Bai Haorui quickly formed the word "formation" with his left hand, and Eight Trigrams Formation on the ground lit up. Eight rays of light of different colors rose from the eight directions of the Bagua, forming a huge Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram.
The Tai Chi diagram rotated slowly, creating a strong suction force that sucked in the torrent of time from Patrick bit by bit.
After the black time energy enters the Tai Chi diagram, it is decomposed and transformed by the power of yin and yang, and becomes pure life energy, which is re-injected into the two-color light ball.
Patrick let out a shrill scream. He felt that his connection with magic was being cut off, and his nine hundred years of cultivation were being lost bit by bit.
"No! Impossible!"
At this moment, the ceremony was completed.
A huge two-color ball of light exploded, turning into countless light spots and scattering in all directions. All the people whose ages had been changed by Patrick returned to their original state at this moment.
The aftermath of the explosion of the huge two-color ball of light still echoed in the cemetery, and broken paper money and cinnabar powder were flying all over the sky under the moonlight. Dean was spinning his muscles in circles excitedly, feeling the long-lost young body. Bobby covered the corner of his mouth where he was coughing up blood and managed to laugh, but saw the peach wood sword in Bai Haorui's hand falling to the ground with a clang.
His body shook, and he pressed his chest with his right hand, his knuckles turning white from the exertion. The backlash of resisting Patrick three time torrents just now broke out in full force: the left half of his hair had completely turned snow white, and the right half was also mixed with There were a lot of silver threads; the corners of his eyes and forehead were covered with deep wrinkles, and his skin had lost its former luster and became dry and loose; the most serious thing was that his joints made a "creaking" sound like rotten wood every time he moved, as if he had aged sixty years in an instant.
"Haorui!" Dean's smile disappeared instantly, and she rushed over to help him, "How are you?!"
"Don't touch me." Bai Haorui's voice was extremely hoarse. He slowly pushed Dean's hand away, knelt on one knee, held the cold soil with his left hand, and gasped for air. The black time energy was like a tiny poisonous snake, slithering under his skin, leaving behind a series of blue and black lines. Wherever it passed, the muscles and blood vessels were rapidly stiffening.
"It's the remnants of time energy." Bobby turned the wheelchair and rushed over with a solemn expression, "Patrick's time magic has eroded your body. Ordinary treatment methods are useless. This is not an injury at all."
Sam squatted down and looked at the squirming black lines under Bai Haorui's skin. He was so anxious that his forehead was sweating. "Then what should we do? There is nothing we can do?"
"I'll do it myself." Bai Haorui took a deep breath, slowly sat cross-legged, and assumed a posture with five hearts in the sky. He closed his eyes, his fingertips trembled slightly, and formed the most basic Foundation-Stabilizing Seal of "Three Altars Body-Refining True Fire Art".
"You step back ten meters and don't disturb me." He whispered, "The energy of time is in conflict with my True Gang. If you are not careful, you will go crazy."
Dean and Sam looked at each other, stepped back silently, and formed a circle with Bobby, scanning the surroundings vigilantly to protect Bai Haorui.
Bai Haorui Lotus Seal first raised his eyebrows.
The pale golden Lotus Seal slowly lit up, emitting a soft and pure light. This light was not the burning heat of Pure Yang True Gang, but the unique warmth of Power of Faith, which enveloped his whole body like the spring sunshine.
The most sinister part of time magic is not to damage the physical body, but to disrupt the time synchronization between the soul and the physical body - the physical body is accelerated to decades later, but the soul still stays on the original timeline. Once the two are completely disconnected, they will become a walking zombie.
Bai Haorui silently recited the Soul-Stabilizing Mental Art of "Three Altars Body-Refining True Fire Art", and the light of Lotus Seal between his eyebrows penetrated into his sea of consciousness little by little. He could clearly feel that he was originally erratic The soul, which was uncertain and about to leave the body, was firmly locked by a warm force, and slowly realigned with the physical body. The black lines under the skin slowed down, and the cold and decaying feeling in the Bones seams also lightened a bit.
His breathing gradually became long and steady, with a faint purple-gold halo between every exhalation and inhalation. The originally depleted True Gang in the Dantian began to recover little by little under the nourishment of Lotus Seal Power of Faith, like a sleeping dragon, slowly waking up.
After his soul was stabilized, Bai Haorui suddenly opened his eyes, and a purple-gold fire flashed in his eyes.
"Three Altars Body Refinement, True Fire burn evil!"
He shouted low, quickly changed the seals with his hands, and formed Evil-Burning Seal. The True Gang in the Dantian instantly boiled, turning into a raging purple-gold True Fire, flowing along the meridians throughout the body.
Although the time residual poison is a rule-level power, it is still a foreign object that has invaded Bai Haorui's body. Under the burning of the innate True Fire, it began to make a "sizzling" sound and wisps of black smoke came out.
The black lines were like insects on fire, scurrying frantically under his skin, trying to hide and burrow deep into his organs. But Bai Haorui's True Gang had already laid a dragnet, and every meridian and every acupuncture point was filled with purple-gold True Fire. The black lines had nowhere to escape, and could only be forced out of the body bit by bit, turning into black smoke and dissipating in the air.
The three of Dean watched from a distance, and saw that Bai Haorui's whole body was wrapped in purple-gold flames, like a burning golden man. The temperature of the flames was extremely high, and the surrounding soil was dried and cracked, and the weeds instantly withered and turned into ashes. But strangely, the flames only burned within three feet of Bai Haorui's body and did not spread outward at all.
When the last black ray of time poison was forced out of the body, Bai Haorui did not stop. He changed the seals of his hands again, forming the core Yin-Yang Reversal Seal.
This time, he mobilized not only his own True Gang, but also the remaining yin and yang power of the entire Eight Trigrams Formation. The cinnabar Eight Trigrams Formation on the ground lit up again, and eight rays of light of different colors rose from eight directions and converged on Bai Haorui's head, forming a huge Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram.
The Tai Chi diagram rotates slowly, creating a strong suction force that sucks in the life energy scattered around little by little. These life energies are exactly the extra lifespans that were reversed in the ceremony and originally belonged to the victims. They use the power of yin and yang to transform them into the purest vitality and inject them into their own bodies.
What he wants to do is not to simply repair the injury, but to reverse the partial timeline of his physical body and make up for the thirty years of life that were taken away by Patrick bit by bit.
The purple-gold True Gang was intertwined with the green vitality, flowing slowly in his body. The originally dry and loose skin began to become tight and shiny; the deep wrinkles began to unwind little by little; the snow-white hair, starting from the roots, slowly turned back to black; the rigid joints also regained their flexibility.
This process was extremely slow and extremely energy-consuming. There were large beads of sweat on Bai Haorui's forehead, and his face was as pale as paper, but his eyes were extremely firm. He could clearly feel that the timeline of his physical body was moving back little by little: forty years old, thirty years old, twenty-five years old...
When the Tai Chi diagram completely dissipated, Bai Haorui slowly stopped the exercise, and when he opened his eyes, it was almost dawn.
He stood up, moved his hands and feet, and his joints made a crisp sound. Except that his face was still a little pale, and there were still a few unnoticeable silver threads in his hair, he had completely returned to his original appearance. The old and decaying appearance just now seemed to be just an illusion.
"Okay." Bai Haorui bent down to pick up the mahogany sword on the ground, and gently brushed off the dust on it.
"It scared me to death." Dean breathed a sigh of relief and patted his shoulder, "Just now I thought you were going to become the second Bobby."
"Go away." Bobby cursed angrily and handed Bai Haorui a bottle of water, "How do you feel? Are there any sequelae?"
Bai Haorui took the water, took a sip, and shook his head. "It's nothing serious. It's just that True Gang consumed a little too much and needs to rest for two days. Patrick's time magic is very overbearing. Although I forced the residual poison out, it still integrated into my meridians a little bit. When encountering similar magic in the future, I may be more susceptible than before."
Sam and Patrick are sitting at the card table.
Patrick dealt cards absentmindedly and looked out the window from time to time. His face became ugly, and his eyes were full of anger and anxiety.
Sam looked at his cards calmly and placed bets little by little. His expression was calm and calm, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.
"You are very smart, Sam." Patrick said, "Much smarter than your brother. But you can't beat me."
Sam said calmly, "That's not necessarily true. Who can say for sure about luck?"
The last card.
Sam looked at his hole cards: two 4s.
The first three community cards were dealt: 4, 7, and 9.
Sam's heart skipped a beat. He now has three of 4.
The fourth community card was dealt: K.
The fifth community card was dealt: 4.
Sam's heartbeat skipped a beat.
Four 4.
Patrick smiled and pushed all the chips to the middle of the table.
"All in." Patrick said, "I know you have good hands. Let me see, what do you have?"
Sam took a deep breath and pushed all his chips over.
"I'll follow."
Patrick showed his trump cards: A and K.
"A pair of Aces, plus the King on the community card," Patrick said, "The house is red. You lose, Sam."
Sam slowly showed his trump card: two 4s.
"Two fours." Sam said, "There are two more fours on the community card. Four of four."
Patrick was stunned. He stared at the card of Sam for a long time, and the smile on his face disappeared.
Then, he suddenly laughed.
"You win." Patrick said, "What do you want? Money? Women? Or lifespan?"
"I want my brother's 50 years of life." Sam said.
At this moment, a huge light rose into the sky and illuminated the entire night sky.
The light comes from the direction of the cemetery.
Patrick felt that his connection with magic was cut off. His face turned pale instantly.
"No!" Patrick screamed.
He stood up suddenly and wanted to kill Sam.
At this moment, Bai Haorui suddenly appeared in the bar. He was holding a mahogany sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly at Patrick's chest. The purple-gold True Gang was flowing around the sword, making a buzzing sound.
"I'm willing to admit defeat." Bai Haorui said, his voice cold.
Patrick looked at Bai Haorui, who was coming over, and then at Sam. He knew he had lost. Completely lost.
He slumped back into his chair, like a deflated rubber ball.
Sam, Dean and Bobby went back to the motel first. Bai Haorui stayed at the end, looking at Patrick and Leah.
The apartment was in a mess. Patrick was sitting on the sofa, with his head lowered and his face covered with his hands. Leah stood by the window, looking at the night scene outside, with a lonely background.
"Why?" Patrick raised his head, looked at Leah, and asked in a hoarse voice, "We have spent such a long time together. Why did you betray me?"
Leah turned around and opened the pendant around his neck. There were two photos in the pendant: one was a photo of a baby, and the other was a photo of an old woman.
"Our daughter, Emily." Leah's voice was choked with sobs, "She is dead. She lived her whole life, got married and had children, and then died of old age. And I am still here. I watched her be born, watched her grow up, watched her grow old, and watched her die."
"I miss my family, Patrick." Leah's tears fell, "I miss my parents, my brothers and sisters, and my daughter. I can't live like this anymore. I don't want to watch the people I love leave me one by one, and I will always be young."
"I love you, Patrick." Leah said, "But I am really tired. Eternal life is not a blessing, it is a curse."
Patrick's eyes were filled with pain and tears. He looked at Leah and couldn't say a word.
He slowly sat down, picked up the poker on the table, and started shuffling the cards.
"How much do you want to play?" Patrick asked, his voice trembling.
"All." Leah said.
Patrick Deals.
Leah looked at his cards and then folded.
Patrick showed his cards: King of Hearts and Queen of Hearts.
A green light enveloped Leah. Wrinkles began to appear on her face, her hair became gray, and her skin became sagging. She slowly grew older and finally turned into an old woman.
Leah looked at Patrick and showed a calm and happy smile.
"Finally... I can see them."
After saying that, Leah closed his eyes and stopped breathing.
Patrick covered his face and cried bitterly. This wizard who had lived for nine hundred years was like a child at this moment, crying heartbreakingly.
Bai Haorui walked to Leah's body, took out a rebirth talisman, and gently placed it on her forehead. He recited Daoist salvation scriptures in a soft and solemn voice.
A soft golden light enveloped Leah's body. Her soul turned into a white light and flew into the sky.
Bai Haorui looked at Patrick and said softly, "Eternal life is not a blessing, it is a curse. Real life does not lie in the length, but in the time spent with the people you love."
Patrick didn't speak, just kept crying.
Bai Haorui turned around and walked out of the apartment. The night wind blew the corners of his clothes, and he looked up at the stars in the sky.
Yes. The meaning of life does not lie in how long you live, but in how you live. As long as you can be with your family, even for just one day, it is better than living alone for a thousand years.
The next morning, motel.
The sun shines into the room through the window, making it warm and bright.
Bobby is packing his things. He folded his clothes neatly and put them into his backpack.
Dean leaned against the wall and looked at him.
"I apologize for calling you an idiot yesterday." Dean said sincerely.
Bobby raised his head and smiled, "It's okay, crybaby."
Sam walked in from outside, holding a pill box in his hand with a hint of embarrassment on his face.
Dean raised his eyebrows and said, "Where are you going? Going to get a booster shot?"
Sam nodded sheepishly.
All three of them laughed.
Bai Haorui walked out of the bathroom, holding a bowl of black ointment in his hand.
"Sam, apply this three times a day and you will be fine tomorrow." Bai Haorui said, "And Bobby, come here, I will give you acupuncture and strengthen your legs."
Bobby sat obediently on the chair and rolled up his trouser legs.
Bai Haorui took out the silver needle and skillfully inserted it into several acupuncture points on Bobby's knees. The purple-gold True Gang flowed into Bobby's body along the silver needle, nourishing the damaged muscles and bones.
Bobby sighed comfortably, "I feel much better. Haorui, your medical skills are really getting better and better."