Dark clouds cover the sky, thunder bursts, strong wind sweeps through the forest above the Taihang Mountains, the grass and trees sway, and the birds and animals tremble.
At this moment, five masters were seen running in a hurry while practicing Qinggong. The leader was wearing a cloak, and a wide-sleeved robe could be vaguely seen under the cloak. He did not look like a person from the martial arts world, but looked like a noble person in the capital.
The other four people have round-necked arrow sleeves and feathers hanging from their waists. In addition to horizontal swords, bows and arrows, they also have a short-handled iron bone flower specially used to deal with armor. This is a battle weapon, which is rare in the martial arts.<
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The five people were running through the rugged and steep mountain road when suddenly there was a sound of thunder in the sky, and lightning struck a strange rock peak in the distance, causing the mountain to tremble and rocks to burst out.
When the cloaked man heard the thunder, his heart was shaken, his feet gave way, and he fell and rolled over. When the four followers saw this, they screamed and rushed after him.
Fortunately, the cloaked man quickly stabilized his body, put his feet firmly on the ground, and plowed a shallow ditch to slow down the rolling momentum.
"General!" The four attendants hurried forward to help the cloaked man up, and asked without delay: "Run! The old monster is going to catch up!"
The cloaked man glanced around and saw a low building at the foot of the mountain below, which should be a temple: "Let's go there to take shelter!"
"General, it would be bad if your whereabouts are exposed!" A follower hurriedly spoke to dissuade him.
The cloaked man angrily shouted: "What do you know? That old monster is best at hunting in the mountains and forests. How can we escape with two legs? There are always many experts in the Taoist temples in the Central Plains. Maybe we can even seek shelter!"
After that, another thunder exploded, and the naked eye could see the dazzling lightning striking somewhere deep in the mountain forest. The five people's hair stood on end when they saw this. The followers did not dare to make any further objections and rushed down the mountain to protect the cloaked man. p>
The five people used all their strength and fled desperately. Listening to the thunder getting closer and closer from behind, it was like a warning bell, and their hearts beat faster than the drums in the school field.
When the five people arrived at the temple at the foot of the mountain, they climbed over the wall without saying a word and barged into a hall like headless flies. When they saw no one around, they stopped, took a big breath, and sat down against the wall.<
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The man in the cloak was sweating profusely from running. He took off his hood, revealing a face with small eyes and broad beard. Although it was not heroic, he was rugged and had a bit of cunning. Even in a difficult situation, he still did not forget to turn.
Those little eyes, pay attention to nearby situations.
The hall where the five of them were was enshrined a statue of a god. The man in the cloak was cautious, looking around to make sure there was no one else around. He walked around to the front of the altar and saw a statue of a goddess with a high bun and wide sleeves. He held up a piece of cloth in his hand and a tablet in front of him.
It says "The position of the first silkworm".
"Oh, it turns out to be the Silkworm Goddess! How disrespectful!" When the cloaked man saw the statue of the goddess, he bowed respectfully several times and muttered in a low voice: "The boy is desperate and was killed by his brother, so he had no choice but to escape here. Today.
There is an evil witch from far away who intends to commit murder. He has asked the Silkworm Goddess to use her divine power to protect the boy. In the future, he will make a golden body for the Silkworm Goddess and cover him with silk ribbons."
The four followers were speechless when they saw their general behaving like this. They were now in such a precarious situation, with life and death at stake, that they expected gods to save them. If gods were useful, why would they be in such a mess?
I don’t know if the Silkworm Goddess really showed up. The thunder in the mountains that was originally chasing the cloaked man suddenly stopped. The cloaked man was the first to react and raised his hand to indicate:
"No movement?"
The entourage came to the door of the main hall, looked out at the cloudy sky, and suddenly saw a group of black clouds passing high up. They were so frightened that they quickly pulled the man in cloak and hid in the corner of the hall.
"Oh, that old monster is here again!" The followers turned pale with fright, and one of them made up his mind and immediately said to the cloaked man: "General, let's exchange clothes, I will lead the old monster elsewhere, and you can
Hide here for a while!"
The cloaked man thought about the miserable deaths of the left and right guards who tried to stop the old monster. He was frightened and intolerable, but in order to save his life, he had no choice but to do so.
"Dingzhou is a major silk county in Hebei Province. Why is this ancient silkworm temple so deserted? There is not even anyone offering incense."
At this time, a man's voice suddenly came from outside, without warning, as if it appeared out of thin air. The five people in the hall were startled, and they hurriedly hid behind the statue, holding their breath and concentrating.
"Aren't you talking nonsense? There is a famine in Hebei right now. Who will come to worship the Silkworm God? Silk cannot be used as food." At this time, another voice came from outside the palace. It was neither yin nor yang, male and female could not be distinguished, and it made a strange sound.
Angry and full of sarcasm.
"There is some truth in this." The man's voice echoed in the hall, and he must have crossed the threshold. His voice was obviously not that of a young man, but his tone had a bit of mischief. Although he didn't see his true face, he could imagine it.
A curious expression looking left and right.
"You came here specially to the Silkworm Temple. Did you find some clues?" The man who could not tell the difference between male and female asked: "Don't tell me, because they are both insects, there is a relationship between the two, silkworms and locusts.
Completely two different things."
"It's definitely not the same thing." The man smiled faintly, as if he was beaming with joy: "I think that in order to launch such a big battle, there should be a hub for operation, right? After thinking about it, either on the ground
The place where Qi rises is either a mandala that has received incense for a long time."
"It's a pity that you visited more than a dozen temples and temples along the way, but you seem to have achieved nothing."
"It's not that there are no results. Haven't I seen a lot of Liyu community orders recently? Didn't the Realm Gods only have orders to make clouds and rain?" The man said: "So I plan to inquire about the news with them, and at least find out whether there are any places near Dingzhou.
Is there any strange movement?"
"I don't see how you can still summon ghosts and gods?" Another person asked: "Don't you Confucian scholars always respect ghosts and gods and keep away from them?"
"The sage also said - Revere God as if he were there." The man replied: "But I really don't have much hope. After all, most of the real masters can avoid the prying eyes of ghosts and gods. Let's see how many questions they can ask."
The cloaked man hid behind the statue and became more and more surprised when he heard the conversation between the two. He originally thought they were just ordinary pilgrims, but listening to what they said was anything but ordinary.
Just when the cloaked man was worried that he would be noticed, a strong wind suddenly blew into the hall, and he heard the man say softly: "Huh? A master is coming."
"It doesn't feel like a bad intention." Another person said.
The cloaked man's heart tightened when he heard this, and he quickly motioned to his followers to cover their mouths and noses and not to make any sound.
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The person standing in front of the statue of Xiancan was none other than Master Wen. The wooden kite fell on his shoulder, and they were talking to each other. If others hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would have thought that there were two people at the scene.
At this time, Master Wen turned around and looked outside the palace, and saw a figure descending from the sky. The figure was wearing a kingfisher feather robe and an elk antler crown. When he landed, he appeared and a strong wind swept around, almost blowing away the roof tiles. p>
However, such a strong wind poured into the hall, but it could only make Master Wen's white cloth flutter slowly, as if he was in a gentle breeze.
"Ouch! Your Excellency's appearance is really rare." Master Wen looked at the man outside the hall: "Seeing this feathered coat, I thought he was some Taoist master who admired ancient styles. But paired with this big deer antler crown, it turned out that
Makes me a little confused.
"It is said that when Xianbei was in power in the Central Plains, the noble women of the clan liked to wear deer antler crowns when they were engaged in witchcraft. Later, Xianbei followed the customs of the Han family and made deer antlers out of gold, pearls and jade, and decorated them with gold leaves. They are very luxurious. Today's day
Seeing it gives me some confirmation."
"You are very powerful." The face of the Great Witch of Luguan was covered by bone armor, and his voice was hoarse and low: "I have met many masters from the Central Plains, and you are the most unfathomable."
"Oh? I'm really flattered to be praised by your Excellency." Hearing that Master raised his hand to twist his beard, he raised his chin slightly, seeming quite proud.
The wooden kite on his shoulder remained motionless and did not speak aloud, not knowing what to think.
As for the cloaked man behind the statue, his mood was like a small boat rising and falling in the waves of the sea. The arrival of the deer-crown shaman first made him so nervous that he almost fainted, but the appearance of Master Wen gave him a glimmer of hope. p>
The man in the cloak is very aware of how powerful the Lu Guan Great Shaman is. He is known as the ancestor of all the shamans in the Donghu tribes. Whether it is Khitan, Xi Ren, Mohe, or Shiwei, the tribe must rely on this kind of man to deal with any unforeseen events involving ghosts and gods.
Shaman.
There are no sects in the Donghu tribes, and there is no serious inheritance of shamans and shamans. If we have to use the Central Plains terminology to describe it, then the great shaman with the deer crown can be regarded as the ancestor of the contemporary Donghu shamans, so that many
Shamans and shamans all imitate him by wearing deer antlers, claiming that this can better sense the spirits of heaven, earth, mountains and rivers.
The age of the Great Shaman Luguan is unknown. Even the oldest man in the tribe said he had seen him when he was young.
As for the origin of Luguan Great Witch, various rumors are even more bizarre. Some say that he is a great spirit transformed from the white mountains and black waters, and he walks the world under the guise of a human body; others say that he protects the tombs of the Donghu tribes and can awaken the spirits of ancestors to protect his descendants.
There are many kinds.
The cloaked guest himself had been sent to Daxia as an envoy in his early years, staying at the court and serving as a bodyguard. He had seen with his own eyes how prosperous and powerful Daxia was. He was deeply influenced by the Han customs in the Central Plains. He did not dare to say that he had read poetry and books, but he was freed early.
The smell of Rongdi and earthy smell on my body made me wish I could get rid of my Donghu background completely and sing poems with the literati.
Such an experience naturally made the man in the cloak have no good impression of the Donghu witches. In his eyes, how could such men with hair and horns compare to those Taoist masters in Chang'an who were dressed in blue and purple and chanted Huang Ting?
"I wonder what you have done by visiting the Central Plains?" Master Wen quickly added with a smile: "Of course, I am not a customs guard and have no right to inspect the pass. I just asked casually."
"I'm looking for someone." Luguan Dasha said bluntly: "A group of five people, each holding a bow and knife. The leader is detailed and broad-faced. Have you seen him?"
When the cloaked man heard this, his heart was in his throat, and he even planned to kill himself quickly to avoid unnecessary suffering in the future.
"No." Master Wen replied simply: "I have never seen the people you mentioned."
"Really?" The Luguan Great Witch was silent for a moment, then took a step forward. As if sensing something, he immediately retracted his steps and said, "I want to enter the temple to search, please get out of the way."
It is obvious that the Great Witch of Luguan rarely talks to others in this kind of discussion tone, and there is no respect in his words. This is neither giving orders from a superior position nor relying on his strength to order people to avoid him, but seems to take everything as a matter of course.<
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"I still want to pay homage to the Silkworm Goddess, but I can't leave." Master Wen said with reluctance on his face.
The Great Witch of Lu Guan did not intend to continue his request. He saw his hands slightly raised, and the strong wind roared from all sides, slowly lifting his figure. There were also bursts of thunder from the dark clouds in the sky, and huge power gathered in the sky, like a ferocious beast, trapped by iron.
Tangled in chains. Once the chains are released, the majestic power of heaven will pour out instantly.
"It seems that you are quite skilled in such magic as controlling the wind and summoning thunder." Master Wen was a little surprised, and at the same time made his own judgment: "But this is not to match the energy of yin and yang, but to reveal the violent primitive corner of the world.
Allowing its power to pour into the world is like walking on a cliff between wakefulness and coma, which is extremely dangerous."
As the master spoke, the Lu Guan Great Witch exuded an ancient aura, as if the prehistoric times were not far away, and the mountains and rivers were first settled. He raised his hand and pointed at the sky, and the pale lightning struck down hard with the terrifying power of tearing the earth apart!<
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The white thunder and bright light are enough to blind ordinary people's eyes in an instant. The wooden kite cannot control itself and suddenly flutters its wings.
But Master Wen turned a blind eye and did not see any movement from him. The clothes that were fluttered by the strong wind suddenly became calm. The flying dust and fallen leaves outside the hall froze in the air, and the wooden kites stopped motionless.
And the pale thunderbolt as thick as a bucket suddenly slowed down, like a crooked and continuously extending branch, with twigs diverging around it, and the twisted tip of the lightning slowly approached Master Wen.
Before the pale thunder light touched Mr. Wen, there were traces of electric arcs moving restlessly around his body, as if there were countless subtle qi in the air that resonated with the thunder and lightning.
"To be honest, this is not the first time I have been struck by lightning." Master Wen looked at the deer-crown shaman standing in the sky, raising his finger to the sky but motionless, and laughed and said: "Forget it, you can't hear it anyway."
Facing the pale thunder and lightning that was as slow as an earthworm's writhing, Master Wen raised one palm, slightly bent his five fingers, and directly took the entire thunder and lightning into his palm.
Under the skin of the palms of the fingers, faint traces of electric light can be seen, like water spreading out, and the entire palm and half of the forearm are shining with lightning.
The stagnant state returned to normal in an instant. The wooden kite had just fluttered past Master Wen's ear, and the strong wind was swirling under the deer-crown wizard. At this time, the sound of thunder had just reached everyone's ears. Except for a residual light, there was no lightning in the vision.
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I can only hear the white thunder in Master’s palm.
The figure of the Great Shaman of Lu Guan shook violently. He seemed to be vaguely aware of something strange just now. Without thinking about it carefully, Master Wen said a little mischievously: "This is a skill I learned from a powerful enemy. Why don't you try it?"
Try?"
As soon as he finished speaking, I heard that the master's body flashed, and he had already approached the Luguan Great Witch. He formed a fist with his fingers and punched it straight out. The power of the white thunder pressed against the Luguan Great Witch's chest.
Rumble——
There was a thunder on the ground, and the deer-crown shaman was blasted hundreds of feet away by a punch. In an instant, his figure turned into a small black dot. No matter how hard it was to see clearly, only pieces of charred ash were left floating in the wind.