Great Sui Storyteller

Li Zhen's whole body was finished applying the medicinal juice again.

I don't know how Sun Simiao did it. The medicinal juice just came to Li Zhen and poured it out of thin air. After the medicinal juice fell on Li Zhen as if alive, it began to disperse by itself, and finally put the Taoist priest lying on the bed. All the holes in the body except the nostrils were all mushy.

But it's not over yet.

After pouring the concoction, Sun Simiao glanced at the silent Lord Huqiu beside him, and asked directly:
"Is anything else ready?"

"Already ready..."

Master Huqiu responded, and asked:
"What you use...isn't medical skill?"

"It's Zhu Youshu... Sigh."

Sun Simiao let out a long sigh:
"Fate, luck. It was the little Niubizi who helped Pingdao sum up the Zhu Youshu at the beginning, but unexpectedly... the first time I used it, it was used on him."

"...?"

Although Lord Huqiu didn't speak, Sun Simiao could still sense her doubts through the bamboo hat.

But he didn't say a word, but walked out directly with the medicine bowl in his hand.

After going out, I saw that the yard was already full of all kinds of things.

Loess, red stone, live chickens and ducks, yellow talismans, an altar, and even a coffin in front of the altar.

These things added a kind of... a cold and strange color to the backyard in this silent night out of thin air.

Sun Simiao turned a blind eye and went directly to the chicken coop to have a look...

Each of them is an old rooster with a red comb.

He nodded, pinched the three clear fingers, and recited:
"mercy."

After the words fell, each hand held a rooster that started flapping its wings violently, walked to the front and back of the Fatai, pinched a finger in his hand, and shouted:

"Certainly!"

Strange things happened.

The two chickens seemed to be fascinated by some kind of cover-up, folded their wings, and crawled on the platform like this.

Even though Sun Simiao had already picked up a handful of sharp horns, he didn't seem to notice it.

Even though the sharp horn pierced his neck, he didn't struggle for a moment, and the blood quickly dripped from between the feathers into the porcelain basin prepared in advance.

Two chickens quickly lost their lives, but it wasn't over.

Sun Simiao started to fiddle with the horn again, and when he rubbed it with his hands, the horn turned into fine powder and fell into the basin.

Then, there was that dark red volcanic rock powder.

Finally, a handful of realgar powder used to repel insect snakes.

After putting everything into the porcelain basin, Sun Simiao stirred all the chicken blood mixture with his hands, then raised two bloody hands, and walked in front of the cage of ducks.

He didn't say mercy, but just grabbed the duck and started pulling it by the tail.

The duck's quacking was particularly miserable, but it was still too much for him to pluck out all his tail feathers.

But life stayed, but it looked a little ugly.

Sun Simiao didn't care too much, and after washing the plucked feathers several times in the bucket, he shook off the water on them.The water-repellent properties of duck feathers are revealed, and it looks refreshed after a few shakes.

Then, after he tied the long duck-tailed feathers into the shape of a pen with hemp rope, he walked to the side of the altar and picked up the bundle of rags.

Unroll the rag and spread it on the floor.The pen made of duck tail dipped in the pot of "ink" and began to write on it.

What he wrote looks like seal script at first glance, but it seems to be older than seal script.

Some characters can be recognized, such as "Qi", "Wu", "天", and "日", but more are completely unrecognizable handwriting.

Soon, a roll of sackcloth was filled with writing.

Sun Simiao looked at the silent Xue Rulong beside him:

"Please ask the general to carry him out."

"……it is good."

Xue Rulong glanced at the silent Lord Huqiu, and walked in directly with the two Baiqisi people beside him.

Soon, the three of them lifted out Li Zhen, who seemed to be covered in mud, and placed them on the unfolded linen under Sun Simiao's command.

"Roll it up and put it in the coffin."

Is this to bury Li Shouchu...

Xue Rulong wanted to ask, but he didn't. He just rolled the linen layer by layer with the two of them until it became a roll and put it in the coffin.

Shall we close the coffin?
He questioned Sun Simiao with his eyes.

After receiving Sun Simiao's nod, he directly closed the lid of the coffin.

With a sound of "bang", the coffin closed, and Sun Simiao took the remaining ink and wrote a big seal character on the coffin.

It looks like "town" and "Jiang".

I don't understand it.

Then, the Taoist priest stood on the altar:
"Women avoid."

"..."

She was a little uneasy by the scene in front of her all the time, but Cui Caiwei, who was hiding behind Li Chunfeng, hurried out after hearing this.

And after she left...

Sun Simiao looked at Lord Huqiu.

"..."

Master Huqiu was silent and silent.

But in the end, she left step by step.

But before leaving, the direction of her bamboo hat was twisted to Xue Rulong.

Xue Rulong nodded silently, and took a step closer to Sun Simiao.

Li Chunfeng immediately noticed his actions.

He didn't say anything, just a mass of black liquid swirling quietly in the palm of his hand that naturally fell down.

Sun Simiao didn't care about these two people. After everyone else went out, he touched a handful of ink in the bowl and smeared it on his face like a random one. After drawing a very unique symbol, he didn't ask. God, two do not worship immortals.

He just grabbed the Dharma bell on the Dharma platform and shook it a few times.

"Jingle Bell……"

The crisp and ethereal sound of the ring echoed in the night wind.

"Oh my God~~"

After Faling, Sun Simiao said this sentence.

Those who listened were taken aback.

Then, he took a step towards the left side of the altar.

One step just stepped on a certain position.

"Hey!"

Like a child playing around, he uttered a raving sound.

Then he took another step, and the whole person seemed to be dancing, making a "roar" sound.

With every step, he seemed to be deliberately imitating the sounds of certain animals, some were sharp, some were deep, some were shrill, some were melodious...

Just like that, they began to circle the coffin, using that strange pace with strange sounds, spinning and dancing, as if they were performing some kind of ceremony, and seemed to be dancing some kind of dance.

The few people who were attracted by Sun Simiao's actions were a little surprised and puzzled at first.

But gradually...

This kind of surprise and puzzlement turned into a kind of solemnity.

That is the solemnity that comes from instinct.

It's like... Deep in their memory, they have seen this scene more than once, and they have a deep understanding of everything in front of them.

Even if you can't understand it, you understand how sacred and solemn it all is.

The funny dance has just turned into a strange force that is breathtaking, and even faintly, every time the sounds of those animals appear, several people feel that something has gathered around them.

It cannot be seen or touched, but it is real.

It is clear that the qi of heaven and earth has no intention of moving.

Mingming night wind is gentle, the moon is as cool as water.

but……

they are.

They come and they are.

Silent, silent, silently observing this thing in front of me... It has not only existed for a long time, but I don't know how long it has been without human beings dancing for them.

Everyone in the yard seemed to have entered a strange dream.

You don't remember what dream you had.

But I can feel those things in the dream.

But let you describe it, but you can't describe it.

only……

There is a kind of déjà vu trance.

This kind of trance made them unable to have any other thoughts, even Li Chunfeng even forgot when he put away the dark thunder and when Xue Rulong put down his guard against Sun Simiao.

They didn't even notice that the symbols on the coffin were spreading little by little.

During the dance, from the coffin lid, it gradually spread into a whole that is indistinguishable from the coffin.

Even the ink stains were soaked into the wood, making it a seamless one, as if it was born this way.

Of course, I didn't notice that following the dance, the fine wooden coffin "buried" the direction of the Taoist's feet, and one after another seemed to grow roots that seemed to be alive.

The roots sway and search in the wind.

I want to work hard to find the direction of the soil.

Soon, the dazed Gensi touched the ground for the first time.

As a result, the roots of the entire shrub began to stab towards the ground in a uniform manner.

Ignoring the bluestone slab, it passed through like paper, and took root deeply into the soil.

then……

There was a creaking sound, and the whole shrub seemed to come alive. The endless roots spread on the coffin board. Through the power brought by the roots, the whole coffin changed from being laid flat to a vertical one. rise.

then……

Follow the deep pits created by the roots, pull down a little bit, and spread.

The sound immediately woke up Xue Rulong and the others.

And seeing the weird scene in front of him, even a man with a mind like iron can't help but feel a chill down his spine.

Just watched helplessly as the coffin was dragged downward by an invisible force, halfway down the coffin, and then stopped.

But Sun Simiao's dance steps still did not stop.

The roars of beasts and birds continued, but this time, he seemed to be entrusting something in it.

And through this sustenance, Xue Rulong felt those invisible...they were walking towards the inside of the coffin.

The half of the coffin exposed on the ground is like a door, after entering, it disappears.

One, another.

After all those existences disappeared, Sun Simiao's pace finally slowed down.

After harassing for a few more laps, he walked to the altar with a seemingly tired pace.

"Jingle Bell……"

The bell rang again.

He kowtowed respectfully to the half of the coffin behind the altar, then pinched his sword finger and tapped it between his eyebrows.

The qi of heaven and earth finally began to experience a...very weird fluctuation.

It's unbelievably sticky.

The fingers quickly gathered towards Sun Simiao.

And Xue Rulong keenly noticed that the marks on Sun Simiao's face that had been smeared with chicken blood just now were rapidly shrinking, converging, and finally converging into a thick drop of liquid.

suspended between his fingers.

Then, a low voice of prayer sounded.

No one knew what he was chanting... like some kind of incantation, or some kind of sacrificial ritual.

Finally, the increasingly viscous qi of heaven and earth pointed at the half of the coffin in front of him along the sword finger:
"Narjuna God! Seal!"

swoosh~
The swirling thick liquid instantly got into the coffin.

Then, Xue Rulong felt that the qi of heaven and earth in the yard began to gather towards the coffin.

While carrying a... that still weird viscous feeling, there is also... an indescribable sense of vitality.

After the vigorous vitality poured into the coffin, at the top of the coffin, two branches beat out from the top corners on both sides of the coffin.At first glance, it looks like two dragon horns.

Hovering and spreading, the branches bulged out to a height of about two feet, but stopped growing.

A few few twig leaves are beginning to emerge.

one two Three……

Xue Rulong counted, ten on the left and nine on the right.

Nineteen leaves?
He was still thinking, when suddenly, a leaf fell with the wind and slowly floated to the ground.

It falls from the left.

This is just great.

Nine slices on the left and nine slices on the right.

symmetrical.

Then Sun Simiao let out a long cry:
"call……"

He seemed to have let go of some kind of tension, he let out a long sigh of relief as if it wasn't enough, he simply sat down in front of the altar, and waved weakly to Xue Rulong:
"Go... pick up the key..."

……

"key?"

Master Huqiu gently pinched the leaf in his hand, with doubts in his voice.

Sun Simiao, who was sweating all over, nodded:
"That's right, the key...or..."shackle key". This is the only way to open Nagarjuna's chamber."

"... Nagarjuna?"

Lord Huqiu's doubtful voice sounded again.

Sun Simiao responded, took a big gulp of the tea from Cui Caiwei and explained:

"In ancient times, the Wu tribe fought against the monster tribe all the year round. The Wu tribe's body was strong and they would not die under normal circumstances. The divine technique evolved, and this Longshu Shenyan is a kind of witchcraft in Zhuyoushu that is used by the witches to heal...or delay the injury.

Its only function is to use the power of all spirits to seal the body and spirit of the Wu clan warriors and delay the death time.The Wu people are physically strong, taking advantage of this opportunity, they can rely on their own resilience to recover from their injuries.So... It is not so much a medical skill as it is a sedative technique.Close the five senses, close thoughts, close injuries, and delay the time of death. "

Speaking of which, he shook his head:
"Although I don't know what happened to Xiaoniubi, but the problem must be his soul. The injury of his soul... I am afraid that only Bian Que can heal it while alive, so everything can only be done by Xiaoniubi himself And what I can do is to ensure that when the soul crosses the river of suffering, help him protect the divine ship and treasure raft on which the soul depends, so that the body will not dry up, not exhaust, not exhaust, and not decay. He has a golden light mantra, so Although the Golden Light Curse is weird, it is in essence my Taoist way of cultivating both life and soul... I don't believe that this mere injury to the soul can hold him back for too long! So...you take the key."

Hearing his explanation, Mr. Huqiu knew that if there were anyone in this world who was like that saint who taught without discrimination, helping the world and saving people, then the Taoist in front of him must be one of them.

She doesn't know medicine.

But if even Sun Simiao can only choose this method, it means... this is only the only way.

So he nodded, took another look at the eighteen leaves on the branch of the half-coffin, and asked:

"How do you know he is awake? How long will this state be closed?"

"If he can wake up by himself, the key will naturally respond. When you come to it, just tear the leaf in half. As for how long it will be closed..."

Speaking of this, Sun Simiao let out a long sigh:
"When the leaves fall, if you haven't woken up..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

He didn't finish, but everyone understood.

When the leaves fall, if you haven't woken up...

possible……

I can't wake up anymore...

"..."

Silently, the face of the woman under the bamboo hat turned ashen.