He Weitong frowned slightly.

At the foot of the mountain a hundred meters later, an invisible barrier was blocking something.

The reason why He Weitong knew was not that he had seen so far, but that he felt the change in the aura of the space.

He thought about it, and then jumped down directly, and it only took him four or five seconds to reach the stone monument at the foot of the mountain at a distance of more than two hundred meters.

This is a stone tablet more than three meters high, and the stone tablet records the history of Qingyun Temple.

He Weitong stood beside the stone tablet and frowned at the two small paper figures above his head.

The two small paper figures are colliding with the mountain protection array, but there is no trace of breaking through.

The paper figure is mixed with an evil aura, with resentment, evil energy, and yin energy.

He Weitong quietly observed for a long time, about four or five minutes, until the paper figures gave up the collision and turned to leave, he stretched out his hand and restrained them in his hands with his true qi.

When the paper figures reached his hands, they struggled for a moment or two, and it wasn't until He Weitong used True Qi to wipe out the traces on them that they softened.

He Weitong touched the thin paper figure, and curiosity rose in his heart.

The reason why he restrained them was because they were curious, and secondly, to prevent them from going back to report the news.

Since he promised Wuxin to take care of them before he was injured, he naturally had to do this thing well, if he didn't stop this paper man and wait for them to go back to report to Yue Qiluo, then this Qingyunguan would have no good life to live.

Just when He Weitong was grinding out the spell on the paper figure, in a room in the Zhang Mansion in Wenxian County, Yue Qiluo, who was sitting behind the dresser, suddenly had a feeling in his heart.

Her paper-cutting man's hand suddenly stopped, and the golden scissors in her hand fell on the wooden table with a "bang".

"Who the hell is it?"

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He Weitong took the paper figure and looked back down the steps.

"Crunch~"

Pushing open the door and lighting the candle, he sat down on the bed and began to study the paper figure in his hand.

He was very interested in the art of paper figurines.

There is a saying among the people that Buddhism has three treasures, Buddha, Dharma, Sangha, and civil law has three arts, paper figures, straw figures, and dolls.

The metaphysical Taishan Beidou Mo aisle, Buddha. There are all kinds of schools of magic, in addition to Taoism and Buddha, there are also folk methods.

Also known as Fangshu, if Fangshu wants to trace the source, it can be traced back to the Zhu You of the ancient period.

According to legend, the Taoist arts are all separated from the thirteen branches of Zhuyou.

Paper man: the art of paper-cutting into soldiers, creating a combat soldier, no food or drink, no injury to knives and guns, advance and retreat to kill, can be manipulated, in the past, Cao Gong had this technique, breaking tens of thousands of gold soldiers, it is really the magic of the law.

This technique is practiced to the depths, and it is similar to the technique of sprinkling beans into soldiers in the Daomen.

The earliest legend in China seems to say that Guiguzi was cast.

Most people in the world have heard the allusion of sprinkling beans into soldiers.

This spell was said in the Taoist scriptures, and He Weitong had also seen it.

The so-called "sprinkling beans into soldiers" is not directly turning beans into soldiers, but using soybeans as a carrier, each soybean bears a breath of true qi from the caster, and after sacrificing heaven and earth, draw a talisman to summon the Yin soldiers of the underworld to appear in the yang world, the favorite food of the yin soul is tofu, but the tofu is unable to carry the true qi, so it can only retreat to the second with beans, and the Yin soldiers will grab the beans after appearing, and swallow the beans at the same time as swallowing the true qi carried on the beans.

As the saying goes, "If you eat someone with a soft mouth, you will have a short hand"

If you don't let people drive you, you may use your true qi to forcibly control those ghosts for your own use.

How similar this paper figure technique is to the technique of sprinkling beans into soldiers.

It's a large-scale group fighting spell, exactly the type he lacks.

The strength of the paper man's eyesight is completely related to the strength of the caster.

Think about it, cutting out countless paper figures for yourself to defend against the enemy, while watching the scene yourself, it is definitely an alternative enjoyment.

In other words, "It doesn't hurt much, but it's very insulting." ”

When Sun Wukong in Journey to the West made trouble in the sky, he conjured hundreds of golden hoop sticks and those heavenly soldiers, while he himself was lying on a chair and drinking, how wild.

He Weitong was very interested in this type of spell that he did not have.

Because of one more spell, his strength will be one point stronger, and his survival rate in the cultivation world will also increase by one point.

Although in the eyes of Wuxin and others, this paper figure is an evil art, He Weitong does not agree with this view.

In his opinion, there is no good or evil in the spell itself, it depends on the person who performs it.

This paper figure technique was put in Yue Qiluo's hands, and it was a sharp weapon for killing people and setting fires, but if it was in He Weitong's hands, it might become a way to eliminate demons and defend the Dao.

Of course, He Weitong is not infinitely lowering his principles, he will study and study, if he finds that the cultivation of this paper figure technique seems to violate his principles of life, he will not practice.

He Weitong put the paper figure on his lap, and then ran the exercises to make it float in the air automatically, and then he slowly closed his eyes and began to use his spirit to feel the flow of true qi inside the paper figure.

Although he didn't know the cultivation method of the paper man, there were still traces on the paper man.

If the paper figure wants to move, it will naturally have true qi or runes on it.

Obviously, the two paper figures in his hand did not have runes on them, so they must be driven by true qi.

Although he had worn out the True Qi above, as long as the True Qi flowed through, it would leave traces.

Just like a erasable pen, although it can erase the ink, it can still leave a faint mark on the paper if you look closely.

He closed his eyes and let out a trace of mental power into the paper.

The smell on the paper was very strange, it was a rotten smell, he probed carefully for a while, and sure enough, as he expected, he saw a trace of human meridians on the paper.

These traces do not exist on the surface, but on the inside, a trace that ordinary people cannot see.

This is a complete meridian map of the human body, with acupuncture points and bones on it, almost the same as the human body.

He Weitong looked at the picture in front of him in shock, this was another cultivation method that was different from his.

He was curious about the events of his practice, and he maintained a kind of excitement about everything that was unknown.

Paper figurine, a spell with a folk mystical overtone, is different from orthodox Taoist magic, just like the picture in front of him.

It is not a Buddha and has a unique temperament.

This is a school of magic that is independent of Buddhism, and He Weitong finds it very novel.

As he knew, the more he felt that there was no uniform standard for his practice.

Don't talk about those things that don't have a shadow, just talk about the people he met, such as Monk Song, Simu, White Snake, and Qiu Shan.

None of them had the same cultivation system as him, but several of them had the same actual strength as him.

He Weitong looked at the meridian map in front of him, and he suddenly found that this was also a road.

It's not a big road, but it's a road, it's just a small road.