The first blessing: may the Heavenly Official grant good fortune. The second: may the underworld be forever at peace. The third: may the living enjoy long lives. The fourth: may evil spirits lie hidden. The fifth: may the descendants prosper. This is the chant passed down through generations of coffin sealers as they nail a coffin shut. But on the day Xie Wan'er died, the coffin sealer only recited three lines. Please help me find this book.
Blessing a good book opens the era of high martial arts and becoming a god. The male protagonist is blessed by the Immortal Emperor's sister-in-law at the beginning, making him invincible and becoming a one-punch superman in this high martial plane. Try to use all the incense in the world to become the first incense to become a god
The first few silver coins were dealt with. Wipe them repeatedly with a clean cloth until they reveal their original metallic luster. He knew that silver dollars of good quality were easier to trade in large shelters. He carefully wrapped the silver dollar and the dominoes given by Shi Lie and kept them close to his body. Dry food is a big problem. Even if you bring all the food in the temple, it won't last for a few days. He fried most of the grains and ground them into shelf-stable fried noodles, and spent half a day carefully searching for the gray "stone ears" and "lichen" on the shady side of the rocks around the Taoist temple that could be protected by the light of fire. These taste bitter, but at least they are satisfying. He also carefully dried what he collected and wrapped it. There was only one water bladder, and he filled it. He also found an old leather bag that originally contained lamp oil, cleaned it carefully, and filled it with water as well. This is about the limit of what he can carry. In terms of weapons, a hatchet is a must. He also sharpened one end of several hard wooden sticks that were as thick as his arms and made them into simple spears that could be thrown when necessary. The wooden sword he had been practicing with was also carried behind his back - not for fighting the enemy, but more like a spiritual sustenance. The most important thing is fire. It was impossible for him to take the Life Soul Lamp on the road. Not to mention consumption, it is no different than a child walking around in a busy city holding gold. He tried cutting a small piece of high-grade requiem wood, only about the size of a thumb. Then, he held his breath and concentrated, sinking his mind into the life soul lamp, carefully guiding a wisp of the flame of the lamp flame into the small piece of requiem wood. The requiem wood was slightly hot, with a warm red light glowing on the surface. It lasted for a few breaths before slowly restraining itself and returning to its original state. Just holding it in your hand, you can feel a steady warmth. It's done. This is a simple "tinder". Although the light is weak, it can only illuminate a few steps around the body, and it does not last too long, but at critical moments, it is enough to dispel the lowest level of weirdness, or build a small real bonfire. He made three copies and kept two in reserve. He thought twice about the lantern and decided to bring it. This thing is connected to his mind, and it seems to be able to condense the brilliance at his will. When it is not actively activated, it looks like a quaint old lamp. Although the parchment was mean-mouthed, he did not lie to him on this point. This thing was miraculous in resisting spiritual pollution. He carefully wrapped it in a thick piece of cloth and stuffed it deep into his luggage. Finally, there is the page of parchment and Master's "Record of Experiences - C". The parchment cannot be discarded, only taken with you. "Records of Experiences and Hearings" is an important clue and must be carried with you. The Wordless Taoist Sutra is even more fundamental and should be kept close to your body. Everything was ready, and the luggage became heavy. Xuan Chen weighed it and found that the weight was almost to the limit he could bear. The night before his departure, he sat between two lamps for the last time. The flame of the life soul lamp is steady and warm, silently guarding this lonely temple. The light of the question lamp was clear and faint, reflecting his slightly resolute profile. He looked at this Taoist temple, where he had lived for more than ten years and carried all his childhood memories and the figure of his master, with strong reluctance and a hint of fear in his heart. It takes tremendous courage to leave this relatively familiar sanctuary and step into the completely unknown darkness. The parchment seemed to sense his emotions, and writing appeared: [It's still too late to regret now. If you stay in the temple obediently and rely on that bit of requiem wood, you can still survive for a year or two. ] Xuanchen did not answer, but silently wiped the hatchet. Regret? Maybe a little. But he also knew that if he stayed where he was, he would eventually die. Master's footsteps and the truth of the world are all in the distance. He picked up a piece of high-quality requiem wood and added it to the life soul lamp. The flame became bright and steady again. "I will be back." He said softly to the empty hall, as if he was making a promise to the Taoist temple and an oath to himself. Then, he blew out the clear light of the asking lamp, leaving only the life soul lamp burning alone in the temple. He needs to get used to the days when the life soul lamp is not always on. That night, he didn't sleep peacefully. In the dream, there was a distorted picture scroll, the storyteller's low smile, the man in gray robe's grim smile, and the master's retreating back. Before dawn—it didn't matter if it was dawn during the long night—he woke up. After checking the luggage one last time, he held a copy of the fire requiem wood in his hand, and placed the other copy and the spare one in the most accessible place. He stood at the entrance and took one last look back at the Life Soul Lamp that was glowing alone in the darkness. Then, he took a deep breath of the cold, moist air, pushed open the viewing door, and stepped into the gray, eternal fog. Behind him is the familiar warmth and loneliness. Ahead is unknown darkness and possibility. A young man's journey begins with a single step. According to Shi Lie's vague guidance, the limestone hills are roughly in the northwest direction. He identified the location, clenched the hatchet in his hand, and his figure was gradually engulfed by the thick fog. The life soul lamp in the temple is still burning quietly, like a lonely star in the dark night, waiting for the return of the far traveler. In the depths of the mist ahead, there seemed to be more "eyes" that quietly opened due to this unusual movement. ---
1️⃣The disappeared grandfather suddenly came home and brought a bronze seal to the protagonist. He refused to bury him on the day he left and came back to look for the protagonist at night^_^... 2️⃣When the protagonist was born, all his senses were lost and his limbs were destroyed. It was not easy to survive. It was the grandfather who snatched the protagonist back. Things should have ended until the protagonist reached the age of twenty, and things changed again...
"Long Night Sword Journey" Chapter 9 Three Tests Xuan Chen woke up before dawn. He didn't wake up from sleep, but the sound of banging outside woke him up. The Night Watch Division has a rule: at three quarters of the Yin hour and Mao, those who fail to do so will have their merit points deducted. He stood up and stretched his muscles. My ribs are all healed and I can use my left arm again. The heart lamp is burning steadily in the sea of consciousness, with a flame as big as a soybean, and warmth flows throughout the body. In good condition. When he went downstairs, a dozen people had gathered in the hall. They were all members of the Night Watch Division, wearing gray uniforms and carrying knives at their waists. Their faces looked tired as they had just woken up. Wang San was also there. When he saw Xuan Chen, he waved. "Come here, stand here." Xuan Chen stood over. Wang San gave him a wooden sign with the word "to be tested" engraved on it. "The test is divided into three levels." Wang San whispered, "The heart lamp is off, the perception level is off, and the actual combat level is on. Captain Shi personally supervises the test, don't play any tricks." Xuan Chen nodded. At midnight, Shi Lie walked out of the back hall. He had changed into a clean uniform today. He still wore a black eyepatch over his left eye, but his right eye was particularly sharp. He scanned the hall and everyone straightened their backs. "Start." --- The first level is to turn off the heart light. The venue is in the backyard, an open space ten feet square. There are three stone lamps in the middle. There is no oil in the lamps, and the wicks are cut from requiem wood. Shi Lie pointed at the stone lanterns: "Use your heart lamp to light them." Xuan Chen walked to the first lamp. He tried using the heart lamp to ignite external objects - he used requiem wood chips to make fire in the Silent Forest. But that was a small piece of wood, this was a stone lamp, and the wick was three inches high from the pool of lamp oil. You have to put the heat of your heart lamp out. He closed his eyes and sank into the sea of consciousness. The flame of a bronze lamp flickered in the darkness. He concentrated his thoughts and imagined that he was a gust of wind blowing towards the flames - the flames suddenly rose! Warmth welled up from his heart and flowed to his right hand along his meridians. He stretched out his index finger and pointed it at the wick. "Chi." A little spark appeared on the top of the wick, but it didn't burn. Shi Lie's face was expressionless: "Not enough." Xuanchen took a deep breath and urged it again. This time he no longer held back, his heart was fully turned on! The flame as big as a soybean instantly grew to the size of a broad bean, and warmth rushed to the fingertips like a tide - "Poof!" The wick burned. The green flames shot up three inches high, illuminating three feet around the stone lantern. Xuan Chen sweated on his forehead. It consumes a lot of energy and consumes 30% of the power of the heart lamp. But he didn't stop and walked towards the second light. With experience, it was faster this time. He adjusted his breathing to make the warmth more concentrated and condensed - "Pfft!" The second one was lit. The third one is also lit. Three stone lamps lit up cyan light in the dim backyard, like three little stars. Shi Lie nodded: "Yes." Xuanchen breathed a sigh of relief, and the flame of his heart lamp shrank back to the size of a grain of rice. --- The second level is the perception level. The venue was changed to a dark room. There were no lights in the room, and it was pitch black. There are twelve bells hanging on the four walls, of different sizes and materials - some are copper, some are iron, and some are bone. Shi Lie stood at the door: "Close your eyes and listen. The bell will ring. Tell me which wall and which number." Xuanchen closed his eyes. The room was very quiet, the only sound was his own breathing. "Ding." A soft sound came from the left. Xuan Chen immediately said: "The left wall, the second one." "Yes." "Ding bell." Two sounds, one after the other. "Right wall, fifth and seventh." "Yes." "Ding... Ding... Ding ding ding..." This time it was complicated. Six bells rang one after another, some fast and some slow. Xuan Chen listened carefully. The regular vision opened unconsciously - although his eyes were closed, in his perception, those bells were not real objects, but "vibration points". The copper bell has a high vibration frequency, the iron bell has a low vibration frequency, and the bone bell is the heaviest. He quickly reported his position: "One, three, four on the front wall, six on the left wall, nine and twelve on the right wall." "All correct." Shi Lie paused and said, "Last round." There was no sound. Xuan Chen waited for three breaths, but there was still no sound. But he felt it—not a sound, but a vibration. A very subtle vibration came from the ground, like something crawling behind the wall. "Underground." He said, "Something is moving, moving from the back wall to the left wall." Shi Lie was silent for a few seconds. "Turn on the light." The light came on. Xuan Chen opened his eyes and saw Shi Lie holding a copper bell in his hand, but he didn't shake it. In the corner of the back wall and the left wall, there was a thin crack, and something gray and white was crawling in the crack - it was the kind of schizophrenia. "How did you know?" Shi Lie asked. "... I feel it." Shi Lie stared at him for a few times and did not ask further: "I passed." --- The third level is the actual combat level. The venue is back in the backyard, but with more people. He is a young team member, in his early twenties, with a strong build and holding a standard long knife in his hand. His name is Zhao Mang, and he is the deputy captain of the third team. It is said that he is only one step away from the night patrol realm. Shi Lie said: "Fight him for half a stick of incense. If you can hold on, you'll pass." Xuan Chen pulled out the heart-guarding knife. Zhao Mang grinned: "Boy, be careful." He stepped forward and struck with a knife! The speed is very fast, and the sword wind roars. Xuan Chen dodged sideways and counterattacked with a horizontal slash of the Shouxin Sword. Zhao Mang raised his sword to block - "Cang!" The two swords struck each other, causing sparks to fly. Xuanchen's arms went numb and he took two steps back. Zhao Mang was stronger than him, so he fought hard and suffered a loss. Zhao Mang was unyielding when he gained the upper hand, and slashed three times in a row, the swords were fierce and all were actual fighting moves. Xuan Chen could only retreat and block with the heart-guarding knife, but every time he blocked, his arms became more numb. No, you can't block it hard. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes to the rules. In his eyes, Zhao Mang's movements were no longer simple chopping, but a series of "force lines" flowing. The trajectory of each knife, the strength of the force, and the location of the flaw - all can be seen clearly. Zhao Mang struck with his sword again. Xuan Chen did not block or retreat this time. He turned slightly to the side and stabbed diagonally with the Shou Xin Knife. The tip of the knife touched the side of Zhao Mang's blade three-thirds of the way - "Cang!" Zhao Mang's knife was deflected and he staggered, revealing an empty door. Xuan Chen took the opportunity to step forward and stabbed his chest with the blade! But Zhao Mang reacted very quickly. He raised his left hand and blocked the tip of the knife with the leather armor on his arm. At the same time, the knife in his right hand was raised and directed towards Xuan Chen's neck! Xuan Chen retreated quickly, and the blade of the blade grazed his throat, leaving a trail of blood. So risky. The two faced off again. Zhao Mang's eyes changed and he put away his contempt: "It's interesting." He attacked again, but this time it was no longer a wide open attack, but a dense network of knives, one after another, blocking all escape routes. Xuan Chen's pressure increased greatly. Although the rules of vision can see flaws, the body cannot keep up. Zhao Mang is too fast, too powerful, and has much more experience than him. If this continues, it will not hold up even half a stick of incense. His thoughts changed rapidly. Suddenly I thought of a possibility - the ruler draws dust. He has never used this ability before, he only knows that it can guide the trajectory of microscopic rules. But what is a "trajectory"? Does the path of the knife count? Try it. Xuan Chen stared at the trajectory of Zhao Mang's next blow. In the regular field of vision, it was a bright "line of force" extending from Zhao Mang's shoulder to the tip of the knife. He concentrated his thoughts, imagined that he was a ruler, and gently plucked the thread - Zhao Mang's knife was off by three inches. Just three inches. But enough is enough. Xuan Chen turned sideways and drew the blade against his chest. At the same time, the heart-guarding knife stabbed Zhao Mang in the left rib! Zhao Mang was shocked and hurriedly put away his sword and defended, but he was half a beat too late. The tip of the knife pierced the leather armor, leaving a bloody opening. The two separated. Zhao Mang looked down at the wound, then looked up at Xuan Chen with complicated eyes: "What did you do?" Zhao Mang breathed out and sheathed his sword: "You win." "I didn't win." "If you can hurt me, you win." Zhao Mang came over and patted Xuan Chen on the shoulder, "Boy, welcome to join the team." --- Passed all three levels. When Xuanchen returned to the hall, everyone looked at him. There was curiosity, envy, and dissatisfaction in his eyes. Shi Lie was sitting in the main seat. On the table were a set of gray uniforms, a standard long knife, and an iron plate. "Xuanchen, from today on, you are a reserve member of the third team of the Night Watch Division." Shi Lie said, "You will receive three pieces of requiem wood, five kilograms of food, and a bottle of water every month. Merit points will be calculated for completing the patrol mission." "Yes." "Put on your uniform and hold the knife." Shi Lie handed him the iron plate. "This is your identity tag. It has your name on the front and merit points on the back - now it is zero. Don't lose it. Get a replacement for twenty silver dollars." Xuan Chen took it. The iron plate was cold, with "Xuan Chen" engraved on the front and "zero" engraved on the back. "Wang San." Shi Lie shouted. "Here!" "You take him, familiarize him with the rules, and teach him basic sword skills." "Yes!" Shi Lie stood up and walked to Xuan Chen: "In the afternoon, I will take you to get the things your master left." Xuan Chen's heart skipped a beat: "Yes." --- In the afternoon, Shi Lie took Xuan Chen to the basement of the Night Watch Department. The basement is very deep, and you have to go down three flights of stairs. There are iron gates and guards on each floor. The last door is a thick iron plate with runes carved on it. Shi Lie took out the key and opened the door. There is a small room inside, not big, with several iron cabinets. Shi Lie opened one of the cabinets and took out an iron box. The box is not big, one foot long and half a foot wide. It is all black and has no lock. "Your master put it here thirty years ago." Shi Lie handed the box to Xuanchen, "He said he would wait for his apprentice to pick it up." Xuanchen took the box and it was very heavy. He opens. There are only two things in it. A thin book with no words on the cover. There is also a piece of jade pendant, green and white, engraved with flame patterns - very similar to Su Xin's piece, but larger and with more complex patterns. Xuanchen picked up the booklet first. Open it, and the first page reads: "My disciple reads this personally: If you see this book, it means that your master has passed away. Don't look for it, don't ask, and concentrate on walking your way." It is the handwriting of the master. Xuanchen's hands were shaking a little and he continued to scroll down. The first half of the booklet is about cultivation experience, detailing the methods of breaking through from the lamp-lighting realm to the fire-keeping realm, precautions, and possible dangers. The second half is the key to several sword techniques, footwork, and breathing techniques. On the last few pages, there are a few sentences: "The long night is not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster. The people in gray robes want to re-establish the rules, but their hearts can be punished and their aspirations can be feared. When the measuring ruler is broken, the way of heaven is damaged. This is a calamity and an opportunity. If you get fragments, use them with caution. The ruler can measure the sky, but it can also measure the heart. The Heart-Shou Knife was passed down from the Xuntian Prison. Those who hold it should keep their true intentions and never forget where they came from." Xuan Chen finished reading and remained silent for a long time. Master has known this for a long time. He knew that the Long Night was a man-made disaster, knew the purpose of the gray-robed man, and knew the importance of the fragments of the Sky Ruler. But he said nothing. Why? Xuanchen put down the book and picked up the jade pendant. The jade pendant's tentacles are warm and have a familiar aura - the same as the heart lamp, but purer and more vast. Holding it in my hand, the flame of my heart lamp lights up even more. Shi Lie looked at the jade pendant and his eyes moved slightly: "This is... The fire-keeping order." "The fire-keeping order?" "The identity certificate of a formal member of the Sky Patrol." Shi Lie said, "The holder of the order can mobilize part of the power of fire and can also be recognized by the ancient inheritance. Your master gave this to you, and the meaning is very clear." Xuanchen held the jade pendant tightly. Master left everything to him. Road, knife, identity, responsibility. "Captain Shi," Xuan Chen looked up, "Where has my master... Gone?" Shi Lie was silent for a long time. "He went to Tianzhihen." "Where is that place?" "The ancient battlefield is also the source of the long night." Shi Lie turned around and looked into the depths of the iron cabinet. "There are the last remains of the Sky Patrol Prison and the biggest secret of the gray-robed men. Your master is going to find the answer - or, in other words, to end it all." "Can he come back?" "I don't know." Shi Lie said, "But you are his apprentice, you should go your own way." Xuanchen put away the book and the jade pendant. "I will." --- It was already evening when we returned to the ground. The sky was dark red, and the lights on the gray rock hills lit up one after another. Wang San was waiting for him in the yard. When he saw him coming out, he grinned: "Let's go, let's buy you a drink - to celebrate your joining the team." Xuan Chen nodded. The two walked out of the night watch department and came to a small wine shop in the middle city. The shop is very shabby, with only three tables. The boss, a one-armed old man, brought two bowls of turbid wine and a plate of salted beans. Wang San raised the bowl and said, "Drink it!" Xuan Chen took a sip. The wine was very spicy and made him cough. Wang San laughed: "First time drinking? Take your time." The two chatted while drinking. Wang San said that he was a native of Huiyan Gang. He was only fifteen years old when the long night came. His parents were dead, so he joined the night watch department to earn a living. I have been working for five years and am now a veteran team member, but my cultivation level is stuck in the middle stage of the Lighting Realm and I cannot move up. "Captain Shi is a good guy, but he's strict." Wang San said, "Don't mind that guy Zhao Mang. He has a bad temper, but he has a good heart. There are a few brothers in the team, and you can see them on patrol tomorrow." Xuan Chen listened and nodded. Halfway through the drink, there was a sudden noise outside. The two of them looked over. On the street, a group of Black Flag gang members were escorting several people past. The detainees were in ragged clothes, with their hands and feet shackled, and their heads lowered. "Is that... A scavenger?" Xuan Chen asked. "Yeah." Wang San's face darkened, "The Black Flag Gang is arresting people again." "Arresting for what?" "I don't know." Wang San shook his head, "Some said to dig, some said to do experiments, and some said... To sacrifice." Xuan Chen clenched the bowl. He thought of Liu Qi. Where is she now? Is it safe? Just as he was thinking about it, he saw a familiar figure among the people being detained - Scarface. He lowered his head, his face was bruised, but it was indeed a scar face. Scarface also saw Xuan Chen, his eyes flashed, and then he lowered his head without recognizing him. The team walked away. Wang San sighed: "It's not easy to live in this world.
Anyone who hasn't watched "The Little Master and Disciple of the Taoist Sect Sweeps the City in Weirdness" will make me sad, OK? I originally entered the trap for the Chinese horror and supernatural plot, but ended up being laughed at by the old Taoist and the two crazy disciples! While dealing with the mysterious case of human skin, the murderous corpse in the coffin and various high-energy weird things, the two apprentices are going crazy to get into trouble and play with treasures. The exorcism and fighting are full of excitement. There is no brainless plot. The more you watch it, the more addictive it becomes!
① A piece of heavenly edict brings auspiciousness, and the second wish is that the underworld will enjoy peace. Zhang Tianshi from the Dragon and Tiger Fairy Mountain and the seventh soul boy are reincarnated. When the Tianshi gets married, he prepares all kinds of colorful gifts from the sky. He specially invites Master Ziqing to break through the barrier and step down to the Lingshan Mountain to prove the good relationship, which makes a sensation in the three worlds. One bottle is used to worship the sky and pray for the blessing of heaven and earth; the second bottle is used to worship the thick soil and dispel evil spirits; the third bottle is full to invite people from all over the world to participate in the grand ceremony.
Title: Countdown to Life! I run a supernatural live broadcast, relying on catching ghosts to survive and change my destiny. Introduction: Carrying the calamity of death, I travel between the Yin and Yang worlds with my shady business, unraveling all kinds of strange things in haunted houses. There are layers of conspiracy and foreshadowing, the live barrage atmosphere is satisfying, the plot has constant twists and turns, and the whole process is high-energy and thrilling. [Laughing awkwardly]
Title: Countdown to Life! I run a supernatural live broadcast and rely on catching ghosts to survive and change my destiny. Introduction: Carrying the calamity of death, I use my shady business to travel between the Yin and Yang worlds and unravel all kinds of strange things in haunted houses. There are layers of conspiracy foreshadowing, the live barrage atmosphere is satisfying, the plot has constant twists and turns, and the whole process is high-energy and thrilling. [Laughing awkwardly]
Title: Countdown to Life! I run a supernatural live broadcast, relying on catching ghosts to survive and change my destiny. Introduction: Carrying the calamity of death, I travel between the Yin and Yang worlds with my shady business, and unravel all kinds of strange things in haunted houses. There are layers of conspiracy foreshadowing, the live barrage atmosphere is satisfying, the plot has constant twists and turns, and the whole process is high-energy and thrilling. [Laughing awkwardly]
The book recommended by the sea must have a high score ~ I copied it ten times if it is not good [Please pay attention][Please pay attention] 🌟No one can wait for another person for 800 years, 🚪Only my pure pity, 🛎A marriage appointment in the underworld is waiting in the world, 🖼I just want to grow old with you 🌟👻 can scare people, 🔖 can't scare people to death, 🔑 can scare people into fainting, scare people 👻 can scare people away, 🛎 can scare people, can scare people to death
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