Reading The Remnants (Wen Guan)

The vertical and horizontal streets are neatly arranged like a chessboard, the high and low houses on both sides are spaces that cannot be placed, and the sun, the moon and the stars are the chess players, holding pedestrians with shadows. On the other side of the village is the sound of “firecrackers”. With Xiaodouding’s footsteps, he starts and stops, and the childish voice floats far away, as well as a heavy and unknowingly exhausted gasp.

“Chinese New Year! The coming year must be good!” He patted the door from door to door.

The bamboo tube smashed on the steps, and he took it again and knocked it harder to drive the fierce beast away.

Tiredness struck, and his bones got sick in the end, and he was very tired after only less than half of the run. The eyelids seemed to be filled with lead, and the shoulders collapsed.

He ran two steps, then stopped, and ran two more steps.

His eyes lit up hard, shaking his head: “In the beginning of man, nature is good…”

The two repeated three-character sutras echoed and mixed with the sound of the bamboo tube behind him.

Xiaodouding’s steps slowed down, his head drooped, his head was big and thin, more like a potato hanging from chopsticks, he was exhausted, muttering on his back, and suddenly he looked back with feeling and blinked twice. Down the eye.

Behind him was empty, and even the street lights in the street were not energetic, and the ground was cut into pieces of tofu, one bright and one dark.

Two thin figures stood in the middle of the village. Li Shiyi buried his head and counted the stone road until he stopped at the slightly green one in the middle, and put his five fingers together to gather the simple compass in his palm and tuck it back into his boots.

Hejiacun was built on the mountain, the keel of the east was built, and the keel was cut down to the west. According to the feng shui script “Shaking the Dragon”, the flat dragon originates from the high veins and rises from the Xingfeng to the low point. Li Shiyi sought out the source of the dragon gathering gold in the village based on the greed of the wolf to the breaking of the army. This is the place where the wind and the water are surrounded by four directions. The trees around the village are connected with each other, all rooted here.

Li Shiyi nodded to Song Nineteen, then leaned down, put the hexagram symbol in the well to the north, lighted the lamp in the south direction, the hexagram symbol was written under the lamp, and the hexagram symbol was inserted in the chaimu to the east, and finally the gold pocket watch was taken out. Come out, put it to the west, and seal it with the hexagram talisman.

The gold, wood, water and fire are arranged in four directions, with a loess in the center and a gossip array.

When a series of movements are completed, it is exactly the moment. Li Shi kept getting up, took out a handful of papers, and landed on an adult. She whispered, “Listen.”

The paper figures scattered around, or crawled to the eaves, or pasted to the corners, sat down cross-legged to report to the protector.

Song Jiu stood in the middle of the formation and returned to silence after four rounds. Then, Shuimu Yiyi looked at Li Shiyi, then closed his eyes, his wrists trembled, and he threw the Xuantie floating light fan upwards.

The iron fan slowly unfolded, capturing thousands of moonflowers, and the light and shadow came out from the hollow of the fan surface, crushing the time into fine pieces of mud. On the fan, there are majestic mountains, beautiful streams, delicate willows, and blooming spring flowers.

The petals thin as the wings of a cicada quivered slightly, and the silky willow branches were slightly beaten.

The talisman paper blown by the wind stopped, the faint candlelight in the south stopped, and the faint sound of bamboo tubes stopped in the distance. The village seemed to have veins, and was pulled by a pair of big hands from under the ground for a twitch, the veins and veins were broken, and the vitality was lost.

The only exception Li Shiyi stood in the formation, frowned slightly, and cast his eyes on the Xuan Tie Fan.

The moonlight passed through the fan and fell like broken snow, and it fell on Song Jiu, as if picking up her bones, and stepping on her toes leisurely, and then off the ground.

The scales on the back of the hand were looming, and a bluish-white dragon pattern appeared between the brows. Song 19 had a beautiful neck hanging down, and her face was clear. When the floating light of the fan smeared her cheeks, she lifted it up. Raising the right arm, the palm is upright, and gently pushing outwards like a door, pinching a fearless mark.

Just like her expression, fearless and determined.

Small cracks appeared on the ground, seeming to have dried up for decades, and they broke apart along the center of the formation. The cracks seemed to have spiritual consciousness, mostly avoiding the houses and dwellings, and struck the trees in the village like lightning.

At a quarter to three, Li Shiyi threw the Shentu Ling in his hand into the air, and sat cross-legged in the rotation of the token, twisting his left thumb with his middle finger, erected on his chest to make a statement, and his right hand dropped the fingertips to form a Willing to print.

The two seals are mutually formed, and the bones of the gods are beginning to appear.

In the night, only the sound of interlaced breathing remained, and the sound of hundreds of thousands of trees being shaken to the ground. Li Shiyi pursed his lips lightly, and heard Song Jiu Nina’s whisper behind him.

“Day tour and night tour, the cause of the universe, the chaos is not open, time does not wait for me.”

The red mole on the side of Li Shiyi’s neck was charming, as if bewitched by the remnants of Song Shijiu around the beam.

She lifted her thin lips and continued the mantra.

“Cong Cong reborn, reborn and die, a hundred ghosts travel, listen to my orders.”

The wind won’t come, the clouds won’t come, the moon won’t come, the stars won’t come. The world has become a large tomb, and everything is governed by disordered timing and reversed life and death. The stranger enters the doom to become a dead thing, and a hundred ghosts burst into the world with boiling water.

The giant trees were uprooted, and they were stray burialists. The roots of the trees were stained with golden light, and they were full of flames.

The Flowing Fire left the host and rushed into the air in a panic, while a lightning-fast sword light cut it in half, and fell to the ground to smash pus-like plasma.

Mulan put down the sword and stood among the blue bricks and rubble, with a pony tail sweeping on her cheek, like a sharp scar.

Behind him, thunder was rolling, dust was flying, and the soul rushed to the formation of hundreds of horses.

Li Shiyi’s auricle moved, listening to the sound of the flag swaying, listening to the sound of horses’ hoofs tapping, the armor crackling, arrows pierced the sky, silence was replaced by noise, and the remote and closed village became a sound. On the battlefield of the horn, greet a massacre without any suspense.

But the slaughter was so beautiful that it was heart-palpiting. Plague insects sprang from the roots of the trees, from the cracks in the tiles, and from the broken bodies, screaming and rushing to the sky. The golden dotted line is suspended in the sky, with a faint howling, like a fireworks bursting in front of you, and like a night light shaking up in the distance.

The top of the arrow carried a light blue fire of underworld, as if it had shot Xingzi down to the world. Thousands of plague insects were burnt to ashes by the underworld before they could struggle, leaving no smoke stains.

Li Shiyi opened his eyes and looked at Song Jiu in front of him in the chaotic battle. Song Jiu’s eyebrows trembled, and he opened his wet eyes to look back at her.

They looked at each other in the flames of war, in the fireworks, in the sky lanterns, and in the stars.

I don’t know if it is difficult for a mortal body to support, Li Shi’s eyes are a bit sore, so that she can only slightly close her phoenix eyes, and her eyes blur the appearance of Song Jiu and outline the silver edge.

Song Jiu saw Li Shiyi tuck the corner of his mouth, his eyes were so quiet that he was frozen by a spell. But she seemed to have heard Li Shiyi asking her in a soft voice-could this massive cleansing bring life and hope as she wished?

The candlelight in the formation was about to burn out, and the fight was coming to an end. After the soul strategy army kowtowed, most of them returned to Mount Tai. Only Mulan and dozens of soldiers patrolled and checked to ensure that nothing was missed.

Li Shiyi fell to the ground and held the bamboo basket on the side. The thin sweat glued her clothes, and she pressed against her body unhappily. She looked around pantingly, and the ground still looked like a shelled egg. The miscellaneous trees were blocked in the road. Fortunately, few of them hit the farmers. It was Song 19 who tried his best to control them.

But even so, debris is still everywhere, bricks are flying together, as if encountering a violent storm.

The hands of the gold pocket watch turned again, and the people in the village were cleared of pests, and they were about to fall into a deep drowsiness all day.

The floating fan closed steadily, and Song Shiji fell behind Li Shixi.

Li Shiyi looked back at her. The dragon scales on her hand had not faded, her lips were so white that she was bloodless, and her pupils were much lighter than before, like clear amber.

Li Shixi was about to go over to lead her, but he heard the rutting sound of rutting in the street, much lighter than the rut next to it. The rolling wood was no different from ordinary, but at this moment, he appeared in such a village. However, Li Shiyi and Song Shijiu couldn’t help but look back.

It was not a vehicle, but a red sandalwood-colored wheelchair, rolling from the end of the bluestone slab, against the foggy light.

In the wheelchair was an extremely thin girl in white, with one hand on her abdomen and the other on the armrest of the wheelchair, her fingertips trembling slightly as the wheelchair progressed.

When they got closer, the two of them could see her appearance clearly. If Ayinmei is in a slim figure and the nineteen beauties have natural eyebrows, then this girl is beautiful in her full body, with her eyes like her eyes, she doesn’t really need to look at it. Clear, with only a black hair and thin shoulders, it looks like he is facing the banished immortal that Chan Juan described.

The girl was so weak that she stopped not far from Song Nineteen, raised her hand to cover her lips and coughed, and her slender waist was closed, as if she had shaken off the brilliance of the stars and moon on her body.

She coughed too hard for her breath, as if she was about to carry her breath immediately, and then stopped for a while, looking up at Song Jiu.

She said with a clear voice like spring water: “Candle Dragon, didn’t Ling Heng ever discipline you?”

The author has something to say:

Feng Shui chanting arrays are also fabricated.