That night, at the entrance of the temple, the monk recited the mantra of the ascetic monk to seduce the weak man in the temple, but back then the ascetic wanted to lure out the weak man in the temple, and now the monk wants to bring in the weak man outside. Behind the temple gate, thirty-six weak men lined up in a strange formation. It was the Skynet Array, and twenty-eight of the thirty-six weak men were arranged in the sky in imitation of the twenty-eight constellations, and the remaining eight weak men stood in the four corners of the four directions, surrounding the twenty-eight weak men.

About thirty years later, my grandfather used the same formation to find my grandfather's soul in the corpse-strewn wilderness.

Halfway through the incense burned by the mage, King Weak appeared on the bridge not far in front of the temple. It was the bridge where the dervishes used to lead hundreds of corpses from the temple into the river.

When the mage saw the weak king appear, the speed of reciting the spell immediately doubled, his mouth fluttered like fried beans, and the flesh of his cheeks was shaken by the sound waves, as if he had been slapped continuously by an invisible hand.

The weak king stood still on the bridge, and looked at the temple for a long time, his two eyes emitting a faint green light, like the eyes of a pair of evil wolves waiting to fight in the desert, and like two ghost fires floating in the air.

The mage doubled the speed of the spell again, and white foam formed at the corners of his mouth. It was as if someone had slapped him even more on his cheeks.

It seemed that the power of the spell was revealed, and it seemed that the weak man himself took the initiative to move forward, it jumped up and fell gently, moving from the bridge to the temple like a paper man. This shows the strength of the weak lang. Some animals will try to show their strength before dueling, while the weak man will show its lightness. The weak man himself is stiff and rigid, so it is very heavy to jump, and even one pit at a time. Only a strong weak man can make the movements look very light and flexible.

And this weak man attracted by the mage looks too light, as if it will fly like a kite when a gust of wind blows.

When the weak man was only a dozen meters away from the mage, the mage hurriedly retreated and retreated to the temple.

"The Seven Nights of the Oriental Canglong! Horn! Excessive! Di! House! Heart! Tail! Dustpan! Northern Xuanwu Seven Nights! Fight! Cattle! Woman! False! Dangerous! Room! Wall! The Seven Nights of the White Tiger of the West! Kui! Lou! Stomach! Pleiades! End! Beak! Ginseng! Southern Suzaku Seven Nights! Well! Ghost! Willow! Star! Sheet! Wing! Boom! Daddy shouted according to the spell the mage had commanded beforehand.

Each nakshatra corresponds to a weak man. Every time Grandpa called out the name of a star, there was a weak man who moved. After Daddy finished shouting, all the twenty-eight weak men jumped out of their places, jumped out of the gate, and jumped towards the weak Lang King.

"Cang! Change! Black! Quiet! White! Cinnabar! Flame! Yang! Daddy shouted again, his voice vibrating back and forth in the temple.

The weak lang who represents the four corners of the world also jumped outside as if he was activated.

Seeing that all the thirty-six weak men were using them, the mage made a strange gesture, and then shouted, "Skynet is restored!" Negligence but not leakage! Kiss! ”

The weak lang who was jumping chaotically on the flat ground outside the temple suddenly re-set up the sky net array, and then rushed towards the weak lang king who came down the bridge like a moving sky net! Looking at that formation and momentum, it seems that the weak king will be turned into a fish in the net!

The Weak King didn't seem to realize the danger, and jumped towards the heavenly net set up by the mage without looking. Its expression was calmer than the moonlight that night, and although the face from the weak man himself was stiff, there was still a terrifying aura.

Then, a scene that the mage and his father did not expect appeared.

Where the weak king passed, the other weak men immediately fell to the ground as if they had tripped over ropes under their feet.

I heard that there is a bird in the world that has no legs, it can only fly and fly all the time, and when it is tired of flying, it sleeps in the wind, this kind of bird can only go to the ground once in its life, and that time is when it dies. The story of the weak lang is similar to that of this bird. After the weak man gets up the corpse, he can only jump, not pounce. It can only pounce once, and that is when it dies.

The King of Weak Lang easily let all the thirty-six weak Lang fall down. Thirty-six weak men struggled on the ground for a while and then did not move, like thirty-six pieces of wood.

The mage's web turned into a fragile spider web, and what he wanted to net was an eagle! How can a spider's web catch an eagle?

Seeing that the situation was not good, the mage and his father hurriedly fled into the house.

When the weak king saw the mage and his grandfather running back, he flew towards them. It's amazingly fast! Seeing that it is still a long distance, it is close in front of me in a blink of an eye!

Just when the weak king's hand was about to touch his grandfather, the weak king suddenly stopped advancing.

Daddy looked down and saw that his feet had touched the high threshold.

The threshold is like an obstacle that is more powerful than the iron wall, which makes the weak king daunting. It can trip up other weak langs, making them ineffective like puppets, and naturally it is also afraid of tripping over high thresholds.

Grandpa, who saved the day, broke out in a cold sweat, sat down on a chair in the room, and covered his pounding heart, for fear that the heart would beat too violently and jump out of his body. The mage has long since lost the majesty he had just now, his face is like earth, his eyes are flustered, and he is trembling. The strength of the weak king is far beyond his imagination.

That night, the weak king jumped back and forth for several hours outside the high threshold painted with red paint, and did not leave until the sky was about to come out.

Long after the weak king left, the mage and his grandfather were still hiding in the house and did not dare to come out. It was only after the first rays of sunlight reached the ground that the two of them hesitated to step out of the threshold.

Since then, Grandpa has never thought of taking the initiative to deal with the weak king on his own. He returned to Thrush Village after learning that the imperial court had cancelled the imperial examination, and the first thing he did when he returned home was to raise the threshold of all the family in the face of the doubts of his family. Later, my grandfather's strength increased greatly, and he didn't worry about the weak man anymore, but he still didn't replace the high threshold, even if he was old and weak, and walked staggeringly, he would rather cross the threshold as difficult as when I was young, and never mention the matter of changing the threshold.

After bidding farewell to the mage, my grandfather went from hiding to Sichuan.

From Tibet to Sichuan, you have to pass through Batang, and at that time, Batang was not called Batang, but Ba'an.

Grandpa left Tibet to travel, and to escape from the weak. So he travels day and night. By the time we reached the boundaries of Ba'an, it was already dark.

Grandpa could hear the rustle of trees in the wind, but he couldn't see a single tree clearly; You can hear the murmuring of water at the foot of the mountain, but you can't see where the creek is.

When the sun goes down, the temperature drops quickly. Grandpa felt colder and colder, more and more tired, more and more sleepy, and couldn't help yawning while walking, just looking for a place to rest, preferably with a barbecue to warm his body.

You can really have whatever you want. After turning a corner, Grandpa suddenly saw a fire not far ahead. Five men stretched out their palms to make a fire around the fire.

Although the five people gathered together, they did not say a word, and were very silent.

When Grandpa saw the fire, like a fish on the shore saw water, and like a hungry wolf saw meat, he immediately ran over.

The five people didn't seem to see their grandfather, and didn't take the initiative to ask him if he wanted to bake the fire, they all stretched out their palms to warm themselves, their expressions were cold, and there was no human touch.

Daddy asked, "Can I have a fire with you?" Dead cold. ”

No one answered. But they shifted their bodies to make room for one person in front of Daddy.

"Thank you, thank you!" Daddy hurriedly sat down in the vacant place, his hands greedily reaching for the flame in the middle. Then the firelight, Daddy looked at the appearance of these people. They weren't natives by their clothes or faces. Locals mostly wear local costumes, and their skin is often black and red. At that time, there were not many Han people from the Central Plains going there, so it was easier to see if it was a foreigner.

"Are you all passing through here?" Daddy asked.

No one answered him.

Grandpa thought to himself, I was too stupid to ask this question, they are not locals, they must be passing through here.

Grandpa asked while roasting the fire, "Then did you come out of Tibet from here, or did you enter the river from here?" If we go into the river, we can go all the way. ”

This area is sparsely populated, and it is inevitable that he is a little scared when he walks at night, and he is still worried about the weak man who may follow like a shadow, and my father really wants to find a few companions with him. In case something goes wrong, it's good to have a foil for each other. Even if he was caught up by the weak man halfway, there was a person who helped send the letter back.

The men didn't react as if they hadn't heard him, and they were still silently baking the fire.

Grandpa thought to himself, could it be that they don't understand me?

Sitting and just quietly roasting the fire, and not a single person chatting, it was really boring.