Quick travel god stick demeanor

When the ghost's yin energy invaded the human body, it was extremely cold, and instantly froze a section of Xie Ange's arm.

Ignoring the stench, Xie Ange recited the mantra, golden yang energy surged, forcing out a wisp of black yin energy, a section of the arm returned to its original state, and the stiff wrist regained its flexibility.

In an instant, the raging fire, howling crowd, and broken houses receded like a tide, and in a blink of an eye, it became what the village looked like before it was burned.

A high altar was set up in the village to worship Dukang, the god of wine. Every Lidong, under the leadership of the witch, the villagers would offer four fruits, three teas and five wines, joss sticks, incense sticks, and so on to the gods. Yuanbao paper money... praying for good weather and brewing the best wine to worship the god of wine.

And the scholar abducted the most outstanding wine maker in the village—Alan, a disciple of Dionysus, and he deserved to be punished severely by Thunder!

Several tall and strong villagers escorted the tied scholar, took him to the altar, and forced him to kneel down.

The sorceress's white hair was wrapped in a brown cloth, and her clothes were very simple, but she wore a colorful mask on her face, which was very intimidating.

She shouted: "Quiet!" The quiet and majestic tone made the crowd fall silent.

The villagers clasped their hands together and bowed their heads to the sorceress.

"The sinner Wei Lei." The sorceress stared at the scholar coldly, took the grapefruit water from the person next to him, twisted the grapefruit leaves, walked around him, and sprinkled the water on the scholar, "Abduct the disciple of Dionysus, hinder Sacrificing is a crime that cannot be forgiven. You should use the fire to purify your sins, and you must pay homage to the god of wine, we firmly believe in it."

The scholar who was dizzy from hunger hung his head, unable to refute.

"Use the instrument of torture!"

Soon a tall cross was erected on the altar. The villagers stuffed rice bran into the scholar's mouth, tied a cloth strip around his mouth, tied him to the cross, piled firewood under his feet, and poured white wine.

The sorceress murmured: "Sue the gods, we believe in everything, and there will be no disrespect." Then he threw the torch on the firewood and danced a sacrificial dance.

In such a serious atmosphere, the villagers were both respectful and awed, with fanaticism flashing in their eyes.

And Xie Ange seemed to be one of these villagers. Watching the burning here, he bit the tip of his tongue and forced out a little blood, so as to keep himself awake and not indulge in illusions.

Suddenly, he found that in the dark corner, Alan was watching all this with a blank face, watching the former amiable relatives send her lover to the altar, watching the scholar being burned at the stake, writhing in pain and powerlessly Body.

Watching and watching, two lines of tears slowly flowed down, but Alan's expression became more and more indifferent.

The next day, a smell of burnt flesh lingered around the altar.I don't know what the sorceress did, but the smell was quickly cleared.

Alan became more and more silent, and his temper became more and more eccentric.

In a daze, Xie Ange stood in front of Alan.

Like a puppet, Alan turned his head around, staring at Xie Ange intently, and said grimly, "Cousin, don't try to persuade me."

She tilted her head, every movement seemed to be slowed down, giving people a chilling and weird feeling, and asked quietly: "Cousin, do you have a heart? You are not afraid of being knocked by ghosts in the middle of the night. door?"

Regarding this question, the truly innocent Xie Ange was very calm: "I don't do anything wrong, so naturally I am not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door."

Alan laughed loudly, the laughter implied grief, and he could hardly stop.

Xie Ange walked out silently, thinking silently, how to resolve the resentment of these ghosts?

Because of the huge grievances, this village has formed an unstable different space, just like the world in the painting in Liaozhai Zhiyi, which will not be easily discovered by people, and thus has been hidden from the ghosts of the underworld.

The heavier the resentment, the more stable this different space will be. Over time, when the villagers are strong enough to escape from here, they will definitely harm the world.

If Alan was still there, it would be okay to say that the person who tied the bell had to be untied.The problem is, the culprit has long since disappeared, and he has no chance of reincarnation.

The stooped grandmother next door saw Xie Ange, and said to him with a smile: "A Cai came to see Alan again! Ouch, he is getting more and more handsome. If my grandson grows up, he can be half as handsome as you." I!"

Ah Cai was indeed good-looking, although his face was not exquisite, he was tall and handsome, and when he smiled and showed his white teeth, he was even more sunny.

Xie Ange remained silent. Grandma Sun's grandson had already died in the fire, and his wronged soul had not entered the underworld. He would never have the chance to grow up again.

He wanted to save these villagers. Although they were wrong, not all of them were wrong.

At least, those children who didn't have time to grow up are innocent.

Water beats fire.

To extinguish this fire, Xie Ange has two spells that can be used: the spell of clear wind and rain, and the spell of sweet rain.

But how to extinguish the fire in the illusion?

This is where things get tricky.

It is also necessary to resolve the grievances of the ghosts, and be careful not to use the yang energy, so as not to accidentally bring disaster to the villagers.

The Rain of Rain, which has the ability to subdue demons, is naturally better, but Xie Ange is better at combat-type Taoism, this kind of life-type spell, especially the Rain of Rain, which consumes a lot of spiritual energy. Considering the size of the village, a battle After the Ganlin spell, it can exhaust Xie Ange's true spirit.

At that time, the real hand has no power to restrain the chicken and is at the mercy of others.

If the resentment of these ghosts cannot be resolved, and the ghosts will be against him, it will be over.

While Xie Ange was thinking, several ladies ran to Alan's house and taunted her.

When the ladies get together, the first thing the gentlemen see is always the beautiful Alan. Only when the gentlemen are frightened by Alan's indifference, they will consider other ladies. This makes other ladies always have a kind of love for Alan The illusion of something you don't want.

Jealousy is born at this time.

The lady who broke Alan's scandal was also there, and her sweetheart always cared about Alan's share, so she couldn't hate it.

Alan, who has always had a bad temper, turned a deaf ear to it. The ladies scolded her for a while, but it was boring when no one answered, so he left angrily.

The scene changed quickly, and the red flames licked the village again, fueled by vats of fine wine.Someone mistook white wine for water and poured it on the fire, not to mention that the flames were not suppressed. The flames soared in the wind and blew towards the fire extinguisher.

The smell of the scholar's death swept the entire village.

There were cries, calls for help, and wailing one after another.

When the pillars were burned, there was a crackling sound, and the red-hot houses collapsed, and the smell of wine filled the village, making every breath smell like wine.

Xie Ange didn't hesitate anymore, and lightly jumped onto the altar, took out the yellow talisman, stained the brush with cinnabar, and drew the rune on the talisman paper.

With one stroke, the strokes are round and smooth, and when the pen falls, the aura flickers, and the strokes are completed.

He made a trick, and the talisman papers floated up one after another, forming a circle around himself in the air.

"Keeping away thunder and lightning, serving the master of wind and rain, Xusou, between the heaven and the earth, the wind and the cloud flow in and out. A drop of clean bottle of water, the flying line is like a scorpion. It turns into four days of coolness, sweeping away the grievances of the world." Xie Ange read in his mouth.

The talisman paper flew into the air, ignited and ignited spontaneously. In an instant, a cool wind blew and dark clouds floated.

Not long after, heavy rain poured down, extinguishing the fire and exposing the original ruins.

Xie Ange's clothes were wet, his hands were so weak that he couldn't even make a fist, and his fingers trembled slightly.

The villagers stopped their movements slowly, looked around blankly, and muttered to themselves: "Are we saved?"

Some people were at a loss, some woke up from a dream, some cried bitterly, and some were looking for their families.

They finally got rid of this terrible nightmare.

As the grievances had dissipated, those charred ghosts quickly faded away from their horrific appearances and returned to their former appearances.

The villagers gradually gathered, and the male villagers brought their families together, and they bowed deeply to Xie Ange: "Thank you, Immortal, for saving your life."

The villagers were burned to death, naturally resentful, but also in the cycle of day after day, they understood the wrong things they did, and finally they were tortured so much that they only wanted to get rid of this environment and go to the underworld to reincarnate.

It wasn't until Xie Ange's arrival that he extinguished the fire with a shower of rain and resolved their grievances.

"You don't need to thank me." Xie Ange looked at these ghosts with mixed feelings in his heart, "Good and evil are rewarded, everyone respects themselves."

The wrong things they did, when they arrived in the underworld, they would be executed by their own judges, and they could not escape.

The illusion slowly dissipated, and the dark clouds in the sky dissipated, revealing a few stars, twinkling in the night sky.

It turned out that it was already night.

Not long after, Black and White Wuchang hurried over with ghost messengers.There are so many ghosts who haven't entered the underworld, and there are quite a few in the underworld. As soon as they got the news, they immediately sent out a luxurious lineup to detain the ghosts back to the underworld.

It's not surprising that Xie Ange has seen black and white, but Xie Ange practiced the most authentic and overbearing Taoist spells, and the yang energy emitted unconsciously from his body was like the sun in the sky, which was enough to make the spooky ghost messengers tremble with fear.

Black and white impermanence had no choice but to thank him from a distance, not daring to go forward: "Thank you for your help, Taoist priest."

"You don't need to say thank you for what you have to do." Xie Ange resisted the discomfort of losing strength, hid his hands in his sleeves, and said softly.

"Daoist Gao Yi."

A bunch of ghosts left quickly, coming and going in a hurry.

Xie Ange rested on the spot for a while, feeling better, before planning to leave, when he turned around and saw a person, he was startled, his pupils shrank slightly.

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① Adapted from "Song of Praying for Rain" by Bai Yuchan, a poet of the Song Dynasty.