Countless people knelt outside the imperial city, looking at the city mountain, which was covered with banners, and countless sacrifices, his scattered hair blowing in the cool autumn breeze in the air, and the clear sky and blue sky.

He put on a Taoist robe and sat down on a few boys' cross-sections, several of whom were wearing small brown robes, with gossip pictures tattooed on their backs, and holding three small swords in their hands, a wooden mahogany sword, a yellow copper sword, and a silver iron sword.

The old man sat cross-legged and spread out his robe, his eyes were looking at the sun, a halo appeared, and according to the ritual of sacrifice, the bell must be rang three times.

One sound, the drum is strong, two sounds, the drum is stricter, three sounds, three drums.

In the country, all were stopped outside the imperial city, they wore official clothes, lingered, only to see the monarch coming, he held a simple long sword in his hand, it is the sword of the heirloom, the sword is hidden in the clear killing intent, the scabbard has a dragon skin, the texture is the person who opened up the country, the strength of the portrayal is reprimanded, someone behind him personally pulled the yellow robe, there is a woman who came in person, he wiped the skirt dozens of meters long.

She is the wife of the monarch, his slender figure pulls a phoenix tail red robe, hands on his chest, golden hollow phoenix crown, red red lips, a trace of fine smoke lingering behind her, and the palace maid holding the incense in the distance is hunched over. Countless ministers bowed down to the two of them, and the two of them waved their hands and got up, and walked to the place of worship.

Countless people looked up at the old man on the sacrificial hill, and he sat cross-legged with his back to everyone under the sacrificial hill.

He opened his chapped mouth with difficulty, and the little boy next to him brought a pot of water, he looked up and shook his head, "I'm not thirsty in my heart, what's the use of drinking it." ”

The little boy said cautiously: "Master, water is the source of life. If you don't drink it for a few days, you will die of dehydration. ”

The old man looked at him meaningfully, waved his hand and asked him to take it away, "Although I am mortal and flat, I forgive my eyes for seeing the mysteries of the world, seeing ghosts and evils, and gods coming out horizontally, I want to intercede and want to avoid it, but the heavenly machine, how can I explore it thoroughly." ”

"You children, remember, when I took you as disciples, I always taught you that you must be worthy of your heart in doing things, that you must believe in all cause and effect, and that you must keep the morality of your family and country in your heart, and you must not slack off. I have nothing to teach you, blame the master for being clumsy and lacking the skill to see through the heavens. ”

"Today, I will meet you to see how to seek luck for the whole country, and how to seek the art of the family and the country. ”

The peachwood sword in a child's hand was picked up by him, pulled up a long horizontal, and then picked up a yellow talisman in front of him, and raised his hand to be a little around an oil lamp, with a wind blowing, the light lit up.

All the people below knelt down and worshipped, and the monarch and his wife slowly bent down and bowed their hands, but they didn't know that the heavenly master did not ring the bell, and did not let the monarch follow, and the matter of today's sacrifice disturbed him, and everyone did not understand this reason.

In front of the palace, countless people also knelt down, not daring to look up at the old man on the hill.

The peachwood sword he raised swept over the lamp, dipped in water and picked up the yellow talisman, burned it on the oil lamp, picked it in the air, and rushed to the sky, "The wind and rain are approaching, I am the guide of the national fortune, and I beg the rain dragon to appear." ”

As it fixed its gaze, a large dark cloud flew in the distance, and lightning flashed above the dark cloud, causing the sunlight in the sky to cast a sign of bad luck.

The dark clouds are flying on one side, and the sky is clear on the other.

There was a dragon shadow on the dark clouds, the dragon's whiskers flicked, today's sacrifice was completely different from the past, the dragon skin scabbard in the monarch's hand trembled slightly, and a slight wind groan sounded in his hand. If the Heavenly Master came to listen to it, he would find that the slight wind and dragon sound in it seemed to break out of the shackles of this scabbard.

The monarch's eyes were terrified, "What is going on with the Celestial Master today? Why are the rituals of sacrifice different?

The peachwood sword in the old man's right hand tilted slightly, circled his wrist, rolled up a piece of yellow paper again, chanted a few incantations in his mouth, and said to the dark cloud dragon shadow in the air: "When I begged for rain, I said that you can suck the incense of the country, but it should be a gift to you." In case the invading iron horsemen step in, you need to rain to stop them and make it difficult for them to move. ”

The dark cloud dragon shadow devoured the two yellow talismans he threw out, and in the blink of an eye, the dragon's tail flicked, and a huge cold wind rushed out, blowing into the palace, this blow, blowing in front of the Buddhist temple in the distance, the burning incense was taken away by a gust of wind, and the remaining people who kept the incense raised their eyebrows and exclaimed: "Yulong borrowed incense, not stealing, who is this repayer?

There was a big-eared and fat-bellied old monk standing in front of the door, not knowing what to say, "Why is the Heavenly Master so weird?

The incense blew into the air along the wind, was sucked by the dragon's mouth, rolled up in his nose, and left satisfied.

The peachwood sword in his hand also burned at the same time, turning to ashes.

The few children in the back, although they couldn't see the dragon shadow in the sky, but when the peachwood sword in the old man's hand burned out of thin air, it seemed that this scene was far more surprising than the oil lamp in their hearts.

The old man picked up the bronze sword again, touched the yellow skin on it, slowly brushed it along the palm of his hand, and muttered: "The bronze sword is in charge of criminal law and is a sacred object, but I, an old man, how can I see the great use of it, I only remember that there is a little demon in it, and I can only ask the little land god." ”

He used the small bronze sword as a guide to provoke a yellow talisman, which fell to the ground and burned with a snort.

I saw that at the top of this small hill, a small fireworks were floating, spinning up to half a zhang, and an old man with a wooden cane, only as tall as an ordinary five or six-year-old child, standing in front of the old man, like an old doll. He was dressed in a very simple clothes, only to see the coarse linen clothes he saw, and a small bottle hanging in his hand, only the size of his little finger, he smiled and said, "I don't know what the Heavenly Master told me? I haven't had a good night's sleep for a long time." ”

A few children trembled with fright, although they had not seen the land god, but they had heard of his appearance, height, and the wooden cane in his hand, they were instructed by the heavenly master all the year round, when it came to the solar term, holding some fruit and meat to honor the little earth god, after all, the land father-in-law can bless us from being invaded by evil spirits, and they go to treat them as dead things, nagging a few words from time to time, such as: bless them to become people like the heavenly master.

The land god touched his small bottle and asked, "What is the Heavenly Master for?"

The old man took the small bronze sword in his hand, slowly placed it in front of him, revealing a simple atmosphere, and said slowly: "This sword is for you." ”

He asked with interest: "The bronze sword has the existence of deterring evil spirits and erasing resentment, what is the reason for me? Although I am the god of guarding, I dare not kill at will." ”

The old man smiled and said, "You are God, me."

I don't believe you, you don't know, what can you do about it?"

The land god was surprised: "You..... Could it be...."

"If you know this, and how you disobey it, you must not. ”

"This number of days has become a fixed number, whether it is the destruction of life, or the replacement of the old is a divine destiny, no, your state of mind is not much different from me now, with a trace of the charm of the way. Duck with me to survive and avoid death. ”

"This calamity is not a ....." Before he finished speaking, the old man spoke: "You are a natural soul, stored in the mountains and wilderness, and now you accept the edict, and accept the speculation of creation here, now you can leave, and have a better home, but I can't." ”

"I was born here, and I feel the mental power of the people in the country, and now even if I have some inner enlightenment in my hands, it's a pity that I can't, I don't want to. ”

"Therefore, I would like to ask you to hold your sword in your hand and resist the coming of evil until you are no longer able to do it. ”

The land god didn't know what to say, quietly looked at the sincerity of the old man, and the old man's demeanor, and muttered: "When God chooses it, I already know that no matter how everything grows, it is a fixed number. The tribulations you have experienced in your life, as well as your luck, the ups and downs, joys and sorrows that fill your heart, are all contained in it. Although I am not human, I have been heard, and I have been with you for so long that I have come to understand what the original purpose of suffering is. ”

"It's just that I can't change it, and I can only go with it. ”

He showed a hint of sympathy, "I'll help you through the last road with a sword, you know." But I've complied with so much providence that now, I'm in control for a while. In this way, I have no remorse. ”

The land god touched the small bronze sword over there, buzzed in his hand, and disappeared into the top of the mountain with a drag of smoke.

He looked at the last iron sword, this is an authentic iron sword, and the moist channel of fine iron in it exudes a cool color, looking at it from a distance, like a woman standing aside to relax, feeling the coolness of summer. This is a sword forged in the summer, given to a dead old man, who has been fused with fine iron and is full of vitality.

The small iron sword was held in his hand, sending out a slight fluctuation, at this moment, the wind on the top of the mountain surged down, making people awake instantly, the watchdog lying on the ground and sleeping was awakened, and countless people looked up at the sword held by the old man on the top of the mountain, this is a small sword, and in his hand it suddenly turned into a silver sword that is not wide or small.

"The silver sword, made of the best iron in the country, but I have never used it, and you have no spirit, so use my blood to open your spirit. ”

He slashed his wrist with an iron sword, and the silver iron sword sucked the sword, becoming more solemn, and in the blink of an eye, he trembled slightly in his hand.

The monarch under the mountain, he stepped up the mountain alone, the sword in his hand kept trembling, the dragon roared, bent down step by step, leaving the old man staring at a woman, the woman stood in place, surrounded by the skirt, slightly moved.

The monarch slowly climbed the mountain, and saw that the sun was shining slightly, sweating all over, and his body was a little weaker in the past few days.

He spoke: "I am the monarch, I am guilty, I don't know what makes the Heavenly Master sad? ”

"I'm ashamed of the world. ”