Sacrifice?

It's a controversial term.

"Da Zhuang, you will return to the Dao Meng realm in the future!" Dao Mu bent slightly to Hou Da Zhuang, his head was lowered on his back, and shouted loudly, "Mo Hanxin has been tied to the Dao Meng realm by me!"

This scene is like the scene of a few old friends when they were children. It was also in this situation that Hou Dazhuang did not hear that Daomu's tone was a little strange.

"Got it!" Hou Dazhuang didn't look back, just sat on the big black donkey, raised his left hand and waved it a few times.

Hou Dazhuang's back quickly disappeared on the horizon, and Dao Mu climbed Muxing Mountain and saw Hou Dazhuang again. After a dozen breaths, Hou Dazhuang disappeared into the horizon again, and Dao Mu could no longer see it.

After a long time, Dao Mu came back to his senses, and found a flat land with little wind on the top of the mountain.

A square stone platform was built, and a small mound of earth was accumulated in the upper left corner of the stone platform. Burn three sticks of merit incense and insert them on a small mound of earth.

Soon, the cigarette curled and steamed, and it condensed but did not disperse at a foot around Daomu's body. Next to the small mound, there are life and death books and judges' pens in turn.

Dao Mu silently recited the pastoral scriptures before unfolding the book of life and death. No, Dao Mu's mind moved, and Hou Dazhuang's life appeared on the white paper.

I saw that he was holding the book of life and death in his left hand, and he was holding the judge's pen in his right hand. The judge's pen was holding a great mountain with one hand, and his right hand trembled violently, but fortunately, the ink gathered but not spilled.

Ordinary people write according to the head of the pen, but Dao Mu is now writing, so he has to draw with the head of the pen. Soon, Dao Mu's face was red, his green tendons bloomed like cyan earthworms, and sweat slid down the green tendons.

Dao Mu smeared a line on Hou Dazhuang's roster and completed it in one go. Hou Dazhuang's life soon disappeared, and the book of life and death was once again in a blank state.

Since then, Hou Da Zhuang Shouyuan is no longer controlled by Yin Si.

Although the roster is removed from the book of life and death, it only represents immortality in a certain sense, but it does not mean that it will be killed by others, and it will not die. In fact, the meaning of no longer being in charge of Yin Si is to represent longevity and Tianqi. And no longer controlled by the Yin Division, it is mostly for the treatment that only the immortals in the immortal court can have.

With such a stroke, the ink of the judge's pen lost some of it, and the white light on the periphery loomed. With such a stroke, Daomu's spirit and spirit were exhausted all at once, and his strength was completely lost. Fortunately, Dao Mu was quick and put the judge's pen on the stone platform early.

"Woo ......" Pastor Dao exhaled, taking a few pills of candy in his mouth. Pinch the flower fingers with both hands, naturally hang down on the knees, silently recite the pastoral scriptures, and enter the meditation to nourish the spirit.

The thumb of the left hand is pressed with the middle finger, and the middle finger of the right hand cannot be bent, only the index finger. At a glance, I feel a little nondescript, but after looking at it for a while, I feel very harmonious and natural.

Dao Mudao didn't notice it now, and the cigarette smoke lingering behind him was directly condensed in mid-air. I haven't seen it disperse for a long time, and I haven't seen it flow for a long time, as if someone was standing behind Dao Mu.

After regaining his peak, Daomu began to cross out the roster of the next person. Then take a break for a while before you start to cross out the next personal roster.

The ink of the judge's pen also decreases with the increase in the number of people. In the end, only one-third of the ink remained, and only one-third of the weight remained.

The blank space of Baihao is so white that it is seeping, and if you look closely, it is really a hair.

"The Queen of Thorns......" Dao Mu murmured in remembrance.

Dao Mu once studied pastoral in Lishan Mountain, and spent a period of time alone with the Queen of Thorns. The Empress of Thorns' hair is all too familiar.

Dao Mu just put down the judge's pen, and the three sticks of merit incense were just burned. The incense root is still there, the cigarette is still there, but there is no ash. Dao Mu stood up suddenly, twisted and relaxed his stiff and aching body, and the "click" sounded non-stop.

He looked around at the condensed cigarettes around him with great satisfaction, and when he turned around to look behind him, the cigarettes that had not flowed suddenly began to flow slowly.

After a while, Dao Mu sat back on the futon, and inserted three sticks of merit incense on the small mound.

The new cigarette blends with the old cigarette, and there is no god or ghost to eat the merit incense, and the cigarette is condensed but not dispersed, half clouded and half foggy. The fairy wisp of Dao clothes was full of color, and the cigarette smoke lingered around Dao Mu like a colored mist.

A breeze came slowly, lining Dao Mu with a fairy wind bone. It's really like that immortal court Da Luo Jin Immortal, coming to the mortal world.

At this moment, the cigarette behind Dao Mu began to stop flowing again. When I looked at it, it seemed to be a human form.

Dao Mu still didn't notice the abnormality behind him, and stretched out his right hand in front of him, trying to bend his middle finger. Not to mention, Dao Mu himself couldn't see the corpse meridian hand bones, which were very different from his previous hand bones.

"Tian Jingsha, Sha Huang, the source qi of creation ......" Dao Mu remembered Aunt Xiang's kind reminder, and experienced such a thing again.

It seems that this Muxing Palace is really hard to go, and Dao Mu has to go to Nazhu Zhishan. Not only for the weaving fairy, but also for the mysterious calamity in the world of thousands of calamities.

Dao Mu tried to recite the Pastoral Sutra to his middle finger, and the boiling pastoral power rolled and flowed with the fresh blood in the middle finger. This middle finger, which now seems to be normal, just can't be bent.

Now don't bend your middle finger to see the Great Freedom Sutra on the back of your hand. Even the corpse scripture in the palm of the hand disappeared without a trace, and it was completely reduced to an ordinary finger.

As time went on, Dao Mu tried every way he could think of, and even he couldn't bend his middle finger by reciting the corpse scripture deceptively.

From the bright day to the bright night, and then from the bright night to the bright day, Dao Mu felt that it was only an hour or two away.

"What's the use of you?" Dao Mu's patience was almost worn out, thinking of his relatives and friends trapped in the book of life and death and unable to be reborn, and thinking of the trial that might not have been completed yet.

Anxiety, self-blame, and anger are eating away at the joy that Pastor Dao had brought to help his relatives and friends who were still alive not long ago.

"It can't just be used to humiliate the enemy, or used as a weapon, right?" Dao Mu used a little shepherdness, and poked his middle finger on the stone platform, as simple as poking tofu, and he didn't even feel any resistance.

Do not apply pastoral force into the middle finger, simply knock on the stone platform. "Knock knock knock ......" is like striking a stone bell. There is no bronze bell loud, nor is there an iron bell loud, but it is clearer than striking a stone stalactite, and it is more stable and long than a bronze bell and an iron bell.

Dao Mu pressed his restless heart a little, and used his middle finger to tap everything around his body that could be beaten. But everything that is wooden will be broken when it is struck, but everything that is made of stone, the sound of striking is the sound of a stone bell "knocking".

In the end, there was only the black and gold sword card left, and the decisive sword, and Dao Mu had no hope.

"When Ang Ang ......" the middle finger of his right hand struck the black and gold sword plate, making a sound of pounding steel. The sound is pure and clear, not harsh at all, and does not contain any noise.

"It should be a good thing. Dao Mu listened to this voice and felt something.

Dao Mu hung the black gold sword plate on his waist, untied the sword and placed it on the stone platform. After hesitating for a few breaths, he raised the middle finger of his right hand and struck the whole of the sword.

"Huh?" Dao Mu was a little surprised, and the overall sword was silent. Dao Mu struck the calyx and the hilt of the knife with this, but he did not make a sound.

Knock the knife out of the sheath.

Dao Mu struck all parts of the knife body with the middle finger of his right hand, making sounds similar to "dingding" and "dangdang" and "dongdong", with different strengths and different sounds.

Dao Mu racked his brain to think about what this sound looked like, as if he had seen a description of such a sound somewhere.

Copper chime?

Yes, it's the sound of a monk beating the copper chime!

The sound of the copper chime is similar to that of wooden chopsticks hitting a copper plate.

The copper chime is actually a copper bowl, and the sound is more pure and rich.

That's strange, how can a murderous soldier who has slaughtered so many lives and dyed the blood of many living beings make the sound of Buddhist instrumental music?

Is this the sound of the knife itself, or the sound of Daomu's fingers?

The problem is that Dao Mu's fingers are not ordinary, isn't it explaining to Da Mu that the knife is really not simple, and the gold content of the corpse hand bones is also full.

The material of the scabbard is like wood and metal, light as wood, flowing with metallic luster, and the touch is as cold as iron. With the experience of the previous car, Dao Mushen thought that striking the scabbard would also make a sound similar to that of a copper chime.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk ......" Dao Mu was dumbfounded when he heard the voice.

The scabbard made a sound like that of a wooden fish!

Muyu was originally used as a ritual instrument for Taoism to gather congregation, preach scriptures and set up fasting, and was gradually used by Buddhism.

It is recorded in "Daozang" that a puppet gets a fish, which can be three feet long, and its shape is like iron, slightly purple and blue, and like bluestone, and the light is carved beautifully.

It is beyond the power of human beings, and the knock is very loud, and its fish cannot be named. Later, he paid tribute to his own sect leader, and the sect leader declared hundreds of millions of believers, but he could not distinguish it.

The leader of the sect is called Ruiyu chime, and he still orders it to hang in the Shangqing Palace, and he cannot be beaten unless he preaches the scriptures and fasts. After the legend of the incident, all the religions and hundreds of palaces have used wood and stone models to gather the crowd on behalf of them.

Just like the copper chime originated in Buddhism, it was gradually used by Taoism and transformed into a copper bell or a hand chime.

The wooden fish is also common to Buddhism and Taoism, and it is an inseparable pair of spiritual instruments with the copper chime, which is a necessary instrument on the ritual case. Its size, form, and material are different, but they must be commensurate with the size of the copper chime.

Then, there are various legends about the wooden fish, the most common of which is the legend that the fish often wakes up day and night, and knocks on it in the shape of a fish carved into a wood, the purpose of which is to warn people not to be drowsy and lazy. You should practice diligently day and night until you succeed.

But among the immortal cultivators, wooden fish and copper chimes appear in various sizes, forms, and materials. Its function is nothing more than a psychic instrument, which is a transcendent magic instrument.

The copper bell in Li Huanyan's hand is another change of the copper chime, don't look at it small, but it is really a great magic weapon of psychic séance.

Dao Mu fell into deep thought, thinking that this was the sound of the scabbard and the blade of the knife emitting its own true sound.

The blade of the knife is made of copper chime, and the scabbard is made of wooden fish.

It's really time to feel your middle finger, and it can be used as a gandham.

"With the psychic séance weapon and the Gandmal, there is only one usable scripture left......" Dao Mu smiled dumbly, his eyebrows were full of confusion and bitterness.

After a while, Dao Mu wanted to start reciting the corpse scripture, and wanted to see what ghosts and monsters would happen while beating the magic weapon and reciting the corpse scripture.