The mark printed on Lao Jiang, his cousin and his eldest nephew was not very obvious before, and I could only get a vague glimpse of it, but this time I saw it clearly: it was a figure with three heads and six arms, a green face and fangs, and a fierce look.
It is extremely ferocious, holding magic weapons in its hands, whether it is a mirror, a slip, a stick or a vase. The most eye-catching thing is a pagoda-like thing; it sits cross-legged with its legs tilted thirty degrees to the left.
There is a burning black lotus, blooming with slowly rising flames...
My heart skipped a beat at that moment and stopped immediately.
Is this thing... the god that Deaf Luo sacrificed his life to worship? No matter how I look at it, it seems to be inextricably linked to the statue enshrined by the Evil Spirit Sect?
Zamao Xiaodao also felt strange. The resentful spirit just now was so fierce that we almost got killed. Who would have thought that the intervention of the Golden Silkworm Gu was like the melting snow of the spring sun, neutralizing its evil spirit in one fell swoop, and finally giving us
He gained precious time, concentrated his energy, and printed it upside down on the cement wall - ghosts and resentments are originally immeasurable and intangible, but they can hurt people's lives with the help of a medium with a negative attribute.
It was the Golden Silkworm Gu that stabilized his figure that led to this success.
Could it be that Golden Silkworm Gu was born to restrain it?
While I looked nervously at the image on the wall, I touched the golden silkworm Gu flying in the air as a sign of praise.
When the talisman on the tip of Zamao Xiaodao's mahogany sword burned out, the haze in the entire room was swept away. I shouted towards the door, and someone immediately walked in and turned on the light. Seeing me and
Leader Zhou was extremely surprised by the messy appearance of Zamao Xiaodao. He stood far away and asked what was going on.
I pointed to the ground, and when he saw the bloody cement floor, he was so shocked that he started to sweat and stepped back.
I quietly took the Golden Silkworm Gu back into my body, connected the nine kinds of handprints towards the image of the statue on the wall, and followed the original path back to the door.
The peach wood sword with talisman burning in Zamao Xiaodao has been burnt to charcoal. Using this black color, I drew a "Turtle and Snake Seven Intersection Array" on the wall. The hexagrams are brilliant, and then I wrote a few more
The scrawled heavenly book came to me and said loudly to this week's leader: "This leader, this room has become a place where resentment gathers. If the living person is infected, the temperament will be weird, and if the dead person is infected, the soul will remain alive and turn into a ghost. I and
Lu Zuo has found the source and sealed it on the wall, but after all, it is an evil thing, and resentment cannot be eliminated. If there are any omissions, it will naturally not be beautiful. Therefore, if possible, please invite Taoist and Buddhist monks to the prison party for a banquet.
At this point, only by reciting sutras and reciting mantras sincerely and surviving for three days can you be liberated."
Leader Zhou looked at the blood on the floor of the cell and the reflection on the wall. He was trembling with fear. He also saw that Zamao Xiaodao and I were covered in filth. Knowing that what we said was true, he proposed that we purify this thing. I don't want to
While talking, Zamao Xiaodao gave full play to his ability to deceive people and took out a lot of money.
After negotiating these things, the prison cell was temporarily sealed off. Zamao Xiaodao pasted two talismans on the door, chanted sutras, and had a much more positive attitude.
We took a good bath in the public bathroom of the prison, and asked Xiao Li to help us buy a complete set of clothes in the county town. Then we personally carried the dirty clothes to the boiler room and put them in the boiler room.
It was all burned to ashes. After completing this, we returned to the office to discuss the follow-up matters in detail with Leader Zhou. The curse left by Deaf Luo in this prison has been sealed by us. We only need to ask people to chant sutras day and night to relieve their grievances, but
One thing is, after the deaf man Naluo died, how was his body disposed of?
Leader Zhou told us that Luo Dacheng had no relatives. After an autopsy at the Public Security Bureau proved that he had committed suicide, the body was handed over to the village committee of Zhongyang Village where he lived. As far as he knew, Luo Dacheng, the village party secretary of Zhongyang Village, had committed suicide.
After Dacheng's land was recovered and the old house was sold, some money was raised to bury him hastily.
As for where he is buried, it is unknown.
After clearing the roots and tracing the source, Zamao Xiaodao and I discussed it and decided to go to Zhongyang Village to inquire about the whereabouts of Deaf Luo.
Without further ado, I immediately called Ma Haibo, and after obtaining his permission, Xiao Li took us to Zhongyang Village.
After leaving the prison, we rushed westward without stopping. It was already noon when we arrived at the small village in the mountains. Xiao Li took us to the village chief's house. After learning our purpose, the old man with white hair and beard
The village chief (actually the village party secretary), carrying a cigarette pot and a pot, led us on a three-mile winding mountain road to a hill. He pointed at the mass of mass graves in front of us and told us about the new tomb.
It belongs to Deaf Luo.
There were only a few people in their Fang clan, so his lineage was cut off. The villagers couldn't bear to let him throw his body in the wild, so they raised some money and bought him a thin-skinned coffin and buried him there.
We went uphill and downhill, and finally came to the new tomb. The bluestone erected there was narrow and the area was not large. The tombstones were also messy and perfunctory, making people feel a little uncomfortable looking at them.
Luo Dacheng's name was written on it, and it was signed by several distant relatives. I noticed that next to this grave, an acquaintance of mine was buried, who was my first opponent after obtaining the golden silkworm Gu: "Luo Er
sister".
It turned out that Luo Ermei was also buried here, and their tombs were located next to each other.
In the final analysis, I have no grudge against Deaf Luo. The original reason was that he thought that my cousin had been harmed by me and died in public, and his soul could not rest in peace, so he sought revenge on me. What happened later was not surprising.
Duoyan, Deaf Luo is like Luo Ermei. He has been hiding for many years and almost no one knows about his cultivation of Gu. However, in order to gain the breath in his chest and abdomen, so many changes have happened. I don’t know the relationship between these cousins.
What kind of stories are there during this time, but when I think back on it, I always feel that fate has played a trick on people, which is very sad.
I walked around Deaf Luo's tomb, always feeling like there was something fishy. When I met Zamao Xiaodao's gaze, he nodded and whispered that he wanted to open an autopsy.
I took Xiao Li aside and asked what should I do about this matter?
Xiao Li was a little dazed, saying that this was a troublesome matter, and the deceased was the most important, so he rashly lifted his tomb. There seemed to be something wrong. When the old village chief next to him heard our conversation, he couldn’t even say no, what the elders said
, if you dig an unknown grave, you will suffer disaster, and it is easy to injure others.
Seeing that both of them were against it, I became even more determined to open the restaurant - anyway, there was no one to look for.
But we didn't talk. We went back with the old man and had lunch at his house. During the period, I called Ma Haibo to discuss the matter. At first, he thought it was troublesome and refused to agree, so I threatened him and said that there was something in the tomb.
If there is something strange, if you ignore it, that's okay. I'll leave. But if there are any bizarre murders here in the future, don't come to me. I won't care if you come to me.
Seeing my decisiveness, Ma Haibo had no choice but to agree to help me find someone.
After lunch, he called again and said that he agreed in principle, but he couldn't convince the people in Zhongyang Village. As for the manpower, we still had to find it ourselves and the funding bureau would provide it.
We were helpless, but fortunately Xiao Li knew the militia captain of this village, so he summoned four strong laborers in the fields, secretly hid it from the old village chief, and went to the mass grave again. The seven of us, each with a hoe, began to dig up
The grave came. They were all farmers, and they dug quickly. It didn't take long to dig out more than half of it. Just when the black thin-skinned coffin lid was exposed, there was a sound of copper bells in the distance. Then, the Tianwazi at the foot of the slope
A large number of villagers poured out of thin air at the end, shouting loudly, led by the old village chief.
When Xiao Li saw this, his legs were so frightened that he was so frightened that they found out.
What people in their profession fear most is this kind of mass incident. The villagers who caused the trouble are not responsible. Instead, it is the police who caused the mass incident. They will always be held responsible and punished to the end. The thought of going back and sitting down
Xiao Li looked pale at the miserable scene of being benched, and couldn't help but blame Zamao Xiaodao and me, blaming us for causing a big mistake for him and Captain Ma.
My face also looked a little ugly. I thought that Deaf Luo had no direct relatives and no one came to look for him, but I didn't expect that the people in this village were so united. The old village chief said hello and more than 40 people came.
In the early years, Zhongyang was a Miao village, isolated and remote, and the people here were also famous for being arrogant. I didn't expect that it would still be like this after so many years of liberation.
If the situation is not controlled, everyone's face will not look good.
The old village chief quickly came to us surrounded by people. The militia captain and the four men he recruited were all his grandchildren. Each of them received a slap on the head. These fat and strong men
They didn't dare to let go of a fart, so they squatted aside obediently. The old village chief showed off his power, pointed at us and cursed, saying that he would treat you with delicious food and drink. After he was full and his mouth was full, he ran over.
What's the point of our village coming to dig up other people's graves?
The villagers nearby saw the half-dug grave and cursed angrily.
Some spoke the Qinghai-Mongolian dialect, some spoke the Miao dialect, and some spoke the Dong dialect. The more they spoke, the more excited they became. For a moment, foam was flying at the mouth, and the crowd was furious. The rakes and hoes they were carrying wanted to wave over our heads, and the scene suddenly got out of control.
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I, Xiao Li and Zamao Xiaodao walked back and explained to them, but in this scene, how could anyone listen to us? Some unscrupulous little kids picked up the dirt on the ground and threw it in our faces.
Immediately, some people followed suit and prepared to throw clods of soil. Seeing this, Zamao Xiaodao was so angry that he shouted loudly: "Stop making noise!"
Thunder struck, and everyone else stopped talking.
Taking advantage of this momentum, Zamao Xiaodao explained to the old village chief, but he still didn't listen and just told us to get out of here.
It was at this time that a cloud drifted over from the other side of the sky, and the already gloomy weather suddenly turned dark, and there were dull knocking sounds from the grave behind us.