Twilight Boundary

"Open the mountain!"

"Please God!"

But at this time when the world was in chaos, disasters were coming from twelve different directions, heading straight towards Laoyin Mountain.

Now that the strange wind has blown it far into the forest, Dabai looks at the Laoyin Mountain like midnight. Dayangzhaizi takes the lead, and the mountain worship ceremony on the eighth day of the lunar month has also begun.

The saints hold incense, the guests are polite, and the people pray.

The second master was the incense holder, with a red silk around his waist and three sticks of incense in his hand. He walked out step by step from Dayangzhai. Beside him were two grass dragons tied up by the villagers, flying. swim.

Behind him are the players, who beat the gongs and drums loudly. Every time they walk ten feet, they have to stay and put the incense in their hands on the roadside, and then the people offering incense next to them will add three more sticks to him.

This is to pay homage to ghosts and gods from all walks of life. Grass dragons clear the way, ghosts and gods bow their heads, lonely souls and wild ghosts all receive the incense.

After Caolong, they were followed by villagers, women and elders. Elderly people walked in front holding corn, adzuki beans and other sacrifices in their hands, while younger people followed behind with paper bundles and incense candles. Later, they also came to the two pillars of incense and burned them.

All the way to the place where the mountain was sacrificed, in front of Hu Maganniang, the incense table and the altar had already been set up.

General Baoliang and other people who came from all over Mingzhou to watch the ceremony had been waiting here for a long time, watching the second master, protected by two grass dragons, slowly approaching the incense table with a solemn expression.

He inserted the three sticks of incense in his hand into the incense burner, then took three steps back, and then started to kowtow respectfully and lead others.

After kowtowing three times, he stood up on his knees. The old patriarch next to him had already handed a yellow frame to his hand. The second master unfolded the yellow frame and recited a prayer loudly. This was a message for ghosts and gods. The content was Most of them are about praying for blessings and warding off disasters.

Outside, people with excellent diction often need to write, but in the village they don't pay attention to this. Instead, they are easy to understand and simple people have a sense of weight.

After each verse, he would kowtow, get up and burn incense, and people around him would make offerings.

The people behind him, and even those watching the ceremony, kowtowed and burned incense and candles on the ground.

In the forest, incense was billowing, and a certain mysterious and ancient aura gradually grew in the incense, lingering around and covering the people worshiping the mountain.

The evil wind in the mountains became stronger, and the darkness above the head became heavier, but in this thick and gentle scent of incense, the evil wind seemed to be blocked out.

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"Are you...are you okay?"

Not far away from the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the mountain, Zhao Sanyi and Chen Abao didn't even care about the eldest lady of the Meng family who fell to the ground. They stepped forward to support Hu Ma. Their faces were full of worry, and they could even clearly see that , they felt deep shame in each other's eyes.

"I...I'm fine."

Hu Ma took a few deep breaths and thought to herself that the cost of asking for disaster was indeed very high.

Although he was protected by his natal temple, the fourth incense stick was equivalent to giving up directly. The Meng family should be responsible for the cause and effect. However, there was still an invisible backlash, and he almost lost his mind, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

But without the blood, the play wouldn't be so real.

"It's wonderful, it's so magical..."

While they were tense, the lunatic who crawled out of the coffin had already clapped his hands and screamed. He looked directly in the direction of the mountain sacrifice: "It turns out that the young master of the Hu family has been prepared for a long time. , this is ready, this is ready..."

"It's a good way to use the temple gods to ward off disasters, but it's not enough, haha, it's not enough..."

"Twelve disasters are unprecedented. The Meng family has spent a lot of money this time. The young master of the Hu family can't stop it..."

"..."

"Twelve disasters?"

They had already guessed that the strange phenomenon in the mountains was because the Meng family ignored the dissuasion and invited disaster, but when they heard the number "twelve", Zhao Sanyi and others couldn't help being frightened.

He suddenly turned his head and glanced at the madman. Because the people who benefited the Sun family rarely interacted with the other ten surnames, he didn't recognize who he was, but just by listening to his words, he guessed the identity.

"How is it possible? The Meng family...are they really so cruel?"

He was frightened and yelled. Suddenly the sleeve in his hand drooped down and was as wide as a cloth bag. Then he quickly dug into the sleeve and actually took out a basket of eggs. Then he didn't even look at it. Lift it up and throw the entire basket to the ground.

The eggs overturned and broke into countless pieces.

He squatted down hurriedly and counted quickly in the basket, his face turned extremely pale.

Twelve!

There were exactly twelve eggs that were broken. No more, no less.

"What the hell..."

He paused for a moment before suddenly shouting at the top of his lungs: "That guy is really a lunatic?"

"The twelve disasters, how come he doesn't talk about the harm to people, and he doesn't even think about how lucky the Meng family is. Can he bear these twelve disasters?"

"..."

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, even Chen Abao and Miss Zhou fell silent for a moment. Instead, they spit out a mouthful of blood. Hu Ma, who was slowly adjusting his breathing and his face gradually recovered, sighed heavily.

To others, it sounded like he was trying his best to suppress the unhappiness in his heart. He looked intently at the lunatic in the robbery door and said in a deep voice: "Sacrifice to the mountain, sacrifice to the mountain..."

"With this act of worshiping the mountain in Laoyin Mountain, can you... be able to prevent the disaster for my young master?"

"..."

"Not enough, not enough..."

The lunatic who climbed out of the coffin didn't mind the flax that buried him before. In other words, now that he had something fun to do, he didn't care about the flax at all.

He was jumping around in a hurry, looking like he was crazy, but his steps were very precise, as if he was quickly measuring a certain direction, and finally he knelt on the ground, walked forward on his knees, and crawled. After more than ten feet, we arrived at the foot of the cliff at the edge of the valley.

He raised his head slightly and blew a breath.

This breath was blown very carefully and was almost inaudible, but suddenly a gust of wind formed, blowing away all the dead vines, weeds, and tangled branches and leaves entangled on the cliff, revealing an eagle's nest on the cliff. Come.

Everyone had very sharp eyesight and suddenly saw that there was a nest of eaglets in the nest. A male eagle spread its wings and kept flapping and threatening them.

Next to it, there were dozens of colorful evil snakes with their heads high and ready to attack. Their dark green eyes were staring at the nest. From time to time, they would arch their bodies, uttering condolences, and they would suddenly shoot out. The eagle slaps hard.

Now it is the first month of the year, when the weather is freezing, snakes should be hibernating, and eagles will not hatch at this time, but they all appeared here, and the two of them got together, and the madman who stole the disaster even more He stared at the spider web and whispered:

"The young master of the Hu family is very clever. He thought of using the temple gods to ward off disasters..."

"Palace God, there are too few, too few, they are all hiding..."

"He can persuade this temple god to stop the disaster, which is clever, but he can't stop it. No one can stop the twelve disasters..."

"He is just using the method of offering sacrifices to the mountain to coax the few remaining temple gods to come and serve as his backers, but this idea of ​​incense is far, far away..."

"..."

As he kept talking, everyone saw that no matter how ferocious the big eagle was on the cliff, the snakes were approaching. Seeing that the situation was weakening, the nest of young eagles in the eagle's nest was also gone. Life hangs in the balance.

'There may not be enough incense in Laoyin Mountain...'

And Hu Ma just looked at it coldly, thinking slowly in her heart: 'What if it is so, plus the incense from elsewhere? ’

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With Laoyin Mountain as the core, there are people who bring disaster in all eleven directions.

When that gust of dark wind blew, these disaster relief people who did not dare to take a step out of the boundary were forcibly pushed out. This disaster relief team was composed of the officials and generals of the Meng family, and even the blood of their relatives. , it was completely out of control.

The eldest son of the Meng family, who was far away in Yanzhou, didn't know why the situation suddenly got out of control, and those who were guarding the disaster also didn't know.

They were almost frightened to despair when they saw that the disaster sender actually stepped out of bounds.

Someone screamed in panic and wanted to step forward to stop them, but before they could get closer, the lambs, chickens, dogs, ducks and dolphins held in the arms of the disaster sender all stiffly turned their heads. Empty eyes looked at them, and they fell straight down.

In an instant, his body shriveled up, and densely packed flies emerged from his sleeves, collar, and trouser legs.

Seeing this scene, some people wanted to escape, but after a few steps of escaping, they met the same end.

The people next to me knew how powerful it was, so they could only grit their teeth and follow the disaster. Those who should play the music and play the ritual curtains that should be played continued to play the ritual curtains, but even so, there was always fear in their hearts that they would not be able to play well. Get up.

So he blew, his face turned red from holding it in, and then black blood flowed out bit by bit from the trumpet he put to his mouth, dripping onto the road.

The one wearing a green banner swayed out of fear, and the white silk on the banner fell down and wrapped around his neck, tightening it little by little until he fell.

It was a huge disaster relief team composed of ritual tents, guards, players, and members of the Meng family. It seemed as if someone was dying every step of the way.

But with every death, those who brought disaster became more solemn and quieter, the speed became faster and faster, and the wind around them became stronger and darker.

They are the ones who bring disasters, and disasters are things from the underworld.

There is no such thing as a journey in the underworld. When they arrive in the human world, they still follow the rules in the underworld.

Disasters cannot see the road to the underworld, which means there is no road in their eyes. Therefore, even if they are located near Laoyin Mountain, some are close, some are far away, and some are even far away. It takes several months to walk to get there, but now, they can reach it. Only in a daze.

When the shadow of Laoyin Mountain was reflected in their eyes, it seemed that there were only a few miles left before they could reach the mountain.

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"Receive the altar decree!"

But at this moment, right after the second master of Laoyin Mountain led the people to offer incense, ghosts from all over the world stood up from the altar and accepted the order of the interrogating hall official.

They led the people in each village to burn silver paper and offer incense.

The rolling will power rises in an instant.

The footsteps of the eleven people who were sending disaster victims were clearly close to Laoyin Mountain, but they suddenly became heavier.

The shadow of Lao Yin Mountain in their eyes seemed to suddenly become a little more distant.