Chapter 296: Farewell

(This chapter is not a big chapter, only seven thousand words, because there is a chapter at night.)
At that time, Lu Tai pointed to the door of the hospital, saying that the treasure of the pagoda was posted. The river and the lake were outside the door, and the door was already on the mountain.
I told Chen Pingan that I wanted to drink.
After the Flying Eagle Fortress was lively, the popularity was popular. Compared with the kind of quiet and serene peace, the current Flying Eagle Fort is obviously more heart-warming.
Because Feiyingbao has come to two foreign high-ranking people, it is not the kind of heroes who are familiar with the four sides of Feiyingbao, or the famous masters, but the gods and gods, compared with the old man who is already weird enough. More people feel fresh.
The middle-aged man who was invited by the owner of the castle, in the streets and alleys of Feiyingbao, carried white horses. Two large bundles of cypress branches were hung on both sides of the saddle. Every time the man stopped, the man holding the dust would Burning a branch, not seeing him use the flint, two fingers, the cypress branches will burn, and the fragrance will rise and rise.
Flying Eagles, who are sitting in the distance, some of them have a white-haired old man who is slightly older than the old yellow calendar. They began to show their knowledge. This is called a court, and it is a must-have method. Because Song is the longest of Wanmu, it is known as the 18th public, which is equivalent to the granddaughter of the imperial court. The cypress is the second only to the pine of the pine, especially the pines and cypresses on the famous mountain Da Yue, which is expensive, so it burns. Songbai, with the Xianjiakou, can pass the god.
Compared with the older man's white horse, the other old man seems to be more cheesy. Compared with the peers, the means also reveals the rusticity of the stock. Therefore, there are not many people who rush to join in the long-lived Feiyingbao people. The identity of the old man is said to be the master of the young Taoist Huang Shang. He is a mountain Taoist, and he is the oldest friend who met on the rivers and lakes. This time the old man was on the mountain and counted the difficulties. Going down the mountain to help pray for disasters.
The old man was not wearing a robe, nor was he wearing a squat, but he was arrested for seven or eight roosters, which were hung in the gates of the Eagle Fort, the gates of the ancestral halls, the wells, the school martial arts, etc., and then stared at the day and night. Those big cocks, holding a millet bag around their waists, filled with glutinous rice, and a pot of clear water, waiting for the roosters, the water in the pot, but not the daily drinking water of Feiyingbao, but let the disciple Huang Shangzhe The water of the mountain springs that came from the mountains in the distance.
Chen Pingan and Lutai parted ways. Lutai likes to watch the so-called Taipingshan Immortal, pretending to be a ghost, Chen Pingan to observe the old man's technique, the layman watching the fun, the insider watching the doorway, Chen Pingan is somewhere in between, although it is not clear The origin of this act of the old man, but it can be determined that after each rooster is hoisted, the smoldering wind will be a bit lighter, just like the two armies confront each other, one side avoids its edge, but this kind of retreat, no casualties, hiding in It’s only in the dark.
When the old man fed the glutinous rice and clear water to the rooster, he could see from his worried face that the old man also had a clue and his mood was not easy.
As for the sleazy man who swayed the city, he looked self-satisfied, like all the evil spirits.
桓 常桓淑兄, is responsible for clearing the way for this person.
Tao Xieyang has a pale face and often coughs. He only follows Huang Shang with the old man.
Lu Tai did not say the level of the two-person line. He only said that the man is definitely not a martial artist in the Taiping Mountain of Tongyezhou, and the old man is a veritable mountain lord. He pays attention to a sneak scholasticism and is self-satisfied. Adjacent to the mountains and rivers.
Taiping Mountain is the first-largest gate in the central part of Tongyezhou. It is only weaker than Fusong. It is only a hidden world. It is rare that there are monks going down the mountain. It is a great master of the inside and outside Danfa, and the land is in the Middle God. Everything has been heard in the continent, but the reputation in the world is far less than that of Tongye and Yugui.
It was another two days of quiet and peaceful days.
Even the people of Feiyingbao, who lived in the city and alleys, noticed the strangeness of the sky.
It should have been in the morning sun of the rising sun, flying over the top of the Eagle Fort, but it was a black cloud rolling, layered, like a living thing, dancing in the face of the Eagle Eagle, pressing everyone's heart heavy, as a teacher. The old governor, He Ya, released the words. Today, I don’t have to go to class. I want them to go home and wait for them to let the children of Meng Xue’s children have a good time. On the way back, they will stand in groups and point to the black clouds. It was like a beggar, saying that it was like a buffalo, and finally saw a black cloud like a woman's face, scared the children into a bird and beast, and ran home.
Chen Pingan practiced the boxing pile in the yard, and found the cockroaches of the sky early. The land platform sat on the stone table and silently deduced, and looked calm.
In the early morning hours when the day was high, the darkness was like the night, and the sun was actually half-spotted into the Eagle Fort.
Chen Pingan heard the sullen laughter outside the alley and floated around.
Chen Ping stopped the boxing pile, ran to open the door, turned and looked up, the ordinary material of the town demon, with the passage of these days, the spirit of the emperor is also continually elapsed, has become bleak, An original new yellow paper, like the Spring Festival couplet that has been posted for half a year, has a fading color, a lot of wrinkles, and a few black ink blocks that have been infiltrated. It is no wonder that the group of ghosts and ghosts dare to show up.
Lutai walked out of the courtyard with his hands and sleeves, standing side by side with Chen Pingan, looking up at the fascinating book of Danshu, and said to himself: "The era far away from the world is equivalent to the seven-day Wufu repair. The person who painted it, but the person who had just caught a little fur, the strength of Jiu Jing, the character was counted in the room, so the charm of the moment, the power of the big, can be imagined. 'Mr. Sanshan Jiuhou' is regarded as 'Fuji Authentic', but unfortunately we are not even aware of whether this is an individual or just an individual."
Chen Pingan picked up his heel and took off the charm, and he was in the sleeve.
The sound of the noise was heard all around, and the mist rose from the alleyway and quickly spread. The fog was first the height of the ankle, then the knee, and soon it was halfway.
Chen Pingan is like opening the lid, it is immediately foggy, but the fog of the stove is a hot rice fragrant incense, the alley is a sticky wet mist, with a faint smell.
Chen Pingan turned his head and looked at it. Fortunately, the fog did not spurt into the courtyard of the market portal. It was just the various door gods that the households posted on the gate, the Wu saints or the civil and wealthy gods, and made a subtle machination. When you ring, the aura that is scattered and faint, disappears, and you can no longer be a host.
In the eyes of Chen Ping’s vision, at the end of the alley, there were the same size figures wearing white clothes. The children still stared at Chen Pingan, a pair of bright red eyes, and oozing, flowing on the white face. It’s just that blood doesn’t leave that face. It crawls like a stick and goes in and out of the eyes, like a child’s eye socket.
The adult who is holding the child has no facial features on his face, like a thick white cloth, which makes people squint.
There are also many infiltrated filth feces, and the yard that has come to the end of the lane is coming. There are a pair of dead fish eyes and old hands and feet on the ground. They are flexible on the courtyard wall and repeat the whistle against Chen Pingan. Want to eat meat.
There are also many children who are leaning against the roots of the wall, with their hands on their knees, their heads against their knees, and the whine that oozes from the teeth, intermittently, and swaying in the wind, as if they want to tell a sad story, but also age. Too small, unclear, can't tell a real cut.
Although Chen Ping’s respect for ghosts and gods from an early age, I can’t really talk about fear.
Imagine a four- or five-year-old young child who dares to run alone in the fairy tomb. Then I practiced the boxing, and with this indus, Ye Zhou, it was three trips. The landscapes I saw along the way were strange, and there were so many, and I was scared by this array.
So even if the big one is small, the swaying has already reached the alley where the courtyard door is facing. Chen Pingan is still indifferent, but instead takes a step and stands on the edge of the steps, as if waiting for the moment they started.
The child with blood on his face like a spider web has been gazing at Chen Pingan. When he looked at Chen Ping’s side, he said: "Your meat is very fragrant, can you let me eat a few mouthfuls? I only need yours. Half a heart, can you?"
The child’s words are extremely slow, and the pace of the journey is not stopped. When the word
Heart and Liver
is spoken, he has already turned his back on Chen’s peace, but its head has been twisted and turned, still facing the
Cheng Ping
. It also stretched out a dark tongue, licking - the blood of the corner of the mouth.
The old man walking along the wall took the lead and made a leap forward, rushing toward Chen Pingan.
Chen Pingan did not look at it. He stepped forward and stepped down the steps. He waited for the boots to touch the ground, and scorned the fist and hit the old man’s head. The was beaten backwards. The opposite wall, smashed, it didn't even have time to mourn.
After seeing this scene, the femininity in the alley broke out, the black smoke surging, and the sinister smoldering after the death of one head slammed into Chen Pingan.
After Chen Ping’s hand was handed down, he was placed in the sleeve and only the right hand was against the enemy.
The boxing still stays up until now, only flowing in the right arm, suffocating and not diarrhea, but every time I punch, I smash a feminine femininity.
This is a bit of a fist. For today's Chen Ping, it is like taking a bucket from a deep well.
In the view of the group of femininity, the arm of the white robe boy is like a "sunshine" that cuts the night and is hot and glaring.
However, a few blink of an eye, the mighty alleys of the feces will go to seven or eight.
Lu Tai did not know when he was sitting on the threshold, standing by and watching.
The child who threatened to eat Chen Ping’s half-hearted heart, broke away from the adult’s hand, and passed away. He came to Chen Ping’s back, palms his knife, and poked at Chen’s vest, trying to cut a knife from behind. heart.
The hand knife is so fast, only the child just thought that he was going to succeed, and he screamed in pain. When his five fingers touched the white robe, it was like slamming into a stove. The snow melted, and it was too late to close the hand. The arm is gone.
Chen Pingan lost to the left hand behind him, still not seeing the slightest movement, the corner of his eye was always staring at the femininity without facial features, just leaning back and hitting the child's femininity, the robe of the body touched the latter. The child instantly melts like a candle, turning into a very sinister black smoke, which is to be plucked into the distance. As a result, Chen Ping turns around, twists his wrist, draws a punch, punches black smoke without head and tail.
Lutai joked: "This is a bit bully."
Chen Pingan pouted, "Where is the person."
Chen Pingan suddenly turned his head and looked at the end of the alley.
In the water well adjacent to the street, there is a gloomy well water, climbing the inner wall of the well, and covering the yang by the fog on the street, quickly flowing out of the wellhead, pouring into the lane of Chen Ping, and after entering the lane, Just "seeing" Chen Ping's situation of suppressing the child's femininity, hesitated a little, and the well water turned back.
Chen Pingan’s right hand is out of the sleeve, only to see a brand new treasure tower town demon in his fingertips. He sings a fifteenth in his heart, and a green and exquisite flying sword plucks out the sword, and passes through Chen Ping’s body. The tip of the sword pinned the yellow paper symbol, and it was fleeting, dragging a golden radiance in the air.
This plaque should have been used to target the femininity that led the child. After some fights, Chen Ping’s heart was determined and the fists were enough.
Since the weirdness in the well was actively ran out, Chen Pingan then let the fifteen with the town demon, swept away to win the well, and broke the retreat of those wells.
Well water is very fast, but where is the speed of Feijian fifteen.
On the fifteenth, if there was a well that was sobbing and sobbing, the sword tip poked at the wellhead and nailed the golden light of the pagoda town to the edge of the wellhead.
It then slowly lifted off and swirled around the wellhead.
The well that climbed out of the bottom of the well was covered with water, bursting into a circle, revealing a woman who hated hatred and distorted her face. During this period, she was not willing to separate a small tributary and rushed to the wellhead, and soon all turned into smoke, three times and five times. After that, the stick on the wellhead did not move, the fullness of the light, the constantly rushing well water, which was dead, and they continued to gather together, eventually becoming a human-shaped femininity with faintly visible limbs, a height of one foot, and the body water rolling It doesn't stop, people can't recognize the appearance.
Feijian 15 naturally regarded it as a provocation. It was worn over the forehead of the watery yin material in the well, suddenly hovered, and swept back from the back vest, repeating it, and never tired.
Perhaps it is not at all thought that this Feijian is so full of swords, just turned into a humanoid well water, smashed away, and turned into a layer of water that spreads in all directions, and began to swell.
Fifteen, regardless of these tricks, the tip of the sword is only poke in the water again and again.
On the other side of the alley, the man's femininity, which originally hoped that the well water was "upper body", showed a hint of timidity. Instead of the idea of ​​fighting with Chen Pingan, he plunged to the wall at the end of the lane.
Chen Pingan stepped on the wall before taking the lead to the wall of the broken road.
It is also a town demon.
The wall suddenly appeared in the original shape, and the bones were tiring. There were many skeletons of young children, and there were even some babies who were laparotomy. It was terrible.
When the wall appeared, the children who were sitting on the wall roots swallowed immediately.
In this scene, I can see that Chen’s heart is hateful.
The man just had to pluck up and leave the lane, and he was turned up by the angry anger. He grabbed the face without the facial features, and the five fingers were like a hook. The cuffs of the robe of the robe were swaying, and they burst out like a thousand years. The scent of the incense is radiant, and the femininity sends out a cry from the depths of the soul. Chen Ping’s right hand grabs the femininity, and the left hand punches the feminine heart. The whole arm is soaring, both his own boxing and Jin Yu. Aura.
Chen Pingan stirred his right arm and gave birth to a big hole in the heart of the femininity.
Still do not give up, Chen Pingan still tried to smash all the souls of the femininity, deliberately control the power, a glimpse, snagging, like the punishment of skinning cramps, the soul of the soul into the cuffs of the robe, to this The femininity of the head is afflicted by the living.
Lutai stood up and whispered: "Chen Pingan, yes."
Chen Pingan took a deep breath, loosened the five fingers in the left hand, pulled out the right hand from the yin heart, punched the femininity with a punch, slammed the sleeves, and all of them were in the sleeves of the robe, and finally shook the cuffs and shredded ash. Falling down.
Chen Pingan looked at the front of the eyes. The children who were sitting on the wall roots did not escape. They just shivered and swayed fiercely. They were still clinging to their knees and waiting for them. They were screaming, crying, not knowing. What is crying is like suffering from tremendous pain and suffering.
Chen Pingan turned his head and looked at the symbol on the wall of the corpse, and quickly pulled it down.
After Chen Ping’s collection of the town demon, he stepped out of the seven or eight feet and squatted down to the side of a child who was sitting on his head. But two or three years old, Chen Ping’s hand extended a palm, even Chen Ping An has tried to converge on boxing and Jin Yu's aura, trying to make the robe as good as ordinary clothes, but the child is still shaking more and more.
Chen Pingan quickly rolled up his two cuffs and almost rolled his shoulders and patted the child's head.
Chen Pingan can't speak.
Everything in the world is suffering, even if it is in the past karma of escaping, can you wait until the child grows up slightly, after a little sensible?
Chen Pingan feels that this is not right, so it is not good.
Because he is the most empathetic.
Chen Ping retracted his hand, lifted his back, wiped his eyes, turned his head and looked at Lutai, and asked: "Is there a way?"
Lutai slowly came, without the previous kind of cloudiness, nodded and said: "You are not going to yang yang to pick up the light symbol, as long as the reverse draw this character, it is the yin indicator, then I will draw another Hades With the ferry, you can overtake these little guys. You draw the charms to convince these unintentional feminines, and they want to walk up by instinct. My one is to open a door for them. There are always ways to go."
Chen Pingan whispered a fissure in the heart of Feijian fifteen.
It swiftly swept back from the alley.
Chen Pingan took out a yellow plaque from the square, and the small snow cone, sitting cross-legged, holding a pen, and holding the palm of the hand, and under the guidance of Lutai, began to try to paint the yang for the first time. Picking up the light symbol, because the mood is unstable, and ultimately failed, Lutai did not say anything, Chen Pingan took a deep breath and took out the paper again, but it was still a failure, which is extremely rare for Chen Ping after practicing boxing.
Chen Pingan himself is a bit stunned.
Lutai sighed.
Because Chen’s heart is one of the fragments of the heart mirror, shaking.
Lutai simply took out the bamboo fan and gently fanned it. He didn't look at Chen Pingan. He smiled and said: "Don't let everyone be in the house, and learn to stay out of it."
"You don't have to worry about it, you have eaten for so many years, and the little guys shouldn't mind waiting for a while."
The land stage fanned the breeze, helped the smoky clouds and scattered alleys, and re-masked the invisible yang that had fallen from the black clouds above the head. Slowly said: "When things are resolved here, I will go directly to the bamboo. The building found the lady of the fortress, Chen Pingan, you don't have to be with me, because I need you to help me break up those dark clouds, and some femininity hidden in the dark, the road may not be too low. I don't have to worry about it here. ""
Chen Pingan snorted.
Lutai looked up at the sky. "It is almost certain that the truth has been made. The yin and yang of Feiyingbao has been deliberately done for some people behind the scenes, in order to let the owner of the castle, who is born with a very yin, to be pregnant. A ghost baby born in a hundred years is born from a woman's heart. It takes several years to feed on the woman's blood and vitality, instead of the usual woman's belly in October, the so-called sacred ghost, that is, It is said that the lady of the fortress is not a practitioner, so the strength is not enough. This has the strangeness of Feiyingbao, in order to maintain her life, only to wait for the ghost baby to break out, that is, the woman When a person dies, and his rumor is too deep, most of the souls of a woman after death are not to expect peace. When they are alive, they are not as good as death. When they die, they are not as good as life. It is really miserable."
Chen’s brows are wrinkled.
Lutai slowly said: "According to the records of several Taoist books on the floor of my family's library, this dirty thing has been born in six generations. It is quite difficult to gather, and it will be scattered unless it is killed. It is difficult to eliminate. It has a hobby to swallow the viscera of a living person. If there is no one to restrain it, it does not need a hundred years. If you give it a few squares and eat more than 100,000 people, you can smoothly benefit the body of the baby. Difficult to kill, then a fairy ghost baby, I am afraid that there are no three immortals to join in the pursuit, there is no need to expect to eradicate it, a Yuan infantry monk went alone, took the initiative to go to the door, and the bait for it is almost the same."
Lu Tai sneered: "This is a handwriting, nothing in Zhongtu Shenzhou, can be placed in this Tongyezhou, it is very big."
Then Lutai no longer said anything more, hand cranking bamboo fan, breeze blowing face.
Chen Pingan silent for a moment, whispered: "You can continue to draw."
Lu Tai squinted at Chen Ping’s side and smiled.
This time it finally became! When Chen Ping wiped his sweat on his forehead, he would put the indicator of the yin gas up, and Lutai looked blank. "What is this?"
Chen Ping replied: "The paper material is not high, just used to practice the pen..."
Lutai grabbed the Zhang Fu, and he didn't have a good air. "It's stupid, a bunch of little ones, this symbol is more than enough, no matter how good, maybe it will lead to their greed, continue to choose between the gap between the yin and the yang, do This kind of ghost is a bad thing."
Chen Ping nodded, first handed the small snow cone to Lutai. Before taking out the paper, he asked: "Your habit ferry, after all, break the yin and yang boundaries, follow me with this simple guide, very Not the same, so the material is better and more effective?"
Lu Tai talked and stopped, and did not speak.
Chen Pingan already knows the answer and takes out a piece of gold-colored paper.
Lutai did not pick up and asked: "Is it worth it?"
Chen Ping nodded.
Lutai shook his head and said: "I don't think it is worth it."
Chen Pingan turned to look at the two rows of children in the wall, turned his head and smiled at the land, and his eyes were firm. "You can only use this paper, but don't draw it wrong."
Lutai sighed and closed his eyes for a moment, solemnly holding his breath, and then he opened his eyes, grasped the small snow cone, and painted the ferry on the golden plaque. This is the unique name of the yin and yang of the Middle-earth Shenzhou. Fu Xi, the pattern is a lonely boat, there is an old man with a wormwood on the boat, and there is a string of ancient characters on each side.
Chen Pingan believed in Lu Tai’s paintings and turned to look at the children.
There used to be a person in Yangjiapu who heard the words "not worth it".
Chen Ping looked at the children, just like watching dozens of themselves, waiting for an answer.
After a while, Lu Tai smiled and said: "You're done!"
Lutai handed over the small snow cone, and then the two got up. Chen Ping picked up the yin indicator and poured it into a purely infuriating air. The light of the scorpion was flowing, the light was soft, and the light was different from the yang. The two kinds of scenes, of course, after the indicator is highlighted, the children under the wall will understand and look up, and the obsessive look of Chen Fuan’s hands is full of mourning and joy.
Lutai will put the golden futuristic paper on the chandelier, and the wall of the corpse that has reached the end of the lane will be gone. The plaque will be attached to the wall. A gold line will appear on the borders of the symbol, and the central part of the paper will begin to dissipate. Constantly expanding outwards, and finally a golden door frame appeared.
Lu Tai let Chen Ping, who holds the guide, walk toward the door, and the pace should be slow.
The children's femininity stood up and followed Chen Ping, who was guiding the direction in front, and went to the end of the lane together.
Lu Tai sat on the steps of the courtyard door, holding up the gang with one hand and looking at the back of Chen Pingan.
In accordance with the instructions of Lu Tai, Chen Ping gently placed the indicator of the yin in the gate, as if it was just above the threshold, and the symbol was hovering.
Dozens of children have entered the femininity, some people are jumping, some are staggering, and some older children are holding smaller children.
After they walked into the door, suddenly all their heads were crowded behind the threshold, and they laughed at the white robe teenager standing outside the door.
Although they are feminine, this smile is so innocent and splendid.
Lu Tai couldn't see Chen Ping's look.
She was wearing a man's green shirt. In fact, her real name was "Liang Fu". The high-lifted lift was like a slap in the face of the ancestor "Lu Shen".
She only saw Chen Pingan waving to the children.