Republic of China

Chapter 23
Kang Muang concentrated on using the Zhuyou technique to protect Li Doumiao's only chance of survival.

The spiritual fire of a young child is already weak, but it has also undergone major changes, and may be extinguished at any time like a candle in the wind.

If it weren't for Kang Muang and Zhao Sanyuan tonight, she would have died young.

But the enemy is in the dark and we are in the clear, the passive protection of the spiritual fire is only a drop in the bucket, and the curse of the nail head wishful thinking must be cut off as soon as possible.

Seeing Li Doumiao getting more and more painful, Kang Muang was anxious. However, he couldn't get away to help Zhao Sanyuan, so he could only shout loudly to remind him.

"The child can't hold on much longer! Find a way!"

Of course Zhao Sanyuan knew that the situation was extremely critical.

It's just that the real culprit behind the scenes is by no means a good person. After two attempts, he didn't let the other party give up. Instead, he intensified his efforts and was determined to kill Li Doumiao.

"I know!"

After responding with hatred, Zhao Sanyuan's brain worked quickly.

The mastermind's spells are becoming more and more powerful, and he must have added spells.

Although it is not clear how evil this nail-head wishful thinking technique can be, the old man said that all laws in the world are inseparable from their origin.

"It's numb!"

Zhao Sanyuan picked up the wine gourd and drank hard liquor, his throat burning.

Soon his face turned red and his eyes were blurry, which showed that the potency of the local soju was not as strong as usual.

But what is needed is this energy!
Zhao Sanyuan has a stove hook in his right hand and a hatchet in his left hand.

Then they hit each other hard with all their strength.

Ding!
The piercing golden sound was accompanied by sparks flying.

Ding--!
Ding--!
He hit the iron object repeatedly in front of the scarecrow's head, and a mouthful of old wine in his mouth sprayed out, splashing on the scarecrow.

His figure was swaying swaying, and he was singing an inexplicable tune.

His voice was extremely rough, and his tongue was a bit awkward.

"Come on, Shen'er! Come on!"

"The sun sets over the west mountain, it's dark, my God, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh~"

"Every house has its door closed, and there is a big bolt at the head and end of the village~"

"Don't be stunned, don't bump or fall, and especially don't get stuck in the Bolenggeer~"

"We were picked up at seven miles, welcomed at eight miles, and we arrived at Changsha Store~"

As he sang, Zhao Sanyuan's steps became more and more uncertain, sometimes striding and sometimes jumping in the front yard, and the stove hook and hatchet were clanging.

It's like he's gone crazy.

"You walk steadily~ Look up and down~"

"Look at the seven-star glazed tile on the top of the head, look at the eight-sided purple gold brick on the feet~"

"My feet are on the ground, my head is pointing towards the sky~"

"Take big strides and walk in a chain~ You are so angry that you are not afraid of the difficulty of walking~"

"If you encounter a horse thief, be at ease~ Don't be afraid if he calls out and blocks the road~"

"The old fairy at home is doing somersaults~ He must be told to ignore his head and pull the green pill~"

"Four beams and eight pillars came down the mountain~The Chang Python Protector Array pierced through~"

The sparks that exploded when the hatchet and the stove hook collided were extremely dazzling, and the impact sound became louder and louder.

After three quick steps, Zhao Sanyuan staggered to the altar table. He no longer simply knocked on the iron tools, but sometimes made virtual chops.

The strange thing is that despite Zhao Sanyuan's tossing, the smoke from the three thick incense sticks in the incense burner bowl is like a spiral in the design.

Li Dongzhi, who was looking out from the crack in the door, couldn't understand what the kid was chopping.

But it doesn't matter.

The important thing is that with Zhao Sanyuan's extraordinary dance performance, the girl in the room calmed down again, and pus and blood no longer oozed from her ears.

When you encounter obstacles or difficulties, the noble person is always by your side.

First there was Kang Mu'ang, and then there was Zhao Sanyuan.

Heaven has eyes!

This must have been sent to save our Lao Li family!

"You invite the fox first and then the yellow~please ask Chang Python to protect the law and lead the Monument King~"

"Light up the lights~light the incense~Don't let the old fairy be hungry~"

"You have to take care of the red beams and thin water, the fat and thin pigs, cattle and sheep, and don't forget the little phoenix~"

boom--

Finally, the hatchet was overwhelmed by the load and was broken by the stove hook. The blade flew upside down and stuck across the altar table, making a buzzing sound.The mouths of Zhao Sanyuan's palms cracked open, and blood flowed down his forearms to his elbows.

However, he stopped the tune but stopped moving. The furnace hook in his hand slammed the broken blade, the vibration frequency was faster and stronger, and even the altar table trembled.

inside the cave.

The strange Taoist priest who was chanting words suddenly opened his eyes.

A bang.

The mahogany sword in his hand was cracked from five inches, and the cracks spread to the hilt.

Another steel needle fell off the scarecrow's chest.

While he was astonished, two more straw straws fell from the little man's body, and now only one was left stuck in the Yintang.

Only one left!
The strange Taoist priest hurriedly stepped forward to stabilize the two corners of the altar.

It's not that he didn't have any preparations, but he was very well prepared.

However, he had never encountered Zhao Sanyuan's method, which led to him gradually falling into passivity.

No matter what, this steel needle must be kept in the end.

Otherwise, the nail head Ruyi technique that has been buried with so much effort will be completely destroyed.

"Since you insist on meddling in other people's business, I'll nail you too!"

The strange Taoist priest twisted some pieces of paper money and folded them into paper figures in the blink of an eye.

Connect the necks of the paper man and the scarecrow with red thread.

As soon as he slapped the table, five steel nails flew up and pierced the paper man.

Inside the old residence of the Li family.

Zhao Sanyuan suddenly felt a chill that penetrated into his bones.

The five orifices felt sore and numb at first, then painful and itchy.

It is obvious that the real murderer behind the scenes has the intention.

This was because he wanted to kill himself, the stumbling block, first, and then harm Lao Li's daughter.

Zhao Sanyuan did not retreat but advanced. He stepped forward and quickly removed the copper heart from the scarecrow's neck, and then tied it tightly with his left thumb with red thread.

"Old Li! Go and get the paintings on the two doors of the main hall for me!"

The sudden roar also caught Li Dongzhi by surprise.

After a moment of shock, he rolled and crawled out of the house.

Now the child's life hangs on Zhao Sanyuan.

Not to mention being ordered around.

It’s okay to take out your heart, liver, and lungs!

Li Dongzhi ran all the way to the front of the main hall.

He had not noticed before that there were two door gods on the New Year pictures.

"The Book of Mountains and Seas" contains: "There is a big peach tree in Dushuo Mountain in the East China Sea. It bends for three thousand miles. Its low branch in the northeast is called the ghost gate, where all ghosts come and go. There are two gods, one is called Shen Tu, and the other is Yu Lei. Read and lead all the ghosts to harm others."

"Book of Rites: Sacrifice" says: "The king established seven sacrifices for the group's surnames, the princes established five sacrifices for the country, the officials established three sacrifices, and the suitable people established two sacrifices. All have families, common people, and ordinary people established one sacrifice, or established a household, or Set up the stove.”

This shows that since ancient times, everyone from princes and nobles to traders and servants has worshiped the door god.

There are many types of them, including those for exorcism, military generals, blessings, civil servants, stars and so on.

No matter which one it is, it actually leads to the same goal.

Protecting the home, ensuring peace, supporting utility, bringing good luck, exorcising evil and avoiding ghosts are the popular belief methods among the people of Yan and Huang.

The most famous one is undoubtedly the Tang Dynasty. Emperor Taizong killed countless people during his military life. He was especially afraid that the two brothers he killed would turn into evil ghosts and come to seek their lives. Therefore, he ordered two powerful generals, Qin Shubao and Yuchi Gong, to guard the palace gate.

The effect was surprisingly good, and Li Shimin was no longer afraid of his brother's death.

But the two fierce generals are mortal bodies after all, and they will eventually collapse from exhaustion if they don't rest day and night, so they will settle for second place. Li Shimin ordered his skillful hand to paint the true faces of the two generals and paste them on the palace door.

After the people heard about it, they all imitated it, so these two powerful generals became the most well-known door gods.

The two portraits of door gods in Li Dongzhi's hands are exactly these two.

One person is holding a gold mace and is majestic.

A man hung an iron whip and stared angrily.

"Coming, coming!" Li Dongzhi ran over in three steps.

"The roots of the Nail Head Ruyi Technique have been transferred to my body, and the bean sprouts are temporarily——"

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Sanyuan spurted out a mouthful of blood, and a half-inch-long bloody seam appeared on his forehead!
shocking!

(End of this chapter)