The person who forms the formation has a shape, and the shape is used to transform the formation. The formation has its essence, thus triggering huge power. I squatted in front of the big stone that the two old mice had made before, and was trying to draw the talisman with my life, when suddenly in my head
There is such a sentence, which is from the Sanqing Book. It sounds very profound, but if you really study it carefully, it is just the same thing.
It is undeniable that the things our ancestors left to us are indeed profound and profound, but they are often over-mythized by our descendants. Looking at the ancient knights played in TV series, it seems that it would be embarrassing if they could not fly.
It seems that when those foreigners look at it, they think that the gravity of our land is very small. In fact, this is not the case. There are knights, but it is certain that they cannot fly. There are also heroes, but heroes also
You have to eat, and being handsome cannot be eaten.
It seems that this essential point of formation can be put in one sentence, that is, "formation" cannot be separated from "shape". An formation without a shape is just a plate of loose sand. I find that no matter what words are said in ancient Chinese, they feel unique.
The connotation is like Brother Li's poem, There is a bright moonlight in front of the bed, and it is suspected to be frost on the ground. I found it very difficult to understand at the time, but later I figured it out. Adding a few punctuation marks is in line with our modern concepts, that is
There is bright moonlight in front of the bed. Hey, is it frost on the ground?
Shit, just when I was thinking wildly, I made a mistake and drew a question mark directly on the paper. I was so depressed that I couldn't seem to do two things at once. I threw away distracting thoughts and concentrated on drawing symbols. Where is this America now?
It's time to get silly. You must know that the old diver is a night owl. He doesn't care if you are the most sinister when you are ugly. He is the boss after the sun goes down. I wonder if the entire Boli County or the entire Qitai River can stand up to it.
People who take the open shot for several rounds may not be able to exist.
Only two fools like me and Lao Yi got on the pole and fought it. It was like having water in their heads. I heard that in the past, if the hunters in the mountains were really poor, they would trap the black bear with the determination to die.
, now it seems that we are in a similar situation.
Lao Yi and I are like hunters, except that the target of our prey is a dead body. The wind is very strong today. The ink on the talisman that I have written next to me is quickly dried, and I take a
I held them down with a few stones and watched their edges and corners move with the wind, just like the edges of a yellow flag fluttering.
I don’t know when, I turned into one of those capable people in folklore who can subdue monsters and catch ghosts. But even though I hold a charm, I am not as free and easy as those people in the story. I finally understand. A story is a story.
Stories are just legends that exaggerate the things of ordinary people, because I am an ordinary person, but I don’t know if many years later, my figure will be exaggerated and turned into a story. I am an unlucky guy with five shortcomings and three shortcomings.
Son, will it also be infinitely beautified, with five shortcomings and three shortcomings gone? Resolutely solidified in this not-so-beautiful legend.
I lit a cigarette and smiled bitterly. Why do I want to do so much? It has nothing to do with me, so I should hurry up and get to work. So I concentrated my mind and started to draw the symbols one by one.
Come.
After a while, Lao Yi crawled across the haystack panting, and then hugged a pile of charred wood and said to me: "Old Cui, how is the painting? Are you done? Oh, I'm going, what's going on here?
Got hit by a typhoon?"
Obviously, he was also very surprised by the condition of the smoke field. It was right when he thought about it. There were no problems with the grass and trees nearby. Only this patch of poppies suffered. There is really no explanation for this, it can only be said to be retribution.
I said to him: "What a fuss, and you still don't know the retribution? It's almost over, there are two more. What about you, it looks like these pieces of wood are quite sufficient?"
Lao Yi happily picked up a piece of wood and said to me: "Look, it's a standard thunder-cleaved wood. Look at the texture, it's all thunder-shaped. It's the first choice for warding off evil spirits. If it's carved into a wooden sword,
, its power is probably not much worse than your copper coin sword."
Although I don't know what texture he is talking about, although he is naturally stupid, he is not short-sighted. Looking at him like this is like getting some treasure. You must know that Lao Yi is familiar with Qimen's creations and his understanding of these things.
He is also considered an expert, so if he says it is correct, then it is correct.
Lao Yi didn't waste much time. Seeing that I was almost finished drawing the talisman, he took out the fishing line and carving knife from his backpack, and began to concentrate on carving the Qimen formation on the wood. Time passed like this little by little.
Okay, I'm done first. I saw that under my talisman verification spell, the thirty talismans were all glowing faintly. This was proof that the paper-walking gods were all successful.
I took out two bottles of water, and after resting for a while, I saw that Lao Yi was still carving the pile of wood, sweating profusely, just like the manager of the medicinal food department of Longquan Villa, all he needed was a pair of sleeves and a pair of tethered glasses.
Seeing that the sun was about to set, I prepared things first. I walked into the smoke field, pressed the thirty talismans with stones according to the shape of my mouth, and then placed them on the big stone.
Without things like chicken blood, glutinous rice, and cinnabar incense burners, it was impossible to buy a straw man, so I had to buy a handful of dried mugwort and tie it myself. Fortunately, buddy, I used to major in art, so this doesn’t bother me. Relatively speaking, I
The straw man was pretty easy to tie and it looked stylish. After tying it up, I hid Aunt Zhen's hair in the stomach of the straw man.
After doing all this, it was already past five o'clock. Since it would be summer soon, fortunately the sun sets very late, usually after six o'clock, and I don't think the old guy can be as punctual as when he goes to work.
, so I determined that the time when it came out to bite people must be around ** o'clock.
After enough time, I let out a sigh of relief. Anyway, Lao Yi hadn't finished carving it yet, so I drew the eye-opening talisman. Although it was of no great use, it allowed me to see things more clearly even in the dark sky.
I know it’s too boring to just use your mobile phone to illuminate your child.
After opening his eyes, Lao Yi was almost done. He stood up, stretched his waist and said to me: "It's done, wait for me to lay it out."
After finishing speaking, Lao Yi held up this pile of wood and inserted it into my "roll-tongue lantern" formation in a special way, like a bell shape. I thought this formation had some tricks. Big Mouth
Han Da Zhong, this semi-automatic hybrid formation can really kill that old bastard.
After Lao Yi finished inserting the wood, he used fishing lines to connect the branches together like a mine. Then he took out the small blue lamp and lit each wood with lamp oil.
After everything was done, he opened the Sanqing Altar, and the straw man immediately stood up. He said to me: "It's done, just wait for the old guy to take the bait."
It's still early and the sun has just set. Today there are fire clouds and the end of the mountain is a fiery red, dyeing the woodpecker hill into a magnificent scene. The poppy field is reflected red, so the ruined flowers also turn red, which represents
No matter how crazy I used to be, I will always grow old one day.
The wind picked up, making the woods roar. It blew the big white T-shirt I bought at the roadside stall. It blew my hair, making it look as messy as a chicken coop. Old Yi
He was picking his nose next to me, patted me on the shoulder, and said to me: "What are you doing standing around? I'm hungry, let's get some bread."
I smiled bitterly and shook my head. I finally wanted to look up at the sky at a 45-degree angle and cry silently, but Lao Yi ruined the melancholy and painful atmosphere.
I smiled bitterly. It seems that I am still an ordinary citizen and cannot live such a petty bourgeois corrupt life. Instead of having time to look up at the sky, I might as well keep my head down and walk my own path down to earth.
Night finally fell, and the moon had already revealed its corner. The orangutans in the sky were like sesame seeds on sesame cakes, one by one. Lao Yi and I were chewing bread. Although I didn't like it, we had to force ourselves.
Eat a little, after all, this is to replenish your physical strength. If something goes wrong with the formation later, you may have to fight hard.
The two of us have not spoken since just now, and the atmosphere has become depressed again. If people are depressed, they will be afraid unconsciously. Lao Yi drank mineral water in a gulp, and then said to me: "Say something."
Well, it's still early now, the old guy will come later."
I looked at Lao Yi and didn't know what to say, so I asked him: "Then please bring up a topic."
After thinking about it for a while, Lao Yi suddenly said: "Tell me, this vain gentleman has a nickname, shouldn't we two also have one?"
Dao number? I have never thought about this thing, but in my mind it is completely dispensable. Taking off my pants and farting is unnecessary. My nickname is still Gou Shengzi, who am I looking for?
So I said to him in a funny way: "Don't you? Harbin Daniel Wu, how majestic is he?"
Lao Yi looked at me with contempt. Ever since we met Shi Jueming, Lao Yi had never called himself that. Obviously he felt embarrassed. He said to me: "Go, go, that's a nickname. I
It’s a Taoist name, I’m wondering what would be a suitable name?”
After he finished speaking, he really started to think hard. I thought it was funny to see that Lao Yi's natural stupidity is really unique in the Northeast. After thinking for a while, he said to me: "I have thought about it, I should start a
It’s a more majestic name, and it has to match my temperament. What do you think of me being called ‘Handsome Man’?”
I looked at the handsome man, speechless and choked. This old boy has watched too much Iron Man. How did he come up with such a rustic name?
So I said to him: "Your nickname is really unique in the Northeast, but I would like to ask what is the difference between this nickname and a nickname?"
Lao Yi patted me on the shoulder and said to me: "It's different. This nickname is more manly and domineering than the nickname. You can't understand it. By the way, you just reminded me, your nickname is ''
It’s one of the best in Northeast China.”
If I really got the nickname of such a country bumpkin, Uncle Jiu would probably be in bad luck under Jiuquan, and I didn’t expect that this guy Lao Yi would be so thoughtful. He probably had this in mind. If we meet in the future,
When people in the same profession reported their own IDs, our IDs together were "One of the Most Handsome Heroes in Northeast China", which sounded like he was describing himself.
I was speechless, but Lao Yi got interested and asked me happily: "Can you do it? This is such a majestic slogan."
I really didn’t want to follow him and risk being stupid, but I didn’t want to irritate him because I knew that Lao Yi was already in a natural state, so I perfunctoryly said to him: “You are the boss, you can do whatever you say.
"
After listening to what I said, Lao Yi turned around and took out a piece of paper, and then wrote something on it. After writing, he pulled my hand over and pressed it on it. I don't know what stupidity he was doing.
I ignored him and let him do it.
Lao Yi lit the piece of paper and said, "Done."
I was a little surprised and asked him: "What's the matter?"
Lao Yi said to me: "It's a Taoist document. After pressing your fingerprints and burning it to the underworld, we, the yin and yang gentlemen, will be registered. We can have a lot of conveniences with the people below. This was left by my ancestors before I came here."
I found it in my notes, but I just remembered it because there were so many things going on in the past two days."
Dizzy!! One misstep will lead to eternal hatred!!! I feel like crying. He didn’t expect that my carelessness would actually lead to him becoming the ‘one of the best in Northeast China’. This name is like Loess Gao
The sorghum fields on the slopes are as earthy as you want.
To be honest, I even wanted to strangle this handsome man to death. Just when I was about to open my mouth to curse, I suddenly froze. Seeing my expression, Lao Yi said to me: "Oh, don't be angry, this
The name is Duowei......"
"Stop talking!!" I whispered to Lao Yi. Lao Yi immediately understood and knew something was wrong, so he stopped talking.
The reason why I asked him to be quiet is because I heard an unusual sound, which was the flapping of wings and chirping of many birds. You must know that it is already the time for birds to return to their nests. How can there be any birds except owls?
What? There is only one possibility, and that is that our guests are coming.
So Lao Yi and I hurriedly stood up and hid behind a tree, staring at the direction of the bird's chirping. At the same time, we immediately became nervous again. You must know that the old diver is not a joke, he is a little bit.
If anything, our lives would be in danger.
It was really fast, a group of birds flew out of the woods, and then flew up the mountain, here they come! I thought of the scene where I almost died yesterday, and I never thought that I would meet this old diver again tonight.
Suddenly, the fear of facing this life and death suddenly came to mind again, and I heard the sound of my own heartbeat, thump thump.
Holding the copper coin sword tightly in his hand, his uncle's, come on, dear old comrade, in order to contribute to the four modernizations of the motherland, as an old revolutionary, you should have had this awareness long ago, come on, come on.
The final death knell!
There was a crash in the woods. Before Lao Yi and I could blink, the big haystack dispersed with a crash, and the old diver finally made his appearance. He was still like a patient suffering from an arthritis attack.
Step by step, I walked towards the Sanqing Altar on the big stone.
Lao Yi has already picked up the small blue lantern, and I have tied the sword fingers. Come on, old guy, go a little further, go a little further, Lao Yi and I are breathing more and more quickly, you know this is comparable to
Catching goldfish is much more exciting, and the feeling of waiting for the prey to fall into our trap makes our heartbeats slowly speed up.
Finally, the old diver walked into the formation. At this moment, Lao Yi quickly lit the small blue lamp, and then shouted loudly: "If the eight gates are exposed to death, please ask the golden bell to turn into thunder."
!!Those who are facing the enemy should march forward in formation!!! Let’s go, let’s go!!!!”
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