When Li Yi was anxious and rushed towards the abandoned old house like a whirlwind, the night had already become like an endless and extremely thick black silk, tightly covering the whole world without any light. Fine raindrops like cow hair fell down one after another, and each raindrop seemed to carry a hint of chill, hitting the ground, splashing layers of cold water, and the "crackling" sound added a bit of chill to the gloomy and strange atmosphere, as if the evil whispered in the dark, making people's backs cold.
The old house was like a giant beast that was injured and hidden, lurking silently in the depths of a desolate and sparsely visited mountain forest. The surrounding trees are towering into the sky, with lush branches and leaves, intertwined with each other, like a huge, naturally woven, indestructible barrier, completely isolating the ancient house from the outside world, making it even more mysterious, like a forbidden place forgotten by the world.
Li Yi walked arduously along a winding, weed-covered narrow path. The mud under his feet was soft and squishy. Every step he took made a creepy "baji, baji" sound, as if there was something mysterious hidden in the darkness, whispering, telling unknown secrets. The door of the ancient house was half-closed, and the once bright red paint on the door panel had now peeled off, revealing mottled and rotten wood. It looked like the face of an old man who had experienced the vicissitudes of life and was in his twilight years, full of wrinkles and gullies, silently telling the rise and fall of the past. The copper lock on the door was rusty, as if it had experienced countless years of ruthless erosion. In the weak light, it emitted a dim and cold light, as if telling those dusty ancient stories.
Li Yi slowly stretched out his hand and gently pushed open the door. The door hinge immediately made a harsh and unpleasant "creaking" sound, like the painful groan of a long-term ill person, echoing for a long time in the terrifyingly silent old house, startling the dust in the dead silence. Stepping into the yard, a strong smell of dampness and mold hit me in the face, mixed with a faint and faint smell of rot. The pungent smell went straight into my nose, making people frown and feel an ominous premonition in their hearts. The ground in the yard was covered with moss, like a soft green carpet, but on this "carpet" were scattered some broken rubble and dry branches, as if it had just experienced a thrilling catastrophe, leaving behind this devastated ruins.
Li Yi looked around, his eyes sharp and alert, and he soon discovered that the layout of this ancient house was full of mysteries. The direction of the courtyard wall, the orientation of the house, and the position of the doors and windows vaguely fit in with some ancient and mysterious Feng Shui pattern. At first glance, it seemed that the builder had done it intentionally and carefully, but now it seemed to be ruthlessly distorted by the long years and lost its original regularity. He thought to himself that the builder of this ancient house must have been a master who was proficient in Feng Shui and geomancy, but for some reason, it now presents such a scene of decay and decay. Could it be that the Feng Shui Bureau was destroyed, which attracted evil spirits to take the opportunity to breed and stir up trouble here?
Thinking of this, Li Yi quickly took out the compass from his backpack. The compass needle was jumping like a frightened frantic deer. The yin-yang fish pattern on the dial became more mysterious under the rain, as if it was hiding endless mysteries of heaven and earth, making it hard to figure out. Li Yi took a deep breath, suppressed the tension in his heart, and moved carefully towards the main room step by step in the direction indicated by the trembling compass needle. The doors and windows of the main room have long been shaky under the long-term invasion of wind and rain. Although the once exquisite carvings on the window lattices are blurred and the edges have been worn away by time, the remaining traces can still show the prosperity of the past, like a beauty in her twilight years. Although her face is old, she can still make people imagine her stunning beauty when she was young. Now, these carvings seem to be whispering about the good old days.
Li Yi stepped into the main room, and the room was instantly filled with thick fog that could not be dissolved, like the lingering clouds in the fairyland, but he could not feel the beauty of it, only a trace of coldness running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. Li Yi looked closely and saw a yellowed ancient painting hanging on the wall. In the painting was an old man in ancient costume. The old man had a thin face and deep eyes, as if he could see through all the mysteries in the world. But strangely, the old man's eyes seemed to be injected with life, and they turned with Li Yi's movement, as if a pair of eyes hidden in the dark, staring at him intently, making people feel creepy and their hair stood up.
In the corner of the room, Li Yi found a dusty bookshelf, like a treasure house covered by years of dust. The bookshelf was full of ancient books, and the papers were yellowed and fragile, as if they would instantly turn into dust and dissipate in the air if touched lightly. Li Yi read through the books one by one patiently, and his fingers gently stroked the fragile paper. Finally, his efforts paid off and he found a notebook recording the history of the ancient house. The notebook mentioned that hundreds of years ago, the owner of this ancient house was a famous and respected Feng Shui master. With his extraordinary and mysterious Qimen Dunjia technique, he carefully created this Feng Shui treasure land for the family to bless the prosperity of his descendants and the prosperity of the family. However, things are unpredictable. In order to seek the yellow and white things, the descendants of later generations were blinded by greed and arbitrarily changed the Feng Shui layout of the house, breaking the original delicate balance. Since then, disasters have come like a surging tide, one after another. First, bizarre murders occurred frequently in the family, and everyone was in danger; then the family business plummeted, and wealth passed away like water; finally, the family fell apart, and the members scattered, and this once glorious ancient house was gradually abandoned and turned into a gloomy ghost house.
Li Yi knew that in order to calm the chaotic situation of the ancient house, it was necessary to restore the ingenious Feng Shui layout of the year, and then use the art of Qimen Dunjia to dispel the evil spirits hidden in it. With the clues in his notes, he carefully searched for the key nodes of the Feng Shui Bureau in the yard like an experienced treasure hunter. In the southwest corner of the yard, he took a lot of effort to push away the layers of weeds and soil, and finally found a stone tablet that was mostly buried. There were some obscure symbols engraved on the tablet, which looked like a heavenly book. Li Yi approached and carefully identified them, and found that these symbols were closely related to the numbers of the Nine Palaces and Eight Diagrams of Qimen Dunjia, and they concealed the mysteries of heaven and earth. Li Yi followed what he had learned and did not dare to be careless at all, and began to rearrange the Feng Shui array.
He found some stones of appropriate size everywhere, and placed them carefully and accurately according to the directions of the Nine Palaces. He also broke off some branches and inserted them in specific positions to simulate the exquisite Feng Shui array of the year. Just as he was concentrating and busy, suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew, as if a cold hand brushed across his cheek, rustling the branches, as if ghosts were roaring in the dark, venting their dissatisfaction. Then, a black shadow flashed across the roof like a black lightning, so fast that people didn't have time to blink, accompanied by a shrill scream that made people's scalps numb, as if the evil ghosts from the depths of hell were screaming, and the sound went straight into people's hearts, making people tremble with fear.
Li Yi was startled, but years of experience kept him from panicking. He quickly took out a few copper coins from his backpack, chanted something in his mouth, and performed the money formula in Qimen Dunjia. The copper coins spun rapidly in his hands, as if they were given life, and then fell accurately to the ground, forming a rock-solid defense array, emitting a faint golden light, like a sacred barrier. The shadow seemed to be afraid of the majesty of the formation, circling in the air for a few times, like a defeated beast, hiding in the darkness, waiting for an opportunity to move.
However, the danger was not over. As the night deepened, it was as if a huge black monster completely devoured the world, and the rain became more and more majestic, as if the river in the sky burst its banks. The strange phenomenon in the ancient house was like a ignited gunpowder barrel, intensifying. The tables and chairs in the house seemed to be controlled by a pair of invisible magic hands, and began to move on their own, making a "creaking" and harsh friction sound, echoing in the silent house, as if the evil spirits were reveling wantonly. Dark red liquid gradually seeped out of the wall, as if blood was gushing out, emitting a pungent and unpleasant smell, making people nauseous, as if the ancient house was seriously injured and was bleeding and crying.
Li Yi realized that it would be difficult to completely suppress the rampant evil spirits with simple feng shui adjustments. He also needed to find the eye of the array in the ancient house and seal it with his own powerful spiritual power to quell the disaster. He opened the notes again, his eyes focused and determined, carefully studying every word and every symbol in it, and finally found that the eye of the array was most likely in the basement of the ancient house. The notes vaguely mentioned that there was a feng shui treasure hidden in the basement, which was made by the feng shui master with all his life's efforts. It can ward off evil spirits and keep the family safe, but it is precisely because of this that countless greedy people covet it, which may be the source of the disaster. Li Yi was like a keen hound, searching for the entrance to the basement in the house, not leaving any corner. Finally, behind a hanging painting, he found a closed secret door. The secret door was engraved with extremely complex patterns that looked like mysterious runes, like an indestructible seal, blocking the prying of outsiders. Li Yi used the knowledge of Qimen Dunjia he had learned to calculate the best time and precise direction to open the door, and then quietly waited for the opportunity to come.
When the midnight came, everything was silent, as if the whole world was holding its breath. Li Yi followed the calculations, looked solemn, stood in a specific direction, and shouted: "Qimen Dunjia, open!" At the same time, his hands quickly formed complex hand seals, like a dancing spirit snake, pushing towards the secret door. Only a dull sound like thunder was heard, and the secret door slowly opened. A strong and piercing cold air rushed in, as if it came from the cold wind from the underworld, chilling people to the bone.
The basement was dark and damp, like an underground water world, with water droplets hanging on the walls, dripping down, echoing in the silence, like the sad cry of wronged souls. Li Yi held a compass, like a warrior holding a sword, and walked forward carefully, taking every step with great caution. At the end of the basement, he found a sarcophagus. The sarcophagus was engraved with runes, like an extremely powerful protective spell. A crystal clear crystal ball was placed on the coffin lid. The ball seemed to contain endless nebulae, emitting a mysterious and charming light, as if hiding the secrets of the universe.
Li Yi recognized it at a glance. This was the Feng Shui treasure mentioned in the notes. He walked forward and was about to reach out to touch it. Suddenly, several black shadows emerged from the sarcophagus, like evil spirits escaping from hell, rushing towards him with their fangs and claws, as if to tear him into pieces. Li Yi remained calm in the face of danger. He quickly took out a yellow talisman paper from his arms, with a complex talisman painted on it. This was the "Zhensha Fu" passed down to him by his master, carrying the majesty and power of the master. He chanted a spell in his mouth, as if chanting an ancient war song, and threw the talisman paper to the black shadow. The talisman paper instantly shone brightly, like a golden lightning, repelling the black shadow, as if the light of justice dispelled the darkness.
Li Yi took the opportunity to pick up the crystal ball, as if holding the scepter of victory, and walked out of the basement. He came to the center of the yard, placed the crystal ball in the center of the rearranged Feng Shui formation, and then sat cross-legged, like a monk in meditation, and began to perform the fusion of Qimen Dunjia and Feng Shui, mobilizing the spiritual power of heaven and earth, strengthening the formation, and sealing the evil spirits. He muttered something in his mouth, and his hands kept changing hand seals, like a messenger communicating with heaven and earth.
As he cast the spell, the strange phenomenon in the ancient house gradually subsided. The tables and chairs returned to their original positions like well-behaved children, and the dark red liquid on the wall seemed to be evaporated by the sun, dried up and disappeared, and the black shadow never appeared again, as if it was completely dispelled. The rain gradually stopped, and the moonlight was like a gentle fairy, shining through the clouds, covering the ancient house with a layer of silver gauze, restoring some tranquility, like a patient who had just recovered from a long illness, and regained vitality.
Just as Li Yi was about to take a short break in this rare tranquility like a tired traveler, the ringing of his cell phone was like an untimely thunder, breaking the peace again. On the other end of the phone, an anxious voice with a strong foreign accent came from an ancient castle in faraway Europe. It is said that strange bells have been ringing in the castle every night recently, and the bells are like the death knell from hell. The eyes of the portraits in the castle seem to be possessed by evil spirits, and they will stare at people passing by in the middle of the night. There is also a mysterious fog filling every corner, like a lost ghost, making people lose their way and fall into endless fear. Li Yi hung up the phone, his eyes were as firm as a rock, and he packed his bag without hesitation, like a warrior about to go to the battlefield, and headed towards the unknown foreign castle. He knew that this road of Yin and Yang metaphysics, the journey of exploring the secrets and exorcising evil spirits, was like an endless journey, with no end...
When Li Yi arrived at the European castle, it was just before dawn. The sky was like a huge bluestone slab, with a hint of chill, like the last darkness before dawn, which made people depressed. The castle stood on the top of a steep mountain, like a majestic giant, overlooking the world under his feet, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere. The outer wall of the castle was built of huge stones, like an indestructible fortress, emitting a cold light in the dim light, as if announcing to the world its solidity and inviolability.
He walked along the winding mountain road, the cold wind whistled past, like a sharp blade cutting his skin, like a test set by nature. The gate of the castle was closed tightly, and the copper nails on the door were like wide-open eyes, revealing mystery and majesty, as if vigilantly examining everyone who approached. Li Yi went forward and knocked on the door. After a long time, a man dressed in a black robe who looked like a butler opened the door. His face was pale, as if he had been drained of blood, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes, as if he had just experienced a terrible nightmare.
Entering the castle hall, Li Yi found that the layout here was like a huge maze. There were huge portraits hanging on the walls. The characters in the paintings were dressed in gorgeous ancient costumes. Their eyes were like living things, turning as he walked, like ghosts hidden in the paintings, which made people shudder. The ceiling of the hall was extremely high, as if it went straight to the sky, and painted a mysterious star map. The stars in the star map seemed to be flashing with strange lights, as if hiding the secrets of the universe, which was unpredictable.
The owner of the castle had been waiting in the hall. He was a tall, stern-faced middle-aged man with anxious eyes, like an ant on a hot pot. When he saw Li Yi, he couldn't wait to tell him about the strange things that had happened in the castle recently. In addition to the strange bells, the abnormality of the portraits and the diffuse fog, the underground wine cellar of the castle seemed to be occupied by demons. Every night, there would be bursts of painful groans, as if something was being tortured, and the wine in the wine cellar seemed to be injected with evil power, becoming turbid and emitting a pungent odor, as if it was cursed.
Li Yi heard this and thought to himself that this castle must be hiding unknown secrets, and judging from these phenomena, this place is extremely evil, and it is probably a difficult challenge, like a mountain that is difficult to climb. He took out the compass and saw that the pointer was spinning wildly, like a spinning top out of control. The yin-yang fish pattern on the dial seemed to be shrouded in a layer of black fog, dim and dull, as if suppressed by evil spirits and lost its direction.
Following the guidance of the compass, Li Yi walked towards the underground wine cellar. The stairs of the wine cellar were narrow and steep, like a passage to hell. There were some spider webs hanging on the walls, like a ghost's veil, swaying gently in the breeze, as if tempting people to step into the darkness. When he arrived at the door of the wine cellar, a strong stench hit him in the face, as if something was rotting and deteriorating inside, like the smell of death.
Li Yi pushed open the door of the wine cellar, and the room was filled with a strong stench.The fog blocked his vision, as if he was in chaos, as if he was at the origin of the world. He looked closely and saw that the wooden barrels in the wine cellar seemed to be overturned by an invisible force, and the wine flowed on the ground, like pools of blood, as if a tragic massacre had just ended. In the corner of the wine cellar, he found an ancient box with some strange symbols engraved on it, like some ancient text, exuding a mysterious atmosphere, as if hiding an ancient secret.
He approached the box and, relying on his years of studying Yin and Yang metaphysics, he recognized that these symbols were somewhat similar to the ancient Chinese oracle bone inscriptions, which were related to life and death, fortune and misfortune, and the balance of Yin and Yang, as if connecting the ancient and modern times with a mysterious bond. Li Yi thought to himself that this box might be the key to the problem. He carefully opened the box, and there were several items inside: a bronze sword, with runes engraved on the blade, as if it was engraved by time, revealing a simple majesty, like a veteran who had been on the battlefield for a long time; a small statue of Pixiu, as if alive, with eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything. Legend has it that Pixiu can ward off evil and attract wealth, as if it is a mythical beast guarding wealth; and an ancient book bound in parchment, the paper is yellowed, as if forgotten by time, and it records some mysterious spells and ancient European mysterious legends, as if opening a door to a mysterious world.
Li Yi picked up these items and had already made up his mind. He knew very well that to quell this disaster, it was necessary to integrate the mysterious power of China and the West, based on the art of Qimen Dunjia, and with the help of the mysterious elements in ancient European legends, to reseal the evil spirit, as if building a bridge connecting the mysterious power of the East and the West. He set up an altar in the center of the wine cellar and placed the Pixiu statue in the middle, like a beast guarding the world; he placed the bronze sword aside, like a magic weapon, like a warrior ready to attack at any time; then he opened the ancient book and began to study the mysterious spells in it, like exploring unknown treasures.
As he studied, the mist in the wine cellar seemed to be injected with life and gradually surged, like a group of restless ghosts, like awakened demons. Suddenly, a black shadow, like a black lightning, jumped out from the corner of the wall, with a strong and pungent fishy wind, and rushed straight to Li Yi, like a hungry wolf pouncing on food. Li Yi quickly picked up the bronze sword and shouted: "Qi Men Dun Jia, suppress evil!" In an instant, the bronze sword was like a lit torch, and the light was instantly bright. The black shadow seemed to be afraid of this sacred light, circling in the air, like a lost bird, and retreated back to the dark, like a defeated deserter.
However, things are like turbulent waves, one wave has not yet subsided, another wave rises. Just as Li Yi continued to study the ancient books, the temperature around him dropped sharply as if he fell into an ice cellar. The walls of the wine cellar seemed to be scratched by the claws of the devil, and cracks appeared one after another, as if blood was gushing out of the cracks, as if a wounded beast was groaning in pain. Li Yi realized that these evil spirits and resentments were like an endless abyss, unfathomable, and difficult to calm down with simple spells. He opened the ancient books again and searched carefully, and found an ancient European mysterious ritual that required his own spiritual power as a guide, combined with the nine palaces and eight trigrams in the Qimen Dunjia, in order to completely resolve the resentment that seemed like a mountain pressing down on the top, as if he had found the key to defeating the devil.
Li Yi decided to give it a try. He seemed to follow the doctor's advice and the instructions in the ancient books. He placed items representing the east, south, west, and north at the four corners of the wine cellar as if he was laying out a battlefield, as if he was deploying troops. As if offering a sacrifice, he cut his finger and dripped the blood that was like the essence of life onto the heart-like center of the formation.He used his own Yang energy, which was like the scorching sun, to fight the demon. A strong light flashed, and after the demon howled in pain, the demon was successfully sealed. But the challenge is far from over. Li Yi is ready to face the next challenge.