Chapter 2 Section 1

Some people say that it was an era when monsters and humans coexisted. In that era, demons and ghosts were not only active in the deep mountains and evil waters, but also lurking in human society. Although coexisting, humans are still quite afraid of the existence of monsters. ——This is also a helpless thing, after all, the strength of the two sides is too great. There are seven hundred and eighty-six monsters in the mountains, and eight hundred and forty-four spirits in the water. There is a spirit in the head, and the plants and trees are gods. However, the heaven and the earth contain "qi", and yin and yang have "mantras".

Let's talk about "gas" first. After a million times of physical exercise, human beings learn from failures and survive from desperation. They finally figured out the clues, created martial arts, and gradually discovered that there is an endless "Qi" between the heaven and the earth. At first, human beings only had a very vague understanding of "Qi", but relying on wisdom and practice, "Qi" gradually integrated into the martial arts system, and finally made weak humans embark on the broad road of "becoming stronger". This is the so-called "understanding Tao through martial arts".

Many martial arts masters who have mastered "Qi" can not only split solid rocks, and even kill monsters with swords in their hands, which amazes ghosts and gods. "Curse" has also existed since ancient times. In the language that human beings can understand, "mantra" can be said to be "a sub-borrowing contract shared by all kinds of energies in the universe".There is no contract that cannot be made, and there is no power that cannot be lent. It is just that everything pays attention to reciprocity and exchange, so "cultivation" is required.

Originally, the "curse" belonged only to monsters and immortals who practice extraordinary, but for some reason, from what kind of opportunity, perhaps because they were disturbed by the "curse" too much, a small number of human beings began to be inspired by the "curse" and stepped into the world. The world of "curse". After comprehending the "mantra", human beings have obtained powerful supernatural powers. When they say words in their mouths and connect their fingers with imprints, they can repel gods and demons, and then order them. "Qi" and "curse", which is higher and which is lower, the outcome is unpredictable.

Generally speaking, the ability of a new magician who practices "mantra" to fight against demons will be much better than that of a warrior who exercises "qi", but "mantra" is very dependent on comprehension—that is, innate aptitude, unless it is endowment Those who are extremely good cannot enter the profound world of "curse" at all.Therefore, the ability of a warrior who exercises "qi" will gradually catch up with that of a magician who practices "mantra", and even surpass it greatly. In terms of results, regardless of the age of human beings, there are far more warriors who cultivate qi assiduously than magicians who study spells. Therefore, there are many generals who are powerful in the world, but few magicians who leave their names in history.

This is a story about "curse". On a long moon night, the sky is hazy and blue. The soft mist like veil is lingering under the old vine tree in the yard. Under the court, there is a chessboard. A chess game. The old man holding the white stone, dressed in dark ink, dropped the stone leisurely. Every white piece exudes a huge evil spirit. The middle-aged man sitting in front of the old man and holding a sunspot is handsome, with a heroic look on his brows, wearing a plain aristocratic hunting suit, and has a natural elegance. After thinking for a while, he slowly placed the sunspots on the chessboard.

Just sitting in front of the old man, even a first-rate chess player would be as stiff as if he was sitting naked in a snow pond. But this strange man, in terms of offense and defense with seventy-six black and white stones on the chess board, did not lose the slightest bit. In today's world, on this land, he is the only one who can play chess with the old man holding white pieces without being humble or overbearing. Set of smoke and fog. A woman quietly came to the two of them with light, broken steps and poured hot tea. The old man was silent, the man was silent, and each took a sip of hot tea slowly.

The woman pouring tea had disappeared without knowing when. This game of chess has gone on for one hundred and seventeen nights. Not urgent. There is no rush to win or lose. The last time the winner was decided, it took a full four hundred and four nights. Last time, black and white fought for three hundred and fifty-seven nights. The more you understand the opponent's chess, the more you understand the opponent's person, the longer the victory or defeat will be. Perhaps, also more and more blurred. There was an urgent knocking on the door. "Master Qingming! Master Qingming!" The man outside the door shouted hastily.

Not only one person: "It's bad, West City is haunted! It's haunted!" "Master Qingming, please... Hurry up and go to Xishi to collect ghosts!" "Master Seimei! Master Seimei!" Long before these city residents came here, this strange man called "Master Qingming" already knew that they were on their way here and why they were so eager. It's not just that the man is good at divination, but also because the path from the city to here is full of the curse world he formed. The entire Heian Kyoto is his domain. "Tonight, let's go down here."

The man put the sunspots in his hand back into the bowl. "Also." The old man stroked his beard and listened as he pleased.