened his eyes and saw Cen Baihe and pottery Ru sitting by his bed.

"Money!" Tao Yiru and Cen Baihe showed a surprised expression.

Qi Yan held their hands and smiled and bent his eyes.

He will have a good life.