Chapter 604: Setting Up the Formation and Summoning the God

Summoning Wen Wang Lingguan?

Everyone was stunned when they heard this.

Even Cheng Jianxin had his attention attracted.

"Are you sure?"

The Kun Dao beside him was somewhat skeptical.

This Kun Dao's dharma name was Daoist Lan Chenzi; although she looked like an unremarkable middle-aged Daoist nun, she was actually proficient in investigation techniques and was a backbone of the sect.

Her suspicion naturally had a reason.

The "Bing Ding Ghost-Born Talisman" was a famous dharma artifact; no one on Mount Qingcheng didn't know about it, but the Fengdu lineage was still declining.

One reason was the strict rules of this dharma lineage.

The second was that the techniques were difficult to learn.

Holding the "Bing Ding Ghost-Born Talisman," one could summon Wen Wang Lingguan.

This move was comparable to a great killing weapon, but only those few inheritors of the first generation could use it, and afterward, it became increasingly difficult.

Now, it only existed in the classics.

Disciples of Mount Qingcheng sometimes chatted privately, joking that this incense sentiment was like human sentiment, getting thinner the more it was used.

The first-generation ancestor would arrive as soon as he called.

Later disciples, he couldn't be bothered to pay attention to.

Now that Li Yan wanted to use this move, it was hard not to make them suspicious.

Not to mention their safety, if something went wrong and the demon people successfully took the Nine Cauldrons, there would inevitably be countless casualties in Shu.

At such a time, no one dared to be careless.

"Everyone, don't worry, no problem."

Li Yan's face was calm, and he bowed his hands slightly.

Seeing him so certain, others from the Qingcheng Sect were also indecisive and looked at Mingshanzi one after another.

Mingshanzi looked at the crowd and said sternly, "I believe Li Li Shaoxia; he is a man of his word, and he wouldn't mess around with such a big matter. Let's act according to this plan; we don't have much time left..."

With the plan set, everyone immediately scattered to take action.

Zhao Xianda and several garrison generals re-gathered the troops.

Chengdu was now filled with thick Sha Qi, like a crazy nightmare; although not fatal, all the soldiers were in a bad state after entering.

Coupled with being injured by the fanatical commoners, some even felt fear and wanted to escape secretly.

Only in times of crisis do heroes show their true colors.

With Zhao Xianda's impassioned speech, plus learning that there would be a great catastrophe in Shu, these soldiers were finally inspired and planned to fight to the death.

After all, Shu was their hometown.

After mobilizing the people, Zhao Xianda and others took out the Chengdu Prefecture map and carefully discussed the battle plan.

This time was extraordinary; courage alone was not enough.

Their military strength was only 10,000, and they had come from afar, tired from the journey, with insufficient food and supplies, and the gunpowder was only enough to support one battle.

While the Shu Prince's Mansion had 30,000 troops, waiting at ease.

Not only that, they had to pass through several major streets on the way, which had already been occupied by fanatical commoners.

To pass through smoothly, they still had to use some means...

On the other side, Li Yan was also seeing them off.

"San'er, Old Sha, be careful on the road!"

Looking at the two brothers, he exhorted them repeatedly.

"Don't worry."

Sha Lifei grinned, "We aren't entering the Shu Prince's Mansion; at worst, I'll just get more gunpowder. You guys just wait and see a good show."

Li Yan nodded, and then bowed his hands to the side, "Three seniors, thank you for your hard work, and please protect my brothers."

Following into the tunnel this time were three people.

They were "Earth-Listening String" Yue San'er, "Skin-Painting Craftsman" Cui Bai, and the old Daoist Chong Chenzi of Qingcheng from the Six Hermits of the Bamboo Forest.

These three, one was an Earth Master who could investigate earth veins, so they wouldn't find the wrong direction and fall short of success.

One was a master of the Craftsman Sect, with all kinds of secret arts to assist.

And the old Daoist Chong Chenzi of Qingcheng, although white-haired and aged, had a tall and sturdy figure, a face full of scars, and was proficient in thunder techniques; he was considered an expert among the Qingcheng crowd and was specifically sent to guard the formation.

The underground secret tunnel was complex, and the number of people should not be too many.

These few were carefully selected by them.

"Everyone, please follow me!"

Lu San nodded silently, picked up the package, and led the remaining few to rush into the thick fog and flying snow.

This place was not far from the secret tunnel under the bridge, but many of the secret tunnels leading to the Shu Prince's Mansion had already collapsed, and they had to take several detours to reach them, so they left a step early...

Looking at the figures of the few people going away, Li Yan's mood was heavy.

This operation was different from all previous ones.

From Shanzhou to Ezhou, although they had taken quite a few jobs, they were all small-scale conflicts, and most of the time they stayed away from the battlefield.

But this time, it was a real war.

Coupled with so many new-style firearms, no one could guarantee that they could live safely on the battlefield...

"Li Li Shaoxia."

A voice suddenly came from behind.

It was none other than Battalion Commander Zhao Xianda of the Commandant's Office.

He looked hesitant and bowed his hands, "We have thought about it repeatedly, but we can't find a way to reach the Shu Prince's Mansion smoothly."

"If we attack the commoners, the long street will be stained with blood, and before we reach the destination, the gunpowder will be exhausted."

"The best way is still to help those commoners dispel the curse and drive them away..."

"This plan won't work!"

The Kun Dao Daoist Lan Chenzi beside him shook her head, "Daoist Li wants to summon Wen Wang Lingguan, which requires half an hour of preparation. We are about to leave, so we cannot consume divine thoughts; there is no time."

"Besides, the Dragon Lady hasn't stabilized yet; she is also the key to stopping this matter. So many commoners, I'm afraid their divine souls will dissipate directly!"

Zhao Xianda was full of embarrassment when he heard this.

Daoist Lan Chenzi was right, but if they forced an attack, they didn't know how many commoners would be killed, and those garrison soldiers couldn't hold on either.

"I'll do it."

Yang Chenghua saw this and raised his hand.

"Thank you, Senior."

Li Yan didn't hesitate and directly handed the bronze basket to him.

Others saw this and became even more interested in Yang Chenghua's identity, unable to figure out why Li Yan, who was so arrogant, was so respectful to him...

What they didn't know was that Yang Chenghua had already absorbed a massive amount of incense power from True Lord Erlang, and using incense to help the Dragon Lady was not a problem at all.

Regardless, everything had been arranged properly.

Li Yan patted Wu Ba on the shoulder before turning and leaving with a group of people from the Qingcheng Sect.

They were mainly going to set up the altar, while Cheng Jianxin and his disciples, Yang Chenghua, and the rest of the Six Hermits of the Bamboo Forest would stay with the army.

"Master..."

Looking at Cheng Jianxin's increasingly aged face, Chang Tianque felt sorrow from his heart and hurriedly supported him.

This time, Cheng Jianxin did not stop him.

He let Chang Tianque support his left arm, looked up into the distance, his turbid eyes somewhat lost, as if thinking of something, and a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

"Master, what are you smiling at?"

"Nothing, the old man remembered back then, fighting with the remnants of the Golden Tent Wolf Kingdom in the Northern Frontier; the situation was severe, not a bit different from today."

"At that time, those who usually couldn't stand each other all cooperated, and even didn't hesitate to block blades for each other."

"The blood and courage of our divine land have never been broken..."

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Swish swish swish!

In the wind and snow, figures flashed across the rooftops.

To avoid interference from the commoners on the street, as soon as Li Yan and the others went out, they used light-body techniques, flying over eaves and walls on the rooftops.

Below, blood-colored lanterns dyed the thick fog red.

The crowd was like ghosts walking on a river of blood.

Following behind were all elites of Mount Qingcheng, so Li Yan ran without reservation, his figure as fast as lightning, and in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, he arrived in the alley near the Shu Prince's Mansion.

They hid in the darkness, looking at the palace city in the distance.

108 mourning lanterns emitted a cold light, like an isolated island, repelling the blood-colored thick fog all around.

And below, it was a black army.

"This is the Soul-Guiding Lantern of the Netherworld Sect!"

Mingshanzi said in a deep voice, "This object is difficult to make, and the Netherworld Sect rarely lets it out. It seems this demon has been prepared for a long time."

Netherworld Sect... A figure suddenly appeared in Li Yan's mind.

Holding a long banner, singing a mourning song.

The Netherworld Sect sounded scary, but it was actually a righteous path of the Mystic Sect, originating from palace sacrifices in the Qin and Han Dynasties, proficient in various funeral techniques.

His good friend in Chang'an, the Night-Crying Lang Shen Sanyou, was a person from the Netherworld Sect.

At that time, he looked like a high mountain, unfathomable.

He himself had unknowingly walked to this step...

Casting aside the distracting thoughts in his heart, Li Yan turned his head and said:

"Everyone, get ready."

The people from the Qingcheng Sect had long been prepared.

Hearing his words, they scattered suddenly.

Daoist robes fluttering, one figure after another rolled like cranes in the scarlet mist, centering on Li Yan, scattering to the surroundings.

!

The location they chose was called Heyun Tower.

This restaurant was very famous in Chengdu Prefecture; it was said that when a top scholar from the previous dynasty returned, many dignitaries came to welcome him, and suddenly flying cranes descended.

Some said this was a good omen, implying a smooth career.

A wealthy merchant immediately proposed building a restaurant, and later that scholar indeed reached the peak of his career, so this place was also known as the Top Scholar Tower.

Students in Chengdu would choose this place for banquets.

Of course, at this time, the Top Scholar Tower was also empty.

If the dharma altar wants to be strong, it must be built high.

The Qingcheng crowd was borrowing the height of the Top Scholar Tower to suppress the opponent.

He saw Mingshanzi's Daoist robe fluttering, one hand holding a compass to check, and the other hand throwing out small flags from the backpack on his back.

At the same time, another Daoist threw out flower coins.

Bang bang bang!

As the dharma flags fell, they just happened to pass through the holes of the copper coins, nailing into the gaps between the blue bricks and black tiles around.

If someone looked from above, they would find that these dharma flags formed a Bagua pattern, and the Qingcheng Daoists had their sleeves fluttering, like the Bagua flowing.

As for Li Yan, he sat cross-legged, concentrating his mind.

The Daoists of the Qingcheng Sect were setting up the Jingyang Dharma Altar.

The dharma altars of the righteous Mystic Sect cannot be separated from the "Sixty Tongzhen Jings" and "Thirty Huizhen Altars"; the "Jing" is used for internal defense, and the "Altar" is used for performing techniques.

The "Jingyang Dharma Altar" was a special one among them.

In the "Shuowen Jiezi," "Jing" means light and sunshine, and can also be extended to mean "prominent and auspicious signs."

In the Mystic Sect, there is also the saying "Jingyang bell rings, all immortals gather," so the greatest function of the "Jingyang Dharma Altar" is to summon immortals.

Although the Qingcheng Sect is famous for martial arts and sword immortal techniques, there is also a Zhengyi lineage on the mountain, so their methods of opening altars and performing rituals are not bad.

Soon, many formation flags were in position.

The Kun Dao Daoist Lan Chenzi galloped and leaped on the snow-covered roof, red ropes weaving in her hands, connecting all the dharma flags into one piece.

Subsequently, she fell suddenly, pinching spells and stepping on Gang steps.

Hum hum hum!

The thirty-six golden needles on her hair bun trembled in unison, and all the dharma flags also trembled, Gang Qi rising and connecting into one piece.

Ordinary Jingyang Dharma Altars take a long time.

Setting up the altar, playing music, burning incense...

The process is extremely cumbersome, and some Daoists can't even hold on.

But for these experts, they can also use various means to build it temporarily, which is barely enough.

But the necessary rules must still be followed.

In addition to the assistants, the Daoists also, under Mingshanzi's command, divided into those guarding the altar and those watching the altar.

Soon, incense smoke rose.

Li Yan held the "Bing Ding Ghost-Born Talisman" in his hand, guarding his soul.

He dared to guarantee it, naturally for a reason.

One was that he had already visualized Mount Luo Feng, and with the help of that immortal mountain Boshan furnace, he had built the Eight Generals Palace of the outer altar, which could use the purest Fengdu method.

The second was his Heavenly Official identity.

This "Bing Ding Ghost-Born Talisman" came strangely; just after the Thunder Department's test ended, this thing was ordered to be sent to his door.

It could be seen how unwilling the old Daoist Juechen was at that time.

Li Yan already had a guess in his heart.

In the Great Luo Dharma Realm, a group of people wanted to cause trouble.

And now, other people were also active.

They should be supporters of the "Heavenly Law," unable to descend to the mortal world actively, violating the Heavenly Law, so they wanted to borrow his hand...

While the Qingcheng crowd was busy, the Chongqing army also began to set off.

Boom boom boom!

Ten thousand armors surged, and the ground trembled for it.

The snow on the rooftops on both sides fell with a clatter.

The murderous aura seemed to want to disperse the thick fog in front of them.

Such movement naturally attracted the attention of the commoners on the street.

"Ah~"

Dense fanatical roars rang out.

These commoners were completely mad at this time, their eyes blood-red, mouths and eyes crooked, drooling, rushing toward the army.

"Prepare!"

Zhao Xianda gave an order, and the soldiers raised their firearms one after another.

Three-eyed guns, bird guns, divine fire guns...

Their firearms were obviously not as good as the Shu Prince's Mansion.

But for killing, it was more than enough.

Zhao Xianda had cold sweat on his forehead.

If possible, he didn't want to take action against these innocent commoners.

But the cursed commoners were too crazy.

Once they got close, there was a possibility of being infected by the curse.

The real enemy was the Shu Prince's Mansion army, and Zhao Xianda didn't want to lose a large number of troops here because of mercy.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Yang Chenghua.

But he saw that in the crowd, Yang Chenghua was carrying the bronze flower basket, and the people around scattered one after another, letting him come to the front of the formation.

"Rise!"

Without complex spells, Yang Chenghua just gave a low shout, and a wild wind blew up in the surroundings, flying snow rolled, wrapping him.

Many people behind saw this, and their faces changed slightly.

They were all experts in arithmetic, and this kind of movement, if prepared properly, they could also make.

What really shocked them was that on Yang Chenghua's body, a rich incense smell suddenly erupted, pouring into the bronze flower basket.

This level of incense power, even the vulgar gods in the temples on the mountain, could not possess, and it was still increasing.

Hum hum hum!

With the injection of incense power, the bronze flower basket trembled more and more violently.

Whoosh~

Finally, the wild wind rolled, forming a tornado above the flower basket.

Different from before, the tornado that absorbed a large amount of incense Qi became as thick as a water bucket, winding and twisting deep into the high sky, until it disappeared.

This tornado also vaguely took the shape of a dragon.

Soon, the incense Qi in the surrounding streets all gathered crazily toward Yang Chenghua.

Rumble!

In the night sky, thunder roared.

Not long after, a light rain started to fall from the sky.

This light rain was bone-chillingly cold.

Falling on the ground, the blood-red snow began to melt.

Falling on their faces, the commoners also stopped blankly, staring blankly at the sky, the blood color in their eyes gradually fading...

Some soon regained their sobriety, looking at the surroundings at a loss.

"Go!"

Zhao Xianda ordered loudly, and the army moved forward again.

They advanced in a mandarin duck formation, firearms raised one after another, and following the order from the front, they fired at the sky in unison.

The commoners who had regained their sobriety saw this and fled in all directions, revealing the main street leading to the Shu Prince's Mansion...

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 605 =====