Chapter 216 Just like falling flowers after leaving someone
The sound of Jiang Wen closing the door when he left echoed in his ears, and it seemed like a partridge was shouting a few words in the bushes. In the mountain house that was so cold to the bone, soon only the two old monks were left sitting opposite candles.
Until Jiang Wen came down the mountain, it was time for the two of them to talk. Master Anren slowly expressed the doubts in his heart.
"Senior brother, I still can't figure it out... A serious disease like that of Xu Gong Hongzu could be cured by fumigation in the medicine pool. The female donor only had a slight scar in her meridians. Why did she suffer such a calamity?"
Abbot Hongbian sighed softly and talked about the past.
"Anren, do you remember what the master said when he built the medicine pool? It's sad to say that the stone cave medicine pool had little effect on you at first. The donor Xu Hongzu also interrupted the fumigation because of thieves stealing books. Now the female donor has met with something unexpected.
It makes sense.”
Memories came to mind, and Master Anren also sighed in a low voice: "Amitabha, of course I remember Master's words. Master said that if the stone cave medicine pool is built, even if it has miraculous effects, if the time of blessing and wisdom is not achieved and the karma is sufficient, it will not work.
In the end, it will be difficult to achieve success.”
Abbot Hongbian said calmly: "That's right. We committed greed by forcing opportunities. It would be better for Pinzhao to go down the mountain to benefit others and get Jiang Tanyue to donate with compassion. When this good relationship is formed, the Buddha will naturally bless him.
"
After saying this, he raised his hand and said to Anren, "Besides, who else in the Sittan Temple is more suitable than Pinzhao?"
Master Anren was stunned when he heard the words, and then he showed a hint of enlightenment, and his body that was sitting cross-legged suddenly straightened up, "This good relationship originated between the two of us, and it should be repaid by Sidan Temple. It's good, it's good, I am.
I almost forgot about the photos..."
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On the winding mountain road outside the gate of Xitan Temple, the dark-faced young monk stood in the shade of the trees and bumped into Jiang Wen who was carrying Luo Shuang'er down the mountain. He had obviously been waiting here for a long time.
Xitan Temple is the easternmost jungle of Jizu Mountain. It leans against nine dangerous cliffs in the back and faces the large and small dragon ponds in front. It has a good geomantic omen and is surrounded by two layers of dragons. Therefore, the road is difficult to climb in the dark night. At first, the two of them didn't talk much.
Under the guidance of Pinzhao, we first came to the open area at the foot of the mountain, where we could vaguely see a patch of white sand like snow outside Fengwei Village, and then we quickly walked around the trail to the north.
As the road gradually became smoother after going down the mountain, Jiang Wen, who was carrying Luo Shuang'er on his back, was in the mood to chat with Pinzhao. After going back and forth, he also found out some things he didn't know before.
Pinzhao looked honest and honest, and his facial features were not that of a Han Chinese, but his behavior was quite like that of a monk. However, Jiang Wen now knew that he had not received full ordination, so he could not be called a real monk, so he casually asked about him becoming a monk.
s reason.
After some inquiring, Jiang Wen found out which tribe Pinzhao was from, which was later called the Naxi tribe. They were closely related to the Mu family. The Mu family was the official surname of the Naxi tribe.
Those who use the surname Mu are only limited to the Mu family. Even relatives of the Mu chieftain must change their surname to "A" after three generations, and "He" after five generations.
"Little Master, it turns out that not only are you not Han, but your identity is also unusual. With our relationship being so familiar, why are you still hiding this from me?"
Previously, the young monk mentioned that his common name was "Acuolin". Jiang Wen only thought it was a name in a dialect. He did not expect that his surname was "A". He also forgot that Xitan Temple was the family temple of Lijiang Chieftain Mu's family.
, if this little monk is really ordinary, how can he become a monk here casually?
"Donor Jiang, I have never concealed anything from you. I heard the abbot and the elders talk about you earlier. It was Master Uncle Jing who said he was afraid that I would talk to you, so I couldn't bear to tell you."
Pinzhao looked at Jiang Wen innocently, looking a little aggrieved, as if he wanted to tell everything he had been holding back to prove his innocence. "My uncles don't believe me. Although I'm not very familiar with Jizu Mountain, Yunnan
I still know more or less about this area. I think what the donor encountered was not a ghost, but a dry muntjac!"
Pinzhao was walking and talking, looking around vigilantly at all times, as if he was very careful about the ghosts and shadows in the mountains and forests. He turned around and realized that Jiang Wen didn't believe it and continued to explain.
"Uncle An Ren once said that this is true. There is a lot of metal energy in the land of Yunnan. The people who mined the mines were crushed to death when they encountered a collapse. The resentment was so deep that it lasted for hundreds of years. When they were infected by the metal energy in the land, they became
If you encounter a living person inside the cave, you will pounce on it and bite it to death, or it will turn into poisonous smoke and kill people outside the cave."
These words were somewhat personal. Jiang Wen listened to him with a smile before he asked unhurriedly.
"Well, the story can be told so vividly - little master, did you not like to study much before you became a monk?" Jiang Wen suddenly asked about his soul.
As expected, Pinzhao instantly became discouraged and said to Jiang Wen embarrassedly: "The donor discovered this. I used to like to run out and have fun, and my sister always taught me a lesson and wouldn't let me interact with those unscrupulous people."
People come and go.”
Jiang Wen laughed at first, and then patted him on the shoulder empathetically: "It's okay, my parents didn't let me play with bad kids at first, but they definitely didn't guess that who would play with me, a good kid..."
Pinzhao perked up after hearing the words, and instantly wanted to introduce Jiang Wen as a confidant. The friendship between the two also increased with each other's words: "Little Master, I would like to ask, why do you always want to seek supernatural powers?"
?How will this be of use to you?"
Pinzhao looked at the dark mountain forest and murmured to himself, "My powers are so versatile, you won't understand..."
There was only a moment of silence, and Pinzhao soon revealed his youthful nature. After a few casual words, he pretended to be mature and said to Jiang Wen: "Donor Jiang, although you have magical powers and are not afraid of these things, 80% of the people you met in the cave
It's the 'dry muntjac', I'm afraid it crawled out from the cracks in the rocks when you weren't paying attention!"
"Dry muntjac?"
Jiang Wen recited the name several times, and was very unfamiliar with this thing mixed with some accent, so Pinzhao simply introduced the thing with strange powers and chaos on the desolate night road.
Pinzhao told Jiang Wen that Yunnan has been plagued by disasters and military disasters since ancient times. When civilians encounter disasters or military disasters, they will hide in the mountains and wait until the war subsides before coming out. If they go back and forth like this, they will encounter some unexplainable things in the mountains.
Strange things.
"For example, there are countless ghost caves in Jizu Mountain. People once escaped and hid in them accidentally, but they all died inside. These caves are not difficult to find. If someone goes in, they can see piles of bones.
It’s big but it’s huge inside. Footprints of people and livestock will always appear on the fine sand at the entrance of the cave. After they are swept away, they will appear again. When it’s night, the mountain will be covered with ghost fires as if it’s raining..."
Jiang Wen thought about it for a moment. The scene where Luo Shuang'er was soaking in the medicine pool and the mummy of a miner in rotten clothes quietly emerged from the cracks in the rocks made her scalp feel numb. Unfortunately, Luo Shuang'er was unconscious now and there was no way to tell her.
What exactly happened in their cave.
"Little master, what I encountered was a 'dry deer' or a 'terrible ghost'. The most important thing now is to revive the person. By the way, do you have any good ideas to revive Sister Shuang?"
Pinzhao looked at Jiang Wen with determination, obviously very happy that he could be of use. He pointed to the mountain col not far ahead and said: "Donor Jiang, don't be anxious, I have a way for you to wake her up. Wait until we get to the front.
Wherever you stay, you will definitely be able to wake up the female donor!"
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"Amitabha, I'm still a little worried about Pinzhao."
Master Anren said to Hongbian with a serious expression, "Senior brother, Pinzhao's practice is still shallow and he is obsessed with supernatural powers. You and I tried every possible means to bring him into Buddhism. Now we let him go back to contact the heretics. Will there be any repercussions?"
Harmed him?"
Abbot Hongbian sat still as still as a mountain, slowly twirled the Buddhist beads in his hands, and whispered in a low voice without stopping, "Anren, carrying water and firewood is nothing more than learning Taoism. Pines, wind, water and moon can all be used to practice Zen. What's wrong with wandering heretics?"
Zhao has been studying Buddhism under the disciples of Sidan Temple for some time. If he easily returns to heresy, then what is the use of studying Buddhism to him?"
"But when Pinzhao first went up the mountain, he almost committed suicide trying to find the foggy road in Jizushanyin to travel to Cuiguo. Now it is dangerous to let him go out late at night. He is afraid that he will get lost and wander into the depths of the sea of misery."
Master Anren was still worried. At this time, he looked like an ordinary old man. What he did and said was far from the majestic Abbot Hongbian in front of him, let alone compared with the Buddhist genius who was infinitely close to the Arahant status. It seemed that
The cultivation of Buddhism is nowhere to be found in him.
Abbot Hongbian nodded slightly, and in turn persuaded his junior brother, "Anren, this is how things are in the world. When people hear praise, they are happy, and when they hear slander, they are angry. Every time their merits and demerits change, they rise and fall in the six paths of reincarnation. Therefore, the Buddha is
People in the world talk about the Five Precepts, the Ten Good Deeds, the Eightfold Path, the Six Paramitas and all kinds of dharma, and correct the misconceptions of people with the knowledge of enlightenment, but we can only try our best to practice it..."
"Amitabha, the journey through the foggy green country is illusory. People say that there are white deer accompanying the snow to brew fine wine, but I only saw mountains of white bones. The Buddha's light shines all over Jizu Mountain, but it cannot shine through the sea of evil.
Cause and effect are destined, and if this is the case, there is naturally nothing the old monk can do..."
Master Anren fell silent and appeared to be listening attentively, as if he had noticed some subtle changes in the misty night.
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Jiang Wen kept track of the steps in his mind and walked about two miles north to the foothills of Jizu Mountain. He finally stopped under a flat rock. He raised his eyes and saw the village cluster hanging high in the sky. There was a pool of clear water in the middle, which was sparkling.
This is the Dalongtan you can see when looking down from Sidtan Temple.
The water in Dalongtan is four to five feet deep. According to Pinzhao, it never overflows or dries up all year round. Locals can freely carry water from this pool for thirsty drinking and irrigating their gardens. This is also the so-called Jishan outer ravine. In the early years, people climbed the mountain.
People all over the world regard this place as the starting point for entering the mountains, and then they can rest in Fengwei Village.
Pinzhao took Jiang Wen into the village in a familiar manner, and then walked to the edge of the village, near a thatched eaves low-pressure house. It was cold and windy late at night, and the oil lamps in the house could be seen slightly shining through the windows, and occasionally figures appeared on the gauze.
On the bed, the coughing sound was also faint and audible.
Pinzhao calmed down for a moment, then went up and knocked on the door gently. Soon, a slow and stagnant pace sounded in the room out of thin air, and the other noises suddenly disappeared.
"Who's knocking?"
Pinzhao didn't say anything and continued to knock on the door gently, but just like that, the reassuring coughing melody slowly sounded in the room again.
The firewood door slowly opened, still cautious in its movements. The dim yellow light lit by turbid oil suddenly shone on Pin's newly shaved scalp. Opposite of it, an old woman with a wrinkled face poked her head out of the house.
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Jiang Wen stood three steps behind Pin Zhao, not wanting to show any aggression so as not to irritate the suspicious old woman. At the same time, the woman's curly bun, ringed ears, and strange clothes also made him slowly guess that Pin Zhao was here.
The intention of the line.
"Are you...Acuolin?"
The other party recognized him for a while, and then he recognized the familiar facial features on the stranger's face, and slightly relaxed his grip on the door panel.
"Grandma Sunny, it's me, open the door and let me in."
"No, you can't find the fog road to travel to the Cui Kingdom anymore. It's useless no matter what you say! In order to help you last time, the four-headed god Karan got angry and broke the sutra tablets. If you continue to act like this, you will be led by the wind ghost.
gone……"
Pinzhao's face turned green and red, and he held his breath and said decisively to the old woman: "Grandma Sunny, this is not why I came today - there is a good man whose soul has been lost, and I need your help to find it!"
Jiang Wen could tell that although this old woman with curly buns and ears looked ferocious, she looked at Pingzhao, or Acuolin, with a kind of awe. Her evil appearance was just to scare him away. In fact, she did not
Not wanting to offend him, seeing that Pinzhao couldn't drive him away at this time, he opened the door coldly and let a few people in.
"...Huhun? Then come in."
The floor inside Chaimen was simply paved with sand, and several wooden beds were placed randomly in the room. It was a subtle mixture of emptiness and narrowness. It turned out that the lamps and candles were dim and could not illuminate the interior furnishings clearly.
What's more important is that the eyes begin to feel sour, because there is a strange smell of old herbs and old people's oil, a natural mixture of strange smells entering the nose, making people frown slightly.
Pinzhao entered the house to say hello, and Jiang Wen discovered that in addition to the vicious old woman, there were also several old women who seemed to be sleeping. Their bodies were hidden under the thick quilts and remained motionless. Only the occasional strange throat noises were heard.
They are in a state of sleep between sleep and non-sleep.
"Grandma Sunny, the situation is urgent. Please call back the soul of the female benefactor quickly."
Sure enough, the old women saw Ah Cuolin in more than just a picture in front of Jiang Wen. As soon as he gave the order, they all took action, leaving only the vicious old woman still muttering.
If the one in front of me only had gray hair, then the few old women who climbed up on the bed were undoubtedly gray-haired. They glanced at Pinzhao tremblingly and took out some weird things from under their beds.
Things, including divine crowns, staffs, bells, sheepskin drums, conchs and many other magical objects, as well as wooden knives, short bows, birch arrows, wooden pestles and other sundries, were placed on the bed in a daze, and then everyone started working on their own.
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The ferocious old woman walked into the house and took out a brazier, lit the tinder again made of juniper branches, and picked up a cusp wood witch stick with various patterns of animals, stars, treasures, etc. engraved on all sides.
"Little Master, are you doing some religious ritual?"
"Wanli Yunnan Tongzhi" says: "During the three hundred years of the Song Dynasty, South China was abandoned as a foreign land, and few words survived, so that the two Han Dynasties could not be continued..." Jiang Wen understood it and took it seriously.
It turned out that he had led him to find the wizards of the Moji tribe in the village. In a place where Bai, Miao, and Naxi people live together, I am afraid that only locals like Pinzhao can accurately find the wizards. The teachings of the Moji tribe have been passed down from generation to generation.
Bajiao is very different from Han people. It seems that there should be witchcraft that can awaken Luo Shuang'er.
Sonny is either the name of a certain person, or a few old women with curly buns, ears, and weird clothes, or some people who are regarded as "vulgar" and "unscrupulous" by the Han officials. There are still witches named "Sanny" among the people. "——This is undoubtedly the remnant of some ancient customs, so that even survival must be cautious.
"Donor Jiang, put the female benefactor on the ground quickly. Later, Sonny's mother-in-laws will start to chant the spell. I will hold her hands and feet tightly to prevent the evil ghosts from approaching her. You will take off your shoes and blindfold. One hand was close to the brazier and the other hand grabbed the female donor's wrist."
Pinzhao ordered Jiang Wen in a familiar manner. It was obviously not the first time he had experienced such a ceremony. The toothless mouths of several old women were mumbling vague words at all times. Pinzhao listened carefully while speaking. Jiang Wen was informed of the follow-up matters and a simple folk altar was finally decorated.
"Donor, please remember to close your eyes and never open them. Until you see the female benefactor waving to you, grab her and open her eyes, forcefully bring her soul back, and ignore the rest!"
It didn't take long to prepare, so Jiang Wen followed the instructions honestly, feeling the warmth of the firewood crackling in the brazier with his palms, and covered his eyes with a piece of cloth.
Sunny's mother-in-laws were sitting around Luo Shuang'er holding magic weapons, while the presiding priest held a witch stick and faced the brazier, constantly throwing in fresh Erythrina wood branches. Thick smoke filled the air and filled the whole room.
Not long after, several people suddenly let out a long chant of "Woo...". The Sunny grandmothers blew the conch horn, rang the bells, and beat the tambourine. They shook their bodies on their hands and feet, making a sound like the arrival of a great god. Jiang Wen slowly fell into silence amidst the noise, discerning every sound around him and waiting for the agreed-upon opportunity.
I don't know how long time passed. Jiang Wen didn't wait for any changes before his eyes, but there was a commotion in his ears first.
"Bang!" "Bang!"
The closed wooden door suddenly shuddered, as if someone was banging on the door panel again and again, trying to break in. Grandma Sunny, who was in charge of the sacrifice, was shaking all over. She threw eryngium branches into the brazier non-stop, opened her mouth and blew the flames in the basin, hoping that it would soon come. Some burning green branches.
"Don't worry about it, it's just the wandering god knocking on the door. The donor just needs to concentrate..."
However, as soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind blew out of nowhere, and the sound turned out to be that the door suddenly opened and rushed towards several people.
Pinzhao stared blankly at the dark night, his hands and feet paused for a moment, but the strong wind never stopped violently bombarding Pinzhao and Jiang Wen who were facing the door. At this time, only this human-shaped screen could stop the chaos and reduce the number of people. Due to the power of the strange wind, the candles in the house were instantly extinguished, leaving only the firewood in the brazier burning, which could illuminate a small area.
Jiang Wen, who was blindfolded, suddenly felt that Luo Shuang'er, who had been unconscious for a long time and had a limp body, started twitching with her hands, as if she was being violently stimulated by electric current and was about to break away and attack at any time.
"Donor Jiang, you must hold it down! Don't let go!"
Pinzhao continued to warn in the strong wind, his tone anxious, as if as soon as Jiang Wen let go, Luo Shuang'er would rush into the night in confusion and disappear into the mountains and forests. He looked outdoors in a daze, not expecting such a thing to happen beforehand. Due to an unexpected incident, I had to take over from Grandma Sunny and throw in the eryngium branches so that she could concentrate on waving the witch stick and let out a long whine.
But the strong wind was still raging, constantly tearing apart everything that could be overturned in the wooden house. The cold moon and long wind in Jizu Mountain just happened to add a bit of weirdness and sadness to this mysterious and primitive ceremony, plus the whole body was convulsing. Luo Shuang'er was trembling, and Jiang Wen once thought that he was also dreaming.
"Acuolin, you're not the wandering god! It's Feng Gui who discovered you again! You shouldn't have come to Jizu Mountain!"
The ferocious old woman banged the eucalyptus witch stick desperately, causing dust to fly on the ground, and roared some words to Pinzhao, while Pinzhao looked indifferently outside the house, as if there was something familiar and unfamiliar in the dark forest. Calling for ambush, there was a shrill suona sound among the wind, and they slowly walked towards the mountains and forests.
Pinzhao looked at the mountain forest infatuatedly, and the strength to suppress Luo Shuang'er became weaker and weaker. In his eyes, he vaguely saw a woman in a red wedding dress, staggering towards the lonely mountains with her back to him, but her steps were swaying in the wind. The posture did not advance at all, and was clearly more like a hanged ghost floating on the branches.
"elder sister……"
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Outside the window, strange shadows could be faintly discerned among the reeds. At the foot of the mountain, dogs could be heard barking in the distance. They screamed one after another, barking toward the sky until the shapes of the mountains and the moon rippled like water.
Master Anren sounded old in a low voice. When he raised his head to look at Abbot Hongbian, his eyes were worried, "Senior brother, once Donor Jiang leaves, Xitan Temple may be in trouble again. You have worked hard for this foundation, but I am trapped." Working here is in vain, so how can I go to see the master..."
Master Anren is so eager that only he himself knows the reason. In the past few decades of hard training, not only has he not made any progress at all, but he has also been unable to move from listening, thinking, practicing, and entering samadhi. On the contrary, his body is declining with age, and he does not know when. Life will come to an end.
The debt he felt toward his master and senior brothers became more and more profound in his heart, so much so that his Buddhist cultivation was still in a state of regression.
Abbot Hongbian twisted the beads and was silent for a long time, then said in a meaningful tone: "Junior brother, do you know what the four great quiet masters in the mountain are talking about?"
Master Anren sighed slightly and turned his head to the side: "It's just that he wants to take advantage of others' danger and compete for the position of the Mu family temple in Lijiang, which is the leader of the Jizu Mountain temples."
The relationship between the temples in the mountain has always been in a very delicate state. At first, it was only thanks to Zen Master Benwu, a well-known eminent monk and abbot, that he could outshine all other temples. However, since the death of Zen Master Benwu, the relationship between the temples has gradually declined. Their relationship became discordant, and because of rumors secretly circulating among the monks that Sidtan Temple was haunted, they secretly jointly targeted Sidtan Temple.
But Abbot Hongbian did not speak, and his gray-haired man remained silent in silence. He just raised his eyes to look at his junior brother, and in this look, Master Anren seemed to be struck by thunder.
He is so familiar with this kind of gaze. He is so silent, capable of shouldering heavy responsibilities, and never forgets his own devotion even when he is determined to study. He is more and more like his original master, Zen Master Benwu. He is also doing this for his disciples and for the monastery. He worked hard until the last minute, and even walked to Tiantai Mountain for himself, seeking Anren's last glimmer of hope...
In fact, when Master Anren hurriedly went down the mountain to seek rescue, he found that Abbot Hongbian was in a very strange state. It seemed that all the emotions of joy, sorrow, and joy were extremely weak on him, and there was also a huge The sense of mission is returning from the netherworld and taking over this old body.
Today's Abbot Hongbian looks very much like Zen Master Benwu. At that time, he just frowned slightly. Even if he took Jiang Wen to a certain place according to his orders, he could no longer see in his words that he had tried his best to befriend Jiang Wen before.
mean.
Senior brother remained silent, so Master Anren could only refrain from discussing it for the time being. However, Anren could guess that in the short period of time from when he left to when he returned, the only thing that could bring such a huge change to senior brother Hongbian.
It is unique that the four great masters of Jizushan Temple came to visit...
Abbot Hongbian suddenly smiled indifferently and lowered his eyes, "The four great masters of tranquility in the mountain did not come here for this matter. It is just because it is once every ten years, and it is time to reopen the Yixuan..."
Master Anren had mixed feelings in his heart. He looked at the silent senior brother and instantly understood the reason why the senior brother was so clearly liberated. He also understood the reason why he saw the shadow of the master in him.
The Chinese Buddhist jungle in Yunnan was originally centered on the Liberation Forest in the Black Dragon Pool of Lijiang. Eminent monks gathered like clouds and the incense flourished for hundreds of years. However, Tibetan sects also coveted the wonderful treasure of the Karma Kagyu Sect during the Wanli Period.
He personally defeated many eminent monks and took away the ownership of Liberation Forest. Externally, the chieftain of Mufu said that he listened to the suggestion of Karma Kagyu Living Buddha and that Han Buddhism could not suppress the plateau terrain of Liberation Forest, so he moved the Han Buddhist temple
He went to Jizu Mountain and built Xitan Temple as the leader. From then on, Fuguo Temple in Liberation Forest became the largest temple of the Karma Kagyu Sect in Tibet.
Later, Jizu Mountain became another center of conflict between Sino-Tibetan Buddhism in Yunnan. When the building was about to collapse, thanks to Zen Master Benwu's surprise, he defeated the Dharma King Miaobao who wanted to take advantage of the victory.
Zushan established his position and agreed with both parties to have another debate twenty years later.
There was no Zen master who was exhausted both mentally and physically and could not wait. In the debate that followed during the Gengchen period of Chongzhen, the temples in Jizu Mountain tried their best to avoid defeat. However, the opponent seemed to be able to handle it with ease. But now that the opponent has made a comeback, there is an internal chaos in Jizu Mountain.
It is difficult not to say that it is a desperate situation for the Dharma heir to be torn apart.
"Amitabha, this timing is too coincidental..."
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Jiang Wen held Luo Shuang'er's hand tightly. The blindfolded eyes could not prevent him from feeling the things around him. He could clearly detect the people swaying around, the door of the hut opening, the surrounding beds collapsing, and the mountains outside the door rolling wildly. This scene
The strong wind blowing from Jizu Mountain for some unknown reason actually hit the edge of Dalongtan.
"Pinzhao, are you okay?! Answer me quickly!!"
The surroundings were extremely noisy and quiet, but Jiang Wen didn't know whether he was dreaming or awake. He didn't have a top at hand to test how long it would spin.
In response to this, Jiang Wen's first reaction was to lift the veil and open his eyes to take a look, but Granny Sunny beside her was still moaning, frantically blowing the conch horn, ringing the bells, and beating the tambourine.
, with no intention of stopping for a moment, which made Jiang Wen not sure whether he had made a mistake.
Pinzhao didn't answer for a long time, and Jiang Wen couldn't understand a word of the old women's words. So quickly, even Pinzhao's movements of suppressing Luo Shuang'er's hands and feet disappeared, as if he was turning into a ghost and drifting towards the wall.
, so Jiang Wen could only deal with it according to his own method - at least he couldn't let the twitching Luo Shuang'er sit up, right?
The meridians on his body were like knives cutting, but Jiang Wen still couldn't care about these many things in his desperation. He forced out a trace of his inner strength to suppress Luo Shuang'er. When the two of them were touching hands and feet, Jiang Wen suddenly noticed that Luo Shuang'er was inside her body.
There is also a familiar internal force that is entangled in the Niwan, Shanzhong and Dantian. It is like the shadow of cold light, which makes people feel heart and lungs. It is the strange and changeable "Hanshan Jin"!
Jiang heard that the same inner energy in the sea of qi was suddenly pulled, and intuitively a ray of light seemed to radiate from the center of his eyebrows, shining inextricably on Luo Shuang'er's forehead. Accompanied by the almost crazy chants and sobs of Sonny's mother-in-law, the eyes under his eyes
The scene became clearer and clearer, and finally I saw Luo Shuang'er's figure!
Jiang Wen clearly saw in front of his eyes that it was a garden full of flowers, with countless palaces and pavilions, and the scenery was beautiful. The splendid scenery gradually went further and further to the end of the world. However, there was a tall and graceful osmanthus tree in the garden. Luo Shuang'er was standing there.
Standing among the trees, he appeared and disappeared, like a fairy among the flowers quietly and independently, closing his eyes and looking towards Jiang Wen.
With such a scene clearly before his eyes, the confused Jiang Wen instantly remembered what he was going to do, and quickly stepped forward to grab Luo Shuang'er's arm.
"Universe Superman, open your eyes!"
But just when he was about to exert force with his hands, he found that the other party and the laurel tree were indistinguishable from each other. When he heard the sound, his eyes opened wide and he looked at himself unconsciously. There seemed to be a divine light in his pupils that alternated between yin and yang.
Guarding the spiritual platform forever - Jiang Weneng could feel that there was nothing in the divine light, but there was a phantom that was somewhat similar to himself!
Jiang Wen was stunned for a moment, then grabbed Luo Shuang'er's arm and pulled him out of the osmanthus tree. In an instant, the whole world of flowers began to hang upside down, and there was a huge force that threw him away from the sky. He could only hold on to the opponent tightly.
He refused to let go, and at the moment of weightlessness and dizziness, Jiang Wen decisively pulled off the cloth covering his eyes!
The moment he opened his eyes, the illusion was shattered, and everything in front of him fell into silence. Jiang Wen was still sitting on the ground facing the extinguished brazier. He held Luo Shuang'er's hand tightly with one hand and pinched out the bruises on his five fingers. Then he looked at
Luo Shuang'er's mouth was covered with bloodshot eyes, and countless terrifying bloodshot eyes slowly appeared in the originally snow-white and translucent skin!
"Donor...you finally woke up..."
Pinzhao spoke weakly, his complexion extremely dark and sallow.
The eucalyptus witch sticks in the brazier have been charred, and now in front of them are rows of brightly colored wooden signs with vague human shapes. Countless elves, demons, and fairy protectors are drawn on them, and they seem to be quietly performing a scene.
There were joys and sorrows, but at this moment, for some reason, the wooden signs were turned upside down, tilted, broken, and cut, each of which made deep carvings on the sandy ground——
Beyond the chaotic carvings on the wooden sign, there are strange traces left like crawling appendages, extending all the way to the outside of the door...
"Pinzhao, are you okay? Why don't you feel right?"
Jiang Wen saw that Sunny's mothers-in-law were also paralyzed half-dead, and asked quickly, but found that Luo Shuang'er's breathing and heartbeat began to become steady, as if she was awakened from a nightmare and was a precursor to waking up after sweating profusely.
Pinzhao lowered his head in extreme pain, and there seemed to be tears left in the corners of his eyes. At this time, he was wiping in embarrassment, not caring about the sand on his hands getting into his eyes.
"It's okay, donor, there's nothing wrong with me, my mothers-in-law are just tired..."
Pinzhao said weakly, "The most dangerous thing is the female benefactor. Sunny's mother-in-laws said that the female benefactor did not lose her soul, but was poisoned. Fortunately, she had a 'congpuxi' on her body, so she could do both."
We restrained ourselves from breaking out, but if we delay it any longer, we will inevitably die."
"Little Master, what do 'Duxi' and 'Congpuxi' mean? Does this mean someone poisoned you?"
Jiang Wen asked while looking carefully, and sure enough, he found that the streaks of purple blood on Luo Shuang'er's skin turned out to be wisps of poisonous gas that had been forced out of the body, condensing in the blood and about to be discharged. Although the appearance was terrifying, she seemed to be out of the most danger.
The poisonous gas attacks the heart.
Pinzhao quickly explained: "No. I don't know how to say 'Cong Pu Xi' in Chinese, but in your words, 'Du Xi' should probably be called...'Gu'?"
As soon as the words fell, Pinzhao noticed that Jiang Wen in front of him suddenly had an extremely dangerous look in his eyes - a fear that was unfathomable even when walking on a cliff of thousands of feet late at night - but there was something in his mouth.
He only said one word of relief.
"...Amitabha, it turns out that someone has cast a poison."