Chapter 0994 Death of a Mortal

Huangfu Yanghao looks just over 30, but he is actually 67 years old. He started learning to write talismans at the age of 10, and has been dealing with pens, ink, paper and inkstones for most of his life. The talismans he has written are numerous, enough to equip an army of more than 10,000 people. Moreover, he really likes to write talismans and enjoys the joy of writing talismans from the beginning.

His superiors don't appreciate him? He doesn't care at all. Anyway, the quality of writing talismans has nothing to do with the number of hats on his head. When Xin Youtao went against all odds and promoted him from the fifth crown to the eighth crown, others came to congratulate him, and he said: "The chief talisman master has been replaced? Who is Xin Youtao? How many talismans can he write?"

The talisman technique is unfamiliar, even worse than that of a third-rate talisman master? He didn't care, "It's enough for daily use. Does a blacksmith have to be able to wield a sword? Some people offer talismans, some people write talismans. I write talismans. Other things are not my business."

When the imperial capital was burned for the first time more than ten years ago, he was still quietly writing talismans in a remote town. After winning the Eightfold Crown, he brought his family to the capital, but encountered another city burning.

At that time, he stayed in the talisman tower and was checking the talisman ink materials one by one. When several colleagues asked him to escape together, he found that there was a sea of ​​fire outside, and it was about to burn the talisman tower where he was.

His residence was burned down, and none of his family members were spared, but he silently calculated whether the materials he brought out were complete while flying.

"The talisman that stands tall and proud!" Huangfu Yanghao shouted to everyone, "I have written it, it is perfect and can be used at any time! Come on, let the world see the power of the talisman!"

"Another example of uncontrollable magic power." Zhao Chuye said calmly, notifying the talisman masters in the city with magic. Soon ten people flew up to the city wall, "invited" the excited talisman writer away, and controlled the four-legged square tripod, which has now been reborn and become an extremely powerful weapon.

"I can help you regain your memory, Demon Soul, as long as you are willing to join forces with me."

"Why do you call me Demon Soul? Who is Demon Soul?" Mu Xingqiu has forgotten too many things.

"Explanation is superfluous. When you regain your memory, you will understand everything."

Mu Xingqiu thought for a while, "I will take away the people captured by the talisman master. This is my promise."

"They are no longer of much use. You can take them away as you like. Soon you will not care about their life or death.

Mu Xingqiu looked up at Shouque. Her anger was getting stronger and stronger. It seemed that she would launch an attack at any time regardless of everything.

"As long as you can control her, I can stop the spell." Zhao Chuye said that the grievances between the Nianxin Department and the Taoist tradition had nothing to do with him.

"Okay." Mu Xingqiu agreed.

Zhao Chuye took back the bronze mirror, bronze seal and candle, and kept the iron ruler and golden bell in his hand.

Shouque's expression gradually eased, and he fell behind Mu Xingqiu and whispered: "This man is too powerful and difficult to deal with."

"He is willing to release the people, so there is no need to fight."

Shouque let out a long breath and patted his chest, "That's great, but I really don't like seeing him."

"Please. "Zhao Chuye flew to the tower first.

Mu Xingqiu followed behind. Shouque waited for a while before flying up with the others. Fu Lin and others did not understand the cause and effect of the fight at all, and were even more puzzled by the handshake and peace between the two sides. They now knew that it was not easy to hug the thigh, so they followed Shouque closely. Although this woman was weird, she was easy to talk to, and the most important thing was that she could catch up with the benefactor.

Seven talisman masters stood on one side of the tower. When they saw Zhao Chuye, they saluted him and pretended not to see the others. There were two other bearded talisman masters who carefully checked the four-legged square tripod.

After a long time, a talisman master stepped forward and announced: "Perfect talisman. "

The talisman masters showed a delighted look.

The two inspectors withdrew, Zhao Chuye approached the square tripod, tapped it twice, nodded, expressed satisfaction, and then introduced: "Zhuozhou is an ancient city, and this local tripod is even older. It was originally cast by the Wandi Mountain Honglu Ke. It has gone through several dynasties and has a history of more than 30,000 years. Mortals have forgotten its purpose. "

Fu Lin stood up from Shouque. He is a descendant of Empress Fu. No matter what others think, he is still very proud of this identity. "We haven't forgotten that the local tripod is a magic weapon to suppress the river disaster. The dynasties have changed, and it has never moved. "After a pause, Fu Lin couldn't help but add: "The local tripod was made by the Taoist priests of Wandi Mountain, but the talismans on it were written by mortals with iron pens.

Zhao Chuye did not comment, and continued: "This tripod contains a variety of natural treasures, which are excellent materials for writing talismans. However, ordinary ink will not leave marks on it, so new talismans must be written with blood ink."

A talisman master respectfully interrupted and said: "The blood ink method has been lost for a long time, and it was passed on to Longbin Society by Master Zhao."

Mu Xingqiu and Shouque had lost their memories and could not hear any special meaning in these words, but Fu Lin was deeply angry, "The blood ink method is not lost, but it was banned from learning and using by Longbin Society in the early years. It requires the blood of living people, and the talismans written must be used within a limited time. When offering the talisman, the blood donor will either die or be injured..."

"I promised to save the living, not the dead." Mu Xingqiu said.

"Don't worry, listen to me." Zhao Chuye was confident and believed that this would not be a problem later.

Fu Lin risked his life and stood up and said: "Master Zhao is from Xingshan Discipline Department. Where did he learn the blood ink method? How did he know the history of the local tripod?"

Zhao Chuye turned his gaze to Fu Lin for the first time, glanced at it, and then turned back to Ding, "Four days ago in the morning, the Daotong Tower was unstable. I woke up from my thoughts, my mood was slightly disturbed, and I had an ominous premonition. , so I looked at the whole city and found that Zuo Liuying sent a phantom body to notify a mortal to leave the imperial capital as soon as possible and go as far as possible, so I knew that everything was about to end. "

"I meditated on the Taoist Tower again, not missing a brick or a stone. After repeating it three times, I understood that a disaster was coming. The founder's spreading of magic all over the world was actually a kind of foreshadowing, just like spreading oil everywhere before setting a fire. The magic has already Once you are ready, you can use the Five Elements Tribulation. Fire attack, earth attack, metal attack, water attack, and wood attack can kill all mortals, and finally the Tao Fire attack can eliminate most practitioners. "

Mu Xingqiu and the ignorant ones were fearless. The Fu Lu masters already knew about this and did not react in particular. However, the ten warriors were stunned. Fu Lin said blankly: "Grandmaster...why did you do this cruel thing? What crime have mortals committed?" ? He doesn’t even let Taoist priests go?”

"I can't figure out what the Patriarch thinks, and I have no intention of guessing. I just know that everyone has to protect themselves. Zuo Liuying reacts the fastest, and I have to make a plan."

Zhao Chuye gently stroked the tripod's feet, "I spent an hour searching through Taoist classics and found that the catastrophe of the Five Elements is not unstoppable. I only need to dispel the spells prepared in advance. But it is easier said than done. If I have The treasure is in hand -" he thought of the Demonic Cave and sighed softly, "It will soon be possible to dispel the spells within a thousand miles. Without the treasure, it would be more troublesome, so I continued to look for other methods."

Fu Lin understood, "You want to use the Talisman of Standing on Heaven and Earth to dispel the spell of the Patriarch? But... aren't the spells of the Taoist Grandmaster as good as the spell of the Talisman?"

"Spells have specializations. As a mortal, I can kill a target thousands of miles away with a spell, and I can also destroy a city as big as the Imperial Capital in a short period of time. But without the help of magic weapons, I can't do it." The spells are spread everywhere within a hundred or even a thousand miles, and the key to resolving the Five Elements calamity is to dispel the foreshadowing spells in as wide a range as possible. The symbol of standing tall is called Thousand Miles of Corpse, and its true effective range is about five hundred miles in radius. It is unable to shake stronger practitioners, but it can kill fragile creatures and dispel the ubiquitous foreshadowing spells."

"You want to sacrifice all the mortals within five hundred miles to save the lives of practitioners?" Fu Lin couldn't explain his feelings, but he was not particularly surprised. Taoism was no longer the protector of mankind.

"Sacrifice? No, no, I won't sacrifice anyone."

"You have a way to save a mortal's life?" Fu Lin's eyes lit up. If this was the case, he was willing to kowtow to Zhao Chuye and admit that he had wrongly blamed the Taoist priest.

It turns out that he just doesn't understand Taoist priests.

"The five attacks of fire, earth, metal, water, and wood have little impact on practitioners. As long as they don't be too confused, most people can escape. The final attack of Tao Fire is the catastrophe that practitioners cannot escape, so I have to wait until the five attacks are over. If you sacrifice the Talisman of Standing on Heaven and Earth, all mortals within a radius of 500 miles will be dead, so naturally there will be no so-called sacrifice. "

"Do we have to wait? Maybe we can save many people one day in advance." Fu Lin asked desperately.

"We have to wait. This is the only talisman that can stand upright. If you use it too early, the foreshadowing spells in other places will occupy this area again."

The person Zhao Chuye really cares about is not Fu Lin, but Mu Feidian who has always been possessed by a demon soul. "So, if you want to save people, you can take them away now. In three days, they will all be dead." , but that has nothing to do with me or you.”

Fu Lin only had the last glimmer of hope left.

Mu Xingqiu thought for a while, not weighing the pros and cons, but pursuing his true emotions, "What you did is right."

The hopes of Fu Lin and the nine soldiers were shattered. No one said a word, let alone begged. Saving people requires not only willingness, but also ability. No matter how kind a person who cannot swim is, he cannot save a drowning person. Bengong and Zhao Chuye obviously None of them have this ability.

"But I still have to take the people away and fulfill my promise." Mu Xingqiu said.

"Take them all away." Zhao Chuye really doesn't need these mortals anymore. "When you come back, let's talk about things that will help you wake up early."

He still firmly believes that the demon soul resides in this person's body.

Soon after, dozens of logs flew out of Zhuozhou City, and they were filled with mortals who were weak after donating blood. They didn't know that their death date was determined, and they were very happy to hear that they could go home.

Fu Lin and others also sat on the log, dejected and did not dare to talk to others.

Several talisman masters drove the logs, and Mu Xingqiu and Shou Que followed behind. "Maybe all their relatives have died in the soil attack." Shou Que said, not surprised at all by Mu Xingqiu's indifference.

The Imperial Capital was destroyed by fire, and the temporary camp that was established failed to avoid last night's soil attack. The Talisman Masters released paper talismans and searched around before finding a new camp in a nearby valley. Most of the survivors inside and outside the Imperial Capital were Gather here.

To everyone's surprise, there was no gloom in the valley. Instead, there was joy. But this joy had nothing to do with the young men and women who were sent back.

"General Mu! General Mu! We are saved!" A cry from the valley came from far away.

"Who is General Mu? Is he more powerful than a Taoist priest?" Shou Que asked curiously.

Fu Lin raised his head and looked into the distance, "Is it that General Mu from Duanliu City? His name is Mu Xingqiu. Wasn't he killed by the Taoist Patriarch last year?"

Shouque laughed out loud, but Mu Xingqiu himself was puzzled. He looked into the valley with his third eye and saw "himself" among a group of people on a high platform - a person who looked exactly like him before.

Shouque had also seen it and could no longer laugh.