The strategy of conquering the national division begins with drawing Thangka

Chapter 13
Bai Zeqing's movement was fast and fierce. The thing was thrown on the face by the black umbrella, and it made a sharp cry. After twisting twice, it turned into black mist and disappeared without a trace.

Bai Zeqing's hands trembled violently, and he straightened the umbrella with a stiff neck, gripping the umbrella handle even tighter, until his knuckles turned white.

The rain was still falling, the tension just now was like a sudden episode, but Bai Zeqing's back was already soaked in cold sweat and rain.

She turned her neck stiffly and looked around, but there was still a black mist covering the fields, and the Taoist priest was still invisible.

She pursed her lips, wanted to cry, but held back, and said silently several times in her heart, "I'm not afraid!"

After reading it five or six times, she felt something "click" on the back of her neck. It should be a drop of water, which was cold to the bone and slipped into the clothes along the bone line.

She turned her head subconsciously, behind her was a dark mist as thick as the substance, with no end in sight, and a dead silence.

pat-

Another drop of water fell and soaked into the ends of my hair.

Bai Zeqing suddenly realized: she is still holding an umbrella, how could there be water droplets passing through the umbrella? ? ?

She looked up—

A white face was huddled in the umbrella, wet hair hung down, and water droplets flowed down.

Was it mixed in by this thing when attacking that thing with an umbrella just now?

"what--"

She screamed, put the umbrella away with a snap, and threw the umbrella away, ignoring the Taoist's instructions.

The man's face was caught in the umbrella unexpectedly, he let out a muffled exclamation, and then just put his face on the umbrella...and was thrown away by her.

The moment the umbrella was thrown out, the cold and damp black mist raged and rolled towards her. Her hair and dress were blown and fluttered by the strong wind...

"It's over!" she thought desperately.

The umbrella couldn't be thrown, she threw it, she was too scared.Is it too late to pick it up now?But the Taoist said he couldn't move.

The black mist jumped and roared, wrapping her in every thread.She felt more and more difficult to breathe.

The Taoist said that she had to take the place of the old hen and keep her eyes still so that her breath would dissipate.

She didn't know what would happen if the qi dissipated, but she felt like she was going to die.

The next second, she felt something shaking in her arms, and she instinctively covered it with her hands—it was a wood carving.At the moment when she was about to suffocate, her whole body was enveloped by a ray of warm light.It's like being hugged tightly by Chico...

The feeling was fleeting, and it disappeared in an instant, and the wood carving stopped shaking, and she was once again entangled in black air.

"Brother Qi—" she burst into tears.

I miss Chico so much.I really want to go home.

At the critical moment, the scriptures that her uncle recited before opening Thangka's eyes appeared in Bai Zeqing's mind, and she followed them.Before she had time to think, she read the scriptures.

Sure enough, the sense of oppression and suffocation eased a little, but it didn't last long.

Air and strength are gradually moving away from her body, she is surrounded by black air, and she is about to be dragged away from the formation.

"Woooo, how angry..." She thought, she couldn't live anymore!She refused to accept, there are still many things that have not been done!She was not reconciled, and finally persisted until now.If she didn't want to, she might kill another person.

Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the side, grabbed her arm, and she fell into an embrace as she moved forward—the hand was warm, and the embrace was also warm.

Just as Bai Zeqing was able to breathe, the faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus infiltrated her nostrils. She cried out with a "wow", and hugged the person in front of her tightly: "Master Dao, you are finally here."

"Don't be afraid, the formation is complete." The Taoist's voice sounded low and deep in the darkness.

Bai Zeqing walked around the gate of hell, holding the Taoist priest in his arms and weeping, the skirt of the Taoist priest's clothes was visibly wet.

The Taoist impatiently tried to lift the wet thing away by the back of her lapel, but failed.So he leaned against her shoulder and pushed back, his tone cold and disgusted: "Shut up! Let go!"

Bai Zeqing hurriedly suppressed the crying, and quickly let go of the Taoist priest's hand, but immediately pulled the Taoist priest's cuff tightly with his backhand.Because the crying stopped too quickly, he began to hiccup again.

"Follow me." The Taoist rolled his eyes and said in a low and sullen voice.

Immediately afterwards, Bai Zeqing felt his eyes brighten up.The Taoist priest stepped on the seven-star gossip array with twinkling stars, and made mudras in his hands. Following the changes in the mudras, he said in his mouth: All those who are facing the battle will march forward, break!

Following the exit of the word "bro", the Taoist squeezed the formula with his hand, stretched out a finger, and a strand of golden thread on the fingertips merged into the seven-star eight-trigram formation, and suddenly golden light shot up into the sky, forming a formation formed by the golden thread over the entire Taoist temple. shrouded.

The seven golden stars floating in mid-air and the seven stars on the ground that are always shining faintly shine together, and the black mist is repeatedly sucked into the formation by the stars, slowly swallowed, turned into white smoke, and dissipated.

This process does not look scary at all, and even has a sense of extreme beauty.But in Bai Zeqing's ears, there was a terrifying scream that pierced her soul, as if she wanted to tear her soul apart. The hand holding the tattered corner of the Taoist robe gradually lost strength, and finally spurted out a mouthful of blood, and passed out.

The moment before she lost consciousness, she felt a hand grabbing her into her arms as she fell straight to the ground, and the faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus enveloped her, it seemed that it wasn't that scary.

……

"It's really troublesome!" The Taoist frowned, but he didn't let go, he hugged Bai Zeqing with one hand, made a seal with the other hand, closed his eyes and chanted a mantra.

The next moment, a gentle golden light centered on him, spread in all directions, and continuously merged into the Seven Stars and Eight Trigrams formation, the formation trembled slightly.

At the same time, the absolute darkness around him swept towards him repeatedly, and when it touched the formation, it became light and then disappeared, just like a drop of black ink dripping into a river, it was purified before it could smudge.

These black people were not scared off by the golden light, but gathered more and more, as if they were attracted by the formation, more like they wanted to attack him actively.There is too much black ink, as if it is endless, everything around is gradually being covered by darkness, sandstone, air, and the seven-star eight-diagram array.

"Too much resentment is too heavy." The Taoist sighed.

This kind of absolute and purest darkness gradually weakened the light of the formation Xingzi.

Mo Hei was even more raging, and finally stopped less than three meters away from the Taoist priest, spinning wildly, but couldn't move forward.

The Taoist slowly opened his eyes, and his pupils had turned into a light golden color.

"The Taishang's decree, Chaoru's lonely soul... The order is to wait for the people, and hurry up to be born again, the order is to wait for the people, hurry up to be out of life." He read, "Go to life! Don't be trapped in the situation of resentment and lose your soul!"

He changed the formula again, the golden light in his body exploded, and the whole person stood in the center of the golden light, like a god.

"Resentment! Break!"

The golden light exploded into countless stars and scattered without a sound. The seven-star gossip array and the absolute darkness shattered and disappeared without a trace.

Only the torrential rain remained.

The grievances were broken, the evil spirits were eliminated, and the Taoist no longer lingered, picked up Bai Zeqing and put it in his arms, took off his drenched outer shirt, covered the girl in his arms better than nothing, and walked quickly down the mountain in the rainstorm.

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(End of this chapter)