On Monday, December 22, 2014, the winter solstice was 8:10 p.m

Han Leng and Lin Haotian pried open the door lock of the ancestral hall, and the candlelight inside was bright, reflecting the figures of the two of them staggered on the ground. This was the first time Han Leng and Lin Haotian had come to the ancestral hall in Yuxi Village, and the qiē here was new and strange to them.

Han Leng walked past the rows of spiritual positions and carefully looked at the portraits hanging on the wall. Lin Haotian stood in the center of the ancestral hall, observing the furnishings of the ancestral hall.

"Do you see what's coming?" Han Leng walked around, turned around and asked Lin Haotian.

Lin Haotian shook his head, "If I hadn't seen the Soul Binding Array before, I would never have thought that this was the eye of the Trapped Spirit Array." In this there is no existence of evil spirits at all. ”

"I looked at the portrait here, and the one with the big knife was probably the ancestor of Yuxi Village, but he didn't look like a general in his attire. The portrait in the center ...... "Han Leng stopped, he really couldn't tell what kind of person he was, the old Long Zhong's face was full of smiles, he had a hat hanging on his arm, he was wearing a simple robe, he looked like a wandering alchemist, but his portrait was larger than the portrait of the ancestors in Yuxi Village, and it was still hanging in the center, which had to make Han Leng think a little more.

"It looks familiar." Lin Haotian walked in and took a look, and suddenly felt that the person on the portrait looked extremely kind, and he couldn't remember where he had seen it for a while. Lin Haotian held his chin and meditated.

"Ahh I remembered that this person was Yang He, the ancestor of our Shangqing sect Maoshan Sect. Oh, my disciple of Maoshan actually forgot about our grandfather, it's really a sin, and the ancestor asks the adults to ignore the villain's faults and forgive the disciples. As he spoke, Lin Haotian knelt down on the spot and kowtowed three times to Yang He's portrait.

"Huh?" Lin Haotian kowtowed, his head hadn't been raised yet, he pressed his left hand on the ground, and kept touching the floor tiles, "Han Leng, come and see, there are scratches here!" ”

Han Leng hurriedly squatted down and carefully touched the place Lin Haotian had touched before, and there were indeed shallow scratches on the touch under his hands. Although the candle flame was bright, it could not let the two of them see what the scratches on the floor were. Han Leng pondered for a while, took out a pen from his backpack, tore off a piece of white paper from the notebook that had not been written, cut off the pen with a knife, picked out the ink inside, slowly wiped it on the floor, and then carefully buckled the notebook paper on the inky floor and pressed it evenly.

"Alright. Let's see what it is. Han Leng carefully took off the notebook paper, and the original white paper was full of black lines. Han Leng looked at it for a long time and didn't understand what it was, so he could only hand it to Lin Haotian, hoping that he could understand.

Lin Haotian looked at it a few times and couldn't see why, so he had to shake his head, "Let's say it's a map, it doesn't look like it, let's say it's a picture, a person who can draw such a distorted picture, in another sense, he is also a master." ”

Han Leng took the notebook paper, looked at the lines that looked like a famous abstract painting with regret, and sighed, "It's a pity that I didn't bring the computer here, otherwise I can scan it in and study it carefully." As he spoke, he carefully dried the marks on the paper, then folded it and put it in his backpack.

In the ancestral hall, the candle flame danced brightly or darkly, and the shadows on the ground intertwined, becoming distorted with the beating of the candle flame. Lin Haotian stood up and looked at the northeast without saying a word.

"Something's coming." Lin Haotian frowned and said.

"What's that?" As soon as Han Leng asked, the starlight outside began to dim, and even the candles in the room were jumping uneasily, and some even went out. Han Leng hurriedly ran to the window, opened the window and looked at the sky outside. The starry sky was gone, as if a large black cloud had passed by, completely blocking the starlight without revealing a trace.

"Han Leng, close the window!" Lin Haotian saw the night sky outside through the gap in the window, and screamed in surprise.

Before the words fell, Han Leng only felt a breeze blowing on his cheeks, Lin Haotian took out the yellow talisman, and pressed towards the void a foot behind Han Leng, shouting, "The fire is coming, it is as urgent as a law!" ”

Just heard the sound of 'fluttering', a small flame rose from the yellow fu, and quickly turned into a basketball-sized fireball, and there was a 'crackling' sound from time to time. Faintly, Han Leng seemed to hear the screams of something echoing in his ears.

"What's that?" Han Leng didn't dare to be careless, and closed the window with a 'snap', Lin Haotian hurriedly stepped forward and pasted a yellow charm on each window.

"Mountain monsters. In layman's terms, it's a monster. Lin Haotian explained to Han Leng while sticking to the yellow talisman.

It turned out that the night sky that Lin Haotian saw was completely different from Han Leng. There was no moonlight, no starlight, and Han Leng felt that there were clouds floating in at most, covering the stars, making it seem that today's night was a little dark. But what Lin Haotian saw was a black mountain monster hovering above the ancestral hall. Thousands of monsters swirled overhead, and even Lin Haotian, who had a lot of experience, felt his scalp tingle when he saw such a scene. Could it be that all the monsters in this radius are here? Lin Haotian thought secretly.

"Make it clear!" Han Leng is not a spirit body, nor does he have spiritual power, he can't see the mountain monster that appears in the form of a spirit body, and he can't figure out what the situation is, so he can only look at Lin Haotian coldly and ask.

"The ancestral hall itself, as the eye of the array, naturally carries a certain seal to protect it from the destruction of demons. However, after all, it has been a thousand years, and the power of the seal is weakening, plus the formation of the trapped spirit array has been destroyed a little, catching up with the night of the new moon, the path will eliminate the demon for a long time, so the monsters in the mountains and forests will be summoned by the evil spirits to help him break the formation. Lin Haotian stared at the seal on the window, which one fell and was annihilated, so he ran forward in time to make up for it; While explaining to Han Leng, "No, this is endless, Han Leng, quickly spread the enchantment!" ”

Han Leng is a smart person, and when he heard Lin Haotian say this, he naturally knew the strictness of things. Turning his heart sideways, he raised his left arm and said in his mouth, "...... Why. This person has no self. No one. There are no sentient beings. The lifeless one. So what's the case. My phase is right and wrong. People are like all beings, and those who live are like right and wrong. Why. Away from a qiē phases. It is called the Buddhas. The Buddha told Su Bodhi. If so, yes. If there are people again. Hearing is the scripture. Not frightened, not afraid. Know that people are very desirable. Why. Subodhi. Let's talk about the first paramita. i.e. not the first paramita. It is the first paramita. Subodhi. Endure the humiliation of Parami. For example, it is not to endure the humiliation of Paramita. Why. Subodhi! As I used to cut off the body of King Gori. I'm in the middle of nowhere. There is no self. No one. No sentient beings ...... each other"

With the different chanting sounds of Han Leng, the colored stone on the red rope bracelet on the wrist of his left hand first emitted a faint golden light, and then gradually became brighter, waving his arm to write a golden swastika in the void, just formed, Han Leng only felt that his arm was cold, and a stream of blood flowed down from his wrist, and the red rope bracelet fell to the ground with a 'snap', and the blood dripped on the colored stone drop by drop, and then slid down the smooth surface of the colored stone to the ground.