The noise of the people outside the door was getting louder and louder. Some people had already walked up the steps and approached the crack of the door to listen to what was going on inside. Unfortunately, the people in the Tianwei Taoist Temple inside the door had already been on guard against eavesdropping. After entering the door, I put a Taoist charm on the crack of the door to block the sound from outside.
The man was lying in front of the door and didn't hear anything. He turned around and was dealing with other villagers' inquiries.
At this time, I just heard a "clang" sound,
The two doors were opened from the inside.
The man standing on the steps was startled and almost fell into the arms of Master Gao who opened the door.
Master Gao Zhuang pushed the man on the steps away, then turned sideways and welcomed Mr. Tian Shun out.
As soon as Mr. Tiancenti appeared at the door, all the villagers shouted at him.
Some shouted: "Taoist priest, what's in the temple? Can you see it?"
"It's almost noon, can this matter still be solved?"
"How did Lao Miao Zhu die?"
Mr. Tian Shun ignored the villagers' questions. He looked around the crowd and soon saw the real Chilong in the crowd. Xuan Shezi led a group of Taoists and stood in the corner of the crowd.
"I am about to take advantage of the Yang Qi at noon to open a forum and ask the Dragon God on the River to ask questions about how to solve the problem of pregnant women in nine surrounding villages getting lost and falling into the Minjiang River!
Pindao also has some clues about the cause of Lao Miao Zhu's death -" Mr. Tian Shun said loudly, "There were no stabbing or ax marks on Lao Miao Zhu's chest. He was not killed by any thugs!
He was captured by a dragon!"
"Caught by a dragon?"
"dragon?!"
"Is it Jiang Long King?!"
The people were in an uproar for a while.
Chilong Zhenren squinted his eyes and said nothing at the moment.
Seeing that the Taoist master and disciple did not say anything to refute, Mr. Tian Shun became more courageous, nodded and said: "Exactly!
It was probably the night before that he discovered that a group of prostitutes were devoured by the Jiang Dragon King, so he wanted to report to the Wutong God and ask for help from the gods - but the Jiang Dragon King had already prepared and killed him in advance!
Take out his heart and devour it!"
The people below were suddenly startled and confused, and felt that what Mr. Tian Shun said seemed to make sense.
"This guy must not be able to solve this matter.
At the moment, it seems that he is just trying to make up for it!" Chilong Zhenren looked at Mr. Tian Centi talking on the steps and sneered, "Jiang Longwang kills people and silences them, and Wutong Shen can't save people - how can there be such a human being? The god of thinking?
I’ve never seen someone before!”
The bearded old man turned his head and glanced at Su Wu, and then said: "I'm not in a hurry to expose him now.
Doesn’t he also want to open a forum to ask Jiang Longwang to ask questions and solve the problem of the missing pregnant woman? I want to see what kind of medicine he sells in his gourd!"
The Taoists in Beilu Mountain didn't say much, but they saw Mr. Tian Shun at the entrance of the temple. After fooling the villagers with a few words, they led more than ten red-headed masters out of the temple and followed the path that the crowd spontaneously opened for them. Walk towards the river embankment.
This time, more than a dozen red-headed masters surrounded the female master who was born with celestial eyes.
Carrying her forward,
There is a vague sense of holding her hostage and watching over her.
Su Wu saw this clearly, but didn't pay much attention to it.
Most likely it was a disagreement within the team, but it had nothing to do with the people in Beilu Mountain.
The masters of Tianwei Taoist Temple finally came to solve the problem and immediately attracted most of the villagers from the surrounding ten miles and eight villages. Thousands of people gathered more than ten masters of Tianwei Taoist Temple and walked along the river embankment. After walking five or seven miles, we descended from a river slope.
Standing on the river slope and looking down, you can immediately see the mouth of the Minjiang River with the river slowly moving and the waves occasionally rolling.
The Shaxi River merges into the Minjiang River from here!
The river breeze blows across the shop surface, bringing a slight chill.
Mr. Tian Shun took a dozen of his disciples and stood by the river. He summoned several village elders and negotiated with them. The village elders ordered the young men to bring tables, chairs, benches, animal sacrifices, incense, paper money and other items.
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Three or five red-headed masters began to arrange the tables, chairs and benches and set up an altar.
But I saw the tall and strong master standing an Eight Immortals table firmly by the river. The long-armed master jumped on the Eight Immortals table with a stool and erected the stool. Then other masters moved the Eight Immortals table and put the table top against it.
The benches form the second level of the altar.
Repeating this cycle, a full five-story altar was erected with the Eight Immortals' table stacked on top of stools, and the stools touching the Eight Immortals' table!
On each level of the altar, there are porcelain bowls with a handful of sand and three sticks of incense stuck in them.
A high altar was erected.
Such acrobatic and highly ornamental rituals of the legislative altar attracted the attention of the surrounding people. When the altar was set up and three or five red-headed masters jumped down from the altar alternately, the people clapped their hands and applauded.
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Several red-headed masters also raised their chins slightly, feeling very embarrassed.
"Open the altar!"
Mr. Tian Shun in front of the altar looked serious. He had an iron sword and a peach wood sword crossed behind his back. He hung a money bag and a gourd around his waist. He held a stick of incense in both hands. All the disciples spoke in a deep voice.
shouted.
All the teachers shouted in unison: "Open the altar!"
More than ten teachers and teachers stood in two rows in front of Mr. Tian Shun.
Mr. Tian Shun held the stick of incense, pressed his feet on the ground, and with a sudden force, he stood up from the ground. He stepped on the shoulders of the two masters, and the two masters each put out a hand to support him.
His ankles were swaying at the same time - the other masters around him moved the feet of these two masters, and lifted the two masters who were supporting Mr. Tian Centi!
In this way, Mr. Tian Shun stood on the shoulders of the two disciples, then moved directly to the highest altar without moving.
Standing on the Eight Immortals Table!
On the Eight Immortals table,
A bill has been set up long ago and the three animals have been laid out.
The pairs of candles are listed.
Mr. Tian Centi put the stick of incense into the incense burner, then twisted another stick of incense and lit it on the opposite candle. He took out a scarecrow from his sleeve, stood it on the table, and put the stick of incense
Light it up and stick it on the scarecrow’s head!
He kept repeating the words in his mouth: "I have received the three-grade Shangqing Sandong sutra urn from the Tianwei Altar of Daoming, and received the treasure urn of the Governor of the Arctic Exorcist Academy. Now I am opening an altar at the mouth of the Shaxi River to perform rituals——
I have received the right seal and have been named Heavenly Cao. The winds of the four seasons should follow me.
I say the wind stops!"
As soon as Mr. Tian Shu finished speaking, the river wind surged around him, causing the flames lit by the stove to sway unsteadily. The curling cigarette was blown by the wind and scattered to unknown places.
The wind doesn't stop.
Without even raising his eyelids, the golden-robed old Taoist shook out a 'Wish Li Qian' from his pocket.
Put it on the table.
The wishing power attached to the copper coin with indentations around it dissipated instantly, and the river wind surging around suddenly stopped.
The candlelight flickers slightly and the cigarette smoke curls up.
"You can't even calm the wind and offer sacrifices - you still have to devote your efforts and money to clear the way, and your cultivation has gone into the dog's belly!" Chilong Zhenren looked at the scene on the altar from a distance, shook his head and laughed.
He looked at the golden-robed old man placing a bulging bag of vow money on the receipt. He was a little envious for a moment, and said to Su Wu: "If he fails to do what he does and fools the people later, you and I will expose it to our faces."
He, first deduct his packet of wish money and then talk about it!
Vow money has always been extremely rare and difficult to obtain for a Taoist priest who travels all over the world.
The Tianwei Taoist altar relies on the people's support, but it plays with the people's support. It still has such a huge wealth - it is a pity to give these things to them!
After getting this bag of wish power money, I will also make two money swords to play with."
Master Chilong glanced at Su Wu again, and then said: "Give you one."
"good."
Su Wu happily agreed: "I think they wear swords on their waists, and they are all standard swords. They must be secretly related to one or two blacksmith shops. If they go to the Tianwei Taoist altar, I will lend them a blacksmith shop.
Give us some suitable weapons for the Taoists in Beilu Mountain.
——Now your disciples and grandsons are only using sticks to defend themselves. If they really encounter a bad person, the sticks will not work."
"Very good, very good." Master Chilong nodded repeatedly.
The master and apprentice were blending together underneath.
At this time, the long-armed master and the tall and strong master stood on the left and right of the female master, one of them held one of her arms, and then, like Mr. Tian Shun, they were lifted up by the masters and went up to the altar.
The female master was held hostage in front of the altar and sat on a small round stool.
The two masters took out the talisman, tied her up, and fixed her on the round stool.
Mr. Tian Shun looked at the female master coldly and said: "It is useless to regret at this time. Ding Ling, what are your last words? Say it now, I can satisfy you as a master!"
The female master looked calm and shook her head: "Master, it is better for you to arrange your own funeral arrangements.
Once you draw the bow, there will be no turning back."
"You look like you really deserve to die." Mr. Tian Shun sneered, but was not angry anymore because of Ding Ling's disobedient words at this time. In his eyes, the other party was already a person who was about to die - as a corpse in the corpse sacrifice.
', There has never been a 'corpse' that could survive a sacrifice safely and live to the end!
Mr. Tian Centi picked up the gourd from his waist and poured out a white flesh worm.
The centipede he used to detect clues about the life and death of the deceased had already died suddenly after eating the causal clues of twenty corpses in succession.
The meat worm was squirming on the table. The golden-robed old man picked up a very thin ink pen and drew the five talismans and talismans corresponding to the 'Five Powers God' on the back of the meat worm. The thin, bright red Yun Ji Talisman
Covered on the back of the flesh worm,
The old Taoist stood in front of the altar and stepped on the Eight Diagrams. His hands were clasped together, and his left hand was like a sword finger. He pointed at the flesh worm crawling on the table and sang in his mouth: "Now I invite the Dragon King of the River to be the real general."
Ling, the Yin soldiers of Shui Mansion opened the way and opened the door——"
While shaking his body and assuming various weird postures, Mr. Tian Shun took out three wish coins and placed them on the table.
The river surface, which originally had no major fluctuations, became even calmer at this time.
Upstream, where the Shaxi River merges into the Min River, the movement becomes much smaller.
When the people watching heard the name "Jiang Dragon King", they didn't dare to talk any more, and they all fell silent.
The old Taoist walked around the altar three times, climbed up and down between the overlapping stools and the Eight Immortals' table, made various thrilling movements, and then suddenly climbed onto the altar, wearing a red mask of the Ghost King on his face.
His voice suddenly became gloomy, like the voice of a ghost king. At the same time, his left hand formed a sword and pointed at the flesh insect that had climbed onto the standing scarecrow on the table: "The river has returned to silence, and the gate of the Water Palace has been opened.
If the boatman catches the boat, there will be no disaster; if the fisherman catches the fish, there will be more harvest!
My present True Spirit Precipitation Mansion,
Together with the Dragon King on the river, we come down to the abyss and the sea, which is ten thousand feet long.
Go straight to Zhenlu Mountain at the bottom of the river!"
The flesh-worm climbing on the scarecrow's body suddenly burst open with the blood-red "Five-Purpose Talisman" drawn on its back, tearing the flesh of the flesh-worm. A stream of bright red blood flowed from the crystal-white flesh-worm's back.
gurgling out, dyeing the whole scarecrow red!
Taoist Tian Shun muttered quickly and vaguely: "At the black altar at the foot of Zhenlu Mountain, the five-tong spirit appears here!"
"I sincerely invite the Dragon King of Jiang (the God of Five Powers) to send a spiritual message to you!"
What the old Taoist said was the ‘Jiang Dragon King’ Yingzhen was invited to descend upon him.
But his abdomen was squirming and he was uttering ventriloquism, and it was Yingzhen, the God of Five Powers, who invited him to come down!
He used the name of the Dragon King of Shuifu, but he did not report the altar name of the dragon king god, nor did he outline the corresponding talisman of the Minjiang Dragon King. Instead, he accurately reported the altar name of the Wutong God - Linxia Yuanhai
Wan Zhang San, Zhen Lu Mountain at the bottom of the river, and the Wutong God in the black altar at the foot of the mountain!
The symbols on the Talisman Altar all correspond to the Five Gods.
When the true spirit appears on the corpse, it will naturally be the God of Five Powers!
Old Taoist Tian Centi picked up the stick of incense stuck on the head of the scarecrow that was stained red by blood, and inserted it into the Hunyuan bun on the head of the female master who was tied and fixed on the round stool!
He stamped his feet violently,
He kept shouting: “God is coming, God is coming, God is coming!
God doesn’t see me, God doesn’t see me, God doesn’t see me!”
The whole altar shook!
Such a strange scene scared the onlookers so much that they did not dare to speak out!