Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 409: Eight Gates of God, Nine Palaces Sacrifice, Formation Completed
"I know. Knowing is enough. You are worthy of being my daughter. Hahaha!" Feng Yao laughed loudly and looked up at the blue sky through the big hole in the ground.

Zhang Chulan bowed again and asked, "That's all Sister Baoer wants to know, but I still have a few things I don't understand. Please help me solve them."

"Grandson of Huaiyi, just ask if you have anything to ask."

"Why did my grandfather, who had kept me hidden for many years, take such a big risk to expose the truth of the Jiashen Rebellion to the public?"

According to my grandfather Zhang Huaiyi, he wanted to put an end to the Jiashen Rebellion once and for all, so he took the initiative to expose his whereabouts, lure the snake out of its hole, and intended to kill all the remnants of the Jiashen Rebellion.

But Zhang Chulan always felt that there was something else going on.

Although the old friend is gone, we all see the Wu Gensheng of that year. It would be a pity not to dig deep and get to the bottom of it.

"The truth, Jin Feng has already told you."

"As for Huaiyi's motive, it's very simple. Just as he said, he didn't lie this time."

"Because of a series of events that happened in 1944, people in the circle call it the Jiashen Rebellion. Hehehehe... You are all wrong. These events can only be accomplished in the Jiashen year."

What is Jiashen?

Jiashen is a calendar system that uses the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches.

In the Yin-Yang and Five Elements theory, the stems and branches are divided into Yin and Yang in order. Odd numbers are Yang, and even numbers are Yin. The Yin and Yang of the stems and branches match each other, and there are a total of sixty combinations.

Therefore, sixty years is called a Jiazi.

It was no coincidence that Zhang Huaiyi chose to return to politics in 2003, because the next year was another reincarnation of the year of Jiashen.

"This..." Zhang Chulan was dumbfounded and asked hurriedly, "Why is it Jiashen?"

Feng Yao explained: "Among the Heavenly Stems, Jia is one, and among the Earthly Branches, Shen is nine. The Luoshu says, 'wear nine and step on one.' In the innate Bagua, nine represents Qian and one represents Kun, which means supporting the sky and standing on the earth. This is the answer in the cave, and it is also the rule of the atmosphere here."

Zhang Chulan seemed to understand. During the years of seclusion, his grandfather went out frequently for a period of time, so he must have found out something.

In order to prevent the Jiashen Rebellion from happening again, all matters had to be resolved before the next Jiashen Year.

Naturally, those who wanted to be eliminated were those who knew about Wu Gensheng's deeds - the remnants of the Jiashen Incident.

Zhang Chulan probably guessed why Zhang Huaiyi chose Tangmen as his first stop.

Kill Xu Xin who was hidden by the Tang Clan.

Because he is one of the thirty-six thieves, he is the one closest to the Jiashen taboo.

Fortunately, in the end, Xu Xin was unable to leave Tang Tomb.

In 2003, more than a dozen veteran figures in the alien world died in the circle, which brought peace and tranquility in 2004, the year of Jiashen.

"So that's how it is. But did Granny Jinfeng ever talk about the truth behind the Jiashen Rebellion?" Zhang Chulan tried desperately to recall, but he didn't remember such an incident.

What Mei Jinfeng was talking about was only Wu Gensheng, whom she had seen with her own eyes, and a group of monkeys in Qinling Mountains.

"Senior Feng, can those eight unique skills really reach the sky?"

Feng Yao was silent for a moment.

After all, magic is just magic, the key still depends on who is practicing it.

But if one reaches the end and can really glimpse the road to heaven, is it the magic that makes the person successful, or is it the person who makes the magic successful?
After decades of lonely wandering, Feng Yao had long lost the answer.

"The road ahead is unknown, we'll see the end tomorrow." Feng Yao replied with an ambiguous sentence, sighed and shook his head.

Recalling the past, he casually told a story.

"The Lingming Stone Monkey became the Monkey King and recruited a group of monkeys. He lived happily for several years, developed his Tao heart, and sought immortals. However, all he met were those who were after fame and profit. It was not until he came to the Lingtai Fangcun Mountain and the Xieyue Sanxing Cave that he realized that means come from the heart."

"On the contrary, the Imperial Horse Supervisor proclaimed himself the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, but he only had the empty title and gained nothing. Later, he stole the fairy peaches, stole the imperial wine, ate the elixir, and made a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace, causing all the monkeys to scatter when the tree fell, and all the monkeys and their descendants had a miserable end..."

"A practitioner with excellent qualifications, a tragedy of self-destruction..."

What if you let your horse run free and become the leader of Quanxing?

In terms of cultivation, he cannot compare to the immortal Zuo Rutong.

What if you make friends with heroes all over the world?
Monkeys are demon monkeys and humans are demon humans.

The sworn brothers are the seventy-two cave demon kings, and the sworn brothers are the thirty-six thieves.

Zhang Chulan stared at the dejected figure with his head down, listened to some aimless words, and felt that the rubble piled up in Jiuqu Panhuan Cave was pressing down on Feng Yao like a mountain.

Even if he wanted to ask something else, Zhang Chulan couldn't say it.

After a simple recognition of relatives, Bao Lan and the others stayed in the Twenty-Four Sections Tongtian Valley.

With the house built by Yan Huan using magic and snacks, the night was quite comfortable.

At night, Feng Baobao lay in the open space on the right side of the valley, with his arms under his head, staring at the night sky in a daze.

Zhang Chulan picked up two cans of Harbin beer and sat down cross-legged.

"Sister Baoer, what are you thinking about? We've known each other for so long, and this doesn't seem like you."

Feng Baobao stretched out her hands and grasped a few sparkling stars in the night sky. "I... don't know what to do."

I have always wanted to know my life experience and find my lost relatives, but when I really met the old man, I realized that it was just that simple.

What about the road ahead?
Where should we go next?
"I am...that...this...I can't explain it, I just always feel..."

Snapped!
Zhang Chulan lit a cigarette and took over the conversation: "Still feel like you have nowhere to go?"

"Yes! That's it! I don't know how to describe the feeling, but you said it right away. All of you are better than me..."

"Gou Wa Zi, San Er Si Er, you, Huan Zi, Feng's White Hair, Niu Bi Zi... Everyone knows how to live and how to go, only I don't know..."

"I thought I had found my family and had a home to return to, but it seems my old man is even more confused than I am."

call--

Zhang Chulan exhaled a puff of smoke, "The simplest thing is to do what you like."

"But I know a little bit of everything, and I can't say what I like..."

"Then we have to go find it." Zhang Chulan said with a smile.

He threw away the cigarette he had just smoked a few puffs of and looked to the side.

The body of an immortal should refer to perfection in mind and body, but can this state of almost emotional paleness really be described as perfect?

The Tao is ruthless, so should the immortals be ruthless as well?

Zhang Chulan had a way to respond, and said with a smile: "Sister Baoer, you only found your father, but the missing memories and emotions are not back yet. There will be plenty of things to do in the future."

Feng Baobao's mouth corners drooped, and his bright and restrained eyes looked up at the night sky.

Yan Huan bent down, and her pretty face blocked Feng Baobao's view.

"Have you ever considered becoming an immortal?"

"Eh!?" Yan Huan said something shocking, which scared Zhang Chulan.

"Becoming an immortal? Didn't I tell you, old man, that if you want to break open the gate to heaven, you need a lot of blessings and good deeds. Now your path to heaven is almost cut off." Feng Baobao asked, without revealing a trace of confusion.

Yan Huan replied: "I have a great kindness here."

"But that's what Huanzi prepared for himself, right? If there really is an upper realm, then obviously your chances of successfully ascending are much greater."

At the critical moment, Feng Baobao's indirect wit disorder recurred.

"It doesn't matter. I'm not confused, and I have plenty of time. As for you, if you sacrifice the Empress and rebuild your immortal body, maybe you will find something back." Yan Huan replied.

Hearing this, Zhang Chulan hurriedly got up.

"This...this...isn't there any danger in the middle? What is the sacrifice to the central palace?"

"And Brother Huan, your sacrifice is too great."

Even if he trusted Yan Huan, Zhang Chulan still felt a little scared at this moment.

That is the ascension to heaven that everyone desires, who would give it to others so easily?

Even if I am judging others by my own standards, I still have to get to the bottom of it for Sister Baoer's safety.

"You can rest assured, it won't happen." Yan Huan said firmly.

This conclusion was deduced by him in "Heaven" through the words of "Zhi Fu".

If the effect of the formation is selfish, it does have the risk of violating the laws of nature, but if it benefits everyone, it will become a supreme achievement. As for what Zhang Chulan said about "too many sacrifices", there is no place to talk about it.

Who said that the Qimen Liujia formation can only be set up once?

It’s just a matter of waiting a few more years. It just so happens that Yan Huan still has to complete his collection of the Hundred Ghosts Atlas.

Feng Baobao blinked and said, "Then I'll try. I want to get back what I lost, and at the same time prove the result for my old man."

"Okay." Yan Huan responded softly.

Zhang Chulan smiled comfortably, feeling relieved but also a little lonely.

When mortals ascend to heaven, they do not remain in this world. No one knows what their state is like after becoming immortals, except for the leaders of major sects with a history of ascension.

Zhang Chulan just felt that without Sister Baoer, it would probably be a bit boring...

But if you think about it carefully, there seems to be no better ending than this.

"That's it, as Senior Feng said, we'll see the end tomorrow."

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The next morning, the sun was shining and the fields were quiet. It had rained last night and dewdrops were dripping between the grass leaves, sparkling like pearls. The sky and the earth were filled with a fresh and ethereal atmosphere.

The descendants of the Eight Wonders arrived at Qinling Mountains early and stopped at the entrance of the valley.

Several people still looked at Feng Xingtong in surprise.

According to the significance of "capturing spirits and sending generals" to the Feng family, Feng Zhenghao should not have given in so easily. He thought that he would not see the face of the Feng family kid today. He did not expect that the president of the Tianxia Association had a bit of vision and a broad mind.

"Why are you looking at me like that again?"

"These two are the ones who are worth being curious about, right?" Feng Xingtong pointed at Lu Linglong and Lu Lin beside him.

Lu Lin replied: "Don't worry about it. Our goals are different. Originally, the representative of the Tongtian Lu is Lingyu Zhenren."

The brother and sister came here for no other reason than Wu Gensheng.

The last incident with Li Muxuan left some psychological trauma on the two of them.

Lu Linglong and Lu Lin originally wanted to pretend that they didn't know about Wu Gensheng's news, but after thinking it over, they decided to follow him to show their filial piety.

Lu Linglong glanced at the side and saw that Lu Liang was fully armed and wrapped tightly, and even his height had been adjusted using the "Shuangquan Hand".

"Who is this?"

"Don't worry about it. As descendants of Jiashen, we naturally cannot sit idly by." Lu Liang changed his voice and explained.

When Yan Huan saw everyone gathering, he raised his hand to welcome them and made way for the valley passage.

The stone walls on both sides blocked the monkeys who were joining in the fun, but none of them dared to step forward to stop them.

According to Yan Huan's arrangement, several people sat in different positions. Opposite Zhang Chulan was Zhang Lingyu, opposite Ma Xianhong was Lu Liang, opposite Feng Xingtong was the foreigner Baron, and opposite Wang Ye was an empty seat.

"That's not right, Old Yan. Logically, the person across from me should be a fellow sorcerer from the Daluo Cave Temple. Why can't I see him?"

Yan Huan replied: "It's already here."

There is still a difference in cultivation between Wang Ye and Gu Jiting, and they cannot see through phenomena beyond time.

He pursed his lips and sat cross-legged on the ground.

If the "Jia Shen Rebellion" can be completely ended, the circle of foreigners will have one less unstable threat, which is a good thing in the long run.

But if "Fenghou Qimen" were to disappear from the world, I really didn't know how to face Senior Zhou Sheng in the future.

"call--"

"Forget it, who knows how this was done..."

With a long sigh, Wang Ye set up his Qimen formation, but before he could fully activate his earth magic, a larger formation trajectory covered his Qimen formation.

Feng Baobao walked into the formation slowly and sat cross-legged in the center.

Yan Huan pinched a wisp of Yin Qi out of thin air and embellished his brows. At the same time, the ice crystal ring and crescent moon on his hand flowed together, scattering into colorful light and sprinkling in the sky.

Eight huge shadows condensed into shape, each occupying the horizon.

Wang Ye’s eyes widened instantly. As a sorcerer, how could he not recognize these eight spirit beasts?

All eight deceitful gods are here.

That formation under your feet!
"Old Yan, you are making such a big move again! This is not the method to end the 'Eight Wonders' at all, right?"

This is the Qimen Liujia Formation!
The king realized it too late and when he wanted to escape from the formation, it was too late for him to move.

Yan Huan flew into the air and took control of the overall situation.

"Old Wang, please be patient. If we don't create information disparity, the company will find it difficult to truly trust us to gather here, so I can only lie."

"I have asked a master in your sorcerer circle about this formation. He said there will be no problem with the process. You just need to perform it quietly and then witness history."

Feng Baobao, who was in the center, followed the array formation formula taught by Yan Huan and recited it softly:
Yin and Yang are in harmony, and the three flowers gather at the top of the head.

The four symbols fulfill destiny, and the five elements return to their true nature.

Liuhe welcomes birth, Qixing indicates death.

Eight gates of gods, nine palaces of sacrifice!
···
Swish!
After the incantation was finished, the successor of the "Eight Wonders" who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, all his strength poured into the central position. A clear light shone in the air, falling like morning mist, ethereal and dreamy.

Feng Baobao moved his lips slightly and expressed his wish to the formation. The majestic power of the Eight Deceptions blended and collided, gathering into an enormous vortex in the air. For a moment, lightning exploded and strong winds blew.

boom!
With a roar, the vortex of light covered the entire night sky, and suddenly it shattered and turned into streaks of faint light, like a meteor, dragging a long tail, falling all over the country.

In an instant, it seemed as if a net woven by flowing light spread out in the air.

When the formation was completed, Yan Huan flew into the sky and gathered all eight balls of dim light in his palm.

"Thank you for your hard work. Go back to the depths of my soul and rest for a while."

Yan Huan shined the light into his brow.

Whoosh!

The formation patterns that appeared on the ground gradually dissipated, and the faint blue glow dispersed into bright stars.

The few people who served as the connecting nodes of the formation lay back panting and spread out in a big shape.

Wang Ye opened his eyes with difficulty. The light in the vortex just now fell from the sky and also fell into a part of his body.

The light entered the body, making him feel refreshed and comfortable. The energy and qi consumed by the formation were replenished a lot.

"Ok?"

Wang Ye immediately sensed something was wrong. The Qi available in his body seemed to be more abundant than before. Not only that, his proficiency in "Fenghou Qimen" had also risen to a higher level.

Zhang Lingyu raised his hand in confusion, and with a flick of his finger, five talismans moved at will and flew out.

"This is?"

Their cultivation has all reached a new level.

Just as they were puzzled, a cry came from under Lu Liang's mask: "No, no! My Three Corpses, my Soul Enlightenment Technique, why are all my techniques so stiff when used?!"

"The Chi in my body!?"

"What on earth did that formation just accomplish?!"

In the hazy mist, the people could not see each other's faces, but they all looked towards the center of the palace at the same time.

Zhang Chulan's eyes narrowed and he saw a figure in the vast white mist, with messy hair sticking up high, hanging on his head like cockroach whiskers.

"Sister Bao...Sister Baoer?"

"You didn't go up?"

"I... I seem to have walked back?" Feng Baobao's voice came from the fog.

Lu Linglong waved at Yan Huan in the air: "Huan'er! What did you ask Bao'er to do?"

Swish!
Yan Huan turned into wind and landed on the ground, stopping in the valley. Several people groped in the mist and surrounded him. Only Lu Liang was still doubting his life in the vast whiteness.

Wang Ye asked, "Old Yan, tell me, what's going on? I feel that the feedback of my mind to my cultivation has never been so efficient."

Yan Huan extended his index finger and responded to everyone: "One thing, combining the separated 'art' and 'Tao' together."

(End of this chapter)