Where the wind chimes sound, there is a god

Chapter 57: Ice Sculpture Jade Dew
"The Ming Dynasty was established by six emperors.

At that time, he rode six dragons to control the sky. The changes of the Qian Dao made everyone correct their nature and life, and maintained harmony. This was beneficial and righteous. He was the first to produce all things, and all nations were peaceful and prosperous.

The magic plate in Linghu Chu's hand suddenly burst out with a huge dark yellow light column that shot up into the sky and shot into the dark clouds and heavy snow, alarming many people in the city to come and watch.

He pointed to the magic plate again and chanted: "Nineth day, the hidden dragon should not be used!"

Low dragon roars were heard from the altar.

He read again: "Nine two, see the dragon in the field!"

The aura of wealth and nobility emanating from the dignitaries below the altar was drawn into the formation.

As he cast the spell, Chen Beimo, as the assistant, saw much more than the ordinary people.

Nine on top, one on the left, three on the right, seven on the right, two and four are shoulders, six and eight are feet, and five is in the center. So the Qian Yuan Nine Changes will eventually fall on the number nine and five, just as the flying dragon is in the sky and opens when it sees the sun.

Sure enough, when Linghu Chu cast the spell to the ninth level, he used all his strength to mobilize the magical energy in his body. A strong wind blew, and a green and yellow illusory dragon rose from the magic circle, circling up to the sky, roaring towards the sky, and the sound shook the sky above Yunzhou City.

Linghu Chu was sweating all over, and his strength was almost exhausted. He shouted, "Fellow Daoist Chen, it's now!"

Chen Beimo understood what he meant, opened his mouth and unfolded the Shui Miao Yun Palace. The heavy snow from the sky poured into the mist, turning into frost and mist, cold fish and shrimps, ice pythons and white dragons.

The cold energy of the entire Yunzhou City was drawn here by the Qianyuan Jiuyi, and poured into the mist transformed by Chen Beimo. For a moment, fish and shrimps surrounded it, and snakes and dragons were terrifying, which frightened the onlookers.

When Linghu Chu saw this scene, he couldn't help but marvel at the strength of the person in front of him. This kind of magic can only be performed by a fifth-grade practitioner.

He took this opportunity to activate the Qianyuan formation, which radiated a mysterious and yellow light, gathering the energy of rising sun, ready to disperse all the cold energy in the city.

But at this moment, a man wearing a fiery red robe and covering his face floated up from the sky outside Yunzhou City and sneered, "Lihuo is Yin, how can it be Yang?"

The man stretched out his hand and a cauldron flew out from his palm. The cauldron was purple and red, and two colors of blazing fire were burning. He shouted softly: "See Yang Kai, return to the cauldron to hide the dragon. Come!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the precious tripod opened, and immediately the Qianyuan Shengyang Dragon Elephant in the city was taken into the tripod.

On the altar, Linghu Chu was shocked and angrily asked, "Who are you, you dare to act so rashly?"

He soared into the sky, holding a longbow, pulling the string and shooting towards the sky. Blue energy gathered, and cold murderous intent condensed at the tip of an arrow, which shot into the sky with a whoosh.

Outside the city, the man in the fire robe saw the arrow coming, and with a thought, he used the precious tripod to block it in front of him to protect it.

"boom…"

The precious tripod was thrown backwards and fell, and the man in the fire robe was also smashed into the ground.

On the city wall, Linghu Chu held the Qingming Xun bow in his hand and looked coldly at the man in the fire robe, saying, "The Niaopo Holy Fire Sect of Wu dares to come to our Great Jin to make trouble?"

The man in the fire robe was slightly surprised. Seeing the precious bow in his hand, he said, "It turns out to be Linghu Gongshe's famous Qingming Xun bow.

Humph, I will not accompany you any longer!"

After saying this, the precious tripod opened and turned into flames and escaped.

Linghu Chu's face turned terribly dark. He had no time to chase after the guardian of the Holy Fire Sect and hurried back to the altar.

However, he saw that the altar had completely turned into an altar of ice, and the practitioner of the Kanshui Taoist school had also completely turned into an ice sculpture.

"Sir, what's going on? Why is the snow getting heavier?" Sun Zheng was old and shivering from the cold, but he still asked anxiously.

“This is really bad.” Linghu Chu sighed, “Originally, I wanted to use the Qianyuan Shenglong hexagram to break through this cold and icy sky, but I didn’t expect that the people of the Holy Fire Sect took advantage of it and drained all the Shengyang Qi from Yunzhou City.

Now that we have lost the Yang Qi and the Lihuo Earth Qi, Yunzhou City will turn into an ice city within ten days at most, and no one will survive. "

"Ah? What? What should we do?" Do we have to move with our entire family?"

"Is there really no other solution, sir? We are all citizens of this city after all. Please think of another solution."

A group of nobles made urgent appeals, and even the common people who came to watch the fun were shocked when they heard this. Looking at the altar that had turned into an ice platform, some people also discovered that the person on the stage was Chen Beimo.

"Hey, isn't that the person on the stage Mr. Chen who has been distributing porridge these days?"

"Yeah, how come you're all frozen like ice men?"

After a moment of confusion, Prefect Fu came to his senses and shouted, "Everyone be quiet."

Everyone stopped talking.

He asked in a deep voice: "Supervisory, is there really no solution at all?"

Linghu Chu shook his head and sighed, "Unless the real person takes action, the wind and snow will naturally melt away immediately.

As a result, Fellow Daoist Chen was also frozen by the cold air all over the sky. I'm afraid he is beyond help!"

"Chen... he is beyond saving?" Prefect Fu paused, a little surprised, "Is this snowstorm so overbearing?"

"Alas, I was wrong about this. Originally, the wind and snow in this area of ​​dozens of miles were suppressed by the Qi of Qianyuan Shengyang. Fellow Daoist Chen was just a trigger, so there was no danger.

But because the Holy Fire Sect thugs took away all the Yang Qi, the Hundred Miles of Cold Qi was attracted by the formation, and the Yang Qi was no longer suppressed, so the formation was broken. Fellow Daoist Chen had no time to finish his work, and was invaded by the Hundred Miles of Cold Qi. Not to mention Kanshui, even the monks in Songxue Temple of the Cold Qi sect would be turned into ice sculptures in an instant. "

Linghu Chu felt a little guilty, but he still asked, "Does Brother Chen have any relatives or followers? I'll make amends to alleviate my guilt."

"We've already gone to Mr. Chen's home to summon him." A bailiff replied.

"Then immediately inform all the people in the city to move to Fan County in the northwest, bring as much food and clothing as possible, and return to the city when the ice and snow melt in the spring of next year."

Prefect Fu immediately sent out orders to the government offices to inform the entire city that they were preparing to relocate the entire city in the heavy snow.

Upon hearing this, all the dignitaries dispersed. They were all from large families, and they had gold, silver, treasures, property and houses that all needed to be arranged. It was much more troublesome for them to relocate than for ordinary people.

Zhang Yunsheng, the eldest son of the Wuxing Marquis's mansion, stood blankly under the ice platform and said sadly, "My benefactor, I will take care of your funeral affairs."

He was just a nobleman without real power and without much ability. He only ordered his attendants, "Take down Mr. Chen's... body and transport it to Mr. Chen's residence."

"Yes, young master!" Immediately, a servant went up to the cold altar and tried to lift the sitting figure down.

But he found that it was difficult to move it at all. The servant said helplessly: "Sir, it seems that Mr. Chen has merged with the entire altar. He can't move it at all."

Linghu Chu, who was about to leave, saw this scene and couldn't help but say: "This cold energy is connected to the earth and can no longer be moved. Let's wait until the ice and snow melt next year before holding the funeral."

In the heavy snow, a group of people hurriedly walked in, led by a beautiful woman in purple robe and cloud-like hair, followed by a group of servants. They walked through the snow curtain to the front of the stage. A young man hurriedly went on stage to wipe off the fallen snow, revealing Chen Beimo, who looked like an ice sculpture.

Seeing this scene, the beautiful woman in the lead felt dizzy and her vision went dark. She exclaimed, "Mo'er!
Mo'er, what happened to you?" Seeing this, a group of servants cried and knelt down.

When Linghu Chu saw the group of people, he asked, "Who are these people?"

Although Zhang Yunsheng was dissatisfied with the person in front of him, he still replied: "It is Mr. Chen's relative, the woman is his aunt, and the young man on the stage is his lay apprentice.

There is also a senior brother who roams the world, and these are all Mr. Chen’s closest relatives.”

Linghu Chu stepped forward to comfort him, "Please accept my condolences. This is something that was unforeseen."

Wang Chengze's eyes turned red and he angrily asked, "You are the one who made my master like this?
"

"It's my fault." Linghu Chu did not refute, and said: "But it was not my fault."

Shen Baoniang's face was covered with tears that turned into ice. She cried, "Mo'er, you can't leave. How can I explain this to your master in the underworld? Come home with me quickly, and don't sit here in the ice and snow.

Dabao and Xiaobao, Dawang and Xiaowang, quickly take them home to the young master!"

"Yes, Master!"

The four of them hurried forward and also wanted to move the ice sculpture.

Linghu Chu watched the group of people pulling hard in the snow and couldn't help but frown and said, "I've already said that if this cold energy doesn't melt, we can't move.

Daoyou Chen's body can suppress the cold energy here and cannot be moved. Once it moves, the whole city will be turned into ice men by the extremely cold cold energy within a day."

After hearing this, no one else dared to lift their heads.

Shen Bao Niang turned around, frowning, and said coldly, "It is you, a Taoist priest, who caused my nephew to be frozen into an ice man in this icy and snowy place. How dare you stay here?"

Linghu Chu was a high-ranking cultivator, and had never been scolded like this by a mortal woman. But now he felt guilty and could only endure it.

He just said, "You should go back home first, pack up your belongings and flee. Otherwise, you will freeze to death in the ice and snow. I'm afraid that when the spring comes next year, there will be no relatives to collect your body.

I will report this to the imperial court and request that Chen Daoyou be conferred the title of City God of Yunzhou City, and that he ascend to the throne of deity.

If Daoist Brother Chen still has a spirit, perhaps he will be able to appear in the world in the future after receiving incense and offerings, and you and your family can meet again."

Shen Bao Niang said angrily: "My nephew is a good person. He is kind and helpful to the people. He has never done anything evil. The people in this city are not protected by your court, but you want to find my nephew, a child who is not even twenty years old, to do it.

How can this be justified? What is the use of you officials? What kind of Taoism are you practicing as a Taoist priest?
"You caused my nephew to lose his life, and then you use some kind of god position to silence people. If there is really a soul still alive, my nephew is also a cultivator, how can his soul and body disappear?"

Linghu Chu was slightly stunned by what he said. He didn't expect that this woman was not easy to fool. He really couldn't sense that Chen Beimo was angry, but if spiritual thoughts and souls were only possessed by third-grade cultivators, it would be impossible for a seventh or eighth-grade cultivator to have any spiritual thoughts left.

"How dare you! Is what I said true?" Linghu Chu shouted coldly, "The people of the city are safe and sound. Fellow Daoist Chen sacrificed himself for the people. The people of the city will remember his kindness.

How can there be such a foolish woman like you who doesn't understand the big picture?"

The monk was furious and a strong wind blew up, making it impossible for everyone to stand up. Their faces were hurt by the strong wind and they were terrified.

"Why don't you all just disperse and run for your lives instead of staying here and waiting to die?"

Linghu Chu shouted loudly, and his figure disappeared in the snow, and everyone dispersed.

Zhang Yunsheng stepped forward and said, "Madam, you should still be more compassionate. Why don't you move with my family? I'll be able to take care of you on the way."

"No need, thank you for your kindness, young master." Shen Baoniang sat down on the snow with a pale face and said to Wang Chengze: "Chengze, take your valuables and follow the people to Fan County to avoid the disaster."

"Aunt, what about you?" Wang Chengze asked.

"Don't worry about me. You guys go ahead." Shen Bao Niang shook her head and said, "I want to stay here to watch over Mo'er."

"Master has been so kind to me, auntie. If anyone really needs to guard, it should be me who stays by Master's side." Wang Chengze said firmly on his still childish face.

"No, you are not only Mo'er's disciple, but also the heir of the Wang family." Shen Bao Niang said, "Come forward."

Wang Chengze could only move closer and heard his aunt's voice say in a barely audible voice: "You must remember that you are a member of the Wang family of Qishan, a family that has been passed down for hundreds of generations. Without Mo'er, you are the head of the Wang family. Tell the descendants of the bloodline that they must return to the north, to the foot of Qishan, no matter what. The art of making umbrellas must not be lost. This is the mission of the Wang family, and it is also the mission of the bloodline from you onwards."

Hearing this, Wang Chengze was puzzled, but he nodded and said, "Yes, Auntie, I will remember it."

Shen Baoniang raised her voice and said, "Lao Wu, Dabao, Xiaobao, Dawang, Xiaowang, the four of you protect Chengze to Fan County.

Although Mo'er is not here, Mo'er's senior brother is still walking around in the martial arts world. If you dare to betray your master, you will be killed by a sword sooner or later!
You just need to escort Chengze to Fan County, and you don't have to go back to Yunzhou City. Just settle down there and open an umbrella shop. After settling down, Chengze, you can return their indentures, let them become decent citizens, and give them a few acres of good land, which will be enough for you to live an ordinary life.

Remember? "

Everyone was delighted when they heard this, and they all said, "Yes, Master."

Everyone left one after another. After Shen Baoniang forcibly drove Wang Chengze away, she sat next to the ice sculpture on the stage.

The sky and the earth were all white, the vast sky, the pure white earth, and there was noise all around, as families fled out of the city carrying food and clothing.

Shen Bao Niang sat alone on the stage. She kept wiping the snow off Chen Beimo's body with her hands to prevent him from being buried in the snow.

There was silence all around, and it gradually became quieter, so quiet that one could almost hear the sound of falling snow.

Shen Baoniang was already shivering from the cold, she shivered and could only shed tears, "Mo'er, it's your aunt who didn't take good care of you.

I know that my uncle passed on the Wang family's secret to you. It has been passed down for hundreds of generations, and the hard work of countless ancestors has been cut off in this area.

Auntie is the eternal sinner of the Wang family! Auntie will accompany you to the underworld. When you face the ancestors of the Wang family, it will all be my fault. "

In a world filled with freezing cold, Chen Beimo's consciousness became increasingly faint. He knew something was wrong the moment the Qian Yuan Sheng Yang Qi was taken away. However, all the cold Qi within a hundred miles poured into the Shui Miao Yun Palace. He was trying to warm the cold Qi with the Kan Yang Water, and he had no time to react before the runaway cold air surged all over his body. It was too late for everything.

Fortunately, the divine lotus of faith in his dantian protected the dantian's magic energy, and the yang energy of Kan water rose, forming a Qianyang area in his body, protecting the last ray of life from the dantian to the heart meridian and then to the spirit platform.

In fact, Linghu Chu had a chance to save himself, but once he left the formation, Yunzhou City would turn into a city of ice and snow in a moment.

Sacrificing one person for the sake of the people is really worth it.

Chen Beimo's mind sank into the rising sun and he couldn't even move his body. He could only look at everyone and everything around him.

Between life and death, Chen Beimo clearly saw that only Shen Baoniang would abandon everything for herself.

Recalling his childhood, his aunt was wearing new makeup and makeup, holding his hand in one hand and his senior brother in the other, and they walked past the river bank where willows were green in the spring breeze. They broke branches to make flutes. The clear and melodious flute sounds floated on the river bank where green willows and white catkins were flying. His aunt smiled like spring dew, with her eyes and eyebrows reflecting waves.

At that time, in his heart, his aunt was the most beautiful woman in the world.

(End of this chapter)