Chapter 420 Ninety-nine returns to one, recasting Yuanyang
Chapter 420 Ninety-Nine Returns to One, Rebuilding Yuanyang
Xianghufang is actually not far from Baidi, but it is far inferior to the neighborhoods east of West Lake. Most of the people working at the bottom of Hangzhou are concentrated in Xianghufang, because the streets are a bit dirty and the people are mixed, so people with status
I rarely come to this area. In the evening, the sun sets and the afterglow shines on the streets. The reddish sunlight seems to be dyed with a bright red color.
Wen Laishun was wrapped in a black cloak, his head slightly lowered. Since there were only two servants in rough clothes following him, no one could recognize his identity. No one would think that the dignified Zhejiang guard eunuch would come to Xianghufang.
, walking along the way, Wen Laishun seemed to be very familiar with the roads here, passing through small alleys, and finally stopped in front of a Taoist temple. The Taoist temple was very small, the gate was in disrepair for a long time, and the plaque had lost its color and could only be seen faintly.
Yueyue saw the words "Shangyangguan".
Just looking from the outside, we can see that the incense in Shangyang Temple is not very good, but Wen Laishun did not pause and walked straight in. After entering Shangyang Temple, the courtyard was empty, not even a Taoist boy to greet guests.
Wen Laishun glanced at the Laojun Temple not far ahead, turned right along the path, and passed through a bamboo forest. Wen Laishun was very familiar with this place, as if he had returned to his own home.
In fact, Wen Laishun is indeed very familiar with this place. Few people know that he is from Hangzhou. Even Du Fushan and others do not know about this. Wen Laishun was born in Xianghufang, Hangzhou, and went to Yangzhou when he was young.
Guan has existed since then. At that time, the incense of Shangyang Guan was not very good. However, when he was a child, Wen Laishun often came to Shangyang Guan to play, and he was very familiar with every plant and tree here. There was something about that bamboo forest.
What he had done with his own hands was that as time passed by, things changed and people changed. When he returned to Hangzhou, there were only a few people who could recognize him Wen Laishun. The old temple master of Shangyang Temple, Taoist Master Pipeng, has passed away and now sits in Shangyang Temple.
It was Lingshui Ren, the disciple of the old temple master.
After walking through the bamboo forest, we soon arrived at the wooden building behind Shangyang Temple. At this time, the green smoke of the wooden building was curling up, and a faint smell of incense could be smelled from a distance. On the steps, a middle-aged man in his forties stood
The Taoist held Fu Chen and stood next to the pillar. He closed his eyes and meditated. His face remained unchanged except for a black mole on his left cheek, which looked a bit ferocious.
He is Lingshui Ren, the master of Shangyang Temple. When he heard the footsteps, Lingshui Ren saw Wen Laishun, bowed slightly and said softly: "Mr. Wen, please come inside, everything is ready, just wait."
You have opened a forum."
"Well, thank you, Master." Wen Laishun nodded lightly and followed Lingshui into the wooden building. When he walked into the wooden building, there was a large incense cage opposite the door, and the green smoke was in the air.
The incense rose from the incense cage. Wen Laishun paused for a moment and stopped in front of the incense cage. Looking at the shrine in front of him, his expression became a little complicated. He clasped his hands together and muttered silently, "Shenjun, please go around the sinner in front of you.
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Listening to Wen Laishun's words, the man next to Lingshui couldn't help but frown, but in the end he said nothing. After staying for about half a stick of incense, the group slowly went up to the second floor. There was a
There were two futons placed on both sides of the huge iron cage, and the iron cage was not empty. There was a young man tied up inside. At this time, the young man's body was tied tightly, as if he had swallowed some medicine, Jing Jing.
Lying quietly, there was no struggle, only a pair of eyes with a look of pleading.
The boy was only eleven or twelve years old. He looked at everything in front of him, silently and despairingly. Wen Laishun sat on the futon facing north, while Lingshui sat on the opposite side. Neither of them looked at the boy in the iron cage.
, seemed to be deliberately avoiding the young man's gaze.
Ling Shuishui muttered something, and slowly spoke a string of Taoist French. Then he stood up and took out a piece of cloth next to him. The cloth seemed to be made of a special material, and it was soaked with water stains. When he got close, he could even smell a special smell.
The smell. Walking to the iron cage, Lingshui Man opened the door and walked in step by step. With every step he took, the despair in the eyes of the young man in the cage would increase. Finally, he squatted down and made the special material.
The cloth was spread on the young man's face.
"Go, go, today's sin will be tomorrow's blessing. If the dead don't go away, how can the saint survive?" The man in Lingshui closed his eyes and seemed to be praying for something. At this time, the young man's throat was surging and he seemed to have difficulty breathing.
Chang, the whole body shook slightly. Time passed little by little, and the young man's body went from intense to silent, and finally returned to calm. After the young man died, the Lingshui people finally took off the airtight cloth, and then used the cinnabar on his body to
With a pen, I added a red circle on the cloth.
At this time, Wen Laishun, who was sitting motionless on the futon, finally opened his eyes, with a bit of light in his eyes, "It's thirty-three, ninety-nine is one, yin and yang are reversed, it's still a little far away!"
For some reason, after hearing Wen Laishun's slight sigh, the Lingshui people couldn't help but be alerted. He raised his head and said indifferently: "Mr. Wen, the ninety-nine return to one, the theory of recasting Yuanyang,
It only exists in legends and may not really work. If we stop now, we can still..."
Before the people in Lingshui could finish speaking, Wen Laishun raised his hand, his eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he said coldly: "As long as there is a little hope, you must try, Chunyang boy, I will find someone to get it, what you have to do
Just do the rituals well."
"Okay, everything will be listened to Mr. Wen," he said, but he already regretted it in his heart. Jiujiu Guiyang, he proposed this method, but at that time he did not expect that Wen Laishun would actually dare to do it.
, but on the second day, more than a dozen teenagers were arrested.
For a eunuch, recasting his masculine penis would sound ridiculous to anyone else. For other people, it might just be a joke, and no one would take Lingshui's words seriously. But Wen Laishun
I really listened to him, not because he was a eunuch, but because he really wanted to recast Yuanyang.
The moment he saw Yun Ya, his heart came to life and jumped. But Wen Laishun had low self-esteem after all. No matter how good he was to Yun Ya, he could not do things between men and women. This was Wen Laishun's heart disease, so,
He is a little crazy, even if there is a little hope, he is willing to try, even if the so-called method is far-fetched.
In a short period of time, more than 30 teenagers disappeared near Hangzhou. All of them were arrested by Wen Laishun. This matter was done very secretly, and even if the arrests were made, only two of his close associates were responsible. Wen Laishun
He knows that his crimes are heinous, but he doesn't care. As long as he absorbs the yang energy of these young people and rebuilds Yuanyang, he will not hesitate to kill no matter how many people he has. It doesn't matter what the world thinks or what others think. What matters is that he writes fluently.
Can it be humane?
The ceremony was over. Wen Laishun glanced at the corpse in the cage lightly and waved gently. The silent servant who had been beside him immediately stepped forward and dragged the corpse outside. For a while, only the corpse was left in the room.
The two of them. Wen Laishun walked up to Lingshui Master and whispered in a warning voice: "Master, we can't stop. Once something is done, there is no turning back."
"Mr. Wen, don't worry, I understand in my heart." Lingshui man responded quickly. He didn't dare to be dissatisfied or hesitate at all. He was sure that if there was even the slightest hesitation, Wen Laishun would send him to see the Supreme Lord. Wen Laishun
Shun has gone crazy, completely crazy. Anyone who wants to stop him from rebuilding Yuanyang will be his life and death enemy. Not to mention the Lingshui people, if Du Fushan dares to stand in front of him and stop him, he will still be punished.
Kill it smoothly.
As usual, Wen Laishun meditated for a while and then brought people to open the Shangyang Temple. What Wen Laishun didn't know was that not long after he left, the man in Lingshui collapsed on the ground. At this time,
, The man in Lingshui didn't look like he had the slightest bit of immortality. His whole body was shaking, as if he was falling apart. The man in Lingshui wanted to escape from Hangzhou and Zhejiang, but he didn't dare. Wen Laishun covered the sky with his hand.
He had a lot of eyes on him. He didn't escape very far, so he was probably caught. His end would be even worse. Exposing the matter? What good would it do to him, Ling Shui Ren? In the end, he would probably be in trouble again.
Put it on himself.
What should I do? What should I do? The man in Lingshui was sweating coldly thinking about it, and he couldn't think of any idea. Just when he was desperate, light footsteps sounded, and several men in well-dressed clothes walked in. They couldn't help but pull Ling away.
The man on the water caught him.
The Lingshui man was brought to a house in a daze. He thought it was someone sent by Wen Laishun, but what he saw was a beautiful and refined woman. After thinking for a long time, the Lingshui man was sure that he
Don't know this woman.
"What are you...what are your intentions in bringing this poor Taoist here?" The man in Lingshui looked around with vigilance, and his hands were entangled together unconsciously.
The woman held the teacup and motioned for the Lingshui people to sit down. She took a sip and said with a faint smile: "It doesn't hurt to tell you. My wife, Hai Lanzhu, came to Hangzhou with the governor this time to do whatever I can for him.
I went to see my guru today just to ask him for a little help."
As he spoke, the smile on Hai Lanzhu's face gradually faded away, and his whole person exuded a sharp aura. That coldness made Lingshui people tremble all over. The name of Hai Lanzhu was not unfamiliar, even if
He was a Taoist priest in Shangyang Temple and had heard of this woman. The man in Lingshui could clearly feel the murderous intention in Hai Lanzhu. He knew that Hai Lanzhu wanted to send him to see the Supreme Being even more than Wen Laishun.
Laojun.
In fact, Hai Lanzhu really wanted to chop the Lingshui man in front of her into mincemeat. Ever since she learned the secret of Shangyang Temple, she was so shocked that she couldn't speak for a long time. Such outrageous things even sounded ridiculous.
, but it is really happening in front of our eyes. If Wen Laishun is the real culprit, then the man from Lingshui is the number one accomplice. What's more, this incredible method was told to Wen Laishun by the man from Lingshui.
As a Taoist, how could you have such vicious thoughts? You have spent so many years of your life just to recast Yuanyang for one person. Not to mention unreliable, even if it is reliable, you cannot do this. Such behavior is simply outraged by both humans and gods.
Worse than animals.
"Madam... why are you arresting Pindao? Pindao can't help him. Besides, Mr. Wen has also been paying attention to Shangyang Temple." The man in Lingshui was very afraid of Wen Laishun, but now he could
The only one he could rely on was Wen Laishun. If Wen Laishun didn't come forward, then Hai Lanzhu would be as easy to crush him as an ant if he wanted to crush him as a little Taoist.
Hai Lanzhu frowned in astonishment, raised the corners of her mouth, smiled coldly, suddenly raised her right hand, and hit the teacup in her hand hard on Lingshui's forehead. There was a snap, and Lingshui let out a wail.
, touched his forehead with his hand, and blood flowed out instantly.
"You beast, I originally wanted to save your life. Since you are so anxious to die, then just go and die! Wen Laishun? Huh, I'm afraid that he doesn't know. Do you think that after he arrives?
, do you want someone from me, or do you want to sever the relationship and put you to death? The lives of more than 30 young people, do you think Wen Laishun will protect you if you are involved in this kind of thing? In other words, you
Do you feel that without you, the so-called ceremony of recasting Yuanyang will not be able to proceed?"
Hailanzhu wanted to say more, but Lingshuiren could no longer hold on. His face was pale, and he ignored the blood on his forehead. He turned over, knelt on the ground, and kept kowtowing, "I am a poor man and stupid.
Madam, please save Pindao. As long as you can save Pindao's life, Pindao will listen to you in everything. Really...I will listen to you in everything. Please, madam...
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The people in Lingshui felt like a drowning person. When he was about to die, he grabbed a waterweed. No matter whether he could get back to the shore or not, he would hold on to the waterweed and never let go. Even if there is a little hope, that is
hope......
"Very good, you are not hopelessly stupid. To be honest, I really don't want to care about your life or death. For the things you have done, even if you are cut into pieces, you will not be able to forgive me." Hai Lanzhu looked at her with hatred.
The man from Lingshui was originally a Taoist with a pure heart and few desires, but he lost his way in the dirty world, and together with Wen Laishun, he did so many outrageous things.
"Madam, Channel knows that he deserves to die, but Pindao can't do anything about it. Wen Laishun forced Pindao to open a forum to do this, but Pindao doesn't agree, how can he survive to this day?"
"You are alive, but those thirty or so innocent teenagers died in Shangyangguan. Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Wen Laishun will probably realize it soon. All you have to do is kill him.
You publicized the matter about Shangyang Temple before. I think you are not so stupid as to leave no evidence at all, right? Go ahead, as long as there is conclusive evidence that can convict Wen Laishun, I will try to protect it.
I'll give you your life. But if you can't do it, there's no point in protecting you!"
The people in Lingshui kowtowed hurriedly and cried bitterly: "Madam, don't worry, there is evidence. Long before, Pindao was worried that Wen Laishun would kill someone and silence him, so he kept the evidence..."
"Then why don't you get out of here? Are you waiting for Wen Laishun to send someone to stop you?" Hai Lanzhu waved his hand in disgust. If he didn't really need this person, he really wanted to let him die immediately.
Lord Lingshui gratefully followed the two guards and left. Hai Lanzhu stood up and looked into the distance with cold eyes, "Wen Laishun... It is not a pity to die. Someone, tell our people, please give us the account book."
Get it and inform those people that they will either listen to us or follow the Sansi Yamen to eat dirt in the future."
"Yes, ma'am!"
A strong man walked out from the corner, cupped his hands, and went to do his business in a hurry.