Chapter 73 The moonlight is like water, flowing in this piece of heaven and earth
The setting sun hung on the top of the mountain, reflecting half of the clouds in the sky.
The slowly moving carriage pulled a slanting shadow and stopped in front of a dilapidated thatched hut with no one nearby. When the wheels stopped, Chen Yuan loosened the reins in his hands and his body trembled faintly.
"Master...Father, please rest here tonight."
After getting out of the car, Chen Yuan's whole body shook as soon as her feet hit the ground. She stumbled to the house, holding on to the door frame and breathing heavily.
When the crazy old man who was playing with a puppet in the car saw this, he immediately threw the puppet behind him and hurried outside to run to his apprentice. He saw him shaking non-stop and walking around helplessly.
"My good disciple, you...what's wrong with you?!"
He hurriedly helped Chen Yuan into the house. He didn't know whether the original owner of the house was dead or had escaped in a hurry. Many of his belongings were still there.
Chen Yuan lay down on the simple wooden bed, his whole body shivering with coldness, his face became extremely ugly, and sometimes there was even green, blue, and red Dharma light changing.
Qingxu of the Tianshi Mansion only said that Chen Yuan was killing too much, but what he didn't know was that Chen Yuan also sucked more than 3,000 Yuejie people, and there were 7,000 including war horses.
In the previous battle on the riverbank, the mana was still there and could be suppressed, but now the mana was exhausted, and the blood and flesh sucked in a large amount began to bite back. Of course, Chen Yuan didn't know it at this time, and his consciousness became a little blurry.
Blood-red threads protruded out of Chen Yuan's body like living creatures, circling around Chen Yuan's body. Her vague moans gradually turned into a slightly painful moan.
"What happened to my apprentice? He was fine just now. Don't scare me, master..."
The crazy old man scratched his head and scratched his head anxiously, pacing back and forth at a loss. At this time, he hurriedly ran to the carriage, hurriedly took out the Guan Zhang Sishen puppets, and placed them one by one at the end of Chen Yuan's bed.
I also climbed up and looked at my palms for a while, thinking hard, 'It's not about eating, it's not about eating', 'The mana comes out quickly, comes out quickly.'
Then, press Chen Yuan's forehead to transfer the magic power.
The two people have the same method, and there is no rejection of the magic power they practice. The changing magic light on Chen Yuan's face gradually calmed down, and the four wooden sculptures of door gods standing at the four corners seemed to be exerting their strength, turning the wandering and entwining red light.
Si was forced to go back.
Over there, Chen Yuan's painful expression disappeared on the bed, and he let out a vague moan. His consciousness gradually recovered, and he arrived at the Taoist temple in the mountains as if the sun had cleared the clouds.
The thin clouds and mist dispersed from before his eyes, revealing the straight stone steps. The moss that originally climbed up the cracks in the stone steps had long disappeared and became clean and tidy. Along the way, flowers of different colors bloomed in the wilderness outside the Taoist temple, and butterflies
It flaps its wings and flies among the flower beds.
The sun shines on the plaque - spiritual vision.
Chen Yuan walked under the plaque and saw that the incense burner in front of the main hall had turned into a large bronze cauldron engraved with dense runes, and three sticks of thick incense lingered with the scent of sandalwood.
In the main hall with the words 'House of Heroes', there were six statues of gods standing on the originally empty altars. With her fingertips brushing against these delicate stone carvings, Chen Yuan bowed to these heroes one by one and raised his head.
At the beginning, I suddenly noticed that the faces of the six statues were somewhat gloomy, with a faint aura of violence.
'Is it related to the fact that I smoked more than 3,000 people?'
While thinking about it, Chen Yuan suddenly discovered that there were two small doors on the left and right sides of the main hall. He temporarily suppressed his thoughts and went over to open the door. A straight path went straight up, with deep bamboo forests on both sides, blown by the wind.
Rustling.
At the end of the stretch, it was foggy, and only the outline of a main hall could be vaguely seen. However, unlike the Renjie Hall, the outline of the building was filled with gloomy air, and occasionally there were eerie ghost cries.
A name suddenly flashed through his mind.
‘Senluo Hall.’
"It's a pity that I can't go up." Chen Yuan tried to walk up the stone steps, but no matter how he walked, he would return to the original position. But how to open this Senluo Palace, Chen Yuan currently has no idea, but with this small
The appearance of the door probably has something to do with the number of Renjie Halls.
'Perhaps outstanding people are the foundation stone. Only when the foundation stone is strong can the next hall be opened.'
"Chen-yuan!"
At this time, Guan Gong's voice came from the main hall behind him, "Go back!"
The moment Chen Yuan turned around following the voice, he was suddenly brought back to reality. He opened his eyes suddenly, and the orange glow was shining through the broken window lattice and falling on his face.
The master was lying on the edge of the bed snoring loudly. The old cow was lying on the window with a pair of big horns exposed and cautiously peeping. When he saw Chen Yuan looking at him, he hurriedly put down his two front hooves and ran away quickly with his tail wagging.
Feeling that the mana in his body was full and reaching a bottleneck, Chen Yuan looked at the master who was smacking his lips and sleeping soundly. He felt warm in his heart. He put the old man on the bed and covered him with the quilt with a smile.
Later, he discovered that the wooden sculptures of the four door gods were placed at the four corners of the bed, and he suddenly understood why the statues in the Hall of Renjie looked so gloomy and gave off a ferocious and violent aura.
While Chen Yuan was using the magic formula to click on the four wooden sculptures, he also revealed dozens of puppets in the carriage, even Lu Bu and Xiang Yu, one by one.
Suddenly, in front of the dilapidated thatched hut, dozens of puppets were running around and chattering near the carriage. They were then stopped by Qin Qiong and Yu Chigong and gathered together for training.
Lu Bu rode the rouge horse, roared with laughter, and jumped into the nearby grass. In the blink of an eye, there was no movement.
Guan Yu let the red rabbit roam around, put down the Green Dragon Sword, and borrowed "Miscellaneous Mysteries of Huangchuan" from Chen Yuan. He squatted in front of the huge pages and slowly savored the bizarre stories in it.
Occasionally disturbed by the noise, he scolded his second brother who was not far away. Zhang Fei's wooden sculpture was holding a straw and beating a rat that ran by.
The western clouds revealed a magnificent red glow.
Flocks of birds flew across the glow. In front of the hut below, Chen Yuan found a few logs. With a lively voice, he carved out the appearance of the beauty he saw in his memory. He blew away the sawdust and carved her into pieces.
Put aside the dull wooden carving of Xiang Yu.
This is the only way to fulfill them.
The night pushed away the orange sunset, shrouding the world in darkness. Soon, a bonfire was lit. Lu Bu came out of the forest on a rouge horse, holding a rabbit ear in his hand, and dragged it to Chen Yuan.
Seeing a pair of figures under the eaves, they excitedly dismounted and walked towards a pair of dolls sitting side by side, pointing their halberds at them.
"Do you dare to fight with a certain family?"
Xiang Yu's wooden sculpture didn't even look at him. He silently hugged the puppet in front of him and stood up and left. He walked to a corner where no one would disturb him. They leaned together and looked at the clear moon gradually revealing the night clouds.
A low voice said: "Yu Ji... we can watch the stars and the moon together again."
Chen Yuan looked at the two wooden sculptures next to each other and laughed. Lu Bu on the side held up his chin. For some reason, he looked at Chen Yuan and said, "Can you carve out a certain family's wife and children? Even if they are fake, I will
It’s also satisfying.”
Then, a wooden figure flew over and kicked Lu Bu away. The latter stood up, raised his halberd, turned around, and shouted: "A black-faced thief, you are going too far!"
next moment.
Two little wooden figures rolled together, and the dust from the fight filled the air. All they could see was punches and kicks, and bursts of curses.
"The ring-eyed thief is going too far!"
"You robbed my brother of Xuzhou, and I haven't settled the debt with you yet."
"...How do you say you stole my horse?!"
Qin Qiong and Yuchi Gong brought a group of puppets over and pointed at the two fighting people, seeming to be explaining something. The puppets nodded in confusion.
Chen Yuan leaned on the hare on the wooden stick, not worried that the two wooden sculptures would be injured, since the real ones were not here anyway.
"Second Master, Third Master, what's going on? If nothing happens, just pick on Lu Bu."
"Third brother, it's just boring to have time. Lu Bu is the only one here who has a holiday. If not him, who can we look for?" Guan Yu's wood carving waved his hand indifferently and told Chen Yuan not to talk to him. He was reading a story in a book.
After that, Chen Yuan waved the roasted rabbit under the master's nose. The old man closed his eyes and slowly got up following the smell. He walked outside the house and then woke up.
After tearing off half of it and handing it to his apprentice, the crazy old man sat in front of the campfire, eating with his mouth full of oil and laughing loudly as he watched the two wooden sculptures fighting.
The moonlight was like water, reflecting the noisy scene in the bonfire below.
…
Under the same moonlight.
In the majestic imperial city, two figures on horseback rushed to the palace in the cold moonlight. Knowing that the 30,000 Yuejie cavalry were wiped out, Emperor Gongsun Lun stayed up all night and walked around excitedly in the study in the side hall.
When I heard that the guards outside came to report that the Grand Governor Sima Ying and Qingxu of the Tianshi Mansion had returned to the palace, I immediately asked someone to invite them over and asked them the whole story. I suppressed my excitement and banged the table.
"My worries have been resolved. Let's fight back the barbarians on the north bank of Ruihe River with all our strength and regain the lost ground! Taoist Qingxu, I just don't know where that cultivator is and can he leave his name?"
Qingxu lowered his eyes slightly and bowed.
"Your Majesty, I don't know where he is, and he didn't leave his name."
His tone was not high-pitched, but it sounded harsh to Sima Ying who was standing beside him. It was clear that Taoist Qingxu knew about it, but why didn't he say it? Was he trying to gain credit?
In fact, Sima Ying didn't know that Qingxu did this to protect Chen Yuan and the emperor.
For a moment, he turned away the conversation.
"Your Majesty, a practitioner, Xianyun Yehe, is not suitable for being an official. We should seize the opportunity now and take advantage of Lianglong's troops to come to our aid. We will drive away the remaining Yuejie barbarians in one go and restore peace to the people."
"Don't worry, Taoist Master, I have a plan."
The emperor behind the desk looked at the warm yellow lampshade, thinking of the Taoist man who killed thirty thousand men, and couldn't help but sigh: "It's such a pity for me, Xianyun Yehe, a cultivator. When this war is over, I will never treat anyone unfairly."
For a minister who has made meritorious deeds, no matter what, he should be consecrated and built a temple to show his merits!"
The words fell decisively.
At the same time, across the Taotaorui River, dozens of miles away on the north bank, in the stretching military camp, a Duhou named Xu Huaiyu had a nightmare and woke up from his sleep.
In the past few days, he had heard that the Yuejie people were detouring around Hezhou and attacking Luodu. He had not slept well for two days.
Thinking of his wife and children at home, he sat by the bed and listened to the footsteps of patrols in the camp, feeling a little relieved.
'...I'm afraid I won't be able to go back this time.'
Xu Huaiyu walked out of the tent wearing a single coat, looked at the stars in the sky and sighed.