Chapter 202
Zhang Lan and the others knelt between these portraits, in front of Yinyang Yu and the two portraits covered in white linen.
When they saw the portrait in the middle, they suddenly forgot.
In their memory, there are no dusty portraits in the rumors and books they have heard since they were young. When they mention it, they say that he is lonely and conceited. Rong Shiren, whenever he goes down the mountain, he always wears a mask, even the disciples outside the mountain have never seen his appearance.
It is said that he entered the cage to uncage and cultivate the resentment in the world, just to make a further step in his half-immortal body, and for this reason he often did things beyond his own capacity, so he ended up in such a filthy end.
He said that at the end of the day, he was entangled in karma, and his evil spirit was soaring, far beyond the level that other people could suppress. Almost all living things that approached him and touched him, either their spirits and spirits decayed into dry bones, or they were eroded and turbid, and they also became resentful. full of evil spirits.
Such strong resentment can best evoke the darkness in people's hearts, making people impulsive, irritable, lustful, and jealous. Even if the dust doesn't reach him, he can't suppress it, and he becomes like a ghost and a demon. The grass and trees are withered wherever he passes, and he has implicated countless people in disasters, but he doesn't restrain himself.
It is said that his relatives and disciples exhausted their spirits and spirits when they sealed him, and they were almost caught in a loophole. In the end, it was only with the concerted efforts of the disciples outside the mountain led by the Zhang family that they were completely sealed.
Not long after the closure, those famous relatives and disciples disappeared one after another, becoming names in old news stories. Bu Ning's line doesn't even have a direct disciple.
All of this is due to dust.
So... there is no dust known to future generations, no portraits, and no surnames.
Everyone avoids it, and everyone fears it.
But they never imagined that in the thousand-year-old formation set up by Bu Ning, in the stone caves hidden by relatives and disciples, the dusty portraits would look like this, even the half-god and half-ghost mask, There is a sense of nobility and no dust, like a bright moon shining on the top of a cold mountain.
Just when Zhang Lan and the others were in a daze, the twelve formations of spirits kneeling in a circle got up from the ground, and their wide sleeves like mountain mist swept past, bringing a wind from nowhere.
That gust of wind seemed to have a spirit, and chuī lifted up the portrait on the stone wall.
All judges who have been in the caged heart know that portraits are the easiest thing to inspire.
Zhang Lan and the others watched Wen Shi's portrait suddenly fall off the wall and fall obliquely in the wind, just in front of Wen Shi.
He reached out and caught the scroll.
When the painting fell into his own hands, the spiritual fire rose from the bottom of the scroll and burned all the way up.
Everyone saw the old shadow of thousands of years ago on him. They saw him with his hair tied up, wearing a long coat like frost and snow, with a small pendant hanging on his waist, and the tassel was blue.
Seeing long silk-like threads wrapped around his fingers, he was worried, clean and entangled. I saw a bird that looked like an eagle but not an eagle standing on his shoulder, and there were dead trees around him that fell to the ground and sprouted, and white plum blossoms bloomed.
This is something in the remaining thoughts of the formation owner, the afterimage left in the formation, the sun and moon cycle in the mountains, the four seasons of day and night.
Zhang Lan and Zhang Yalin forgot to say anything, until the picture scroll spontaneously burned to ashes, only to realize that they forgot to breathe just now.
Just when they were about to let out a sigh of relief, another painting on the wall also moved.
This time, they stared wide-eyed and kept silent.
Because the one that was blown down by the wind was painted in dust.
The portrait has a spirit, and it is meant to be a substitute if it is hung in the array. Only when the formation is destroyed or the person it replaces comes here, will it fall off and self-destruct like this, indicating that the property is returned to its original owner.
For this reason, even if Zhang Lan and the others have not refined the formation, they can still push out seven or eight points.
And it is precisely because they can push it out that they will feel like a thunderbolt.
Dust does not reach here.
The patriarch himself, whom later generations are unwilling or afraid to mention, is here.
This cognition made the Zhang family's siblings' blood flow backwards and their scalps tingle.
If the eldest disciple of the Shen family is Wen Shi, then who is Chen Dao?
Among these people present, who else might be the person they avoid and fear...
Zhang Yalin turned his head suddenly, with such force that he could almost hear the bones in his neck.
He probably has never shown such a surprised look in his life, staring at the person standing beside Wen Shi without blinking.
Zhang Lan was a step behind him, and when he looked over, he was no longer surprised, but frightened.
She suddenly understood that before the twelve formations of spirits knelt on their bodies, it was not just Wen Shi who knelt, but another person beside him.
She looked at Xie Wen as if she had met him for the first time, and saw the portrait slanting down in the wind, heading straight for him.
And he stood in the mountain wind, calm and indifferent as usual.
He watched the painting approaching, silent for a moment, and then reached out to catch it.
The sparks flickered at the bottom of the scroll, flaring and burning all the way up.
Under the formation, he put on the shadow of the past. Wearing a snow-white gown and a bright red burqa, just standing there simply looks tall and lonely. It seems as if the vast sea of stars is above the head, and the cold cliff is under the feet.
Behind him was the clear roar of the golden-winged roc, which pierced the sky and the earth.
It is indeed the bright moon shining on Matsuyama.
But the Zhang family siblings are dying.
The puppets are naturally prone to bow their heads to stronger people. When the roar of the golden-winged roc resounded in the mountains, the four puppets released by Zhang Yalin all fell to the ground.