World Feeding Travel Notes

The dispute that night ended with the resolute back of his brother going out. Wu Ming sat quietly at the table, staring blankly at the plate full of delicacies.

From then on, my elder brother would go to the master's house to give gifts from time to time. From delicacies of mountains and seas to jade calligraphy and paintings, there was a wide range of things to look at, and the beard of the master gradually turned black.

Wu Ming saw it, and continued to do nothing all day long, copying and drawing, resisting silently with those empty eyes, he didn't have the guts to ask why.

Spring and autumn, winter and summer, I don’t know when, my brother seldom asked him about his homework, and rarely went home, even his wife’s house for several months; only occasionally on the desk Leave sacks of silver as a sign of having been here.Wu Ming stared blankly at the flames fluttering in the wind on the silver candlestick, and finally one day, he stepped into Xingfu Temple, sneaked into the temple, hid in a squatter room, and looked for his brother.

Suddenly there was a sound of pushing and opening the door mixed with a young woman's whining sound at the door, and my brother's familiar but slightly unfamiliar voice came into my ears.Wu Dao tightly covered the mouth of the girl in his arms, and asked in a low voice while pushing, "The benefactor came to discuss Buddhist principles with me every day, and I feel sad; today I can rarely spare half a day to transform the benefactor alone, what happened to the benefactor?" No more?"

"You! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

"Don't worry, I'll take the benefactor in right away, don't worry, no one will dare to disturb you."

"Uh!"

"Hiss—you little rascal, how dare you bite me?!"

"You beast! Someone! Help... um... um..."

Wu Dao took out a piece of cloth from his bosom to wrap around her mouth, kicked the girl into the room, and said with a sneer, "Almsgiver, the poor monk has already said it, no one will bother you."

The door closed with a bang, and Wu Ming fell to the ground stiffly, listening to the painful and helpless whimpering in the room, he did not move for a long time.

If what happened just now gave Wu Ming a subversive shock, then the scene that followed left an indelible mark on his memory.

I saw a dark green figure descending from the sky, kicking the door and entering, and then Wu Dao's extremely painful screams and pleas for help resounded in the room.The immortal in the blue and white crane cloak followed closely behind, and put his coat on the weeping woman.

Huang Shang bitterly lifted Wu Dao out with his bloody arm, threw him on the ground, and said to the people behind him: "Mr. Qingming, you have hit the mark, and he still can't change it."

"Ah."

"How to deal with it this time?"

"You are stubborn, persuasion is useless, you should be punished as a living soul, and you will be handed over to the underworld after death."

"Okay." Huang Shangku turned to look at him, "Most of the monks in this temple are like this. They are greedy for money, lustful, cheating and cheating. I don't know how many innocent people they have harmed."

"Then there is no need to keep it anymore, burn it clean." The man looked up at the high eaves and said softly: "Please don't hurt innocent people."

Huang Shang smiled wryly, "I know."

Wu Ming escaped from Xingfu Temple in a state of confusion during a fire from the sky.

"Later, Wu Dao was captured by an immortal and a demon, and was taken away for punishment. After his violent death, his soul was sent to the underworld by an earth immortal, where he was interrogated by 32 officials and was not reincarnated. His younger brother Wu Ming disappeared and remained silent in Ancheng. Three years ago In the West Market, which is the former site of Xingfu Temple, I started to be a fortune teller, and used my sorcery to secretly spy on the secrets of heaven, and I broke into the underworld today, but I haven't found it yet." King Biancheng read this in one breath, put down the booklet, "Mr. Nan Ming, this is all the records about Wu Dao and Wu Ming."

Huang Shang opened his mouth bitterly, feeling some pain on the side of his head, he didn't care, nodded and asked: "He used magic to spy on the secrets of heaven for three years, didn't anyone in the heavens find out?"

"Back to Mr. Nanming, what this fortune-teller does with sorcery is of the level of petty trouble. Presumably, even if the heavens find out, they won't send people to take care of it."

"Small fights... I don't know that his small fights can also harm countless people." Huang Shangku felt blocked when he thought of the current loose and loose heaven. He didn't get entangled in it anymore, and continued: " This time Wu Ming has broken into the underworld, and even brother Chu and I have been involved, so the heavens will not stand by and stand by, right?"

Yan Mo knew what he was thinking, and smiled helplessly: "Mr. Nan Ming, this is not necessarily the case."

"Why?"

Yan Mo stepped forward: "Because something happened in the heaven, it's a big deal."

"What's the matter?"

"Haven't you heard? Lord Qingming disappeared a month ago. A few days ago, the Heavenly Court released news that he had fallen. Lord Song Wu was sad day and night when he heard about it. The Buddha's search for the soul has not yet come to fruition."

"Mr. Qingming?"

"That's right, Lord Qingming, who ranks second among the Seven Sons of the Heaven Realm, don't you know? No, Mr. Nanming, you are not the kind of dragon who doesn't listen to things outside the window. Speaking of which, he used to represent the Heaven Realm , the fairy who is in charge of contacting your demon world."

Huang Shangku's head was empty, he shook his head and smiled, "I really don't know, it sounds like he is very famous, why, how did he fall, and make the heavens so busy?"

"How did you fall? Mr. Nanming, you won't really go into seclusion, right? His death alone is enough to cause a sensation in the Three Realms. I think that Lord Qingming was a great immortal king famous in the Six Realms back then. He was not only handsome in appearance and outstanding in ability, The magic power is even more powerful, and he beheaded the demon king in the battle between immortals and demons at a young age. During his lifetime, he often went down to the realm to take care of some thankless things, but he enjoyed it."

Yan Mo mentioned the rumors endlessly: "It's no wonder that everyone in the world thinks that Lord Qingming is a man of great talents, a jade tree facing the wind, a long eyebrow and a jade face, a fairy appearance and a bone, plum wind and song charm. But... that's his personality, right? It's a bit colder. Now that he has suddenly fallen for some reason, can the heavens not be in chaos, how can anyone care about such things?"

Huang Shangku was about to ask again, when he heard a cheerful roar, Lu Jia jumped off the plaque and shouted: "Catch it!"

Chu Xingzhou looked up, and saw a bull-headed horse running behind her, snorting and snorting.But Ri You arrived in the hall first and threw a scrawny Taoist to the ground.

"Your Majesty, someone caught you."

Yan Mo took a look and said, "Dizzy?"

"Return to the king, it is true, I have given him Houttuynia cordata, and he can wake up in a moment."

"Why are you dizzy?"

Niutou came panting, "Go back to your majesty, I didn't expect this man to be so ungrateful, I just touched him, and he fainted."

Yan Mo raised his forehead and waved his hands to make them retreat. "Mr. Nan Ming, brother Chu, sit down first, after he wakes up, you can ask him."

Huang Shangku nodded: "Brother Chu, sit down and wait." He bent down and took out the broken flag from Wu Ming's arms, and studied it carefully.

Chu Xingzhou didn't take a seat at the side, but looked at the unconscious fortune teller and fell into deep thought.

Lu Jia on the other side is still chattering: "Brother! There is a big wave of new ghosts coming up from Naihe Bridge, brothers are going to be busy, when will this end, leeks don't grow so fast."

Yan Mo looked up to the sky and sighed: "It's already January, it's already January, how can people in Surabaya City die so easily?"

Huang Shang was stunned when he heard the words, and hurriedly asked: "Sishui City? Are all the dead people from Sishui City?"

Yan Mo nodded and said: "Yes, among the new ghosts who arrived in the past few days, Sishui City accounted for more than half. The Naihe Bridge is getting more and more crowded. Meng Jiang came to complain a few days ago, saying that Meng Zhuang could not accommodate so much. What a ghost, it's better to withdraw, it's more convenient to spread soup in the open."

Huang Shang bitterly thought of the ghosts crowded on the Naihe Bridge when he first came, and he understood, and asked, "Brother Yan Mo, do you know why so many people died suddenly in Sishui City?"

"Well, it must be another plague, strange disease or something. In fact, this kind of situation will happen in previous years, but this year is a bit of a coincidence. Why, brother Huang, is the city of Surabaya related to the person you want to investigate?"

"Well, some. Sishui City and Ancheng are adjacent cities. They were very prosperous a few years ago, but then they declined for no reason. When we went to Ancheng, we passed a village where the people were all rotting and strange. It was very strange. That village is only a forest away from Ancheng, but no one in the entire Ancheng knows about it."

"Is there such a thing?"

"Well, there is a faint spiritual flow above the dome of Ancheng, which is obviously tampered with. Both cities have problems."

Yan Mo frowned when he heard the words: "It turns out...it's man-made." He thought for a moment, then suddenly thought of something, and said quickly: "Mr. Nanming, show me the flag."

Huang Shangku passed it according to his words, but Yan Mo's expression changed instantly.

"what happened?"

"Look, Mr. Nanming, does the Taiji diagram pattern on the flag look a bit awkward?"

Chu Xingzhou remembered the storybook he had read in the wooden house above the isolated peak, and tentatively asked, "The tail of the yin fish is in the Kun position, and the tail of the yang fish is in the dry position. Is it reversed?"

"Exactly, this kind of sorcery is very rare nowadays, and it seems to me that I have seen it before because I have been dead for a long time. This method has the effect of turning against the wind and changing luck. Although the effect is not unusual, it is better than the effect. Guang. If you can use this formation proficiently, it will have the effect of stealing the sky and changing the sun, not to mention exchanging or absorbing the luck of two people, even if it is two villages, two cities are no problem."

Huang Shang bitterly heard the words and said in a deep voice: "You mean, the luck of Sishui City is very likely to pass through this magic circle and be transferred to Ancheng unknowingly?"

Yan Mo rubbed his chin: "I'm not sure, but this formation is always right, Mr. Nanming, the person behind this scene is by no means simple, at least he is a bastard who has lived for thousands of years."

Lu Jia glanced at him, and said quietly: "It doesn't matter if brother scolds himself, don't bring others along."

Yan Mo glared at her: "Don't make any trouble, there are probably not too many people who can use this kind of spell, come and think about who there is with me."

Chu Xingzhou opened his mouth, and Huang Shangku immediately asked, "Brother Chu, do you have any ideas?"

Chu Xingzhou blinked: "Is the strange disease in Sishui City also caused by the change of luck?"

Yan Mo said: "I'm afraid it's more than that. This disease doesn't sound like something that should exist in the mortal world. Maybe it's a backlash."

"Backlash?"

"Well, the sorcery of changing luck like this is always forbidden by the way of heaven, and it will inevitably be condemned by heaven. In order to minimize the damage to oneself, the caster usually chooses a relatively weak group of creatures as the drainage container."

"The city of Surabaya is this container?"

"Most likely."

The dark wind blew past, and there was silence in the main hall of Hades. Lu Jia kicked the pot on the ground, gritted his teeth, and said, "The people in the whole city...are really frantic."

Yan Mo reconciled: "It's simply not as good as a beast... Take it easy."

Huang Shang painstakingly evaluated his own foot strength, and thought that if Wu Ming knew the inside story instead of being used by others, then this flying kick would appear on him sooner or later.

Chu Xingzhou felt a little sad in his heart. He wanted to ask about the remedy, but when he was about to speak, he suddenly felt a burst of chaos in his mind.He had no choice but to close his eyes and rest his mind. In the dimness, he found a ragged skeleton with white bones reflected in his mind in horror. A dazzling red rope was wrapped around the skeleton's bleeding left wrist bone.

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I am speechless.