Exorcism

It is seven or eight feet wide, five or six feet high, and more than ten feet deep. It does not look like a cave, but more like a large pit formed by weathering on the cliff. It is uneven, and in some places there are even foot-high stalagmites.

Meng Yuanhou put Xiaoqiu down and looked at it a few times, "Not bad, it seems you are the first person to move in."

"Can you come and see me? Or I can come and see you." Xiaoqiu said to Meng Yuanhou who turned to leave.

"Those who have regrets do not have the right to visit their neighbors casually. I am not far from you. One thousand and seven feet up and sixty-three caves apart, this is my new home." Meng Yuanhou suddenly remembered something and stretched out his right hand to press the button. On a relatively flat cave wall, with a little force, he retracted his palm and said, "Thinking about past mistakes has some benefits. It is very quiet and suitable for overcoming tribulations. I will leave you with a piece of thinking. It may be helpful, but there is nothing here. As a nurse, you can only rely on yourself. If possible, try to delay the catastrophe, and you will be safer at Yangshen Peak."

"Yes." Xiaoqiu felt reluctant to leave. The fate of the people he admired was not good. Li Yuechi committed suicide to prevent the invasion of demons, and Meng Yuanhou had to think about the crimes of others for hundreds of years. "I don't know how to thank you. you."

"Then don't thank me, just remember that I am the master who teaches heaven-defying techniques. The fire of Tao will not be extinguished. See you again in a hundred years."

"The Tao fire will never be extinguished." Xiaoqiu couldn't say the last four words. One hundred years is an unimaginably long time.

Meng Yuanhou flew into the air and headed to his Siguo Cave. Xiaoqiu stood at the entrance of the cave, leaning forward and looking up. The cliff was so high that it didn't reach the top. Marquis Meng Yuan had disappeared into the night. Looking down, it was bottomless. Looking into the distance, the continuous mountains in the night fog were like a climbing chain. The crouching giant snake extends far into the distance.

Xiaoqiu didn't know where she was. She only knew that it was a bare cliff with not even a weed on it. It was covered with caves of all sizes. Shen Geng, who had been sentenced to five years of meditation, was probably there somewhere. In a cave.

He stood at the entrance of the cave until the sky gradually began to glow with light, the clouds and mists dispersed, and the mountains gradually became clear. One of the straight peaks looked a bit like the Ancestor Peak. As for the Yangshen Peak, he had never been there before and didn't know what it looked like. He closed his eyes and imagined a place similar to the ancestor's Fengtai courtyard in his mind, and then murmured to himself: "Get up, get dressed, wash your face, and probably practice boxing, have breakfast, gather, line up, and pay homage to the ancestor." …”

Xiaoqiu could only think of this. He knew too little about the initiation ceremony.

Then he opened his eyes and found a bird flying towards him. It was getting closer and closer. It didn't avoid it. It stopped suddenly when it was about to collide. It turned out to be not a flying bird, but a plate of rice, without chopsticks. Side dishes.

Only then did Xiaoqiu feel hungry. Nearly six or seven hours had passed since the competition. He didn't eat a grain of rice. He held the plate and was stunned. He simply grabbed the rice with his hands and stuffed it into his mouth. The plate was filled cleanly, and the black lacquer plate didn't seem to like this move. It couldn't wait to break free from Xiaoqiu's hand and flew away staggeringly.

This little meal was not enough. Xiaoqiu could only hope that lunch and dinner would be more generous. When night fell again, he realized that there was only one meal a day here.

Throughout the day, Xiaoqiu was doing one thing, removing as many stalagmites as possible in the cave to make room for himself to lie down. The hungrier he got, the harder he worked, breaking the stones into pieces with his hands. , and then threw it out of the cave. In this way, he tired himself out, forgot about hunger, and forgot about his worries.

The ground was still very cold. Xiaoqiu lay down with her clothes on and fell asleep as soon as she closed her eyes.

For three consecutive days, life remained the same.

In this quiet and lonely cave, he ate one meal a day and spent his free time either practicing boxing or leveling the ground. He saw where Meng Yuanhou had pressed his palm, and there was a faint fingerprint left there. There were no words or graphics. Xiaoqiu knew that this was because she had not yet reached the end of the tribulation and had no doubts in her mind. Naturally, there were no answers.

On the evening of the fourth day, when Xiaoqiu was sitting cross-legged at the entrance of the cave and looking at the mountains in the distance, a visitor came.

The visitor slowly rose from below. When he appeared in full, Xiaoqiu saw that under his feet was a green jade Ruyi, which was three feet long and three inches wide. It could barely accommodate two feet, but the visitor stood Very stable.

It was Shen Ji.

He was wearing a slightly loose blue Taoist robe, with a high bun on his head and a wooden hairpin. He was dressed like a standard Taoist priest.

The two looked at each other for a while, and Xiaoqiu said: "Let me guess, it was your mother who sent you here." Xiaoqiu didn't know much about magic weapons, but he felt that male Taoists probably wouldn't use jade Ruyi as a magic weapon. device.

"Let me see how you are doing." Shen Ji looked at the cave behind Xiaoqiu and said nothing about Xiaoqiu's guess.

"Fortunately, I live alone, and it's more spacious than the four-person room in the library. But there's one thing that makes me eat poorly and sleep poorly - I really want to know if your brother lives somewhere down there. In a cave.”

"What, you still want to take revenge on him?" Shen Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, "It was all an accident that you defeated him in the library. On your own, even if you can crawl over, you are no match for one of my brother's fingers. ”

Xiaoqiu shook her head, "I don't want to fight with Shen Geng now. I just want to know if I can fly into his hole with the wind every day when I poop and pee?"

Shen Ji's expression changed. He was a handsome and elegant Taoist disciple. He had lived among Taoist priests since he was a child. Some dirty things seemed vulgar even if they were said in the most taboo terms, let alone so straightforwardly?

"My mother told me to always remember the appearance of the enemy. I'll take a look and that's enough. We'll see you on Yangshen Peak in the future."

"Okay, you know, you look a lot like your brother, especially the eyes."

"When I beat you in the future, I will be very happy."

A contemptuous smile appeared on Shen Ji's face, "My mother also told me that enemies are the best help to promote practice. I hope you can practice hard this month and not be left too far behind."

Xiaoqiu stared at Shen Ji and shook her head slightly, "Your mother must be particularly fond of your brother. She didn't tell you these words until he was locked up."

Shen Ji couldn't control the anger in his heart, snorted, turned around and flew downwards, and the jade Ruyi under his feet threw out a piece of green light.

Xiaoqiu was in a happy mood, and she opened her stance and was about to hit the Bone Forging Fist again. Suddenly she heard Shen Ji's voice ringing in her ears again, "I will defeat you, Mu Xingqiu, I will beat you until you can't fight back. I want to make my mother proud and let her know that I am no worse than my brother, or even better..."

Xiaoqiu was amused that Shen Ji, who had always been very serious, would say such childish words. He turned around and was about to make a sarcastic comment, but found that there was no one outside the cave. He leaned down and looked down, only to see misty clouds.

Xiaoqiu was startled, and then more unfamiliar sounds poured into her ears, including vague human voices, the roar of the mountain wind hitting the cliff, the shrinking of the last few dead leaves of an unknown old tree, and the sound of clouds absorbing moisture. The sizzling sound became clearer and more complex.

Xiaoqiu retreated into the cave, knowing that the thunderstorm was coming. This kind of thing could not be controlled. It would come as it came. Without the protection of the Dujiao, he could only deal with it alone.

He moved closer to the wall, and with the last ray of sunset, he carefully searched for the handprints left by Marquis Meng Yuan. As expected, handwriting gradually appeared:

The heart is the master of the orifice, and the only way to survive the calamity is to guard the heart. What comes will come, and what goes will go. Don’t show weakness or force yourself.

This is just an ambiguous nonsense. If it weren't for her respect for Meng Yuanhou, Xiaoqiu, whose ears were ringing, would not continue to stare at the handprint. Soon, the text changed. This time, the sentence was no longer vague, but a single sentence. A short section on specific luck methods.

Xiaoqiu immediately followed the instructions. First, she sat down cross-legged, closed her eyes, then covered her heart with her right hand, pressed her left nostril with her left hand, and breathed slowly through one nostril. After each exhalation, she tapped her upper and lower teeth gently. But the lips must not be opened.

After seven breaths, cover your heart with your left hand and press your right nose with your right hand. This cycle continues.

This is a method of guarding the heart. It cannot stop or weaken the sounds coming from the outside world. The discomfort in Xiaoqiu's ears is getting stronger and stronger. The real thunder disaster has arrived. Even the sound of dead leaves blown down by the cold wind is as loud as the ears. The thunder exploded continuously, and it continued to intensify.

I should be able to survive it. Just when Xiaoqiu had this idea, the sound coming into his ears changed a little, and a voice became clear out of the noise:

It was the voice of a child, muttering to himself full of hatred, with the words "Mu Xingqiu" popping up frequently, "...I want to prove that you have a demon seed, and everyone in your group also has a demon seed... ...Pang Shan owes me an apology... Grandmaster, why are you so protective of them? Are you possessed by the devil? Open your eyes, Mu Xingqiu, I want to dig out your eyes..."

It was Shen Geng who was also thinking about it. Xiaoqiu was furious. Just as he was about to reprimand, another voice intervened: "The voice of the enemy disturbs people's minds. Can't you resist such a simple trick?"

Xiaoqiu was shocked by Meng Yuanhou's shout. She immediately put away her anger and continued to perform the Mind-Shou Jue.

Shen Geng's curse reluctantly merged with the noise again. I don't know how long it took, but another voice became clear. It was clearly Grandmaster Pangshan and the head of the Forbidden Secret Department arguing. One thought that the boy from Yelin Town should continue to be observed, and the other One believed that tigers should not be raised, and Zuo Liuying could not speak. A woman spoke for her, but her tone was extremely fierce.

"The voice of illusion is touching." Meng Yuanhou's reminder penetrated into Xiaoqiu's mind like a gossamer. He once again realized that Shen Geng's voice just now might be real, but both Grandmaster and Zuo Liuying had magical powers. The words of a powerful Taoist priest would never reach the ears of outsiders.

After some time, Xiaoqiu heard an even more unlikely voice. It was Erliang Shen Xiuwei and the bald Mu Songxuan. They were chatting happily, laughing at each other, and joking around, as if they were still alive in Yelin Town.

Xiaoqiu knew this was false, www.nh. com still felt sad, and the momentum was a hundred times stronger than the anger caused by Shen Geng.

"The voice of the dead is heart-breaking." Amidst the thunder, Meng Yuanhou's voice was as light as a sigh.

Xiaoqiu persisted. When the voices of his father, younger brother, and neighbors in Yelin Town came at the same time, he just changed his mind and dismissed them from his ears.

He opened his eyes and saw three rice balls placed on the edge of the cave entrance. For three days, he survived the thunderstorm safely.

Then he saw the snowflakes outside, and the first snow of the year arrived unexpectedly.

The snowflakes in Pangshan Mountain were different. They were as big as disks. Xiaoqiu was surprised to find that their shapes were even more beautiful than flowers. This was something he had never noticed before. Not only that, Xiaoqiu also smelled the snowflakes. , somewhat similar to the light rain after a long drought. Immediately afterwards, Xiaoqiu's throat surged, not because he wanted to eat, but because he wanted to make a sound involuntarily.

He turned to look at the handprint left by Meng Yuanhou. There were several lines of small characters flashing on it. In Xiaoqiu's view, each one was as big as a bucket.

The gaze is like a torch, illuminating all details, which is the calamity of fire.

The nose is like a thoroughfare, neither blocked nor left, which is the cause of wind calamity.

The mouth is like a bell, and the sound is like a thunderous bell. It is a disaster for the mountain.

Xiaoqiu had just survived the thunder tribulation, and was about to face the third tribulation of the other five orifices at the same time. He clearly remembered that this was an extremely rare thing and also an extremely dangerous thing.

The green light thrown by Yu Ruyi under his feet when Shen Ji left three days ago seemed to flash before Xiao Qiu's eyes again.

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