Requiem Chapter 77: Psychic mode, full on!
"Okay!" Old Zhao smiled with his hands behind his back, his tone relaxed and natural: "Okay! I'll just see how much you have learned in these days and whether you have been lazy!" After saying that, he moved a bench from the side and watched the excitement.
Yin Hun snorted coldly, then decisively untied the blue canvas package at hand and shook out a golden sword. The so-called golden sword, also known as the 'green aphid sword', is a magical instrument made of 108 ancient copper coins strung together and then blessed. In the old society, many Taoist Yin-Yang masters would have one, using the sword energy of the ancient sword and the spirituality of the copper coins to cut through thorns and eliminate demons, implying the protection of the house and exorcising evil spirits.
According to legend, since ancient times, money has been circulated and touched by thousands of hands, so it is extremely yang, so copper coin swords are also divided into different levels. The older the copper coin, the more spiritual the sword made from it.
The one in Yin Hun's hand was made from the standard material of the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty, and was also one of the eight magical instruments of the Maoshan Burial Sect. The Yang Qi inside had accumulated to a certain degree, so if you looked closely, you would find that the edge of the copper coin was faintly glowing with red light!
He stood with his sword horizontally, rolled up the sleeve of his left hand, his pupils began to slowly shrink, then he stretched out his left foot, took three steps in the right direction, then turned right and took three steps again. Just after the last footprint, a dark blue line extended from his middle finger directly to his elbow.
Seeing his movements, Old Zhao stroked his short beard with satisfaction. He knew that this was one of the rare high-level magics of the Maoshan Sect: spiritualism. Spiritualism is not an offensive Taoist magic, and of course, it cannot be simply classified as defense. Because it is just an invisible chain, a chain between the caster and his own magic weapon. Once it enters the "spiritual mode", the caster can manipulate his magic weapon in the air within a certain distance, and defend, attack, and even perform some difficult actions at will. This is similar to the "flying sword" in the movie, but in reality, flying swords do not exist at all, but "spiritualism" does! This is the greatness of Chinese Taoism, because the mystery here is simply impossible for today's science to analyze, so experts can only classify it as feudal superstition. This has to be said to be a Chinese-style sadness in a certain sense.
"Lin!" Yin Hun formed seals with his hands, and the Golden Money Sword slowly floated up and hovered beside him. The surroundings were blurry, as if it was a fluctuation of water vapor.
At the moment when the Golden Money Sword burst into red light, Yin Hun moved without hesitation!
Too fast! This was the only thought in Old Zhao's mind at the moment, because he found that he could only catch the opponent's afterimage. For the first time, he felt scared about his apprentice's training speed.
Yin Hui appeared in front of the "middle-aged uncle" like a cannonball fired from a gun, and this silly zombie just had time to raise his snow-white hands.
"Puchi..." The sword passed and the head fell.
It was a sword without any tricks, only pure power and speed! The spiritual energy of heaven and earth that the Golden Money Sword delivered to its master also provided Yin Hui with amazing power. This is the ultimate, this is the realm! Even Old Zhao was not sure if he could easily take on this sword if he used 70% of his strength.
Looking at the head rolling at his feet, Yin Hun smiled faintly. He knew that the real battle had just begun.
"Master, turn off the lights." After kicking the shriveled body of the middle-aged man, Yin Hun's mind moved, and the Golden Money Sword fell back into his palm like a spirit.
"Be careful! The thing behind you is very resentful." Old Zhao held a toothpick in his mouth and lazily turned off the switch behind him, without forgetting to remind his apprentice.
The dressing room was already well sealed, and now with the lights off, it was pitch black, with no sight of one's hand in front of one's face.
Yin Hui slid his hands, and a talisman in his right hand slowly climbed up along the corner of his clothes. The moment it came out of his sleeve, it turned into a red dot. Soon, the light spread out, illuminating the whole room like daylight. Around the light, countless fluctuating Taoist mantras flashed, mostly sentences from the Tao Te Ching. Listening carefully, there seemed to be a faint chanting sound, which was quite spectacular.
"All things in the world are vast and dark. Those that are scattered become gas, and those that are gathered become spirits!" Yin Hun pointed with his middle finger, and the talisman floated in the direction he pointed, moving around the room as if it had life.
Like millions of fireflies, raging like a storm.
The cold air froze, and only the sound of water dripping from the ventilation fan could be heard.
At this time, everything was silent. The wall behind the morgue bed seemed particularly stiff, especially the water marks on the surface of the rules and regulations, which were covered in circles and pieces. Slowly, the faces of women gathered together. Countless faces covered the wall, like a reunion photo. Then they began to move vividly!
It was so fast that it almost happened in the blink of an eye...
"Woohaha..." The ghost faces laughed wildly, feeling fearless.
Yin Hun roared angrily, and the talisman in his hand also surged out. The bloody faces printed on the wall were hit one by one, and then completely collapsed.
In an instant, the whole room was filled with rays of light, rippling everywhere. Yin Hun's unique Yin-Yang eyes began to take effect. Floating souls floated around him, attacking and tearing at his body, as if they wanted to tear him in half.
Yin Hui curled up the corner of his mouth coldly, and then raised his sword finger. A huge wave of energy attacked crazily, and the Golden Sword spun around him like a servant, emitting a dazzling brilliance. All the attacking souls were torn apart by this light, crushed, torn again, and crushed again...
Old Zhao looked at his thigh with his hand, somewhat fascinated. In the dim light, he seemed to see himself .
The madness in his heart seemed to have triggered the seals in his hands. Yin Hun made brilliant seals one after another, and the Money Sword attacked the opposite wall. In an instant, the spirits were beaten to their original forms, and after rolling a few times, they fell heavily to the ground.
One wave continued to rise after another. At this moment, pale arms began to stretch out from all around him. Dozens of women with disheveled hair climbed up from the edges all around. These pale women all made a giggling sound and crawled towards him!
Yin Hun shook his hands, and the green color of his right hand rose a little bit. The Money Sword seemed to be full of energy and made a buzzing sound. He suddenly rushed to the wall beside him. When those pale women were still several meters away from him, Yin Hun suddenly rushed to the wall, then kicked his feet hard, and before those ghost hands with black nails touched him, he jumped over! The Money Sword swept through, cutting the air apart, and the aftermath spread wildly around with itself as the center. It was no different from a nuclear reactor being detonated. In a blink of an eye, all the spirits under him were blasted to pieces, leaving only the remains of the spirits floating in the air, which fluttered like confetti, fell to the ground, and then disappeared...
It was quiet, strangely quiet. Only Yin Hun's slight breathing could be heard. He raised his head, his handsome face showing a solemn look like a dark cloud. His hand, which was protected in front of his chest, tightly grasped the antique golden sword. The sword was like a pool of autumn water, extremely stunning. And there were many small golden particles floating around it. This was probably the special effect of the full psychic mode, right?
What a terrible thing! This is what Yin Hui was thinking at this moment.
A drop of sweat flowed down his temple...but he didn't dare to wipe it!
"Be careful, behind!" At this moment, Old Zhao spoke.
Just as the shouting continued, a pale hand slowly appeared beside Yin Hun's neck. However, the moment the hand touched him, Yin Hun, who was already alert, changed his expression and suddenly turned over! The Money Sword in his hand thrust at the female ghost with the power of Taoism! As his feet touched the ground, the female ghost disappeared again——
"Not good!" Yin Hun felt the irregular shaking of the floor under his feet, and his heart sank. It was too late for him to think about it, he quickly threw the fish intestine in his hand like a flying knife to the floor under his feet!
"Swish!" The Golden Money Sword stabbed heavily into the wooden floor. Despite this, the hilt of the sword continued to vibrate.
Sure enough, a dull cry came from underground, and many black and red bubbles From time to time, even puddles of stinking green pus oozed out, which was sticky...
Slowly, the liquid formed into a mold, slowly gathering into faces of different appearances, peeling off layer by layer and wriggling. Some were crying, some were laughing, some were angry, and some were glaring! The most disgusting thing was that these hundreds of faces were right under Yin Hui's feet!
Ghost shadows, strange faces, blood...it makes people who are here feel like they are in the Avici Hell.
"When facing a battle, all soldiers must line up and march forward!"
Yin Hui bit his middle finger, and with a wave of the injured finger, a cloud of blood sprayed out in the air! This is exactly the Taoist nine-character mantra with the strongest attack power. Because many people have watched a Hong Kong zombie TV series called "My Date with a Vampire", they all think that the words "Lin, Bing, Dou, Zhe, Jie, Zhen, Lie, Zai, Qian" said in the exorcism by Ma Xiaoling are correct. Little do they know that this film is shot based on the metaphysical background of Tibetan Tantric Buddhism. At the beginning, it was the Japanese Tantric Buddhism that copied the Taoist nine-character mantra "Baopuzi" and translated it incorrectly, translating the last two words "Qianxing" into "Zaiqian". The funny thing is that they actually matched each word with some hand seals. You know, the principle of exorcism with spells is that when a person reads a spell, some special auras formed by the pronunciation of the mouth can repel evil spirits, but if the words are wrong and the aura flow combination is wrong, it is useless.
The aura of the faces gathered together was stagnant because of the attack of the truth! The momentum that had just emerged from the ground was severely suppressed again.
Yin Hui took this opportunity to squat down, raised his right arm suddenly, exposed the lightning bracelet on his wrist, and then swung his fist fiercely. There was no crisp or dull collision sound when the two clashed, but a harsh sound like two metals rubbing against each other slowly, which made people's teeth ache.
Looking at the clusters of sky-blue lightning that were continuously transmitted from the Lightning Bracelet, Yin Hunning stood still and secretly increased the transmission of Taoist Zhen Yuan by three points! Once these strips of lightning touched the human faces, they would penetrate deeply like a spirit snake into a hole, until they were burned to death, and they would not stop.
A few minutes later, the entire floor was charred black, and the person's face had disappeared without a trace. I'm afraid he had already been destroyed.
Seeing all this, Yin Hui straightened up, patted the dust off his clothes, and curled his lips into a faint smile: "Master, can I become your disciple?"
"Haha! No probrem!" Old Zhao made an OK gesture with his fingers and said something in fashionable English, which meant that there was no problem.
"By the way, where are those two girls?" Yin Hun looked at the world outside the broken glass, feeling quite worried.
"Don't worry! We have already prevented her from dying twice. It's unlikely that there will be any more problems." Old Zhao threw away the toothpick and patted his chest to make a promise. Then he looked out the window and smiled noncommittally: "The girl is timid, she must have been scared away. Let's go out and take a look."
But Yin Hui just stayed far away, his brows twisted into the shape of the Chinese character "川".
For some reason, he always felt that something was not right with the whole thing. Logically speaking, Zhang Xiuting would never be dealt with so easily, so there was only one answer. Thinking of this, his face changed drastically: "Oh no, this is a trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain, we have been fooled!"
After saying that, he casually inserted the Golden Money Sword behind his back, pressed with his left hand, and quickly flipped out the window pane.
