Pindao should be robbed

Chapter 92
Not long after Wu Xi left, Liu Qiao was sitting quietly in the room thinking about how to get the ancient corpse out.

Suddenly a head with curly hair protruded from the door, with immature cheeks and a pair of dark eyes, looking at him flickeringly.

"Who's outside, come in..." Liu Qiao sat cross-legged with his back facing the door, but he felt something and said without turning his head.

Hearing this, the figure walked in lightly and walked all the way to Liu Qiao's side, but didn't speak, as if afraid of disturbing him.

But there was still a slight "ding dong" sound of the rings colliding with each other.

There was a slight fragrance, not a scent of powder, but like orchid, like musk, faint, not strong.

"Woman?" Liu Qiao was puzzled.

Then he turned around and looked, but it was a girl wearing a silver ring and pei decorated flower headscarf, with slender brows, and black and clear eyes staring at him.

Wearing a embroidered chicken head and dragon sleeve jacket, dressed colorfully, with silver rings on both ears, small silver bracelets on hands and feet, and a clear "ding dong" sound when walking.

Liu Qiao sized him up for a while, then asked in surprise, "Are you...A-Qing?"

"Is your nobleman practicing witchcraft?" A-Qing nodded, looking at Liu Qiao curiously.

Liu Qiao also nodded, looking at the pretty and pleasant little girl in front of her who was dressed like a Miao nobleman, with red lips and white teeth.

It really couldn't be related to the savage with oil paint on his face, loose hair and buckskin skirt.

Seeing the curiosity in A-Qing's eyes, Liu Qiao asked with a smile, "Has your master (Wu Xi) ever taught you witchcraft?"

A-Qing nodded, then shook her head again, "Taught... but... I didn't learn..."

It is still a jerky Central Plains language, with a slightly heavy Southern Xinjiang dialect.

Liu Qiao also had difficulty listening, but fortunately, A-Qing could barely understand the meaning even when she was talking and making gestures.

"Do you want to know the Taoism of the Central Plains?" Liu Qiao laughed.

"Taoism?" A-Qing was a little puzzled.

"Er... that is, the witchcraft of the Central Plains..."

"Think!" A-Qing's eyes lit up, and she looked at Liu Qiao with starry eyes, her little head nodding non-stop.

Liu Qiao smiled even more happily, like a bad uncle who kidnapped a minor, smiled Mimi and said: "I'll show you the witchcraft of the Central Plains, and you tell me about your witchcraft, okay?"

A-Qing hesitated and said, "Master forbid..."

"It's okay, if I don't tell you, he won't know about it." Liu Qiao said persuasively.

A-Qing: "..."

After about an hour...

Holding a talisman paper in her hand, A-Qing ran out of the hospital with a slightly shy face, looking around all the way, carefully, for fear that others might see the same thing.

……

In the room, Liu Qiao sat on the bamboo couch with a blank expression, looking at the silver bracelet in his hand, a little dazed.

Don't get me wrong, lonely men and widows... Oh no, nothing happened just now.

The general process is that Liu Qiao used the magic talisman to summon the general, turned into a majestic general, and then waved away, making A-Qing's eyes full of stars.

A-Qing talked about some Miaojiang Taoism she knew, as well as some legends.

In the end, Liu Qiao gave A-Qing a Summoning Talisman, which was regarded as a small gadget for protecting her body.

As long as he silently recites "Liu Xianren quickly manifests his spirit" in his heart, he can use this to manifest a member of the gods. Not to mention the power, but it is still possible to resist some tigers, leopards, wolves, or ghosts.

In fact, it was Liu Qiao's a little Huang Ting's aura, which was written in the talisman. The effect was similar to that of inviting a god, and it could only be used once.

A-Qing, however, took the talisman paper with some hesitation, blushing to the ears, and without any explanation, also took off a silver bracelet from her ankle and stuffed it into Liu Qiao's hand.

When Liu Qiao was in a daze, A-Qing just glanced at him shyly, as if wanting to engrave his face in his heart, and then ran out of the door at high speed, as if encountering a wolf or a tiger.

"What's the situation, it's just a gift of Zhang Fu, it's not enough!" Liu Qiao was puzzled.

Playing with the silver bracelet that is still warm, there are slightly hollow carvings on it, which have been polished smooth and bright, as if worn since childhood.

Unable to understand, I didn't bother to think about it anymore, shook my head and thought: "The method of the three seedlings that this little girl said seems to be slightly similar to the Gu art that I heard in the previous life."

In ancient times, there were three different men under Chi You's command. At that time, Chi You lost countless warriors every time he fought, and he was full of sorrow.

These three strangers said: "Using plain white as a flag to summon souls, and using Shouyang copper as a bell to catch souls can drive the dead back to their hometowns."

Appreciated by Chi You, these three people were made priests and ordered them to be responsible for sending the dead back to their hometowns.

These three people really have strange skills, no matter how many people die, as soon as the plain white flag is raised, the dead can stand up, and when the copper bell is rung, the dead will walk back to the tribe for burial like an army formation.

In addition to being able to manipulate corpses, these three also have their own skills.

One is Wu Peng, who is good as a doctor. He can heal the wounded soldiers and refine the magic medicine of immortality.

One is Wu Xian, who is good at astrology, can predict good and bad luck, and boost morale.

There is another one, the most miraculous, called Wu Shi (shi), who is one of the ancestors of Sanmiao Fa.

It is rumored that Wu Xun is a military advisor under the god Shengyi, who can cast curses and refine all kinds of magical poisonous insects.

Every time Sheng Yi led his troops to battle, he would bring the poisonous insects refined by Wu Shi, and he was invincible in the battle.

Therefore, the Sanmiao people regarded Shengyi as their ancestors, and Wu Shi as their first generation of Dharma ancestors. The successors of the descendants also called themselves Wu Shi, and as time passed, they were also called wizards.

And Wu Xun sat in Sijian Dongtian, Sijian Cave qi refiners, including the witchcraft of the subordinate 42 villages, all inherited from Wu Xun.

According to the few information from A-Qing's mouth, Liu Qiao can roughly guess that Si Jiandong's Taoism is more inclined to use poison and cure diseases, as well as curse and manipulate the undead.

"Instead of waiting, why don't you go to their so-called holy mountain..." Liu Qiao made up his mind, thinking about his body and demeanor, and with a little spiritual light, said: "Change!"

"Puuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

However, the aura of the ten generals changed. This time, they used Xinqiaoshen. Xinqiaoshen was the most vigilant and good at imitating.

Liu Qiao also said, "I'll be back in no time!"

After saying that, Xun mouthed the tea, and his real body escaped with the water, turned into a streak of light, and flew out of the window.

"It's interesting to talk to yourself..." Liu Qiao, who was in the dark, laughed secretly.

In fact, the aura is also emitted from Liu Qiao's body. Although he has his own tiny thoughts, they are still connected with each other. The dialogue between the two is really like talking to himself.

Taking advantage of the water to hide in the air all the way, he circled around the village twice before flying towards the holy mountain that A-Qing was pointing at.

The holy mountain, that is, Baiman Mountain, is called Gaizhushan blessed land in the Central Plains, and Sijian Dongtian.

Lizhe Village is about two or three hundred miles away. For Taoists, it is only a short distance away, and they are already outside Gaizhu Mountain in just a flash of light.

Gaizhu Mountain is not big, but high, and there is a kind of bamboo with thick fingers and thorny roots growing all over the mountain. Even if this kind of thorny bamboo has grown for more than ten years, it is only two or three feet high.

There is a bamboo forest path extending from the foot of the mountain to the top, with a radius of about tens of miles. There is a group of buildings on the top, all built with large blue stones, like primitive stone houses.

On the winding mountain road along the road, there are many people dressed in Sanmiao clothes, old or young, male or female, going up the mountain, kowtowing one by one, like a pilgrimage.

Liu Qiao swept up to the top of the mountain with the light, and headed towards the stone houses. The light in the water seemed to merge with the blue sky. It was so silent that it was hard for ordinary people to see it under a hundred feet.

Quietly skipping stone houses one by one, there are not many people living there, they are all storage jars, all kinds of cloth and clothes, tea leaves, dried vegetables, medicinal materials and the like.

There are about forty or fifty stone houses, all about the size of an acre, lined up in a row.

Liu Qiao inspected more than ten stone houses in front of him, but there was no sign of anyone. He knew the No. 20 stone houses, and only saw some teenagers living in them.

Hua Dun Guangyin observes from the eaves, the stone house is made of bamboo beds by Datong, and there are about dozens of people living in a house, most of them do not have channel skills when observing with their eyes, and even their spirits are scattered, just like ordinary people.

It is estimated that they are some handymen, skipping several stone houses in a row, all of them are like this, there are about 300 people, all of them are under [-] years old, and they are all teenagers.

Seeing this, Liu Qiao simply bypassed the handyman apprentice area in front, and went straight to a few slightly larger stone houses in the back to investigate.

This time I finally saw something sensible. In the large and dark stone house, pots of firewood were set up, and there was a method platform in the center, with an old man sitting on it with his back facing the door.

Hands are like chicken feet, a few strands of white hair are loose, she wears an embroidered golden pheasant dress, a silver ring and a necklace around her neck, and a small silver bell around her wrist, which makes a "jingle" sound when waving her hands.

There are several coffins in front of the altar, and the old man in colorful clothes is muttering words, dancing, and seems to be practicing.

The old man took out the snare drum, and "boom...boom...boom" sounded rhythmically.

Accompanied by the awkward mantra, it is really a bit of a folk song tune, I can't understand it, but I just think it sounds good.

Liu Qiao watched from the crevices of the rocks, and when he heard the tone of the incantation, he felt a little immersed in his heart, as if unconsciously dancing to the beat of the drums and the incantation.

"It's so mind-blowing!" Liu Qiao was secretly vigilant, biting the tip of his tongue quickly, before he escaped from the enchantment of the spell and came back to his senses.

Secretly surprised in my heart, the old man's incantation was not chanted to himself, but it was so strange, if he said it to himself again, he would not sink into it.

"Creak... creak..." At this moment, the large wooden boxes in front of the altar made teeth-stinging sounds.

Liu Qiao took a closer look and saw several rotten and smelly corpses inside the wooden box, but under the skin of those corpses, there were small bumps, about the size of soybeans, like toads.

And as the "dong dong" drumbeat gradually increased, the small bumps under the skin of the corpses moved away at a high speed, as if there was something inside, or insects were eating away at the flesh and blood.

"Boom!" Suddenly the old man beat the Dharma drum vigorously, and there was a strange sound of "swiping and slapping" in the wooden box.

Countless ants-like insects the size of rice grains crawled out densely, making one's hair stand on end.

Liu Qiao was also startled, and thought to himself, "Is this what A-Qing said about manipulating poisonous insects?"

"Who!" The old man shouted.

Liu Qiao had been holding his breath and concentrating on it for a while, he was startled, and he didn't realize that the old man was a master of Taoism, and his power of Taoism was quite high, and his five senses were sensitive, so he immediately noticed that someone was hiding.

The tester shouted loudly, but there was no response, the old man immediately knew that it was not those handymen who were peeping, but an outsider was here, he snorted coldly, and thumped the Dharma drum.

"Boom..." A drum sounded.

"嗖嗖" Countless cold lights flew out from the old man's sleeves, flung them around, like rain of plum blossoms, pierced through the wall in an instant, and shot out.

"Duh!" The moment the old man noticed it, Liu Qiao was secretly vigilant and hurriedly flew out of the mountain.

Not daring to stop all the way, Zongguang flew for about ten miles before landing in a barren mountain, looking for a grotto to drill at random.

He hurriedly sat down on the ground, unbuttoned his sleeves to check, and couldn't help saying: "I'm careless, I don't want this Taoism to be so weird!"

There was no blood-stained scar on the right shoulder, but Liu Qiao could feel that a hidden weapon as thick as a hair was penetrating from the pores of the shoulder, and was penetrating into the heart orifice as he breathed.

But the old man emitted countless cold lights, unknown hidden weapons, small and silent, like a hair, and extremely fast, even though Liu Qiao saw the opportunity quickly, he was still hit by the trick.

Liu Qiao was so frightened that he fled in a hurry, he didn't dare to catch his breath all the way, and kept breathing, so he escaped for more than ten miles with the escape technique, and hurriedly hid in Shiyan to check his injuries.

"Oh, after all, I have underestimated the masters of the world. How is it that Si Jianshan can be a side gate of the 36th Cave!" Liu Qiao said with a little regret in his heart.

But at this moment, it is useless to regret, the hair-like fine needle seems to have a spirituality, and it is still scurrying around in Liu Qiao's body, trying to penetrate the heart and lungs through the gap and destroy the internal organs.

You have to find a way to force it out, otherwise, if it gets bigger, your life may be in danger.

It can only be blamed that there is no magic weapon for protection. If there are purple ribbon fairy clothes and so on, these hidden weapons will not be close to the body at all.

……

Si Jianshan, in the stone room, there was a sudden gust of wind, and in a blink of an eye, seven or eight strangely dressed and strange-looking people gathered around.

There are old and young, male and female, obviously they are all from the immortal family and Taoists. As soon as they came here, they asked one after another: "Pilitus! I was surprised to hear that there were shouts, and I hurried to help, what about people?" ?”

The old man in colorful clothes who plotted against Liu Qiao is a well-known fairy family in southern Xinjiang. In the Central Plains, he is called Baizu Taoist.

A-Qing also told Liu Qiao about his legend, saying that Baizu Patriarch lived to be more than four hundred years old, was famous all over the world.

And in this stone room, there are more than ten people left, all Sijian Cave Heaven Qi Refiners, and each of them has practiced for hundreds of years.

These people are brothers and sisters of the same sect, looking around the world, they are all prestigious people.

A one-eyed old woman with a flowered cloth on her head and a red coat asked: "Friend Baizu, have you already solved it?"

This old woman is called Tianlan Immortal Grandma, she is the one with the longest practice and the most prestigious in Sijian Mountain, and her supernatural powers are still higher than Baizugong.

Baizu Gong didn't dare to be negligent when he heard the words, he hurriedly got up to return the salute, and replied: "That man escapes very fast and reacts very quickly, I can't catch up with him for a while, let him go!"

"The sacrificial ceremony is about to start. It's not surprising that some cats, dogs, ghosts and ghosts will gather here and want to take advantage of the opportunity to beat the autumn wind."

The speaker's voice was crisp and clear, but she was a beautiful woman who looked [-] years old and had a bun with clouds. This woman had also been famous for a long time.

Hearing the words, the first three-foot boy shook his head and said slowly: "According to what Brother Baizu said, that person is probably not a cat or a dog. Ordinary people can't escape Brother Baizu's palm..."

The voice is rough, judging from his appearance, he should be about 40 or [-] years old, but for some reason he is dressed like a child, with double buns and a yellow shirt with a collar.

Moreover, he was a dwarf, if he didn't speak and just looked at his back, he would really think he was a pink boy.

Baizugong stroked his beard and said: "What old friend Jinhuan said is very true, just look at this person who disappeared in a flash, he doesn't look like a casual person, but like the way of a great teacher..."

The yellow-shirted dwarf, also known as Jinhuantong, possesses profound Taoism skills and has practiced for hundreds of years, so he has long been famous.

This Si Jianshan faction, except for Grandma Tianlan, Jin Huantong, Bai Zugong, and Lady Yucan.

The remaining eight people who have cultivated magic power are all late learners. Although they have practiced for a hundred years, they each have Taoism skills, but they are not well-known.

So the few people who spoke are the masters of Gaizhushan Sijian Dongtian and the 42 villages with a radius of thousands of miles.

Hundred Legs sneered and said, "Although he ran fast, he should have been hit by my Five Calamities Needle... Hehehe..."

When everyone heard this, they all laughed easily.

Only Tianlan's grandma held a dragon-headed mahogany staff and said solemnly: "Everyone should be more cautious. The sacrificial ceremony is of great importance, and it is most likely to be looked down upon by outsiders, especially in troubled times. Don't be careless."

(End of this chapter)