Town Demon Museum Chapter 136 The Yellow Turban Assemble Battle (Thanks to the 20,000 starting point coins of the material sky) (big chapter sorting out ideas)
Chapter 136 The Yellow Turban Assemble Battle (Thanks to the 20,000 starting point coins of the material sky) (big chapter sorting out ideas)
Now that the Nine-section Staff has been repaired, everyone did not continue to stay in the capital. Instead, they left the capital the next day in two groups, real and fake, and then went to the Tianshi Mansion via two routes, one real and one fake, one real and one fake.
To Wei Yuan's expectation, Lin Shouyi, the old man of the Lin family, also followed them.
He even carries a treasure box with a nine-section staff, which is still covered with patterns to seal the breath.
After Wei Yuan was surprised, he thought for a while and figured out the reason why the other party did this.
What is real is what is imaginary, what is imaginary is what is real. Taipingdao on the other side is not a fool. He must have guessed the reason why the troops are divided into two groups. He can understand that Tianshi Mansion is using one side as a bait while the other side is hiding in secret. In this case, the opponent
The troops can only be divided into two groups, but there is a greater chance that the hidden group will be the main target.
He will lead most of the main force to surround him.
And when some of the main forces of Taiping Road were attracted to the side where they were hiding secretly and sneaking away.
You will find that all your hard work has been in vain.
These old Taoist priests are all cunning old foxes.
Wei Yuan rubbed his brows and ignored this matter. He closed his eyes and meditated, because the change of clothes in the capital was prepared by Daomen. He was now wearing a black top with buttons from the Song Dynasty. The cuffs were a little wide, but the ones on his feet were
It is a combat boot with stronger grip.
The piano case was unhooked and placed beside him, and his right hand was wearing a black fingerless glove.
Lin Li looked at Wei Yuan in the rearview mirror, with a strange and curious look in his eyes.
What is the identity of this guy? Even the old man calls him the owner.
But it was hard to talk about this matter. Even if she did, she probably wouldn't tell her grandpa. Lin Li could only look back with some depression. Guangzong City was not far from the capital. In order to avoid possible encounters that would harm innocent people,
Everyone still chose a more hidden and remote route.
There was only one car roaring forward on the road.
After driving for a while, the old man suddenly realized something was wrong, frowned slightly, and raised his hand to ask the driver to stop.
Lin Li asked curiously.
Lin Shouyi replied slowly: "There is something wrong with the qi around here. I'm afraid there is a trap ahead."
"trap?"
"Of course, those guys at Taiping Road won't give up so easily."
"What's more, this is Guangzong."
Lin Shouyi's tone turned cold, but he was worried that Wei Yuan next to him might be related to Taiping Dao, so he didn't say the name of the evil cultivator. Everyone got out of the car and acted cautiously. Wei Yuan opened his eyes and followed him down. The surrounding environment looked ordinary.
, nothing special, there is a small river flowing next to it.
Wei Yuan stared at the river that was no longer fast and remained silent.
Although Lin Shouyi was wary at first, he was not too worried. He had obtained the true inheritance of the Shangqing Sect. He took a talisman with the intention of surveying the danger level here, but as soon as he took action, the talisman quickly burned in front of his eyes.
, turned into ashes.
The old man's expression slowly solidified.
Wei Yuan looked at the river flowing gently beside him. After a long time, he said: "This is Guangzong."
"This is the place where the Yellow Turban Army fought its last battle. Since the opponent takes action here, they will definitely choose to prepare in advance and take advantage of the geographical advantage to the maximum extent. If not, they will be too sorry for the name of Taiping Road.
"
Lin Shouyi seemed to have remembered something, his face changed slightly, he looked at Wei Yuan and said:
"Master Wei, what do you mean..."
Wei Yuan took off the sword box, placed it on the ground next to him, put his palm on the sword box, and said, "Not bad."
"This is the end of the ancient Yellow Turbans and the end of the Taiping Road."
"A hundred thousand people died in battle before and after this place."
"One hundred thousand people?!"
Lin Li exclaimed in a low voice, and as a practitioner, the expressions of several people changed instantly.
This is the place where the Yellow Turban Army died in battle. For the Taiping Dao monks, this is almost the absolute home ground. The obsession of the ancient Yellow Turban Army that remains in the mountains and rivers, even after thousands of years of wear and tear, not even a tenth of it remains.
Terrifying.
Lin Shouyi immediately cast his spell, showering down the talismans one after another, raising the Three Mountains Jue with his hand, and then pressing it on the ground.
It is the heaven-seeing, earth-hearing altar that Wei Yuan once used in the Weiming Sect. Lin Shouyi is a direct descendant of the Shangqing Sect. This kind of auxiliary altar that is common to all talismans does not pose any difficulty to him. His consciousness and spirituality have improved.
Gao, and then followed the traces of mysterious energy to look.
I saw a secluded place surrounded by monks wearing monastic robes, I saw them breaking the ground to build an altar, I saw talismans scattered there one after another, I saw people with advanced practices standing on the altar, practicing, and even watching
There is an ancient yellow talisman hanging in the air.
The person who opened the altar glanced over and slashed with the sword in his hand.
Lin Shouyi groaned and stumbled back half a step.
His vision slowly returned to normal, and he saw Lin Li supporting him and several people around him with worried expressions. The old man recalled the scene he just saw, his face changed slightly, and he said slowly: "The Taiping Dao monks did start preparations early. They
Opened the Dharma Altar."
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"Discovered."
In a hidden place, he swung his sword to cut off the frowns of the peeping Taiping Dao monks. He immediately ignored it and signaled the other disciples and fellow practitioners to still cast spells to open the altar. They knew the possible route of the Tianshi Mansion in advance and held the ceremony here in advance.
Jiao ceremony and altar opening practices.
The purpose is to use the remaining evil spirits and obsessions in Guangzong to capture them all in the future.
Even though a long time has passed since that war.
However, a hundred thousand people died, and among them there was even a generation of true cultivators at the level of heavenly masters. More than 50,000 people were driven into the water and died. The flowing water is actually a kind of evil spirit. There is no evil spirit born in this place.
It can only represent the resentment of having been transcended.
But the evil obsession is like the scars left by the battle formation, which cannot be completely hidden.
With the help of complicated rituals and the talismans passed down from generation to generation since the Taiping Dao Yellow Turban Army, it was enough to connect with the obsessions left by these souls, and a large sacrificial altar composed of more than 500 people made them briefly appear in the world.
.
They had already started preparing for the altar after their last failure.
It took seven days to reach the seven stars, and then stopped briefly at a final key node.
Then the altar was moved to Guangzong to complete the final step.
This will affect the final effectiveness of the altar, but it will not lead to failure. Compared with the simple altar formed in a short time, it is obvious that this kind of ceremony that requires long-term and large-scale preparation can have greater effect.
The person presiding over the altar is holding a lightning-struck mahogany sword, wearing an apricot-yellow Bagua robe, wearing a yellow scarf, and holding a magic weapon. There are thirty-six lights around it to represent the positions of the thirty-six can commanders, and there are one hundred and eight ancient ancient ways.
The talismans, coupled with the fact that five hundred Taiping monks had performed ritual prayers before, were already the most advanced scale configuration except for the large ritual ceremony of a thousand people.
Even so, he still felt strenuous.
The years are too long.
It’s hard to get those ancient Yellow Turban obsessions to respond to you.
Finally, he clapped his magic weapon hard, and finally, vaguely, the soul of Taiping Dao slowly appeared.
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After Lin Shouyi revealed that the other party had prepared a ritual ceremony for the altar, everyone's thoughts froze for a moment, and then they subconsciously prepared to exit the area of Guangzong City to avoid the influence of the ceremony. However, in this world, the altar in the distance
There is a faint qi machine locked directly here.
It was obvious that once they retreated, they would be attacked by force.
That is equivalent to showing others with your belly and back.
For a moment, no one had a good way to deal with it. Lin Shouyi was silent for a moment and looked at Wei Yuan. He always felt that since the latter knew that this was the place where the Yellow Turban Army fought and took the initiative to come here, he shouldn't be trapping him.
After thinking for a while, he said slowly: "Master of the Guard, is there anything you can do about it?"
He found that the museum owner, who had been calm before, often became distracted when he came here.
When everyone looked over, Wei Yuan seemed to come back to his senses and replied:
"I do have a way to deal with it."
"Since the other party has opened the altar ceremony, we can naturally do the same."
Lin Shouyi was slightly startled, but immediately understood the meaning of these words, and looked at Wei Yuan with a slightly surprised look.
When the two sides open a forum, is this a battle of tactics?
But Lin Li and the others suddenly remembered that Wei Yuan had said before that he also knew a little bit of Taiping Dao, and they suddenly realized that the structure of this place was beneficial to the Taiping Dao lineage, but it was aimed at Taiping Dao, not people.
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Wei Yuan's voice paused, looked at Lin Shouyi, and said again:
"However, please old sir, lend me the nine-section staff."
Lin Shouyi pondered for a moment, took out the sealed nine-section staff, and handed it to Wei Yuan.
A pair of eyes stared at him, and when he saw Wei Yuan reaching out and holding the nine-section staff, the secret text on the nine-section staff did not light up, and there was no burning breath, and Wei Yuan never felt it like he did before.
When he was in pain, the old man's pupils shrank slightly and quickly returned to normal.
Wei Yuan holds a nine-section staff.
Lin Li asked hurriedly, "Master Wei, what preparations are needed for you to open the altar?"
He Yangwen from the Shenxiao Sect had already rummaged through the carriage and found many materials used to open the altar.
There were all kinds of things like Bagua plate, sandalwood, yellow talisman and so on. He said with a look of regret on his face:
"I only carry these materials with me. I'm afraid they can't be compared with those used in Taiping Dao."
Zhao Jianbai also had a headache. With just a few people, it was hard to say whether this ritual would be successful, not to mention that he would always be at a disadvantage if he was unintentional versus someone who was intentional. After thinking about it, he felt a little uneasy after all, so he asked:
"Master Wei, do you have any talismans related to the Yellow Turban?"
"The Yellow Turban Taiping Dao is different from my Fu Lu Sect. After all, it has been in decline for thousands of years."
"What's more, it's such an ancient place. If you want to connect with the obsession of the remnant souls here, I'm afraid you need to have something related to them, such as the talismans they left behind, the magic tools they used, etc. If there are no such objects
, I’m afraid the difficulty of the altar will increase significantly.”
Wei Yuan replied: "Thank you for your concern."
He looked at his palms and said softly:
"As for the things of cause and condition."
"Probably... there is."
Immediately, under the gaze of everyone, he held the nine-section staff and stepped forward. He could already feel the hidden obsession. After thinking about it, he felt that it would not be good to say nothing. After being silent for a long time, Wei Yuan's eyes narrowed.
Leng, said:
"Heaven is dead."
"Huang Tian should stand..."
The nine-section staff in his hand gently touches the ground.
In another place, the people of Taiping Dao were hiding in a hidden place. They saw this scene with the help of modern optical equipment and laughed faintly. There was no altar, no way of making offerings, and no relics such as ancient talismans and ancient remnant souls.
Karma, do you still want to summon the power that has been absent for two thousand years?
This is the only way to mobilize power...
Wow
The sound of the shirt shaking, or the sound of the battle flag shaking.??!
The Taiping Dao monk's voice suddenly stopped.
They were stunned, staring ahead with wide eyes at the scenery that could not appear in reality.
The bloody smell on the sword appeared in this modern deserted place along with the hot wind and sand, occupying the original road. Immediately afterwards, there were blue bricks and raised battle flags, and an entire ancient city turned out to be
Standing up from the ground with eyes wide open.
This is a ghost realm, but it is not a ghost realm. This is not a world built by a ghost king and separated from the human world, but a dream and memory shared by thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people. Taiping Tao monks
The person presiding over the altar suddenly screamed, his face turned pale, blood spurted from his mouth, and he fell straight to the ground.
The souls of the Yellow Turban Army, which they had worked so hard to recruit, disappeared in this instant.
Then he rushed towards that city.
The ancient talisman spontaneously ignited, and with a clicking sound, the altar that took a lot of effort to create collapsed in an instant.
The Taoist was helped up by the crowd, clutching his chest. He couldn't believe it. Why did the other party just say a word to the altar that he and others had built to the highest standards, then abandon him and go back there directly? He staggered.
He stood upright and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He couldn't find a reason, and finally said with enthusiasm in his eyes:
"It must be the effect of the nine-section staff."
"That is the real treasure!"
Wei Yuan looked at the gathered figures and saw that each of their faces was either familiar or a little strange to him, but they all appeared here without hesitation, standing in front of him, wearing ragged clothes,
They held shabby weapons and wore yellow scarves on their foreheads.
They have been gone for two thousand years.
But when he held the nine-section staff, when he shouted out the promise again.
So they once again transcended death, and once again gathered under the flag of the Yellow Turban without hesitation, with an expression of persistence and unwillingness in their eyes, but also a trace of gentleness.
Do you still need me to wait?
Do you still need our strength?
Even if it's dead, if you want it, take it.
Wei Yuan held the nine-section staff and raised it gently. Then he was silent for a long time and finished his previous words softly: "I am aged in Jiazi..."
He didn't say another word.
Because at the next moment, a hundred thousand Yellow Turbans' remaining obsessions, both men and women, took a step forward.
The sound of heavy footsteps sounded.
Then, transcending life and death, the initial obsession turned into a vast roar, into unwillingness and roaring at the high heaven. They responded as if these words had been engraved in the memory of their souls.
"Good luck to the world!"
Lin Shouyi's eyes widened and his body trembled faintly.
He saw a hundred thousand Yellow Turbans standing in front of them. They had died long ago, but the remaining obsessions were unwilling to stay here. They raised their heads. Their expressions were so angry and unwilling, but they were only wearing rags.
The clothes roar and roar, coming from the sorrow of the past, so they become more generous and tragic.
If we use the power of the obsession of these one hundred thousand remaining souls, it will be enough to open up a new orthodoxy in this era.
He looked at the museum owner.
I saw that he was no longer a young man wearing an imitation Song Dynasty button-down top, combat boots, and short hair.
Among the dreams that gathered millions of people, that was a healthy young man.
He wore a clean linen robe, his long black hair fell down his back, and he held a nine-section staff.
Wei Yuan took a deep breath and looked at the Yellow Turban Army in front of them who were waiting for orders. Looking at them, the nine-section staff in his hand gently pressed against the ground, and he moved forward step by step, chanting Low Daozang softly in his mouth.
Lin Shouyi was stunned for a moment when he heard the Taoist and Tibetan words, because this was not a fighting method. It was a method of salvation that had been lost in this era and came from the Ministry of Taiping. He immediately thought of the record of the Nine-section Staff.
The most precious treasure of the Taoist sect can not only summon gods and impeach ghosts, but also manage the affairs of nine people and nine qi. It can control all things in the world and save people to achieve Taoism.
This is the soul guide of peace.
The young Taoist's expression was gentle and peaceful, and he walked forward step by step, looking at the familiar people and speaking one by one.
No one will starve to death anymore.
Everyone can eat noodles, eat meat, and eat whatever they want.
So...there will no longer be people who starve to death without food like that time.
Some people wear them, and their clothes should also be gorgeous.
Malt is really sweet.
He raised his head and looked at those familiar faces with a quiet expression.
We fight side by side, we live and die together.
Then how can I still let you not rest in peace after death?
How can you let your last obsession be fighting?
Don't worry, this time, just leave it to A Yuan.
The young Taoist held the nine-section staff in one hand and said softly:
"Don't bless me, don't think about me."
"Yong'an..."
You don't have to worry about me or protect me, I will be fine.
I am tired after two thousand years of persistence, so take a good rest.
The young Taoist priest wearing linen robes stood quietly in this ancient city. He walked here again, passing by the stone road that ticked when it rained, and passed by the earthen pots cooking porridge.
Knowing that many generations of Taiping Dao monks had used their power to disturb the peace, the expression on the Yellow Turban Army's face gradually softened, began to slowly dissipate, and finally turned into a faint light dust.
The obsessions of more than 100,000 souls dispersed and returned to the universe.
This is the resentment and worry that the Taoist ritual practices of the past dynasties cannot completely eliminate.
It's like the vast starry sky falling on the earth.
Human perseverance and courage to resist are as dazzling as the stars.
The young Taoist stood in the dissipated light, looking quiet and lonely.
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Finally, there is a figure that never leaves.
It was a man wearing broken armor and holding a weapon. Even Taiping Soul Yin could not let him give up his persistence. His temples had white hair, and there were yellow scarves on his arms. The Yellow Turban Army general who once blocked the road behind
Staring at the young Taoist in front of him, Wei Yuan quietly looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar face.
This is the remaining obsession, and it is unconscious. It is just the strong obsession of the fighting spirit.
Wei Yuan raised his head.
Fighting Soul Obsession slowly lowered his head and stared at him. Then, Liu Niu, who was supposed to be just a pure obsession, seemed to have been away for two thousand years, but still recognized the child who once sat on his shoulder, and said slowly:
"A Yuan..."
"You, escaped?"
Wei Yuan's heart was shaken, and his reason still knew that this was not Liu Niu, but the latter's remaining obsession and unwillingness. Even so, he still nodded in response:
"Um."
The fighting spirit murmured, and then smiled:
"So, how are you doing..."
Wei Yuan's nose felt sore.
This is the second thing Liu Niu can't let go of.
In the distance, Lin Shouyi and Lin Li, who had never stepped into the Yellow Turban obsession, and the Taiping Taoist in the distance, opened their mouths when they saw the apparently inscrutable museum, with calm expressions on their faces.
He had a bright smile like a child, obviously smiling, but with tears streaming down his face, and nodded heavily.
"Um!"
"That's it..."
A big hand rubbed the top of his head heavily, and the fighting spirit that had been attached to this place for two thousand years murmured with satisfaction. "That's great..."
The familiar figure disappeared from Wei Yuan's eyes.
Satisfied and dispersed, the yellow scarf general disappeared, leaving only the yellow scarf on his forehead. For some reason, it continued to exist across the ages, and fell down. The young Taoist stretched out his hand and took the blood-stained yellow scarf.
Then, he tied the yellow scarf that was once fluttering on Liu Niu's forehead tightly around his arm.
Just like what that man did two thousand years ago.
Wow
The yellow scarf rises like fire in the wind.
Even though the realm that was finally transformed by the obsession of many Yellow Turbans has dispersed, it still exists.
The young Taoist Master turned around and took a step forward. The linen Taoist robe turned into modern clothes. His eyebrows were gentle but his eyes were fierce. At that moment, he raised the nine-section staff in his hand, and the last domain poured into the nine-section staff like a flame.
Scepter, there is no one behind him, but there are millions of people behind him.
Wei Yuan raised his eyes and stared at the Taiping Dao monks who had not dared to appear until now.
The young Taoist who was once protected by everyone stood at the front this time.
Alone, I whispered in my heart
Yellow Turban Army.
march.
PS: Today’s update, 5,800 words... I’m just taking a leave of absence for a larger chapter to organize my thoughts~
Thank you to the material sky for the 20,000 starting coins, thank you~ Although it is possible to summon fighting spirits to fight, and it can be very grand, but I think, as a comrade, I will choose to let my comrades get the final peace...