C1 Pure yin eight characters

Mr. Zi is a member of the eighteen officials of Jiuwan, Jiuchuan Dam, at the border between Sichuan and Yunnan, and the most famous of the eighteen officials of Jiuwan, Yin-Yang Mr..

Mr. Zi was in his early fifties, wearing a long robe, with a beard, eyes like shooting stars, and a jade-like face. He lived in the four-dimensional village of Sanchuan, near the Qiaotou River.

It was early in the morning of an early winter day. The crowing of chickens could be heard no more than three times as a man rushed into Mr. Zi's house with the cold air that he had accumulated throughout the night.

"Ah, Mister Zi, Mister Zi, please save us …" As soon as the person entered the room, he shouted loudly. His voice was extremely fast, and his tone was anxious and panicked.

Mr. Tzu, who was in the habit of sitting in meditation in the morning, heard the shouts and hurriedly got up. He put on a coat and walked out of the room.

The sky was still hazy. The person was standing in the yard with only the faint outline of his body visible. The cold air outside was thick, enough to make all living things shiver. When Mr. Zi opened the door, the cold air rushed in.

"Come in first!" Mr. Tzu ushered him into the inner room.

Inside the room, there was a single bronze lamp. The lamp flickered like a bean. The light was not too bright, but it was enough to clearly see who had come.

The person who came was about fifty years old. He was short and thin, wearing a tattered robe. His skin was dry and bronze in color. He was the typical type of farmer in the Northwest of Yunnan.

The person who came was Old Seven Yang, who lived in the village of Siwei Wan Zi. He was an honest man, and Mr. Zi recognized him.

"Mister Zi, I'm begging you to save my son's life!" Seventh Elder Yang's tone trembled as he breathed out a string of white qi. Enduring the cold winter, Yang Lao Qi ran all the way here. At this moment, a layer of frost condensed on his brows, while beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Which son?" asked Mr. Tzu as he hastily put on his coat and changed his shoes.

"Youngest son, Yang Fenglin!" Yang Lao Qi raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and sniffed.

"Yang Fenglin, hey, this thing of his …" If something goes wrong, it will be troublesome! " Mr. Zi quickly put on his clothes, picked up the toolbox that was placed in front of the Ancestral Master's throne, and followed Old Seventh to Wan Zi Village.

Old Yang's family of seven lived in the east side of Wan Zi Village, near the foot of the mountain. There were seven or eight families with the surname Yang here, and they were also known as the head of the Yang family in Wan Zi Village. Outside the house was a large bamboo forest with an area of 20 to 30 mu. The bamboo forest was lush and verdant, blotting out the sky and covering the earth.

At this moment, Yang Fenglin was lying on the bed with three quilts covering him, but he was still shaking uncontrollably. His lips were pale and he was unconscious. Yang Fenglin's old mother, Feng Sister-in-Law, sat by her bed and couldn't stop wiping away her tears. Madam Feng was only fifty years old, but because of all her years of hard work, her long hair had already turned white.

Mr. Zi followed Mr. Yang and entered the house. When Madam Feng saw Mr. Zi, she cried out. As she cried, she said, "Mr. Zi, you must save my son!"

Mr. Zi nodded. "Don't cry yet, let me take a look!" With that said, he walked up to Yang Fenglin's bed, carefully looked at Yang Fenglin's expression, and then pulled down the blanket. Carefully looking at Yang Fenglin's neck, he saw that it was completely empty.

"What about the yellow talismans I told him to wear?" Mr. Tzu asked hastily.

"Yellow Talisman?" Yellow Talisman... Aiya, the yellow talisman has really disappeared … "No wonder, no wonder …" Eunuch Feng shouted incoherently. The seventh brother of the Yang family also hurried over to take a closer look. The yellow talisman on his son's chest had indeed disappeared.

"Yang Fenglin only uses the eight characters of Pure Yin, it's all because of this Yellow Symbol's protection …" At this moment, Mr. Zi roughly understood why Yang Fenglin appeared in such a situation.

At this time, Yang Fenglin was already a seventeen year old boy. He was born sixteen years ago, and if it weren't for Mister Zi's approval, he would have long ago returned to the West.

The year of Chou, the month of Xin, the time of self, and the time of Xin Tzu, the year of Ching Tzu, the year of Ching Tzu, the year of Ching Tzu, the year of Ching Tzu, the year of Ching Tzu, the year of Ching Tzu, the year of Ching Tzu, the year of Ching Tzu, the year of Ching Tzu Tzu, the year of Ching.

These were the eight characters that Yang Fenglin had when he was born. On the eight characters, the sky, the sun, the sun, and the earth are all yin, while on the ground, the ugly, already, unitary are also yin.

The Yin and Earth branches matched each other, forming the eight characters of Pure Yin.

The eight words Pure Yin, Pure Yang, were extremely difficult to find. Moreover, the words' Pure Yin 'and' Pure Yang 'usually appeared in a woman's life, while the word' Pure Yang 'usually appeared in a man's life.

However, this time, the word 'Pure Yin' actually appeared on the body of a boy named Yang Fenglin. In this case, it was called a loss of position between Yin and Yang.

Boys were born yang, but with the words pure yin, yin and yang declined. It could be said that Yang Fenglin was naturally lacking in yang energy. In addition to the fact that his heliotrope was made of earth, the earth was made of pure gold, and there were six words of gold in it. In addition to six pieces of gold, there was also the dried wood of the earth, sitting in the wet soil and taking root, which contained inexhaustible power.

According to the theory of the Five Elements, Yang Fengling was born into the earth and her soil was the Yin Earth. Under the premise that she was not strong enough, she still had to give birth to six gold.

Fortunately, Yang Fengling's parents found Mr. Zi. Otherwise, with Yang Fenglin's weak name, he definitely wouldn't have lived past the age of 3. Through the mediation of fate, Mister Zi had saved Yang Fenglin's life. He had also given Huang Fu to gather yang energy for Yang Fengli every year, intimidating evil spirits. This was why Yang Fenglin did not dare to provoke ghosts because of his lack of natural yang energy.

However, the most direct reason for Yang Fenglin's current situation was because the yellow talisman had been lost. Without the protection of the yellow talisman, Yang Fenglin's yang energy was not enough to sustain his yin energy.

"He's so cold, hurry up and burn a pot of fire and come in. Remember, the fire must be big!" Mr. Zi said to Old Yang.

"Aiya, how could I have forgotten? We should have lit the fire long ago and come in!" Yang Fenglin's mother, Madam Feng suddenly came to a realization and quickly pulled her husband, Old Yang, out to light the fire.

Actually, the fact that fire could increase the temperature in the room was just a surface phenomenon that everyone could see. The deeper level of principle was that fire could produce earth, and with the help of external forces, it could change the body.

Yang Fenglin's parents quickly prepared a large fire and carried it inside. When the raging flames were brought into the room, the sun had already risen.

"Do you have red clothes, red quilts or something like that at home? Take them out and put them on him too!" Mister Zi continued to speak. When Aunt Feng heard this, she quickly went to find some red clothes.

After a while, he found a red blanket and a pile of red clothes. Previously, Mr. Zi had said that Yang Fenglin's most suitable color was red, so the family had always been prepared.

After all these preparations were completed, Yang Fenglin's complexion began to slowly change. From its initial pale complexion, it had regained some of its normal color.

Although his complexion had somewhat recovered, he was still in a coma. Moreover, Mister Zi had already noticed that Yang Fenglin's forehead was already starting to sweat.

No matter how cold a normal person was, it was impossible for him to have cold sweat.

Sweat seeped out of his forehead as his body was extremely weak. If he did not consolidate his energy, it might harm his life force. Even if he managed to survive this ordeal, there would still be hidden wounds on his body.

Seeing this situation, Mr. Zi made a prompt decision and quickly opened the toolbox. He took out a piece of buffalo horn with a red thread, and got Old Yang's seventh son, Yang Fenglin, to stand up. Mr. Zi then hung the buffalo horn on Yang Fenglin's neck.

Hanging up the buffalo horn, Mr. Tzu told her to get a bowl of warm water, dipped her finger in it lightly, and chanted an incantation. She pulled out a piece of yellow paper, and wrote an invisible yellow rune on it with warm water, and then brought it to the yard, where she walked over to the wall, broke off a piece of dirt about the size of a finger, and placed it in the yellow paper. Then she folded the yellow paper into a triangle and returned to Yang Fenglin's bedside.

"Turn his back to me and take off his clothes!" Mr. Zi said to Old Yang. Hearing that, how could Old Yang dare to hesitate at all, he immediately did as he was told.

Mister Zi once again dipped his hand in the warm water and quickly drew a seal on Yang Fenglin's back. Then, he quickly took a step back, pointed at Yang Fenglin's back and shouted, "Let's go!" With that, he directly hit the yellow paper bag onto Yang Fenglin's back.

"Pa …"

With a light sound, Yang Fenglin suddenly began to cough violently. After coughing several times, he had actually woken up!