86.Chapter 86

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date="2020-11-26"

title="86.Chapter 86"

weight="106480"

series = ["Lantern: Reflection of the Peach Blossoms"]

mode = "manual"

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The roar sounded through the mountains and forests, and the earth continued to crack in the tremor.

Yan Lanyu fell to the ground, and the missile swished across his hair.

He stood up, took a breath for a moment, and ran to the edge of the mound, blocked by the night and fire. The magic dragon did not know when it stopped breathing poison, its hideous body was bathed in moonlight, and cast a huge black shadow on the mottled snow.

Yan Lanyu climbed up the mound with hands and feet together, moving very quickly, even unaware that the sharp gravel slashed her calf.

He grabbed the edge of the top of the mound with a snap, and the blood from between his nails immediately stained the gravel. Then he climbed up with strength, his knees trembling slightly, and he half-kneeled on the ground.

After a long while, he got up and looked at the magic dragon, and saw three blood-red lanterns gathered in midair, looking at himself.

At that moment, sporadic gunshots sounded from a distance, and the light of the bullet when it was shot out was fleeting in the night.

The violent airflow seemed to freeze, and under the vast night sky, only the boy and the magic dragon looked at each other.

"Tian Youjun," Yan Lanyu said.

The head of the giant dragon hangs slightly, and the powerful magical nature completely replaces the last point of personality after being enchanted. In fact, it can no longer tell who Yan Lanyu is.

"I know that all this will not end. Tantric sect will be traced to the ends of the world for life. Even if everyone disappears, as time goes by, there will be the next tantric sect."

"But I already hate this endless repetition, which keeps causing trouble to others, putting those really good people in danger, and letting others shed blood and sacrifice for me, again and again by fate. In the absurd reincarnation. If I don’t disappear, none of this will end."

Yan Lanyu bit her index finger and drew a series of characters in her palm with all her heart, then spread her backhand, and the blood stains in her palm suddenly glowed red!

The Devil Dragon seemed to feel a certain danger and suddenly raised his head.

"This is your four pillars and eight characters," Yan Lanyu smiled on her cold and pale face.

"I never told you, thank you for your New Year gift. After so many years of love, I will return it today."

The magic dragon roared and rushed forward suddenly. However, Yan Lanyu moved faster, took out the lighter and ignited it, pressing directly on the bloody palm!

-Burning is actually the easiest way to make a spell work. When Yan Lanyu draws a talisman with blood on the palm of her palm, it is equivalent to using the other party's birth date to make a numerology charm temporarily. Although this charm is so simple that there is no even half of the spell rune, it is after all made with birth date.

For some onmyojis, mastering the opponent's four pillars and horoscopes almost controls half of the opponent's lifeline!

With a green fire, the entire palm of Yan Lanyu's hand was enveloped. Amidst the crackling and burning sound, the magic dragon screamed. In the chaos, his fangs hooked his clothes and threw him out!

Boom!

Yan Lanyu fell heavily to the ground with a terrible cracking sound in her chest, rolling down the soil slope. The green fire in his palm was tumbling but not extinguished and flourished. The dragon uttered a heart-wrenching roar, desperately overwhelming countless trees, and once again bit him and raised it high!

Yan Lanyu let out a roar that changed his tone, a large amount of blood mixed with minced meat poured out from his mouth and chest, and the bloody hands in the green fire desperately grasped the fangs!

——Between the electric light and flint, he was hung up high in the sky, and under his feet was the bottomless throat of the magic dragon.

In the next moment, the poisonous breath spouted from the throat of the magic dragon, and instantly enveloped him completely!

Dizziness, suffocation, severe pain.

The flame burned on one arm, but it couldn't stop the cold caused by the rapid loss of blood.

It's cold... Such a thought flashed through Yan Lanyu's mind in a daze.

The familiar feeling of death was as icy as last time, like falling into a bottomless abyss.

"The four pillars of year, month, day, and time push fate, and the eight characters of heavenly stem and earthly branch measure good and bad."

"The five elements win restraint, and the reconciliation of punishments and clashes is the support of Yin and Yang Tao."

Tian Qizhi paused, poured a glass of rice wine from the small red clay jug, and crossed his legs leisurely.

Outside the paper door, heavy snow flew, covered in silver. The footsteps of the beggars in the distance made a creaking sound in the snow, and the lanterns were extinguished in the night, gradually disappearing.

The interior of the house is warm and warm, like late spring, with a few cherry blossoms in the glass bottle by the paper window, and the fragrance of plum wine is steaming from the stove.

Several disciples knelt on the tatami and bowed their heads to indicate that they had taken note. One of the female disciples bowed her forehead deeply on the floor, then raised her head and asked carefully: "So, what is the effect of using the other party's four-column horoscope as a numerology talisman?"

"There are many effects, basically to hurt the soul."

"Will it kill people?"

Tian Qizhi teased: "Who do you have to say to the point of unending death, Yuko?"

All the disciples laughed, but the female disciple named Yuko was too busy.

"Using the four pillars and eight characters to put the master to death requires profound spiritual power as a foundation. At the same time, the person who casts the spell has a very strong soul, which is a dangerous technique. In reality, there are many techniques to kill without seeing blood. Therefore, this kind of curse that kills one thousand people and hurts 800 people has long been included in the category of forbidden curses."

Yuko quickly got up and said yes, and all the disciples took notes.

"If it is freezing cold today, when spring begins, I will teach you how to calculate the eight characters."

Tian Qizhi paused, with a thoughtful expression, rubbing the fine patterns on the wine glass with her fingers. Everyone fell silent for a while, and then listened to him lazily saying, "Let’s come here today... Lan Yu."

Behind him, a purple-clothed teenager stood up and gently opened the paper door.

Everyone bowed their heads to salute, got up and filed backwards.

Yan Lanyu lowered his eyes and looked to the ground, until the last female disciple also retreated, and then closed the paper door almost silently.

Sitting by the fire, Tian Qizhi stared at the cup in his hand, as if suddenly became interested in the colorful glazed wine glass used in daily life.

Yan Lanyu didn't think it was strange, the man in front of him who had been the head of Tantric Buddhism for eight years was like this.

He often gets interested in something he sees every day and finds out the bottom line. It was as large as the repainting color of the tile roof of the house, as small as the roundness of the pearls on the door curtain, and even once enthusiastically took out the calligraphy paper that was bad in the past to sort out, and after savoring the whole afternoon one by one, it burned.

That was actually the performance of thinking about other things in his heart.

Whenever he did this, he was actually thinking about some problems that no one could think of.

The head's actions and thinking are always unexpected, but they are extremely precise, and the vicious insight sometimes even gives people a shuddering feeling.

Yan Lanyu walked behind him as usual and sat down on her knees. At this moment, she suddenly heard him yell: "Little Lanyu--"

"Yes."

"We have known each other for so long, now that I want to come, it's really fateful!"

"..."

Yan Lanyu raised his eyes, and saw the head turned his head, smiling at herself.

"...So what?" Yan Lanyu asked calmly.

"Nothing, just sigh with emotion. Ah, the fate between people is really wonderful. When you were a teacher at Dongda University, you should have never dreamed of meeting me, right? So we sit here today and say it is fate Impermanence is not an exaggeration."

There was a slight crackling sound from the candlelight, Yan Lanyu quietly looked back at Tian Qizhi, his eyes did not even fluctuate in the dim light.

"I do not know what you're talking about."

"..."

The head blinked, sighed uninterestedly, and muttered something like "I don't admit it again" and "Why do you always deceive yourself" and took a sip from the wine glass.

Yan Lanyu lowered her eyelashes and picked up a hairpin from the lampstand to pick the wick.

The hairpin was actually placed here by Tian Qizhi, and he might want to euphemistically mean "keep your head". In fact, it is normal for a teenager to keep his head according to the custom, but Yan Lanyu is indifferent, so the head of the boss will not mention it.

"Hey?" Tian Qizhi put his hand over the hip flask on the small stove, as if he suddenly remembered something: "Speaking of which, we are so fate, and we have been together for so many years, but there is one thing we have never done. It."

"Ok."

"Don't you want to know what it is?"

"..."

The head waited for a moment, but did not wait for a response. He sighed and said, "You are really a person without curiosity... I said, we have not fortune-telling yet, you are not curious about the result of our fortune-telling. ?"

Yan Lanyu put down the hairpin, stared at the candle without blinking, and did not speak. After a long while, he took a breath almost silently, and said, "Not too curious. Destiny is not something like that."

The room fell into silence, except for the sound of candle burning, only the slight rustling sound of goose feathers outside the window when the heavy snow fell.

The leader laughed: "Don't be so pessimistic, Xiao Lanyu. Please go get my natal chart... it's in the locked cabinet."

Yan Lanyu got up and went to the inner room. After a while, she took back a red sandalwood chessboard-like wooden board with sixty vertical and horizontal lines on it, written all over the world. There are also some yellow paper and ink pens. The head dipped the pen in the ink and wrote a string of characters on the paper: "This is your birthday."

Then he took another piece of paper and wrote, "This is mine."

Yan Lanyu's pupils shrank in fear.

Tian Qizhi didn't seem to have seen it. He smiled and crumpled two pieces of yellow paper into a ball. The flames of his fingertips ignited spontaneously, and he quickly burned the paper to black ashes and scattered them on the natal chart. Immediately afterwards, he took the yellow form paper and wrote a series of complicated calculation runes, and his knuckles buckled the life plate. He seemed to be very serious, and he didn't notice Yan Lanyu's pale complexion beside him.

After a cup of tea, he finished the calculation and wrote the final fate result on the chart.

"Well."

"……how?"

The head shook his head, seemingly regretful: "We have no relationship between husband and wife."

Yan Lanyu's nerves were originally extremely tense, but he didn't react to it for a while, subconsciously "Huh?"

The leader laughed, and looked him up and down with playful eyes for a long while.

Even though the room is very warm, the look in Yan Lanyu's back makes Yan Lanyu's back rise cold like a thorn, and it feels like the kind of casual playful posture before a feline beast kills its prey.

"Is it necessary to be so nervous?" The head said leisurely, "It's better for us to make an appointment."

"..."

"As long as you don't move my horoscope, I won't move you, how about it, is it fair?"

Yan Lanyu's throat was so tight that she couldn't make any sound.

The wick snapped, and slight sparks splashed in the air.

"...Haha, look at you so nervous." The head waved his hand and drank a drink with a smile: "Just kidding, I am such a good person, why do you want to move my birthday character."

In the mountains and forests, the towering old trees that were uprooted fell horizontally in the snow, and the dragon's body was violently convulsed and rolled due to the great pain, squeezing countless dead trees into sawdust.

"Roar--!"

The Devil Dragon shook his head violently, and Yan Lanyu's body was smashed between the rows of sharp fangs!

The ribs were broken, the chest cavity was torn apart by fangs, and the thighs and arms were bleeding down.

It's cold.

Yan Lanyu tried his best to lift the hand wrapped in the flame and leaned closer to get a little heat, but he could no longer feel the presence of that hand.

He almost clearly felt the coming of the last moment. Although he wanted to plunge into the embrace of death, the last bit of consciousness was forcing himself to stay out of life.

He must persist.

The dragon soul has not yet received the most deadly damage, at least until the moment when the numerology talisman burns out.

With a creak of the tires, they rubbed the ground, making a loud, piercing noise, and then the door opened, Yu Jingzhong rushed out with a stride, and began to climb up the mound with his bare hands!

The dragon’s struggle caused a large piece of rubble to fall from his head. Yu Jingzhong’s face and hands were scratched a few pieces, but he didn’t even feel it. He grabbed the raised rock and jumped cleanly. Turn up the mound.

He took a breath, and when he looked up, he saw the dragon suddenly screaming violently, his head raised high, and then he slammed on the ground!

With a bang, the rocks cracked, the ground turned up, and the trees flew up into the sky. Yan Lanyu's body was thrown out of her fangs, and she fell heavily to the ground!

Yu Jingzhong lost his voice: "Yan Lanyu!" Then he staggered forward in the violent shaking.

Not far away, Yan Lanyu's body convulsed and trembled, and blood was flowing all over the place.

His jeans were torn by gravel, and a long strip was torn open from knees to pockets, and two small yellow paper balls rolled out of his pockets.

No one saw this scene, and Yan Lanyu, who was struggling and panting in pain, was unaware of it. The next moment, the yellow paper ball touched the cyan flames burning all over the floor, and suddenly burned into two golden balls of light——

That is Zhou Hui's peace symbol.

With a giant dragon's body, it rolled up a few towering trees and smashed it at Yan Lanyu!

Yu Jingzhong roared, passing through the falling soil and gravel like a torrential rain like lightning, but couldn't keep up with the massive shaking and cracking of the ground. He saw a dark shadow falling from the sky, and at this critical juncture, two brilliant golden meteors suddenly rose up beside Yan Lanyu.

Yu Fu didn't realize what was going on. Then, the meteor broke through the sky and exploded on the side of the dragon!

It can't be described as a hand grenade or a sniper cannon. The equivalent of a high-energy rocket launcher is nothing more than that. Half of the night sky shone brightly, and for several seconds, Yu Jingzhong's retina was intensely white, and he couldn't see anything, even his voice was absolutely still.

Immediately afterwards, the whole land collapsed, the mounds sank into huge pits, and the trees were silently turned into dust in the strong light.

Afterwards, Yu Jingzhong didn't remember what he did. His memory was fragmented in those few seconds, completely blank.

When he regained his sanity, he only found himself lying on Yan Lanyu's body, surrounded by large stocks of dust that was too thick to open his eyes, and the ground was still trembling slightly in the aftershocks.

He lay numbly all over for a long time before he could barely raise his head, and when he moved his neck, he made a crunch of joints. He and Yan Lanyu were lying on the bottom of the pit. The ruins made of dead branches, wood chips, rock and soil were thickly spread on the ground, and the air was filled with the choking smell of the violent explosion.

Yan Lanyu closed her eyes tightly, her face pale, and she couldn't tell whether she was alive or dead.

"..." Yu Jingzhong wanted to call his name, but he sucked so much dust that his throat became hoarse and he couldn't make a sound. He stretched his trembling fingers under his nose, and after a long while, he held his pulse tightly, and finally let out a roar that changed the tone of his crying like a boulder in his heart.

Zi La Zi La-

There was a noise similar to the passing of electric current behind him, and Yu Jingzhong supported the ground with his bloody elbows. When he looked back, he realized that he could still save his life and remain intact in such a violent explosion.

In the midair behind him, there was a light shield erected like a golden shield, forming a huge hemisphere with a radius of three to four meters, blocking him and Yan Lanyu tightly behind the barrier. Electric current swelled through the translucent golden shield, and a burning figure was printed on the surface, which was a pentagram.

Yu Jingzhong has done research on this aspect, and he knows what this symbol represents at a glance——

It is Yata Mirror.

It was Yan Lanyu's unpredictable power that Yan Lanyu placed in his soul!

Yu Jingzhong staggered up, panting violently, and stretched out his hand to the light shield. With a flash of light, he retracted, followed his fingertips to the palm of his palm, and condensed into a dazzling five-pointed star, and saw that each horn was radiating, engraved with dense and unrecognizable complex spells.

Yu Jingzhong clenched his palms, leaned over and hugged Yan Lanyu tightly in his arms.

"Don't... don't be afraid," his voice was so hoarse that it was illegible, "Don't be afraid, this will take you home."

The rough wind left a long-lasting pain like a knife cut on his face. The sharp gravel on the ground penetrated the sole of the shoe, and every time he fell his foot, he pressed heavily on the sole of his foot. Walked forward in the shaking.

At this moment, the bushes on the edge of the pit moved.

Immediately afterwards, half of the incomplete dragon head lifted up from the black shadow, and it was almost blown to pieces, with its fangs and branches wide open.

Yu Jingzhong stopped and faced the leader. At that moment, his heart was unusually calm, there was no fear at all, and he even felt a little calm.

Yan Lanyu's life in his arms was quickly losing, and they either rushed to get away together before the last moment, or they died here together.

There is nothing to be afraid of, the worst outcome is nothing more than that.

The three blood eyes on the dragon's head were already dimmed at this moment, but the one in the middle suddenly lit up in the dark, emitting a hideous red light. Immediately, a red light projected a figure in the void, which was very blurry at first, and slowly became clear within a few seconds, and the facial features and clothes and figure all showed familiar outlines.

Yu Jingzhong took a breath.

I saw that man fell to the ground from the red light, waved his hand very casually, and smiled: "—— yo."

He is about 30 or 40 years old, wearing a simple kimono and yukata, loose, showing a strong neck and chest. There are blood stains on his body and cuffs, and he looks a little embarrassed, but the demeanor of his smile still looks very relaxed and relaxed.

"Tsk tusk, Xiao Lanyu." He shook his head seemingly regretful, and said, "In the end you still breached the contract."

Yu Jingzhong narrowed his eyes coldly.

He recognized it.

The man in front of him is the soul of the devil dragon, the only living tantric master in the history of Japanese Yin and Yang Tao, Tian Qizhi!