Where the wind chimes sound, there is a god

Chapter 42 Paper Man
It happened that Lao Wu came back at this time. When he saw Shen Bao Niang, a smile immediately appeared on his face. But when he saw Shen Bao Niang with disheveled clothes, dull eyes and pale face, he became a little confused.

He stepped forward to greet him and asked hurriedly, "Master Shen, what's wrong with you?"

Shen Baoniang's pupils began to dilate, and a hoarse "Kill!" came out of her throat that was stuck with something.

“Kill…ho…kill!”

She suddenly stretched out her arms and grabbed Chengze's neck, then lifted him into the air with amazing strength.

Chengze was so scared that he struggled desperately with his hands to pry open the hand that was strangling his neck, but he found that the hand was as hard as stone and he couldn't open it at all.

Old Wu was so frightened by this scene that his heart was beating very fast. He was no longer sure whether the person in front of him was still a human or not. Aunt Liu in the kitchen heard the noise and came out to see, and immediately shouted: "Master! What are you doing!"

She even forgot about the kitchen knife in her hand and rushed forward with it. The ordinary village woman pushed Shen Baoniang away with her strong body and knocked her to the ground. Chengze also struggled down with a flushed face and hurriedly ran into the house.

Shen Bao Niang, who was knocked down, stood up in the air without supporting herself like a puppet. Her dilated pupils reflected Aunt Liu as she rushed forward.

At this moment, the talisman pasted on the door suddenly ignited without wind, and a blue light shot towards Shen Baoniang, knocking her out the door.

"Oh? A house-protecting talisman?"

An old man with a hunched back, holding a bunch of thin threads in his hand, stroked his beard, looked towards the yard, and walked in.

Old Wu protected Aunt Liu and Chengze in front of him, and said with a barely trembling voice: "You quacks, why don't you retreat quickly? My young master will be back soon, are you really not afraid?"

"Hahaha…"

"Hahaha…"

"afraid?"

A short braided kid walked into the yard laughing. He was no more than six feet tall, as short as a dwarf, and his voice sounded a little strange androgynous.

"We, the four guests from the South, have never been afraid of anything!"

The little boy stretched out his hand and rang the bell in his hand. Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew and vivid paper figurines walked out of the alley.

Aunt Liu had lost her courage and pointed at the villains in fear, saying, "Yes, those villains in the back alley."

"Little ghost, hurry up. Tang Pozi and the other two should have stopped that man. We just need to find that elixir or capture these people to threaten him."

"understood!"

The braided boy rang a bell, and the paper figures rushed forward with strange smiles.

The few remaining talismans in the four corners of the yard were all activated by the evil spirit and transformed into blue rays of light that shattered the paper boys and girls.

But because of this, they all caught fire without any wind.

The hunchbacked old man smiled and said, "Watch me."

After saying that, he picked up the thread in his hand, chanted a spell silently, stretched out his hand and twisted it, and three threads flew out and stabbed at them.

The three of them were so scared that they retreated into the house and even closed the door.

But these three silk threads can pass directly through the door panel and be tied around the back of their necks.

At the critical moment, a black shadow swept over and threw away the three silk threads, and the ball of thread in the old man's hand also retreated.

But they saw a long, pure black snake on the ground in front of the door, with its upper body raised high, its tongue sticking out, and it was staring at them coldly with its pair of vertical pupils.

The braided kid asked in surprise: "Is this a guardian snake?"

"Don't worry about it. Look at me, I'll take care of it. It's just a beast." The hunchbacked old man took out a leather bag from his waist with a gloomy face, opened the bag with both hands, and called out, "Evil beast, come in quickly!"

Then, thick yellow smoke came out of the pocket and rolled towards the black snake.

Beichen Jun raised his head and let out a hissing sound. A faint starlight suddenly appeared on the snake's head. A pure white light suddenly shot out of its mouth and pierced a big hole in the yellow leather bag. The thick smoke immediately disappeared.

"You evil beast, you actually broke my magic weapon!"

The hunchbacked old man looked at the fist-sized hole and became furious. He crossed three fingers, pointed four fingers at each other, and chanted a strange spell, shouting, "Weave a hundred silk puppets, and gather them into my puppet!"

As soon as he finished speaking, hundreds of silk threads flew out from his body and wrapped around the black snake.

Beichen Jun was not afraid at all. He transformed himself into a huge black python. The snake's body was thicker than that of an adult man. The image of the Seven Stars appeared on the huge snake head. It twisted its body and was ready to pounce.

This scene frightened the pigtailed child so much that he almost lost his balance. He hurriedly rang the bell and chanted, "Hurry up and obey the command! All ghosts, listen up!"

The paper figures behind him suddenly grew larger, several inches taller than ordinary people, and rushed forward fearlessly.

But a paper man is just a paper man. Even if it is blessed with evil magic, it is still weak.

Beichen Jun swept his tail, and the terrifying force immediately crushed seven or eight paper figures.

But immediately hundreds of silk threads entangled its body. One by one, the silk threads grew out from the old man's back and then tightly entangled Beichen Jun's body. No matter how it struggled, it could not get rid of these strange silk threads.

"Shh!"

A dazzling sword light slashed down from the air, cutting these seemingly tough silk threads into two pieces.

A man in a green shirt flew down from the eaves. He had a handsome face and an upright figure. He stood in front of the giant python with a sword in his hand.

"Rumble..."

Thunder sounded again, and raindrops fell from the gloomy clouds, soaking the ground.

The old ghost's spell was broken, and his blood surged. He felt a sweetness in his throat, but he held it back and asked calmly, "Are you the practitioner who claims to be the descendant of Yuling?"

"Who are you?" Chen Beimo, who came flying over, asked coldly.

"We are known as the Southern Four in the Jianghu. We are ranked 83rd on the Divine Officials List."

The braided kid threatened, "How did you get rid of the sugar lady and the other two?"

Chen Beimo laughed, put away his sword, and said, "Of course they used bribes. They have already obtained the Deliverance Elixir and embezzled it."

"What! These two bastards!" The braided kid yelled, turning around and asking, "Old ghost, what should we do?"

The old ghost was much more polite and said, "I wonder if you could give us three or five elixirs? We will leave immediately!"

"Not impossible." Chen Beimo's expression softened as he said with a smile, "As long as you guys don't bother me anymore."

The two men's faces suddenly lit up with joy, and their vicious murderous intent disappeared. It would not be too late to kill after getting the thing.

As he spoke, he took something out from his sleeve, which turned out to be a string of golden bells.

Chen Beimo shouted expressionlessly: "The chaos of the mortal world will destroy your soul!"

The golden bell rang, and golden sound waves swept away. The faces of the two men changed instantly, and they cast spells to protect themselves as they had been prepared.

But this golden sound wave passed through the paper man, through the layers of silk threads, and swept into the minds of the two people. It was as if the sky was falling and the earth was splitting apart. Their heads hurt so much that they felt as if they were being torn apart. They didn't care about anything else and just rolled on the ground holding their heads. However, after a burst of sound waves, the two people were still breathing, paralyzed on the ground, and could only beg for mercy.

Chen Beimo didn't listen to their excuses. He swung the Water-Repelling Sword and cut off the heads of the two men one after another. Then he stabbed them in the heart several times. Finally, worried that there might be some kind of soul or something, he pierced the two men's spirit platform with a sword.

The yard was covered in blood, but it was black blood. Their bodies turned into black smoke and floated into the air.

Chen Beimo waved his sleeves and used the Kanshui Qi to clear away the filth in the yard, and then he carried the unconscious Shen Baoniang back to the house.

Only then did Lao Wu dare to open the door with confidence and bowed, "Young Master, you are mighty! Young Master, you are mighty!"

Beichen shrank back again, hid in a corner and disappeared.

"Get up, are you three okay?"

"It was a close call! Fortunately, the young master had a brilliant plan, otherwise if he was a step later, we would have..."

Lao Wu replied nervously.

Seeing that he was able to remain clear-headed after witnessing so many mysterious and evil arts, Chen Beimo could not help but praise him, "Well done. You even knew to hide in the house so that I wouldn't be distracted."

Go clean up the yard and pick up all the things from those people and show them to me."

"Yes! Master!"

Lao Wu and Aunt Liu went to the yard to clean up.

Chengze was frightened to the point of fainting, but luckily he was not seriously injured.

Chen Beimo felt Shen Baoniang's pulse and fortunately she was still alive.

He checked and found that Shen Baoniang was controlled by evil magic, which was very similar to the legendary puppetry.

Similar to the shadow play and puppets in ordinary markets, people and objects can be controlled remotely.

Chen Beimo used the sword to cut a gash in Shen Baoniang's neck, and black blood flowed out. He grabbed a silk thread buried in the neck, then took out the Du'e Lingdan and fed it to his aunt. After her breathing stabilized, he closed the door and walked out.

At this time, Lao Wu had already walked in holding a few things.

"Master, look, these are all the things left of those weirdos."

Chen Beimo glanced over and saw the bell of the braided boy, some silk threads, a few paper figures, a jade wall, and the rest were some useless things.

"You have been frightened quite a bit, go and have a good rest."

"Yes, thank you, Master!"

Lao Wu retreated, and Chen Beimo looked at the three things. The bell was different from his magic bell. It was just an ancient artifact tainted with evil spirits.

That thread was also an evil object, but it was made of some precious gem.

Chen Beimo closed his eyes and scanned the remaining jade wall with his spiritual sense, and found that there were suddenly many more things in his mind.

Is this... a jade treasure for passing on Dharma?
Tens of thousands of small words appeared in Chen Beimo's mind. He read them one by one and realized that this was a Taoist magic.

It is similar to the Taoist practice of turning beans into soldiers, the legendary Taoist soldiers.

However, this method requires the orthodox ancient magic to activate it, and the braided boy obviously does not belong to this kind of inheritance, so it can only be replaced by evil methods, making the paper man a useless thing.

It records this evil method, if there is no ancient method of Qi, then ghost magic is used. Use crow as ink, mix with cinnabar, pearl powder, snake blood, and dot the eyes at a specific time, and these paper figures can be awakened, move when hearing a bell, and rest when the bell stops.

Chen Beimo felt that he had picked up a good thing. Others did not have the ancient Qi, but he did.

Moreover, paper figures are most afraid of water and fire. If he uses his Kanshui Qi as the source, he will not be afraid of water and fire. If he makes hundreds of paper figures, wouldn't it be like throwing beans to create soldiers?

The next day, at dawn, everyone in Tingyu Pavilion got up.

After what happened last night, the three of them were in awe of Chen Beimo to the core. After all, those legendary immortal cultivation spells were happening around them, and anyone would be shocked.

Chen Beimo specifically told them not to reveal anything outside, otherwise they would bring disaster upon themselves.

After Shen Baoniang woke up, she thought it was just a dream, and Lao Wu and the other two concealed what happened yesterday under Chen Beimo's instructions.

After taking the elixir to get rid of all the evil in her body, Shen Baoniang felt much more relaxed. When she looked in the mirror, she looked radiant and her beauty was even more beautiful than before.

Chen Beimo was studying the art of making paper figurines in the attic. He also cut out five little figures himself, which took him three to five days to complete.

This is because the steps of folding and assembling this paper man are too complicated, and each piece of paper can be said to be half a talisman, which needs to be nurtured with magical Qi.

But fortunately, he used a proper method, which was not that difficult. He did not need to use the lowest quality paper figurines, but carefully crafted figurines.

Chen Beimo looked at the five paper figures on the table, which were not even as thick as a palm. He smiled and cut his finger, dripping five drops of blood. Then he urged the magic formula in his mind and shouted: "Tongxuan Shangluo, the magic qi is the guide, command the supernatural power, hurry up and obey the command! Get up!"

As soon as he finished speaking, five streams of Kanshui magic Qi flew out, and the five paper figures instantly came to life, each turning into the size of an ordinary person, with expressionless faces and stiff movements.

The paper Taoist soldiers' greatest strength is their strength. There is magical energy flowing on their bodies, making it difficult to be hurt by ordinary swords and knives. This makes up for the fact that they are afraid of water and fire.

With just these five paper figures, he only needs to distract himself to control one or two of them and they will be more terrifying than the top masters in the martial arts world!
The only thing that he feared was flying needles and other things that could break the energy and release the qi. Once pierced, his energy would be easily lost, and he wouldn't be able to hold on for long before losing his energy and returning to his original state.

It’s a pity that I didn’t inherit the old ghost’s legacy, otherwise it would be very interesting to control the puppets.

Speaking of these four people, Nan Sike and Xuan Hui, they killed people just to ask me for the elixir, so I think they are definitely not good people.

There is also the God List, which I think is some kind of ranking of practitioners, most likely a ranking of people in the first realm. Otherwise, how could these four little people with little magical powers be on the list?

As for the power of the magic bell, Chen Beimo has observed it this time and found that for ordinary people, shaking it would mean death.

But this soul-destroying power cannot directly kill cultivators. Most of this is because the magic bell does not have enough ancient mortal energy to grow. If it absorbs enough ancient mortal energy to grow, its power will naturally increase greatly.

He practices Fa Qi every night, but at this rate, his strength won't increase much in thirty to fifty years.

If you want to improve your strength, you still need to rely on the magic bell.

Kan water is the essence of all waters in the world. It is good at gathering the water from rivers to form surging rivers and mighty oceans.

Kanshan is good at being in the queen position, so these behind-the-scenes tactics are indispensable.

Chen Beimo heard the news that Lao Wu got from casual chatting that day.

The second son of the Wuxing Marquis's mansion fell seriously ill and died yesterday. His young wife was also overly sad and committed suicide.

Chen Beimo couldn't help but sigh that the cruelty in the mansion was no less than that outside.

Just as he was thinking about it, a luxurious carriage stopped outside the door, and the eldest son of the Bo Mansion, who had recovered, came to Tingyu Pavilion in a noble manner.

(September 15)

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