Not long after Wu Xi left, Liu Qiao was sitting quietly in his room thinking about how to get out the ancient corpse.
Suddenly, a head with coiled hair stuck out from the door, with tender cheeks and a pair of dark eyes, looking at him with dazzling eyes.
"Who is outside? Come in..." Liu Qiao sat cross-legged with his back to the door, but he felt something and said without turning his head.
Upon hearing this, the figure walked in gently and walked to Liu Qiao's side, but did not speak, as if he was afraid of disturbing him.
But there is still a slight "ding-dong" sound of the rings colliding.
A slight fragrance came, not powdery, but like orchid or musk, light but not strong.
"Woman?" Liu Qiao was confused.
Then he turned around and looked, but it was a girl wearing a silver ring and a flowered headscarf, with thin eyebrows and dark, clear eyes staring at her.
Wearing an embroidered chicken-headed dragon-sleeved shirt, she is dressed up in colorful clothes, with silver rings in her ears, small silver bracelets on her hands and feet, and a clear "ding-dong" sound when she walks.
Liu Qiao looked at it carefully for a while and said in surprise: "Are you...A-Qing?"
"Are you practicing witchcraft?" A-Qing nodded and looked at Liu Qiao curiously.
Liu Qiao also nodded and looked at the pretty and lovely little girl in front of him who was dressed like a Miao noble, with red lips and white teeth.
There is really no connection with the savage who had a face painted with paint, his hair was disheveled, and he was wearing a deerskin skirt.
Looking at the curiosity in A-Qing's eyes, Liu Qiao asked with a smile: "Has your master (Wuxi) ever taught you witchcraft?"
A-Qing nodded, then shook her head and said, "I taught you...but...I didn't learn...the skill"
It is still a harsh Central Plains language, with a hint of heavy Southern Xinjiang dialect.
Liu Qiao also found it difficult to listen, but fortunately A-Qing was talking and gesticulating, so he could barely understand the meaning.
"Do you want to know about the Taoism of the Central Plains?" Liu Qiao said with a smile.
"Taoist skills?" A-Qing was a little confused.
"Well...that is, the witchcraft of the Central Plains..."
"Think!" A-Qing's eyes lit up and she looked at Liu Qiao with stars in her eyes, her little head nodding non-stop.
Liu Qiao smiled even more happily, like a bad uncle who kidnapped minors. He smiled and said: "I will show you the witchcraft of the Central Plains, and you can tell me about your witchcraft, okay?"
A-Qing hesitated and said, "Master forbids..."
"It's okay. If I don't tell him, he won't know." Liu Qiao said calmly.
A-Qing: "..."
About an hour later...
A-Qing held a piece of talisman in her hand and ran out of the hospital with a shy look on her face. She looked around all the way, cautiously, for fear that others would see her.
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In the room, Liu Qiao was sitting on the bamboo couch with an expressionless face, looking at the silver bracelet on his hand, feeling a little confused.
Don't get me wrong, a man and a woman alone...oh no, nothing happened just now.
The approximate process was that Liu Qiao used a magic talisman to summon a general, and transformed into a majestic general, and then left immediately, making A Qing's eyes full of stars.
A-Qing told some of the Miao Taoism she knew, as well as some legends.
Finally, Liu Qiao gave A-Qing a summoning talisman, which was considered a small protective gadget for her.
As long as you silently recite "Liu Xianren will appear soon", you can manifest a divine general. It doesn't matter how powerful it is, but it can still resist some tigers, leopards, wolves, or ghosts.
In fact, it is a bit of Huang Ting's aura from Liu Qiao, written in the talisman. The effect is similar to that of inviting gods, and it can only be used once.
However, A-Qing took the talisman with some trepidation, blushing to the very bottom of her ears. Without any explanation, she took off a silver bracelet from her ankle and stuffed it into Liu Qiao's hand.
When Liu Qiao was looking confused, A-Qing just glanced at him shyly, as if she wanted to remember his face deeply in her heart, and then ran out of the door very quickly, as if she had encountered a wolf or a tiger.
"What kind of situation is this? It's just a gift, isn't it?" Liu Qiao was puzzled.
Playing with the still warm silver bracelet, it has some hollow carvings and has been polished smooth and shiny, as if it has been worn since childhood.
I couldn't figure it out, so I didn't bother to think about it anymore. I shook my head and thought: "The method of three seedlings that this little girl said seems to be slightly similar to the voodoo technique I heard in my previous life."
In ancient times, Chi You had three strange men under his command. At that time, Chi You suffered countless warrior deaths and injuries every time he went on a campaign, and he was full of sorrow.
These three strangers said: "Using plain white as a flag to summon souls, and using Shouyang copper as a spirit to attract souls, can drive the dead back home."
Chi You appreciated them, so he named these three as priests and ordered them to be responsible for sending the dead back to their hometowns.
As expected, these three people had a strange skill. No matter how many people died, with a pop of a plain white flag, the dead would stand up. With a ring of a copper bell, the dead would walk back to the tribe for burial like a military formation.
In addition to being able to manipulate corpses, these three have their own abilities.
One is Wu Peng, who is good as a doctor, can heal injured soldiers, and can also make the elixir of immortality.
One is Wu Xian, who is good at astrology, can predict good and bad luck, and can boost morale.
There is another person, the most miraculous, called Wu Shi (shi), who is one of the ancestors of Sanmiaofa.
Rumor has it that Wu Shi was the military advisor of the god-man Yi, who could cast curses and concoct all kinds of magical poisonous insects.
Every time Shengyi led his troops into battle, he would bring poisonous insects refined by Wu Xi, so that he could be invincible in the battle.
Therefore, the Sanmiao people regarded Shengyi as their ancestor, and Wu Shi as their first ancestor. The successors of the descendants also called themselves Wu Shi, and over time, they were also called wizards.
Wu Shi then sat in Sijian Cave Heaven, and the qi masters in Sijian Cave, including the witchcraft of the forty-two subordinate villages, all inherited from Wu Shi.
Based on the few information from A-Qing, Liu Qiao could roughly guess that Si Jiandong's Taoism was more inclined to use poisons and cure diseases, as well as curses and manipulation of the undead.
"Instead of sitting around and waiting, why not go to their so-called holy mountain to see..." Liu Qiao made up his mind, then thought about his body shape and demeanor, and with a little inspiration, said: "Change!"
"Push, swish, swish" a cloud of smoke rose up, and another Liu Qiao appeared on the bed. He was dressed in exactly the same clothes and looked the same. His eyes were bright and he said: "Go early and come back early..."
But it was the aura of the ten generals that changed. This time, the Xinqiao Shen was used. The Xinqiao Shen was the most alert and good at imitating.
Liu Qiao also said: "We will be back in an instant!"
After saying this, Xunkou Tea's true body escaped through the water, turned into a streak of dim light, and flew out of the window.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "It's quite interesting to talk to yourself..." Liu Qiao, who was escaping from the light, laughed secretly.
In fact, the spiritual light also came from Liu Qiao's body. Although he had his own subtle thoughts, he was still connected to each other. The conversation between the two was really like talking to himself.
He borrowed water to hide in the air along the way, circled the village twice, and then flew in the direction of the holy mountain pointed by A-Qing.
The holy mountain is Baiman Mountain, which is called Gaizhu Mountain Blessed Land in the Central Plains and Sijian Cave Heaven.
It is about two to three hundred miles away from Li Zhe's village. To a Taoist practitioner, it is only a short distance away. In just a flash of light, we are already outside Gaizhu Mountain.
Gaizhu Mountain is not big, just high, and there is a finger-thick bamboo with thorns growing all over the mountain. Even if this kind of thorny bamboo grows for more than ten years, it is only two or three feet tall.
With a radius of about tens of miles, a bamboo forest path extends from the foot of the mountain to the top. There is a group of buildings on the top, all made of large bluestones, just like primitive stone houses.
Along the winding mountain road, there are many people dressed in Sanmiao costumes, old or young, men or women, going up the mountain, kowtowing step by step, like a pilgrim.
Liu Qiao let the light escape up to the top of the mountain and headed towards the stone houses. The light escaped from the water seemed to merge with the blue sky, making no sound and being difficult for mortals under a hundred feet to see.
Quietly passing by the stone houses, there were not many inhabited ones. They were all used to store pots, various types of cloth, clothes, tea, dried vegetables, and medicinal materials.
There are about forty or fifty stone houses, all the size of an acre, lined up in a row.
Liu Qiao inspected the ten or so stone houses in front of him, but there was no sign of anyone in any of them. When he arrived at the twentieth stone house, he saw some young men living in them.
I looked under the eaves with my hidden light. I saw that the stone house was covered with bamboo beds. There were about dozens of people living in one room. I observed with the Dharma Eye that most of them did not have channeling skills, and even their energy and spirit were scattered, just like ordinary people.
They were probably some handymen. They passed several stone houses in a row, and they were all like this. There were about two to three hundred people, all under the age of twenty, and they were all teenagers.
Seeing this, Liu Qiao simply bypassed the handyman apprentice areas in the front and went straight to the slightly larger stone houses in the back to investigate.
This time I finally saw something sensible. In a large and dark stone house, pots of firewood were set up. There was a altar in the center, and an old man sat on it with his back to the door.
Her hands are like chicken feet, with a few sparse locks of white hair scattered around. She wears an embroidered golden pheasant colored dress, a silver ring on her neck, and a small silver bell on her wrist, which makes a "ding-dong" sound when she waves.
There were several coffins in front of the altar, and the old man in colorful clothes was mumbling words and dancing, seemingly practicing the law.
The old man took out a snare drum and beat it rhythmically "dong...dong...dong".
Along with the difficult-to-pronounce incantations, it really sounds like a folk song. I can’t understand it, but I just think it sounds good.
Liu Qiao crawled on the crack of the stone to watch. Hearing the tone of this mantra, he felt a little immersed in his heart, as if he wanted to dance along with the drums and mantras unconsciously.
"It's so fascinating!" Liu Qiao was secretly alert and quickly bit the tip of his tongue before breaking away from the spell and regaining consciousness.
I was secretly surprised that the old man's incantation was so evil even if he didn't recite it towards me. If he recited it towards me, he wouldn't fall into it.
"Creak... creak..." At this moment, the large wooden boxes in front of the altar made a series of heart-wrenching sounds.
Liu Qiao took a closer look and saw that there were several rotting and stinking corpses in the wooden box, but under the skin of the corpses, there were little bumps, about the size of soybeans, like toads.
And as the "dong dong" drum beat became faster and faster, the small bumps under the skin of the corpses swam away quickly, as if there were insects inside that were eating away at the flesh.
"Boom!" Suddenly the old man banged the Dharma drum hard, and there was a strange "squeaking" sound in the wooden box.
Countless ant-like bugs the size of rice grains crawled out in dense numbers, which was terrifying.
Liu Qiao was also surprised and said secretly: "Is this the Taoist technique that A-Qing said to control poisonous insects?"
"Who!" the old man shouted.
Liu Qiao had been holding his breath and concentrating, and then he was surprised and his breath was revealed. The old man was also a practitioner of Taoism. He had high magical power and sensitive facial features, so he could sense it inside.
After a tentative shout, there was no response. The old man immediately knew that it was not the servants who were peeking, but an outsider here. He snorted coldly and banged the Dharma drum.
"Boom..." a drum sounded.
"Whoosh!" Countless cold rays of light flew out from the old man's sleeves, fluttering in all directions, like plum blossoms raining down, instantly passing through the wall and shooting out.
"Hey!" The moment the old man noticed it, Liu Qiao secretly alerted himself and hurriedly flew out of the mountain with his escape light.
Not daring to stop along the way, Zongguang flew for about ten miles before landing in a barren mountain, where he randomly found a grotto and burrowed into it.
He quickly sat down on the ground, untied his sleeves and checked, and couldn't help but said: "I was careless, I didn't expect this Taoist technique to be so weird!"
There were no bloodstains or wounds on his right shoulder, but Liu Qiao could feel that an unknown hidden weapon, as thick as a hair, had penetrated from his shoulder and was drilling into his heart orifice as he breathed.
But the old man sent out countless cold rays, which were unknown hidden weapons. They were as small and silent as a hair, and their speed was extremely fast. Even though Liu Qiao saw the opportunity quickly, he was still hit.
Liu Qiao was so frightened that he ran away quickly. He didn't dare to breathe all the way and kept breathing inside, so he used escape skills to escape for more than ten miles and hurriedly hid under Shi Yan to check his injuries.
"Oh, after all, I have underestimated the world's masters. How can Si Jianshan be listed as a side gate with thirty-six caves?" Liu Qiao said with a little regret in his heart.
But at this moment, there was no use regretting it. The needle, as thin as a hair, seemed to have a spirit. It was still scurrying inside Liu Qiao's body, making noises and entering the heart and lungs, destroying the internal organs.
You have to find a way to force it out, otherwise your life may be in danger.
It can only be blamed on the lack of protective magic weapons. If there were purple ribbon fairy clothes, etc., these hidden weapons would not be close at all.
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In the stone chamber of Sijian Mountain, there was a sudden gust of wind, and in the blink of an eye, seven or eight strangely dressed and weird-looking people either pretended to be in the wind or turned into rainbows and gathered around.
There were old and young, men and women, all obviously people of the Immortal Sect and Taoism. As soon as they came here, they all asked: "Mr. Baizu! I was surprised to hear the sound of shouting just now. We rushed to help. Where is the person?"
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This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The old man in colorful clothes who plotted against Liu Qiao is a famous immortal family in southern Xinjiang. He is known as Baizu Taoist in the Central Plains and Duojie Weng in southern Xinjiang.
Or Centipede.
A-Qing also told Liu Qiao his legend, saying that Patriarch Baizu lived for more than four hundred years and was famous throughout the world.
And there are more than ten people left in this stone room, all of whom are Jian Dongtian Qi Practitioners. Each of them has practiced for more than hundreds of years. They are fellow Taoist disciples and brothers. Looking at the world, they are all people with great reputation.
A one-eyed old woman with her head wrapped in flower cloth and wearing a red coat asked, "Fellow Taoist Baizu, have you already solved the problem?"
This old woman is named Tianlan Immortal Grandma. She is the person with the longest and most prestigious practice in Sijian Mountain. Her magical powers are still superior to those of Bai Zugong.
Baizu Gong didn't dare to be negligent after hearing this. He quickly stood up and returned the courtesy, saying: "That man escaped very quickly and reacted very quickly. I couldn't catch him at the moment, so I let him go!"
"The sacrificial meeting is about to start, and it's not surprising that some cats, dogs, demons and ghosts gather here to take advantage of the autumn wind."
A beautiful woman with a clear voice, who appeared to be in her twenties and who wore a bun in a bun, said, "This woman has also had a long-standing reputation in southern Xinjiang. She is known as the Jade Silkworm Fairy for being able to stop children from crying at night."
The person who looked like a three-foot-long child at the bottom heard the words, shook his head and said slowly: "According to what Brother Baizu said, that person is probably not a cat or a dog. Ordinary people cannot escape from the hands of Brother Baizu..."
He has a rough voice, and judging from his appearance, he must be in his thirties or forties, but for some reason he is dressed like a child, with a double bun and a yellow collared shirt.
And he is a dwarf. If he didn't speak, just looking at his back, one would really think he was a pink child.
Bai Zugong stroked his beard and said: "What my old friend Jinhuan said is absolutely true. Just look at this person and go away in a flash. He doesn't look like a scattered person, but looks like someone from a great religion..."
The dwarf in the yellow shirt, also known as the Golden Huan Tong, is a master of Taoism and has practiced Taoism for hundreds of years, and has already gained a reputation.
This Si Jianshan faction, except for Grandma Tianlan, Jinhuantong, Baizu Gong, and Lady Yucan.
There are eight people left who have achieved magic power. They are all late in learning. Although they have been practicing for hundreds of years, they all have Taoist skills, but they have no reputation.
So these few people who are talking are the masters of Sijian Dongtian in Gaizhu Mountain and the forty-two villages with a radius of thousands of miles.
Bai Zugong sneered: "Although he ran fast, he should have been hit by my five calamity needles...hehehe..."
When everyone heard this, they all smiled easily.
Only Immortal Grandma Tianlan held her dragon-head peach wood staff and said solemnly: "Be careful. The sacrificial meeting is of great importance and is most likely to be looked down upon by outsiders. Especially in troubled times, there is no chance of being careless."