The road is full of homes, the mountain gate is closed, and no one is seen standing guard in front of the door. There was a long, winding path in front of the door, and even the farmers working in the fields could be seen not far away, which was completely different from what I had imagined. At least even if it doesn't have the grandeur of the Nine Heavens Wanfu Palace or the Yuantian Palace, you have to make a feeling that no one is allowed to enter.

Looking up, this not too high mountain is surrounded by aura, and the woods on the mountain are not clean, and there is a faint demonic aura. I smiled and said, "It looks simple, but it's not simple, but it's interesting." ”

Luo Qiong stepped forward and pressed the doorbell, only to hear the sound of "Di Di ......", and the sound of talking came from the doorbell. I leaned over and said, "I'm here to find Michiman Sankumo." ”

Luo Qiong asked on the side: "Brother Shan, can they understand Chinese?" ”

I smiled and said, "I don't understand that he also knows we're coming." ”

As soon as the sound of the doorbell disappeared, many people came out of the house halfway up the mountain, all wearing black suits. Rushing to the door and standing in two rows, a middle-aged man in his forties wearing sunglasses and a single ponytail walked a few steps forward, opened the wooden door and bowed to me when he saw me, and made a gesture to please go up the mountain. I nodded, and immediately walked into the gate of Daoman's house, and slowly walked up the stone steps. The mountain is not high, and it is estimated that it will be a hundred meters to the main entrance of the house, and there are people in black suits on both sides of the way, and there are about one meter or so between each person, and there must be more than 200 people on the left and right sides.

I stood at the main entrance, the door had been opened, and the hall was full of Sanyun wearing a black onmyoji costume and drinking tea, and the fat man next to me sneered and said, "I'm not afraid of the fucking cold." I smiled, walked forward, stood at the gate but did not step into the door, raised my head and saw black letters engraved on the door frame, signaled the fat man not to move, a faint sneer appeared on his face, and said: "I thought that the Japanese would not do this, but it seems that I was wrong." Daoman seniors, what does this mean? Why is there a sludge spell on the door? ”

Daoman Sanyun smiled and said, "This mud spell is not specially placed for you, just to prevent rats from getting in the middle of the night. If it's inconvenient for you, I can have someone evacuate first. As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the two people next to him immediately walked up, but at this moment I waved my hand and said, "No, I'll come in by myself." ”

As he spoke, he raised his head and looked at the mud spell engraved on the door frame, and said: "The mud curse was created by a Taoist priest named Ruhuazi in the south during the Southern Tang Dynasty, and it was inspired by the special clay technique used by the ancient Wu clan. The ancient witch clan used the soil plus special potions or the blood of various monsters to create a special mud block, this mud block has a special effect, some mud is even more terrible than Gu poison after being smeared on people's bodies, and once this special soil was rubbed on the weapon, and it was often used in wars between tribes. Ruhuazi obtained the clay recipes used by a certain tribe, and then improved them, combining these clay recipes with spells, and using special clay to depict spells, which can exert a very huge and terrifying effect. Spells are meant to enhance the effects of the earth, but different tribes use different witchcraft, so the effects of the earth are different. If you don't know the recipe or the bottom line, you don't know how effective this sludge spell is. ”

As I spoke, my fingers were already on the door frame, and my nails slid slightly, and the mud spell was immediately activated, and black gas flowed down my fingers, and finally slowly wrapped around my arm. The person next to him and the Dao Man Sanyun on the opposite side looked at it intently, although it was only a mud curse, but the meaning behind it was extraordinary. If it takes a lot of effort to even enter the door, it may be difficult to gain the upper hand when negotiating or even negotiating for a while.

The game has already begun......

The black gas wrapped around my arm emitted a faint smell of earth, and in the next second, a terrifying flame burned on my arm, and the faint black gas instantly turned into terrifying smoke. I then slowly clenched my fists and chuckled, "Almost, I'll give you a fire." As soon as the words fell, the flames suddenly made a "ziz" sound, and then my fingers ran over the sludge spell on the door, and the movement did not seem to have any pause or difficulty. When the arm came back to me, I clenched my fist slightly, and the flames disappeared. At the same time, the sludge spell was also broken at this moment, and the words and spells carved on the door frame also fell at this moment.

"Now you can go in." I lifted my feet and walked into the room.

Michiman Sankumo's eyes had been on me from the moment I broke the spell on the door frame, and when we were seated, he asked with a smile, "Which Chinese teacher did you learn the spell?" ”

I smiled and said, "Most of the time I was self-taught. ”

"507 is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger, I know that there are a group of shrewd and capable generals under your Sha director, and his prestige has even spread to Japan. What do you call it? ”

"My name is Ba Xiaoshan, I have heard the reputation of the Daoman family for a long time, after all, I am the descendant of the Daoman family, you can be said to be a representative big man in the entire Japanese onmyoji world today." I'm kind of polite.

"Since you are here today, it means that you should have agreed to my previous request. We will work together to drive the ancient dragon fire out of Japan......" Before he finished speaking, I asked first: "Before discussing the specific cooperation matters, I would like to visit your Daoman family, I don't know if it is okay?" ”

The old man Daoman Sanyun obviously didn't expect me to divert the topic to this, but since I, who was a guest, made this request, he had no reason to refuse, so he immediately stood up and said, "Since that's the case, then I'll take you to visit our Daoman house first, here, please." ”

The Michiman family is the most famous Onmyoji family in Japan, and as an Onmyoji family with a long history, there must be a lot of secrets hidden here. On the one hand, I did this to observe the old man Michiman Sanyun again, and on the other hand, I was also curious. Thinking about how much foundation such a powerful big family has to give me a glimpse.

"This is the Yuanshou Hall, which is used to display the spiritual positions of the ancestors of our Dao Man family, as well as some of the magic tools and deeds they used during their lifetimes. Our Daoman family has always been a true Onmyoji family, and compared to some of the so-called greatest Onmyoji who rely on monsters or simply collude with the nine-tailed fox, our Daoman family should enjoy more and better glory. Michiman Sanyun stopped me from wanting to enter the Yuanjudo, "Outsiders can't enter the Yuanjudo, you can take a look outside." ”

I nodded, and glanced inside, but this look seemed to notice that many eyes in the Yuanjudo were also looking at us, as if looking at each other, and at this moment I felt a lot of existence hidden in the darkness in the Yuanjudo. He smiled and said, "Everyone is well." ”

"The front is where we practice, and the people who greet you today are all the onmyoji of our Dao Manchu family. After the Meiji Restoration, our Daoman family changed its family motto and allowed to recruit disciples with different surnames, but the assessment was very strict, and only those who really possessed the talent of Onmyoji could become disciples of our Daoman family. "He led us into a place that resembled a dojo, and when we opened the door, we could see a lot of people sitting in the room. They were all meditating with their eyes closed, and they didn't open their eyes when they heard the sound. After Michiman Sanyun walked in, he clapped his hands and said, "Get up and welcome the guests from China." ”

He spoke in Chinese and Japanese, and a group of onmyoji opened their eyes. The fat man said in the back: "How can you look at the Onmyoji like a soldier." ”

I smiled and looked at the booklet they practiced on the ground, I couldn't understand the Japanese, but it seemed to be the basic exercises of a certain Dao sect. Michiman Sanyun motioned for us to take off our shoes and enter the dojo and sit down cross-legged. Here, the teacher invited a few disciples to demonstrate spells, and most of the performances were small spells that were not very on the stage, such as contemplating spirits, moving objects, and the like. It's not that powerful, and the spirit that can be seen is only a rough outline, and the moving ones are only coins.

The fat man laughed next to him and said, "What kind of skill is this? Can you still fight with this? ”