Yin Yang Lantern Man

Chapter 285 Fu Zheng is crazy
"So that's it."

Chen Ningan realized that they were a group of wandering ghosts, and the place they were in was not even the underworld.

"Fellow Daoist, if you want to live in this world, you must have an identity in this world."

The skinny old man said, "Go back and continue north. After walking for hundreds or thousands of years, you will reach the underworld."

"Once you have cultivated the Yang Spirit, you can reincarnate with your memories and cultivate again. After you have passed the confusion in the womb, you will truly have arrived in the Yang world."

The other party pointed out a clear path for him, which sounded like a very suitable method.

"is it?"

Chen Ning'an nodded thoughtfully: "It seems that we are really not suitable for this world. We are just a group of lonely ghosts."

He seemed to be thinking, waiting, and no longer speaking.

"Fellow Daoist, you should reincarnate quickly. We see that the ghost energy in you has evaporated a lot."

The old beggar smiled, and moved to the side as if he had been standing there for too long.

"Yes, my ghost energy continues to be consumed."

Chen Ning'an agreed with this statement and was still in deep thought.

The skinny old man smiled and seemed to feel nothing.

He then said, "We can leave a token for you, so that you can find us with it and get through the difficult period of your childhood."

"Thank you."

Chen Ning'an took the token and passed his hand across the man's hand.

The next second, the man's fingers began to turn black, and something was spreading upwards.

The skinny old man gave a dry smile.

He took a half step back, his expression suddenly changed, and he chopped off his blackened fingers with his hand.

"Ah! It hurts so much!"

He screamed, then pointed at Chen Ning'an and said, "Daoyou, hurry up and take action! This evil demon is playing tricks on us!"

Evil!

Chen Ning'an had also heard this word from the Taoist who walked out of the Divine Gate before.

"Haha, since I'm here, why wouldn't I tell fortunes? The first fortune-teller said Ze Feng was too strong, and you guys are talking nonsense, and you still want to trick me back?"

Chen Ningan smiled. He was waiting. These people probably didn’t know that he had always coveted this world.

These people may be ghosts, but it is more likely that they are not the same species as ghosts.

"You deserve to die!"

A golden copper coin sword was flying in the old beggar's hand. It turned out that he relied on this copper coin sword to get through.

Chen Ning'an didn't dare to take it with his hands. He would influence these people, but these people could also influence him.

"when!"

The vajra came out from behind him and hit the copper coin accurately.

The copper coin sword couldn't withstand such a terrifying force and was shattered!

Copper coins were scattered all over the sky. The old beggar looked at Chen Ning'an in horror, "How vicious!"

As soon as the two words were spoken, he had disappeared. The object he was carrying was gone, and he could only return to his physical body.

The only one left was the skinny old man. A book appeared in his hand with words shining with gold, which shot towards Chen Ning'an.

It is also a kind of magical instrument.

He took out the vajra in the same way and tapped the book, and the skinny old man also disappeared.

"My fellow Taoists, since I have already opened the golden flower, you'd better put away your thoughts."

Chen Ningan already had a rough idea in his mind, and his sword flew out, crossing the space and killing in an instant!
"not good!"

There were exclamations in the darkness, but there were more screams, which were quickly put to an end by him.

Chen Ning'an withdrew his hand and turned around. The condition of Liao Yun and others was getting worse.

"The living world?"

He looked at these people, as well as the elderly Ying Gao and Nan Hua, Professor Feng and others.

The time in their paintings is still, and Liao Yun really put in a lot of effort to achieve this.

"You have worked hard."

Golden light flowed from Chen Ning'an's brows and passed through Liao Yun's body, and he immediately became full of energy.

"Master, you are so strong."

Liao Yun felt warm and moved. Enshrouded by the golden light, Bai Yue came back to life, looking brand new.

“It’s just that I have a deeper understanding of the world.”

Chen Ning'an raised his head. The sun was still scorching hot. He was just drinking poison to quench his thirst and it couldn't really solve the problem.

"I have to sort out our identities, you guys come in for now."

He moved a little, opening up space to accommodate these people.

He himself is now an existence like the Zhenhai Building.

Everyone went into his body, and for a moment he was the only one left here.

"I have to find someone from this world."

Chen Ning'an flew on his sword, the void kept flickering, this was destined to be another long journey.

However, it shouldn't be longer than before. The appearance of those Taoists indicates that there must be traces of people living nearby.

After a few years, Chen Ning'an began to feel exhausted. The world was rejecting him.

He stretched out his hand, and the leaves he touched turned from crisp and tender to twisted and dry, with veins like flesh growing on them.

He seemed like a huge source of pollution, constantly emitting pollution.

Only by being covered in golden light can one be immune.

A few years later, he climbed over a mountain and the world behind the mountain suddenly became clear.

"Someone."

Chen Ning'an actually felt joy in his heart.

He took out the Si Nan from his arms and walked south. It was correct.

At first glance, the style here is probably from ancient times, the Han Dynasty.

Every household lives in a wooden house with a thatched roof. Some also have mud-brick houses. The houses of wealthy families are made of stones and look very sturdy.

This is... a village with about a hundred households.

The road is a dirt road, and every household has some vegetables or trees planted in the yard. There are no weeds, only yellow soil.

You can see some children wearing coarse cloth that just covers their buttocks running back and forth, playing and laughing.

These people have rather rough faces, and seem to be uncivilized, and few of them are good-looking.

As Chen Ning'an approached, a big drum in the village suddenly started to sound.

"Boom!"

This sound made him upset and he subconsciously took a step back.

Ok?
However, in the village, many people were frightened by the huge drum sound.

"What's going on? Why is the human drum sounding by itself?"

The old men in the village quickly went out and approached the people.

"Everyone, gather together, don't run around! There's an evil spirit!"

Following the elders' vigorous shouts, everyone in the village hurriedly put down their work and rushed to the center of the village.

That was the ancestral temple, and the human-skin drum placed inside was shaking slightly.

"My husband is still out in the mountains chopping wood."

A woman cried, "It's over, he can't come back!"

"Don't panic. We don't know whether the evil spirit is passing by or approaching. The human drum only sounded once after all."

The village head comforted her, "Let's wait a little longer. This kind of accident would not happen during the day in the past."

After saying this, the woman calmed down a little, but everyone was still worried.

The place where they are is called Xiaoshanli.

There is a pavilion every three miles and a township every ten pavilions.

There are only about a hundred households within a radius of ten miles, and everyone knows each other every day. It is daytime now, and many husbands are working outside.

The village head suppressed his worries and moved closer to the human drum. The delicate pores on it were still trembling slightly. It seemed that the evil spirit had not left?
But nothing happened until the evening.

“Probably just passing by.”

The head of the village heaved a sigh of relief: "Everyone should be careful. Everyone should be alert for patrol tonight."

After he finished speaking, the head of the village stood up and said, "I'll go ask Fu Zheng. He probably didn't hear the drumbeats outside and didn't come. Let's see what he says." After sending everyone away, the head of the village saw that it was too dark to see the road clearly and there was no moon tonight.

The men were returning in groups of two or three, carrying torches and moving towards the east of the village.

There, lives the most respected person in the entire hill.

Fu Zheng!

This is a position established by the Han Empire. The person who practices talismans is the only one who can protect the village from being polluted and harmed by evil spirits.

There is also Fu Zheng in their hill. At this time, Muramasa frowned. Why is the door of Fu Zheng's house open?

He walked in and called out, "Mr. Fu Zheng, are you there?"

There was no response, and Muramasa began to feel suspicious, but Fu Zheng knew the matter was of great importance, so he hurried in to check.

"Fu Zheng!"

He shouted again, and suddenly saw some movement in Fu Zheng's bedroom.

When he walked in, he saw the quilt on Fu Zheng's bed moving and a shivering sound coming from inside.

"Fu Zheng?"

Muramasa reached out to lift the quilt and saw that Fu Zheng, who used to be of high status and always calm in the face of emergencies, had changed his usual behavior.

He was trembling, his eyes widened, and his fingers were tightly grasping the quilt, unable to let go.

Fu is getting scared.

Not only that, he was covered in cold sweat and his face was pale, looking like he was terrified.

"Fu Zheng, what's wrong with you!"

Muramasa exclaimed, hurried to support him, and shouted to the outside.

"Someone come quickly, Fu Zheng is having a seizure!"

He thought it was a seizure, but Fu was actually frightened. Gradually more people came and made him feel better.

"Fu Zheng, what's wrong?"

"Fu Zheng, please don't scare us!"

"Are you hungry, Fu Zheng? I have two ounces of dried rabbit meat at home."

Accompanied by voices of concern, Fu Zheng finally responded.

He slowly loosened the quilt.

Then he burst into tears loudly, "Woooooo!", and his tears were so loud that they shook the earth!

"Crying! Crying!"

However, everyone was happy because if they cried, they would not die.

Fu Zheng cried for almost half an hour before he stopped sobbing.

“It’s so scary, so scary!”

He kept muttering, "Great evil! Great evil is coming!"

"Big evil?"

Combined with the drum sounds during the day, Muramasa felt his scalp tingling.

"Fu Zheng, what did you find? Tell me quickly!"

This is a matter of life and death, there are more than a hundred households in this small mountain!

"I don't know, I just feel that there is a big evil, a very fierce big evil!"

Fu Zheng was talking and shouting, and suddenly he laughed.

"Hey, what a scary big evil spirit!"

“Fu Zheng, Fu Zheng!”

Everyone called out hurriedly, but Fu Zheng seemed... scared crazy.

"Oh no, Fu Zheng has gone crazy. What should we do with the patrol tonight?"

Concerns were raised right away because he was one of the people on patrol today.

"Without the guidance of the lantern symbol, I'm afraid we won't even be able to see the road clearly."

Lanterns are something that every family must have. They can illuminate and drive away evil spirits at night.

When encountering danger, you can even slap the lantern talisman on your body to stimulate your qi and blood, which is enough to fight against evil spirits.

But it would cause great harm to the person. If used once, the life would be shortened. If used twice or three times, the person would be dead.

"No more patrols?"

Someone asked, "Will you report this to the head of the post tomorrow?"

"If we don't patrol, what if an evil spirit invades tonight?"

Another person suggested: "Hasn't Fu Zheng been teaching his apprentice recently? Let's find Xiao Tu. Maybe he can already draw lantern talismans?"

"Yes, find Xiao Tu, he is Fu Zheng's apprentice."

So half of the group of people went to comfort Fu Zheng to see if he could be saved, while the other half went to look for Xiao Tu.

Xiao Tu is a fourteen-year-old boy. According to the rules, he is old enough to participate in patrols.

When Xiao Tu was found, he was eating wild vegetable soup at home. He couldn't believe it when he heard that Fu Zheng had gone crazy.

"Impossible! Grandpa Fu Zheng was normal this morning. He is a big shot from the village and has even been to the county. How could he be crazy?"

Tu Ming didn't believe it, so he followed everyone to see Fu Zheng first, and it turned out that Grandpa Fu Zheng was really crazy.

He is now taking down the wheat straw on his bed, saying that he wants to make a grave for himself.

"Everyone is going to die. Bury them quickly! Bury them soon!"

His words were frightening, as if some evil spirit was really about to come.

"How could this happen?" Tu Ming couldn't even get close to him. At this time, Fu Zheng didn't recognize any of his relatives.

"Grandpa Fu Zheng!"

He shouted and held Fu Zheng's hand tightly to stop him from doing so.

Once a teacher, always a father. Fu Zheng is his master, this is true!

Being hugged by Tu Ming, Fu Zheng seemed to wake up briefly.

He suddenly stood up, ran under the bed and started digging with his bare hands. His hands were covered in blood, and he dug out a booklet with only a few pages.

He stuffed the booklet into Tu Ming's hand and said only one word.

"run!"

"I'm polluted, run! He's coming back for you! Run!"

As Fu Zheng shouted, the tone of his voice changed again.

"Run! Hey! Hey hey! Haha!"

He went crazy again. This time, no matter how Tu Ming shouted, Fu Zheng couldn't wake up.

"Grandpa Fu Zheng, I won't run away."

Tu Ming opened the booklet, and on it was the method of making lantern talismans.

"How about it, Xiao Tu, can you draw a lantern symbol?"

The village head asked cautiously, fearing to disturb the child.

"Grandpa Fu Zheng said that I have enough basics and I can understand these things."

Tu Ming found some tools in the house and said, "I can try. Grandpa Fu Zheng said that only adults can draw. I think that although I am not an adult yet, I can try."

The boy showed rare responsibility and tenacity, picked up the pen, began to recite strange mumblings, the tip of the pen was stained with a dish of red stuff, and began to paint.

After finishing the painting, he opened his eyes and found that the lamp charm had no effect.

"Failed."

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Tu Ming admitted frankly: "But I think I have found the feeling now. Let me draw it again!"

He picked up the pen again, but this time, a voice suddenly sounded in his heart.

"The hook on the talisman head is slightly tilted to the left, the talisman core is completed in one breath, and the talisman foot is recited with sincerity."

For some reason, when Tu Ming painted according to the sound, he actually felt the blood and energy in his body being drained.

"Did it work?" He asked in a questioning tone, but the lamp talisman really lit up.

"It's really done!"

He confirmed: "Li Zheng, I drew it!"

A feeling of fatigue spread over his body, but it could not conceal his joy at all.

"Great, it works!"

Everyone cheers!

(End of this chapter)