"It turned out to be a mass-produced product." I suddenly felt like the stock in my hand had depreciated significantly.
The fat man protested dissatisfied: "That can't be said. Don't underestimate it. Although this is only one of the eighty-one, it is indeed refined by collecting the five innate qi using the Zhiyang method. It contains
Haoran's righteousness is so majestic that those heirs of the Taoism that have only been passed down for a few hundred years rarely come up with treasures that can compare with it."
I probably understand what he means. It turns out that although this sword is of extraordinary value and full of magic power, because the Guangyang master mass-produced a large number, his descendants sometimes give peach wood swords as gifts to some old friends.
Fellow Taoist.
The fat man seemed to be afraid that I wouldn't believe it, and said in a familiar tone: "And what you see now is not the full power of this sword. I told you last time that I can't completely break the sealing spell on the sword, and my master can't completely break it."
No, not only that, even the recent generations of descendants of this Taoist temple have not succeeded."
I was a little surprised. I didn’t expect that even my direct disciples and grandchildren couldn’t use the treasure left by my ancestor. It’s no wonder that it was given away everywhere.
I remembered that the last time the fat man gave me the Taomu Sword, he seemed very confident that I could exert its power, so I asked strangely: "Then why do you think I am more likely to crack it than you? Come today
Before this, I had no idea that there was such a tradition.”
"That's because the two powers of Buddhism and Taoism seem to be perfectly integrated in you. Although the wood of this sword was planted by the real person Guangyang, the refining was done in conjunction with Abbot Puyuan. Therefore, it is said by later generations that only those who can freely
Only those who master the power of Buddhism are most likely to break the seal on the sword and unleash its true power."
I couldn't help but laugh a little in my heart. The fat man also thought that I was too powerful. In fact, the scene that day was just a moment of impatience. Not to mention the ability to use two powers freely, I had just started to learn the Taoist magical powers of my sect.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but wonder: "Since this place is the place where Buddhism and Taoism merge, then why haven't there been any talented disciples who can integrate the two magical powers in the past hundred years?"
The fat man smiled disdainfully and said: "Haha, let alone understanding it, in fact, only the Taoism and the name have been passed down today. The magical power method of this Zen temple has almost been lost in the years of war and chaos in modern times. Back then, my master was still
I was given this sword as a reward for getting rid of evil spirits in this place."
It turns out that this place is just an empty shell. I think about it right. If those magical powers and methods were still there, there would be no need for the fat man to come to me to learn Buddhism. Wouldn't it be more convenient to have his master's relationship here?
The fat man seemed to be in the mood for a conversation, and he talked to me about the origins of these eighty-one swords.
When Master Guangyang and Abbot Puyuan built the foundation here, it was during the war years in the late Song Dynasty, and this place was near the border between the two countries, so wars often broke out, with bloodshed and millions of corpses lying in the rafters.
Many of the evil auras of those dead soldiers lingered on during their lives, and new battles occurred from time to time. The blood aura soared to the sky, so that the lingering earth-bound spirits were nourished by their essence and blood, and became stronger and stronger, becoming military spirits that are extremely difficult to eradicate.
, often taking the lives of people passing by indiscriminately.
In addition, military souls were originally heroic and militant people during their lifetime, so those with lower moral standards would be devoured by them, let alone their salvation, not to mention that ordinary people would only die if they bumped into them.
Therefore, the two masters often took their proud disciples to various battlefields that had just ended, performing deeds for the dead soldiers to save their souls and reincarnate on the other side, hoping to minimize the negative impact left behind.
Once they completed the ritual ceremony on a small battlefield near a rural area, and everything went smoothly. Compared with those wars that often involved tens of thousands of people, this was just a fight of a hundred people between two teams from two countries. Therefore, Guangyang even
He did not go there in person, but asked his disciples to do it for him.
But something strange happened. About half a year later, there were several more murders in the village for no apparent reason. The deceased were all strong men in their prime, and there were four holes in their throats. Their bodies were dug open, and their hearts, livers and other parts were taken away.
Internal organs, died violently in the hospital at home.
There was no direct connection between the deceased, and it was clear that this was not a crime with a normal motive. The villagers were frightened and suspected that an evildoer was responsible, so they quickly sent for Guangyang Zhenren.
After Guangyang arrived, he checked and thought that the most likely ones were those who had not yet become military souls and were unwilling to abandon their bardo bodies, or the resurrected zongzi, who had fought for many years during their lifetime. Because they realized that their bodies were incomplete, they wanted to
Prey for internal organs, essence, blood and yang energy from living people.
But when he found the bone pits where the soldiers were buried, he found that their corpses had long since rotted and melted. Many of them were just skeletons, and there were no signs of corpse transformation. It was not like they were attacking people for revenge.
Zongzi.
Just as he was thinking agonizingly, a cat meowed by his side, and Guangyang suddenly became excited. Those of them who eliminate evil spirits and demons are very sensitive to animals like cats. Because there is a legend that people who have just died are still alive.
The soul's corpse will turn into a long-haired rice dumpling if a cat washes it away.
But the strange thing is that these corpses have not been washed away by the cats, so they are not the ones harming the village.
However, his years of sensitivity still made Guangyang a little wary of the cat, so he left a unique smell of ambergris on its body and followed the scent to find their nest.
He held a Bimo Pearl in his arms to hide his figure, and hid in the dark to observe. He found that although the cats did not look too evil, they were all tall and tall, with sharp teeth and claws.
Sharp, shiny fur, obviously very moisturized.
In this era of war and chaos, coupled with the moderate famine in the past two years, it has been very difficult for people to eat enough. How do these wild cats fill their bellies?
After careful observation, he found that the leading cats among them were surprisingly large, even catching up with the farmer's big yellow dog. Their eyes and expressions were also very sharp, and their limbs and muscles were unusually developed. They were vaguely already...
There are shadows of ligers.
Generally speaking, only cats that gnaw flesh and blood all year round or even actively hunt large animals will show such characteristics, just like wild dogs left in nature for a long time, their bodies and shapes will tend to resemble wolves.
There seems to be a lingering black energy between the cat's coffins, but it's not clear because I didn't look closely.