nownovels Chapter 117 Sister Yu's Sweaty Feet Break the Evil!
Chapter 117 Sister Yu's Sweaty Feet Break the Evil!
The porcelain-white eyeball pressed against the crack in the door met Lu Yuan's gaze.
Time seemed to stretch out invisibly in that instant.
There were no pupils in the eyes, only a lifeless, porcelain-white glaze with a cheap sheen.
But Lu Yuan could sense that it was "watching" him.
He scraped his face inch by inch with an inhuman, greedy "gaze".
The gaze lingered longest on the shoulders and chest.
As for why these two places were chosen...
Lu Yuan thought...
Perhaps it's because I have two scars here!
One of them was left behind during the fierce battle with the Wang family of Duanming.
The other mark was the sword wound from Tan Jiji's stab in the back.
In an instant, Lu Yuan understood.
In this illusion of pursuing ultimate "beauty", the scars on his body became the most glaring "flaw".
Outside the door, the soft, rustling sounds suddenly erupted!
The probing was over; it had become intense and rapid, the sound of countless porcelain shards scraping and colliding against each other, frantically converging from all directions. The other side was about to make their move!
At this point, it was too late to set up an altar and perform rituals!
"close the door!"
Lu Yuan said in a low voice.
Wang Cheng'an, who was closest to the door, reacted extremely quickly. He took a step forward and slammed the door shut with all his might.
He immediately used his entire shoulder to brace himself against the door.
Xu Erxiao then swiftly untied the ink line wrapped around his waist.
The thread had been soaked in aged ink, black dog blood, and cinnabar for forty-nine days, making it specifically designed to ward off evil spirits.
He swiftly stretched and pulled the ink lines across the door frame, and with a few crisp "snap" sounds, a series of crisscrossing black marks appeared. A simple "well" shaped door seal was instantly formed.
"Sizzle!"
The moment the ink line fell, an extremely sharp screech erupted outside the door, like a red-hot iron being plunged into a snowdrift.
A few pinkish-white sparks flew from the crack in the door, and the sweet, cloying aroma in the air was instantly mixed with a strong smell of burning. But the crisis was far from over.
The temperature inside the dormitory began to rise strangely and rapidly.
This wasn't the sweltering heat of summer, but a dry, intense heat, still carrying the lingering warmth of a kiln fire.
The old newspapers from the Guangxu era on the wall were curling at a visible speed, turning yellow and carbonizing rapidly, as if they were being baked by invisible flames.
The paste used to plaster the walls emitted a strange, sweet, caramel-like aroma.
Even more alarming, the solid ground beneath their feet began to heat up slightly.
Through the thick soles of the shoes, one could clearly feel the ground gradually hardening and smoothing, its texture transforming into that of a cold kiln bed. "It's accelerating the 'firing' process!"
Shen Shulan frowned, looked around, and spoke in a cold voice.
"This illusion is going to 'fire' us, along with this house, into porcelain!"
As soon as she finished speaking, her entire body suddenly erupted with dazzling silver lightning, the bolts crackling softly as they danced at her fingertips. Celestial Master's Thunder Magic, vanquishing all evil!
She planned to use the most ruthless method to blast a hole in the illusion array!
"Don't rush."
Lu Yuan reached out and gently patted her shoulder, and the leaping lightning calmed down obediently.
"This is just the outer kiln, so we can save some effort."
He looked at the various expressions on the faces of the people in the room and shouted in a deep voice:
"Take out everything you own that you acquired after the Guangxu era, the newer the better!"
Shen Shulan and Lu Yuan's paths to adulthood are completely different.
As a top genius who grew up under the protection of the entire Wuqing Temple, Shen Shulan would certainly not have a time when he directly entered a dangerous situation.
Even if there were lightning strikes, her fellow disciples would help her clear them first, so she was used to directly using lightning magic.
But apart from initially following his father to do odd jobs, Lu Yuan led his own teams to do odd jobs from the beginning.
Basically, once you step outside, you're in a state of isolation and helplessness.
Therefore, the True Swallow Thunder Technique should be used sparingly before meeting the real master.
Of course, this is on the premise that you know how to solve it.
But it was clear that Lu Yuan knew.
Everyone was taken aback at first, then suddenly realized what was going on.
Shen Shulan's first action was to remove the white jade hairpin from her hair.
This hairpin was a gift from her master on her eighteenth birthday. The head of the hairpin was inlaid with a small piece of Western rhinestone, which refracted a cool yet dazzling seven-colored light under the oil lamp. Such a precise rhinestone cutting technique would have been impossible during the Guangxu era.
Tan Jiji blinked and pulled a shiny fountain pen from his tattered trousers.
The pen has a jet-black body, a gold-plated clip, and a line of small characters engraved on the cap: "Commercial Press, 1916".
Xu Erxiao and Wang Chengan exchanged a glance and hurriedly began searching.
Neither of them had anything special on them, so in the end, they each pulled out a Hademen cigarette from their pockets.
Of course, neither of them smokes; these are cigarette cards made from Hademen cigarettes.
After all, these two boys are still quite grown up, and sometimes they think like little kids.
When traveling around the country, if he saw a discarded cigarette box on the roadside and had not collected it before, he would pick it up and put it in his pocket.
Pick it up, remove the excess parts, fold the main body up, and then place it under the large box to press it down.
After being stored for several days, it turned into a flat cigarette card when taken out again.
The Hademen cigarette box features gold-stamped English letters and a portrait of a beautiful woman in a cheongsam.
Lu Yuan then took out his old brass pocket watch that he often used.
Of course, the pocket watch itself is nothing special; the main thing is that there's a small photo of a female celebrity from the Republic of China era pasted inside the watch cover.
This came with the product when it was purchased; it wasn't added by Lu Yuan.
The woman in the photo has a fashionable perm and wears a high-slit cheongsam, with a confident and flamboyant smile.
Then the five people gathered these things on the kang table.
Fountain pen, cigarette card, pocket watch... and Shen Shulan's rhinestone hairpin that shimmered with a light that did not belong to this era.
This is a collection of "strange objects" that could never have appeared in the 23rd year of the Guangxu Emperor's reign.
"Not enough."
Lu Yuan shook his head.
"These are just 'dead objects,' they don't have enough impact. We need 'life.'"
"We need to make this ghostly formation truly 'see' things it can't even comprehend!"
Lu Yuan's gaze fell on Shen Shulan, then turned to Tan Jiji.
"Does your respective sects possess any spells or hand gestures that... don't belong to the old Qing dynasty style, or are even newly created in recent years?" "The newer the better, the more 'strange' the better!"
Shen Shulan frowned in thought, and after a moment, her eyes lit up.
"Yes! Three years ago, my grandmaster returned from his travels in Southeast Asia and, incorporating local witchcraft techniques, created a new spell called the 'Golden Light Spell to Dispel Miasma.' The hand seals are complex, and the incantation sounds strange. The young disciples in the temple all felt that it was... somewhat incongruous."
"But it is indeed remarkably effective in breaking through certain dark and evil obstacles!"
Tan Jiji scratched her head awkwardly:
"It seems...there isn't..."
"Our methods are all passed down through our families..."
Hearing this, Lu Yuan rolled his eyes and said:
"Those who lack ambition will inevitably fail!"
Tan Jiji: "???"
Hey!
How dare you swear!
Then, Lu Yuan looked at Xu Erxiao and Wang Cheng'an beside him and said:
"Erxiao, Cheng'an, since you two haven't learned any new spells, do the simplest one and sing it loudly!"
"Sing the trendy folk songs you've heard in Fengtian City lately, the more colloquial the better, the more 'out of style' the better!"
"You have to sing with that lively, down-to-earth energy, that everyday feeling!"
Xu Erxiao and Wang Cheng'an were taken aback. Xu Erxiao immediately puffed out his chest and shouted:
"I'll sing 'Chicken Kicks Up'~"
...No, it's that the girl is pretty...
Everyone...
As soon as Xu Erxiao finished speaking, Wang Cheng'an, who was standing to the side, became anxious and quickly said:
"No, no, that's all I know how to sing. Try something else!"
Xu Erxiao quickly shook his head and said:
"This is the only one I ever have!!"
Seeing that the two were about to argue over a song, Lu Yuan pointed at Wang Cheng'an and said:
"Just sing the part I usually hum later, it doesn't matter, it's okay if you sing it wrong!"
The next second, Lu Yuan stood in the center of the room, spread his feet apart, focused his energy in his dantian, and faced the door.
He slowly raised his hands, his left hand forming the Meridian Mudra.
His right hand, however, did the opposite, forming an extremely awkward "reverse Bagua seal".
This is a haphazard method that the old man came up with on his own; orthodox Taoist practitioners would curse him if they saw it.
But the old man said, "Sometimes, crooked tricks can break the deadlock."
Then, Lu Yuan began chanting the incantation.
That incantation is not the orthodox pronunciation of any Taoist sect.
Instead, it has a strange accent that mixes a lot of local dialect from outside the Great Wall, and even a few Russian and Japanese words.
This is a "Ten Thousand Evils Repelling Primordial Mantra" that the old man made up himself back in the day when he was mingling in Harbin and dealing with all sorts of people from all walks of life. It's a hodgepodge, but it's incredibly imposing!
"Heaven and earth are boundless, and the universe borrows their power!"
Lu Yuan's voice suddenly rose, booming through the kiln that was "heating up".
"The old forests beyond the Great Wall! The icy slopes of the Volga River! The short, stocky mules of the East!"
"Listen up, all of you!!"
"This place is an illusion"
"Break this for me, Daoist!"
With the final "Break" roared out, Lu Yuan thrust his right hand, holding the "Reverse Bagua Seal," forward with a fierce shove!
"quick!!"
"Keep up!!"
Lu Yuan roared!
Shen Shulan was already poised to act.
She formed hand seals, her ten fingers flying, but at the joints they bent in the opposite direction at a strange angle.
This is precisely that "unorthodox" Golden Light Seal that dispels miasma!
Her lips parted slightly, but the incantation she uttered was earth-shattering, carrying a subtle, melodious tone reminiscent of Lingnan, completely different from the solemnity of the Daoist school:
"Golden light shines brightly, dispelling all darkness!"
"The laws of Southeast Asia have come from across the sea!"
"Sweep away the evil influences and restore my true color!"
"Imperial Edict!"
As the incantation ended, a layer of strange, pale golden runes instantly appeared around her.
The runes twisted and throbbed wildly, possessing both the elegance of Taoist cloud script and the mystery of Sanskrit seed syllables.
It even contains bizarre symbols of Southeast Asian witchcraft, making it a strange, grotesque, and chaotic mess!
At the same time, Xu Erxiao shouted at the top of his lungs.
The song they were singing was the bawdy tune that the brothel girls of Fengtian City loved to hum!
"That girl is so pretty, wearing a high-slit dress."
"With those wavy curls, she'll steal your soul!"
"Forget about those old Qing bastards, Western style is all the rage now."
"Oh my, my dear husband~"
Lu Yuan's eye twitched violently.
Lu Yuan: "????"
Lu Yuan suddenly turned around, looked at Xu Erxiao, and shouted loudly:
"You went to the Breast Palace?!"
Just now, Lu Yuan was wondering what "pretty girl" meant...
Damn it, isn't this the kind of brothel stuff you find in brothels?!
Xu Erxiao's face turned pale with fright, and he shook his head frantically.
"I didn't go!"
"I heard it from Song Yan!"
Lu Yuan: ..…….…”
"continue!"
Then Lu Yuan looked at Wang Cheng'an beside him and glared at him, saying:
Sing!
Wang Chengan jumped in surprise and then yelled at the top of his lungs:
"Sister Yu is crossing the Hun River with a basket!"
"Walking on the bluestone path, every step makes me sway my waist three times~"
She said, "My lord, don't laugh."
"The embroidered shoes got damp during the plum rain season."
In an instant, apart from Lu Yuan and Wang Cheng'an, the other three people in the room, including Shen Shulan who was casting a spell, all froze for a moment.
Wang Chengan continued, his voice growing louder and louder:
"Oh dear, those sweaty feet are so hot they've been soaking in soy sauce for three months straight."
"Oh my, that foot-binding cloth is even better than fermented soybeans!"
"Brother Zhang, the porter at the dock~"
"I just love the smell of Sister Yu's shoes~"
Everyone...
Wang Cheng'an sang with increasing enthusiasm, even incorporating gestures:
"Sister Yu cursed, 'You son of a bitch!'"
"They took off their shoes and hung them up to dry next to the coal pile!"
"The passing CEO covered his nose and ran!"
"She laughed so hard her indigo robe ripped with her hands on her hips!"
This time, even the rapid scraping sounds of porcelain outside the door eerily stopped.
The entire illusion array seemed to fall silent under the aura that seemed to pierce the heavens.
But that's not all!!
Wang Chengan closed his eyes, continuing to roar with a look of ecstasy:
"Don't mind the strong smell, bro!"
"The story of my father digging for ginseng outside the Great Wall~"
"Sweat beads soaked through the thousand layers of soles"
"Seven or eight kittens were raised."
After the song ended, there was absolutely no sound from outside the door...
Tan Jiji, who had no chance to make a move, looked at Wang Cheng'an in front of her, and then at Lu Yuan, her mind blank.
no………
The orthodox Taoist sect outside the Great Wall...
Is that so...?
The orthodox Taoist sects outside the Great Wall, the orthodox Celestial Masters…
Is this how they all exorcise demons and monsters?
Tan Jiji didn't understand.
But I was deeply shocked.
At this moment, Shen Shulan was also stunned.
Her face, so cool and beautiful, held an expression of unprecedented complexity.
Uncle-Master...
He usually seems so aloof and serious...
In private... is this the kind of tune they always hum...?
At this moment, the person who wanted to die the most in the entire room was Lu Yuan.
Oh my god!!!
What's the difference between this and publicly disclosing your entire web browsing history on Earth?!
That's so girly and awful!!
For a moment, Lu Yuan was thinking... Maybe I should just die here today!
Even dying and being reborn would be better than being in this state!
Lu Yuan thought that Wang Cheng'an would at most remember one or two lines of this abstract song and melody that he had only heard on Earth. But...
So Wang Cheng'an actually memorized all of this? ??
Ok……
It was obvious that Lu Yuanren looked down on the dog.
Wang Chengan didn't just write down this much; he wrote down everything.
Then Wang Cheng'an sang again:
"Oil lamps are lit in the shacks along the riverbank~"
"Sweaty feet kept warm with tattered cotton wadding~"
"Sister Yu hums a folk tune~"
"A pungent, steaming, and vibrant atmosphere of life."
The song ended, and silence fell outside the door.
Lu Yuan remained expressionless.
"Chiyu!!"
It's about dispelling illusions!
It's not shameful!!
As this slick, frivolous, vulgar, yet vibrant and irreverent tune echoed through the room...
The pile of "foreign objects" on the kang table completely erupted!
Shen Shulan's rhinestone hairpin, illuminated by the golden light of the broken miasma, refracted an even more dazzling seven-colored brilliance.
Within that light, a fleeting phantom image of a spinning phonograph record flashed by.
Lu Yuan's pocket watch popped open with a "snap," and the photo of a female star from the Republican era on the dial began to ripple slightly.
As if coming to life, the blurry tram shadow in the background of the photo became clear.
On the cigarette boxes belonging to Xu Erxiao and Wang Chengan, the woman in the gold-embossed cheongsam, her eyes sparkling, seemed to be giving a flirtatious wink to the void. All of this "information," "atmosphere," and "imagery" did not belong to the twenty-third year of the Guangxu Emperor's reign.
Like a flood bursting its banks, it crashed violently into this exquisite illusionary array built upon memories of a bygone era!
哢…
Crackling sound...
It cracked!
Hearing this commotion, Lu Yuan was overjoyed; it was about to break!
The first thing to break down was the sound.
The rhythmic, repetitive giggles and the clinking of porcelain coming from the main house suddenly stopped.
Like an old record that skipped a note, stretching and distorting it infinitely until it becomes a sharp, piercing noise.
Next comes the visual aspect.
The old newspapers from the Guangxu era on the wall had their lead type flowing down like melted wax.
The original news headline was distorted into meaningless gibberish.
The heat from the kiln fire beneath their feet suddenly became erratic.
Sometimes it's scalding hot like burning coals, and sometimes it's icy cold like a deep well, switching wildly between the textures of clay and porcelain glaze!
It made a strange "clucking" sound.
The cloying "painted skin" scent in the air was replaced by the smell of Hademen's tobacco, the ink of a fountain pen, and...
Wang Cheng'an's folk song roughly tore apart, stirred up, and completely dispersed the sweaty smell of Yu Jie'er's feet!
The entire illusion array finally collapsed!
"Bang!!"
The wooden door to the dormitory was slammed open from the outside by a tremendous force!
The "well" character seal formed by ink lines broke apart inch by inch, exploding into a cloud of black smoke.
Outside the door, it was no longer a corridor.
It was a distorted, shaking, bizarre, and collapsing scene.
The outline of the inn's courtyard can still be vaguely discerned.
But the manger became a burning kiln.
The windows of the main house no longer revealed the shadows of those women, but the flickering kiln fire.
Most of the moving "figures" had lost their human form, turning into wobbly, pieced-together monsters that made a "crackling" sound as they shattered.
Manager Hu stood in the center of the courtyard, but he was no longer "formed".
Half of his body was still that of the gaunt shopkeeper, while the other half was a rough, unglazed porcelain figurine.
On the porcelain-like face, the features were out of place, and there was a crack in the mouth area, making a strange hoarse sound.
With an unspeakable resentment and fear, he stared intently at Lu Yuan and his group of five.
A piercing scream shattered the collapsing illusion.
Young Master Sun tumbled and crawled out of the main room.
He completely lost the composure he once possessed as a "refined gentleman in a turbulent world".
His pale white silk robe was now filthy.
The thick, paste-like black stains resembled aged kiln ash mixed with rotten rouge, emitting a cloying, foul stench.
But what's most horrifying is his face.
His face was engaged in a bizarre and unparalleled tug-of-war.
The right side of her face still held that breathtakingly beautiful face.
Her skin was as white as jade, and her eyebrows and eyes were like a painting.
But that beauty was lifeless, like a doll in a shop window that was so perfect it was unrealistic, every curve so precise it was breathtaking.
The left side of his face was collapsing rapidly.
The delicate porcelain white faded, revealing a dull gray like inferior clay.
Spiderweb-like cracks covered the area, deepening and widening, and deep within the cracks, there was no flesh or blood.
Only the dark red, gelatinous substance was slowly wriggling, like unfired glaze mixed with congealed blood.
His left eye had become completely porcelainized, and the pupil had shrunk into a trembling black dot.
The left corner of his mouth drooped uncontrollably, dripping clear saliva with a sweet, fishy smell.
That's the "rouge honey" that's keeping the facade intact, and it's starting to leak and fail.
He covered his left cheek with trembling hands, and white porcelain powder fell between his fingers.
That was "porcelain powder bone" that was disintegrating.
Through his fingers, the hidden suture behind his left ear suddenly split open, revealing the rough, grayish-white inner tube beneath, with bits of debris constantly peeling off its edges. "My face... my face!!"
Young Master Sun's voice completely changed.
It was no longer the warm, clear sound of porcelain, but a sharp, hoarse cry mixed with the friction of porcelain shards and the sound of air leaking out.
In his remaining right eye, all composure and sense of superiority had vanished.
All that remained was boundless terror, rage, and the profound shame that ran deep after the pretense was torn away.
He suddenly looked up, and a perfect eye and a broken eye were both fixed on Lu Yuan.
That venomous gaze almost made the air thick with resentment.
"It's you...it's you...you uncouth, despicable peasants!"
"It's ruined...it's ruined my life..."
Before he could finish speaking, he began to cough violently.
What he coughed up wasn't phlegm, but a small clump of pink, viscous substance wrapped in shards of porcelain.
The thing fell to the ground with a hissing sound, and actually corroded a small pit that was emitting blue smoke.
Beside him, the half of the porcelain figurine belonging to Manager Hu made a strange "clucking" sound and remained frozen in place.
She looked at Young Master Sun with resentful eyes, as if blaming him for losing control.
Young Master Sun swayed as he straightened up and slowly released his grip.
He looked at the fine cracks that were beginning to appear on the back of his hand, then looked up at Lu Yuan and the other four.
As his gaze swept over Shen Shulan's aloof and stunningly beautiful face, a twisted spark of jealousy and greed instantly erupted in his right eye. "I spent seventy years... a full seventy years!!!"
He roared hoarsely, his voice echoing loudly in the shattered illusion.
"Every day at midnight I drank 'Painted Skin Elixir,' at 1 AM I used the 'Hundred Beauties Mirror' to groom myself, and at 3 AM I used 'Rouge,' made with my virgin blood, to paint my lips..." "I was extremely careful, as if walking on thin ice!"
"It was so hard... so hard to get this 'snow-white skin and porcelain bones' to be 70% compatible with my soul and spirit!"
"I'm just 30% away from achieving that perfect perfection, and I'll be a truly flawless porcelain body!"
"Never aging, never dying, never decaying, never fading!!"
He became more and more agitated as he spoke, his perfect right face contorted with rage, while his ravaged left face twitched even more violently.
Dark red, gelatinous substance seeped from the cracks, like tears of blood, and streamed down her cheeks.
"But you...you bunch of preserved meat convicts who appeared out of nowhere!"
"Those vulgar, offensive songs, those crudely made foreign gadgets, have defiled my 'pure and spotless realm'!" "They've disrupted the auspicious time! They've ruined my spiritual practice!!"
He suddenly spread his arms wide and let out a shriek that was beyond human comprehension!
The next second, a line of blood-red text clearly appeared before Lu Yuan's eyes.
[Type: Beauty Porcelain - Partially Destroyed]
[Cultivation: Seventy Years]
Weaknesses: Lightning, Electricity, Fire, Water
【Danger Level: ★★】
Lu Yuan raised an eyebrow.
That's it?
Four-star Karami?
The moment the thought arose, something unexpected happened!
The system interface in front of Lu Yuan crashed instantly, as if it had been infected by the most vicious computer virus!
Behind that single line of text panel, hundreds and thousands of identical blood-red panels popped up like a geyser!
They piled up layer upon layer, pressing against each other, instantly filling Lu Yuan's entire field of vision. Countless blood-red characters flashed and refreshed wildly, shrieking! [Type: Resentful Porcelain - Remnant Fiend] [Cultivation Level: Thirty Years] [Danger Level: ★]
[Type: Jealous Porcelain - Shattered Evil] [Cultivation Level: 45 years] [Danger Level: ★]
[Type: Hateful Porcelain - Cracked Evil] [Cultivation Level: Fifty Years] [Danger Level: ★☆]
[Type: Obsessed with Porcelain, Sleeping Demon]...
Type: Mourning Porcelain - Silent Death...
Densely packed, endless!
This still poses a threat to Lu Yuan, the Celestial Master!
And there are even more that pose no threat!
Porcelain spirits sprouted from the ground all over the mountains and plains!
Lu Yuan: "????"
no………
Isn't this a bit too much?
These……
Are all of these the ones that strayed into this place over the years and were eventually turned into porcelain beauties...?