bookbashuk Chapter 47 New Clues, Land Manifestation
Chapter 47 New Clues, Land Manifestation
Fu Ze recalled a phrase he had heard before, which described traditional Chinese martial arts.
[Whether walking, sitting, or lying down, one should not refrain from practicing martial arts].
Originally, he thought it was just a profound summary and appropriate exaggeration of the principles of boxing by a martial arts master.
Only now do I truly understand.
Practicing boxing is not just about standing in a stance and punching.
There are standing postures and sitting exercises.
When walking, the toes grip the ground, the soles of the feet are hollow, the knees and hips are in harmony, and the spine is like a dragon.
Breathing should be coordinated with walking, and blood and energy should flow smoothly with muscles and bones.
Every step you take helps you develop your strength.
Each rise and fall, each leap, hones the internal strength of the waist, hips, shoulders, back, thighs, and calves.
Especially when traveling through complex mountain forests, the terrain is uneven, with tree roots and rocks everywhere.
It can bring out more subtle changes in the body than practicing boxing on flat ground.
Fu Ze ran more and more smoothly.
He felt a subtle surge of energy being activated in his shoulders, back, elbows, forearms, hips, legs, and ankles.
Li Junfeng, who was ahead, seemed to sense something and suddenly turned around.
"Your boxing skills seem to have improved again?"
As a master of internal energy transformation, his senses were incredibly sharp. He could detect even the slightest changes in Fu Ze's footsteps and breathing behind him.
Fu Ze smiled.
"It seems so. The hidden strength has penetrated to more subtle parts of the body, and it should be close to the level of transforming strength."
Li Junfeng's face twitched.
"You're someone I really don't want to talk to."
Fu Ze laughed heartily.
The two continued on their journey and soon arrived at Qingtang Village.
This is clearly different.
Before even entering the village, one could faintly hear the barking of dogs and crowing of roosters.
Smoke rose from the rooftops of several houses, children chased and played at the village entrance, women washed clothes by the river, and elderly people sat under trees basking in the sun. The village was full of life and warmth, a stark contrast to the oppressive and somber atmosphere of Huai Shu Village, He Wan Village, and Shuang Jing Village.
Fu Ze felt a slight sense of relief.
He asked several villagers.
Have the village suffered any terrible disasters in recent years? Has the local deity appeared in any dreams? Have any infants been donated?
Have you ever seen a crazy person who is dressed in rags, covered in mud and ash, who likes to poop everywhere and eat dirt?
The villagers all shook their heads blankly.
"Never heard of it."
"As long as there's no war or natural disaster, how easily do people die?"
"A crazy person who eats dirt? Who's that?"
"The dream of a land trust requires villagers to donate their dolls? Don't scare people."
Fu Ze and Li Junfeng exchanged a glance.
This is very interesting.
The normal village thirty miles away had not suffered any disasters, had not seen He the Madman, and had not heard of the local earth god offering up a baby.
He Fengzi had been seen in several villages near Hewan Village where the incident occurred.
This indicates that the area of He Fengzi's activities highly overlaps with the area of the village that has been corrupted by evil spirits!
The two did not linger and quickly returned.
……
When Fu Ze and Li Junfeng returned to Shuangjing Village, it was almost dark.
In the courtyard of the Earth God Temple, Feng Xuan's altar had been set up.
A yellow cloth covered the table, and incense and candles were prepared.
Five small flags were planted at the corner of the altar.
The rice bowl, clean water, token, seal, and peach wood sword were all provided.
The altar was laid out flat, and the patterns of the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams appeared particularly solemn in the twilight.
Feng Xuan changed into a clean Taoist robe and tied his hair back up.
Her entire demeanor was different from when she was daytime.
He had lost some of the casualness he usually displayed when bickering with Zhao Rui, and gained more of the solemnity of a serious mage.
Fu Ze recounted the findings of the investigation.
"People from several nearby villages where the incident occurred have all seen He the Madman. But in Qingtang Village, which is thirty miles away, no one has seen him, nor has there been any case of him donating babies."
Liao Xibai's expression was solemn.
"The storyline involving Crazy He is getting more and more complicated."
Feng Xuandao.
"After witnessing the spirit of this vitex tree tonight, perhaps we will know more."
Night was falling.
Following Feng Xuan's instructions, the village chief of Shuangjing Village persuaded all the villagers to go home and not to approach the local temple.
Only Fu Ze, Liao Xibai, Li Junfeng, Zhao Rui, Feng Xuan, and the village chief of Shuangjing Village remained in the courtyard.
Feng Xuan walked to the altar.
He first washed his hands and rinsed his mouth, then dipped a willow branch in clean water and sprinkled it in all directions.
"Purify heaven and earth, cleanse the altar. Evil and filth are driven away, and righteousness shines forth."
Ring ring.
After shaking the copper bell, he lit three incense sticks and inserted them into the incense burner. Then he burned talismans, knocked his teeth, made hand seals, and gently pointed his peach wood sword at the yellow chaste tree.
Fu Ze watched intently from the side.
This is indeed different from how he usually performs magic.
At this moment, Feng Xuan seemed to be building a bridge step by step according to some ancient rule.
First, purify the altar, offer incense, and open the petition. Then, perform the ritual of walking on the Big Dipper to connect with the celestial bodies and the earth's veins.
Feng Xuan took out a pre-written petition and lit it over the candle flame, sending wisps of smoke rising into the air.
He stepped onto the protective platform and began to perform the steps of the protective platform.
One step away from Li, one step away from Kun, then Zhen, Dui, Gen, Kan, Qian... The steps seem slow, yet they carry a strange rhythm.
The sleeves of the Taoist robe swayed gently in the wind, and the hand gestures changed constantly. The sounds of copper bells, chanting, and the rustling of the leaves of the yellow chaste tree in the night wind gradually intertwined.
Fu Ze could vaguely sense that the earth beneath his feet was moving.
Like a sleeping river, its surface gently stirred with ripples.
A fine layer of sweat appeared on Feng Xuan's forehead.
He slammed the token down.
Snapped!
The sound was crisp and clear, exploding in the night, making the eardrums of those present feel a slight tingling sensation.
"Disciple Fengxuan of Gezao Mountain, following the Lingbao Ritual, respectfully invokes the spirits of this land. If the land deity of Shuangjing still possesses spiritual awareness, and if the Venerable God of Huangjing still retains his original intention, please descend a thread of true will and manifest it before this altar!"
As the words fell, the yellow chaste tree in the yard trembled slightly, its leaves and branches shaking and rustling.
But at that moment, there was no wind in the courtyard!
Zhao Rui's hand was already on the gun handle. Li Junfeng also took a half step forward, shielding Liao Xibai behind him. Fu Ze had already adjusted his energy to its peak condition...
Feng Xuan closed his eyes slightly and formed hand seals, seemingly continuing to sense something.
The next moment, his expression suddenly changed.
Fu Ze noticed it too.
An extremely powerful thought slowly rose from the depths of the roots of the Vitex negundo tree.
The underlying tone of this idea is ancient, vast, and tranquil.
Like the mountains and forests, like the land, like the heavy hopes of the villagers when they plant their crops.
"Is this the aura of the Earth God?"
This was the first time Fu Ze had ever experienced this.
However, within this intention, there is also a more insane, restless, and twisted evil spirituality.
It's like ink being dripped into clear water, or a poisonous insect crawling into the roots of a tree.
Feng Xuan let out a muffled groan, his body swaying slightly.
Fu Ze immediately replied.
"Taoist priest?"
Feng Xuan gritted his teeth.
"It's inside! But it's being suppressed by some evil force!"
After he finished speaking, he suddenly took another step forward, stepping onto the Dipper, and held his peach wood sword horizontally in his hand.
"Imperial Edict!"
The incense on the altar suddenly surged. The branches and leaves of the Vitex negundo tree began to shake violently.
Feng Xuan seemed to be using all his strength to pull a heavy chain from the deep water. Veins bulged on his forehead, and his magical power surged forth.
"come out!"
boom!
A shadow, tinged with a mixture of green and black mist and blood-red light, suddenly emerged from the yellow thorn tree.
Everyone in the courtyard looked up at the same time.
At this moment, the earth-manifestation form of the Vitex negundo tree manifested.