The mountain gate of Daoman's house was closed, and no one was seen standing guard in front of the door. otbnkotgt Looking up, this mountain, which is not high, is surrounded by aura.
The woods on the mountain are not clean either, and there is a faint hint of evil spirit.
I smiled and said, "It looks simple, but it's actually not simple.
It's quite interesting."
Luo Qiong stepped forward and pressed the doorbell, only to hear a "beep" sound.
Voices came from the doorbell.
I leaned over and said, "I'm here to see Daoman Sanyun."
Luo Qiong asked from the side: "Brother Shan, can they understand Chinese?"
I smiled and said, "He knows we are here even if he doesn't understand."
Just as the sound from the doorbell disappeared, many people suddenly walked out of the house halfway up the mountain.
They are all wearing black suits.
People who don't know this look may think they are Japanese gangsters.
I rushed to the door and stood in two rows.
A middle-aged man in his forties wearing sunglasses and a single ponytail took a few steps forward.
He opened the wooden door and saw me.
He bowed to me and said, "please go up the mountain." gesture.
I nodded and immediately walked into the door of Daoman's house.
Go up slowly along the stone steps.
The mountain is not very high, so I walked up only about a hundred meters to reach the main entrance of the house.
There were people in black suits on both sides of the road.
There was about one meter between each person, and there were two people on the left and right in total.
Hundreds of people.
I stood at the front door.
The door had been opened.
In the hall, Dao Man Sanyun was wearing a black onmyoji costume and was drinking tea.
The fat man next to me sneered and said, "You're not afraid of the cold."
I smiled and walked forward.
Go, stand at the gate but don't step inside.
When you raise your head, you see black words engraved on the door frame, telling the fat man not to move, with a faint sneer on his face.
He opened his mouth and said: "I originally thought that the Japanese would not do this, but it seems that I was wrong.
Senior Daoman, what does this mean?
Why did you put a dirt curse on the door?"
Daoman Sanyun smiled and said: "This mud curse is not specially cast for you.
It is just to prevent mice from getting in in the middle of the night.
If it is inconvenient for you, I can have someone remove it first."
He waved his hand as he spoke , the two people next to me walked up immediately, but at this time I waved my hand and said, "No, I'll come in by myself."
As he spoke, he raised his head and looked at the dirt curse engraved on the door frame, and said: "The dirt curse was created by a Taoist priest named Ruhuazi in the South during the Southern Tang Dynasty.
It was inspired by the special clay used by the ancient witch tribe.
Technique.
The ancient shamans used mud plus special potions or the blood of various monsters to create special mud.
This kind of mud has special effects.
Some mud is even more poisonous than poison when applied to people.
Horrible.
I once rubbed this special dirt on my weapons.
It is often used in wars between tribes.
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Ruhuazi obtained the mud formula used by a certain tribe, and then improved it.
Combining these mud formulas with spells, and using special mud to carve spells, it can be very powerful.
And the terrible effect.
The spell is to strengthen the effect of mud, but different tribes use different witchcraft, so the effect of mud is also different.
If you don't know the formula or details, you don't know the effect of this mud spell. ” As I spoke, my finger was already on the door frame, my fingernail slid lightly, and the mud curse was activated immediately, and streaks of black air flowed downwards along my finger.
Finally it slowly wrapped around my arm.
The people next to him and Daoman Sanyun across from him looked over attentively.
Although they only broke a mud curse, the meaning behind it was extraordinary.
If it takes a lot of effort to even get in, it may be difficult to gain the upper hand during negotiations or even negotiations.
The game has started long ago The black air that wrapped around my arm gave off a faint smell of earth.
The next second, my arm burned with terrifying flames, and the light black air instantly turned into terrifying thick smoke.
I then slowly clenched my fists and chuckled: "That's almost it.
I'll give you a fire."
As soon as I finished speaking, the flames suddenly made a "zizz" sound, and then I ran my fingers across the dirt curse on the door.
The movement was done in one go without any pause or difficulty.
When the arm came back to me, I made a small fist and the flame disappeared.
At the same time, the mud curse was broken at this moment, and the words and spells carved on the door frame also fell down at this moment.
"You can go in now."
I raised my feet and walked into the house.
Daoman Sanyun's eyes have been on me from the moment I broke the spell on the door frame.
After we sat down, he asked with a smile: "Which teacher in China did you learn the spell from?"
I smiled and said, "Most of the time I am self-taught." "507 is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger.
I know that Director Sha has a group of smart and capable generals, and their reputation has even spread to Japan.
What do you call them?"
"My name is Ba Xiaoshan.
I have heard of the reputation of the Daoman family a long time ago.
After all, I am a descendant of the Daoman family.
You can be said to be a representative figure in the entire Japanese Onmyoji world."
I was polite.
"Since you are here today, it means that you have agreed to my previous request.
Let's work together to drive the ancient dragon fire out of Japan."
Before he finished speaking, I asked first: "Before discussing the specific cooperation matters, I I want to visit your Daoman home first, I don’t know if it’s possible.”
The old man Daoman Sanyun obviously didn't expect that I would change the topic to this, but since I, the guest, made this request, he had no reason to refuse, and immediately stood up and said: "In that case, then I will Let me show you around our Daoman home first, please come here.”
The Doman family is the most famous onmyoji family in Japan.
As an Onmyoji family with a long history, there must be many secrets hidden here.
On the one hand, I did this to observe the old man Daoman Sanyun again, and on the other hand, it was out of curiosity.
I wonder how much foundation such a powerful family has.
"This is the Yuanshou Hall.
It is used to display the spiritual tablets of the ancestors of our Daoman family, as well as some of the magical tools and deeds they used during their lifetimes.
Our Daoman family has always been a true Onmyoji family.
Compared with Some rely on monsters or simply Compared with the so-called greatest Onmyoji who colluded with the Nine-tailed Fox, our Daoman family should enjoy more and better glory."
Daoman Sanyun stopped me from entering Yuanshou Hall, "Outsiders of Yuanshou Hall.
You can’t enter, you can look outside.”
I nodded.
I glanced inside, and I seemed to notice that there were many eyes in Yuanshou Hall looking at us, as if looking at each other.
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At this moment, I felt many existences hidden in the darkness in Yuanshou Hall.
Then he smiled and said, "Well, everyone."
"Ahead is the place where we practice.
The people who greet you today are all onmyojis of our Daoman family.
After the Meiji Restoration, our Daoman family changed its family motto and allowed the recruitment of disciples with different surnames.
However, the assessment is very strict, and only those who truly possess Only those with the talent of Onmyoji can become disciples of our Daoman family."
He led us into a dojo-like place, and after opening the door, we could see many people sitting in the room.
They were all meditating with their eyes closed, and did not open their eyes when they heard the sound.
Daoman Sanyun walked in, clapped his hands and said, "Get up and welcome the guests from China."
He said it once in Chinese and once in Japanese, and a group of Onmyoji opened their eyes.
The fat man said from behind: "Why do you look at Onmyoji like a soldier?"
I smiled and looked at the booklet they were practicing on the ground.
I couldn’t read the Japanese, but it seemed to be the basic skills of a certain Taoist sect.
Daoman Sanyun signaled us to take off our shoes, enter the dojo, and sit down cross-legged.
The teacher here invited several disciples to demonstrate spells.
Most of the performances were small spells that were not very popular on the stage, such as observing spirits and moving objects.
It's not that powerful.
The visible spirit body is only a rough outline, and the ones that move are only coins.
The fat man laughed and said: "What kind of skill is this?
Can you still fight with this?"
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