If you use your clairvoyance to observe the flow of the upper edge of this place, you will find a lot of miscellaneous gas. In addition to the white gas that represents the creation of life, there is also the blue gas that represents the ghosts of death.
These very beautiful breaths are as slender as leaf veins, intertwined into a crystal-like network. They exist silently, like tenacious statues, defying time and not wavering.
These are all within the normal category and are natural products of the operation of heaven.
Lu Zhengkang gently felt these dead auras, and suddenly felt stagnant and solemn. A picture of evil ghosts eating people appeared in front of his eyes, and a harsh whine sounded in his ears. It was the spirit of the deceased remaining in the dead auras that launched a counterattack. If he could not bear it, he would
It will be nerve-wracking.
Many ghost story books on the market mention the horrific sights seen by pedestrians passing by cemeteries and haunted houses at night, but this is not groundless. It is not deifying the fear of death, but it is true that some more intelligent people can sense death.
Malice in the air.
What will happen if these dead energies gather?
Lu Zhengkang turned back time in his mind and saw a possibility in the distant future.
The blue death energy was as dense as clouds, causing changes in the heaven and earth. A purple-gold cloud appeared on the sky, facing the death energy from a distance, and they were antagonistic to each other, one yin and one yang, one moving and one still.
The dead energy accumulated thicker and thicker until it began to shrink inward, forming a black sphere, which began to rise. The upper edge of the surrounding area poured into the void, causing the ground to sink. The purple and gold clouds in the sky were attracted to sink, and the two converged, triggering thunder.
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A hundred miles in radius are all scorched earth.
The mass grave on the original site has been replaced by a long and narrow pit, like a wound created by heaven and earth to cut away the abscess.
Lu Zhengkang couldn't help but ponder.
Is this world spiritual?
Does the universe operate according to laws set in advance?
What is man's position in heaven and earth?
Why do the dead affect changes in the world?
If a universe had life and consciousness, it would be such a trembling and frightening thing, and what a yearning thing!
Lu Zhengkang was wandering here, and Kun Qing came over and asked, "The monk comes first, or the Taoist priest?"
"You go first."
"Each of us will save half of it, and we will use that tomb as a boundary. The east side belongs to me, and the west side belongs to you."
"Can."
Kun Qing took out a blue jade talisman from his arms, held it with both hands, stepped on the cloth bucket between the graves, and chanted the "Lingbao Imeasurable Man's High-grade Miao Sutra" while shouting.
A group of dark clouds gradually gathered in the sky, which looked very obvious on a clear winter day.
Several spectators clicked their tongues at the sight.
"Cardinal of Heaven and Earth, Five Thunders Zhengfa!"
Kun Qing drew the iron sword from his back and pointed toward the sky.
Fine electric lights rolled rapidly in the dark clouds, like a blazing purple lotus.
Kun Qing shouted three times.
"Thunder comes!"
"Thunder comes!"
"Thunder comes!"
Suddenly, there was a muffled sound from the sky and the earth, like a giant breathing out a rainbow.
Boom!!
The next moment, thunder fell from the sky!
In the dazzling light, Kunqing Taoist priest is like a tall and majestic mountain range in the dark night.
The lightning was like a flying snake rolling on the ground, falling into the vein network made of death energy, jumping around endlessly.
People felt like they were standing in a world of aurora, surrounded by streaks of golden light. Fortunately, no one was targeted by the lightning, and there were no accidents.
The air was burned by the high temperature, giving off a pungent odor, and everyone's hair began to float, except for Lu Zhengkang, who was bald.
The little bald donkey looked at the group of men wearing turbans and turbans with a smile. The hair kept flowing out from both sides of the turbans and turbans. It was really static electricity that had nowhere to put it.
Loud noises were heard one after another, causing severe pain in the eardrums and stopping of the heart. The martial arts practitioners who were watching the excitement hurriedly exercised their strength to resist.
After nearly a quarter of an hour of sound and light bombardment, the stubborn spirit of death finally dissipated.
The thunder ceased, the dark clouds overhead melted away, and the sun shone brightly again. Most of the entire mass grave area became clean and refreshing. Even the area that Lu Zhengkang was responsible for was purified a lot.
The Taoist priest wiped the sweat from his forehead and pressed the hair with all his strength. I don't know if there is any secret, but he pressed the hair back to a smooth and snug state. Kun Qing smiled with satisfaction and walked over to Lu Zhengkang.
asked a "please".
The monk curled his lips and walked to the graveyard.
When doing something unfamiliar, people will always look for similar experiences in their memory to sort out solutions, but this is indeed a direction that Lu Zhengkang has never been involved in. Of course, he can also recite the Sutra, but just talking will not do it.
Used.
Then we can only start from the essence of the problem.
This was not the first time Lu Zhengkang had seen the existence of death energy, but what he had seen before was mixed in the upper edge, which was very inconspicuous.
After personally coming into contact with the death energy, he probably realized its stubborn and cold nature.
The dead energy will cancel each other out with the upper edge of the conflicting attributes, of which thunder energy is one.
Strangely enough, death and anger do not conflict.
In addition, spiritual thoughts can blend with the spirit of death.
So for now, Lu Zhengkang has two solutions at hand.
One is naturally to attract thunder from the sky just like the Taoist priest, but this is also a relatively unfamiliar technique.
The second is to use one's own divine will to absorb the death energy.
In terms of feasibility, the natural choice is the second one.
Lu Zhengkang gently raised his hand, and a white epiphyllum suddenly appeared in his palm.
Everyone around was shocked.
The epiphyllum rotates slightly, and there are faint clouds flying between the petals.
So soft and beautiful.
Lu Zhengkang raised his hand as if releasing a butterfly.
Epiphyllum flies gently into the air.
Everyone's eyes are chasing it.
The death energy takes shape and appears as blue-gray smoke, which pours into the epiphyllum like a long dragon, dyeing the white flowers into a mysterious and elegant blue-purple.
After a while, the dead energy was exhausted, and the epiphyllum flew back to Lu Zhengkang's palm.
The petals of the flowers withered piece by piece, falling like scattered birds, and scattered into ashes and dust when they fell to the ground.
Finally, Lu Zhengkang only held a dark oval fruit in his hand. The skin was rough and tough, with many facial lines growing on it, making it strangely beautiful.
Kun Qing came over and said, "Monk, little master, what kind of secret method is this?"
Lu Zhengkang glanced at this shameless bull-nosed man and said, "Shen Zu Tong, if you want to learn it, shave your hair and go back to practice with a poor monk for a few years and I will teach you."
"Uh, forget it, the little bald donkey has no good intentions, why is Buddhism opening its doors for convenience..."
"How to calculate this round?"
"Of course I won. If I hadn't summoned Luo Lei first, how could you, a little bald ass with little skill, absorb the death energy so easily?"
Lu Zhengkang was amused by his merit-seeking attitude, "Since you said so, fine, even if you win, let's talk about the third game."
Kun Qing's smiling face turned serious again, "Little monk Miaoji, Taoist priest, I recognize your professionalism. In this third round, let's work together to deal with a difficult problem, how about it?"
"Tell me what can cause trouble for our powerful Taoist Kun Qing." Lu Zhengkang said angrily, you are shameless, so I have to ridicule you.
This little trick was like a spring breeze to Kun Qing. He laughed and said, "You must have figured out that the government will face a disaster in the future. If you survive it, the sea and sky will be brighter and you will continue to be prosperous. If you can't survive it, you will die. Chickens and dogs will not be able to survive."
Stay, as guests, we eat and use other people's food, so we should solve some minor troubles for them, right?"
Lu Zhengkang nodded, "Indeed, the monk can solve that matter if you don't come to me, but since you want to push it aside, let's end it quickly."