Chapter 5 With the repression, the origin of the demon witch hands is now
Wan Sanye's final treatment to Wang Mazi was to confiscate his green snake Gu that had been refined for three years and teach him a lesson. As for other things, he did not make any further judgments. After all, except for
Apart from being bitten by Gao Gao this time, Wang Mazi did not do anything to hurt others. Wan Sanye has been in the world for a long time, so he naturally knows the principle of "leave a line in life so that we can meet each other easily in the future", so he did not embarrass him too much.
Wang Mazi was naturally aggrieved by Wan Sanye's decision - in his mind, he had saved the child on the bed, so he was not guilty, so why should his hard work be taken away?
But his mother seemed to be in awe of Wan Sanye and didn't dare to question him. She held his hand and stopped him from talking.
Zhao Zhonghua acted like a disciple, and after taking away the little green snake with the cloth bag, he picked up the pink meat pieces on the ground without missing a single one.
Mr. Wan San stopped talking and turned to leave, while Mr. Wan stayed in the room and earnestly persuaded the mother and son in the room.
Walking out of the house, his mother expressed her gratitude to Master Wan San and the rest of us, and then left with her children. Little Butt happily held Master Wan San’s hand and said, Grandpa, why are you here?
? Mr. Wan San smiled but didn't answer, and asked, "Little Butt, why did you come here?" Little Butt pointed at us and said that he brought them here. Grandma said that this uncle is your disciple. Is he the same as my uncle?
As soon as her words came out, we all laughed: This child is so senior when he speaks.
Mr. Wan Sanye chatted with the little butt Wei Meimei, and after waiting for a while in front of the dirt road, Mr. Wan walked over with his eldest son, hands behind his back. The two old men exchanged views on Wang Mazi's matter, and both felt a little confused.
Worry: This guy's mind has entered the devil's way. If he doesn't think about the right path all day long, he is afraid that he will cause trouble. You have to be careful in the future.
Mr. Wan turned around, looked at the dilapidated house, sighed, and said that Zhu Zhu's mother was also a miserable person. The man had been raising voodoos for a living in his early years, but when someone found out, he was beaten to death in Heizhu.
In the ditch, she never thought that the upper beam was not straight and the lower beam was crooked. She worked hard to drag the two-year-old child into an adult. When she came to her son, something like this happened again. It was really not easy for people to worry about.
Mr. Wan San said that raising Gu would harm the world and make others despise him. Who can blame him?
When he said this, he gave me a thoughtful look.
I walked up to him without any guilt and looked into his eyes.
Zhao Zhonghua held up the cloth bag in his hand and asked his master what to do with it. Mr. Wan Sanye said that when he went back, he would dig a pit in a kiln and burn the thing until it was reduced to ashes and then buried it in the cemetery. I waved my hand and said
Don't go to such trouble, I'll handle it. After saying that, I took the cloth bag from Zhao Zhonghua's hand, patted my chest, and the golden silkworm Gu immediately appeared, like a hungry ghost reincarnated, and got in directly.
It belonged to a semi-spiritual body, and it passed through the cloth, and then the frightened cry of the little green snake and the violent beating of the pink flesh came from inside.
They both belong to the same genus as Gu, and the Green Snake Gu is obviously a food of the Golden Silkworm Gu.
Looking at its embarrassing eating appearance, I sighed in my heart: "We are born from the same roots, so why rush to fry each other?"
When he saw the appearance of the Golden Silkworm Gu, Wan Sanye's calm face showed an moved expression, and said, "Brother, is this the Golden Silkworm Gu?" I said yes, and he asked again, "This is the golden silkworm Gu of yours".
Silkworm Gu... I nodded and said yes, and then he remembered to ask me what my name was. Zhao Zhonghua immediately came over, introduced us both, and explained the purpose of coming here.
Wan Sanye touched the white beard under his chin, nodded and said, no problem, go back and talk.
Mr. Wan's house is in the middle of the village. It's a big row of houses. He went inside and sat down in the main room. I won't talk about this in advance. Mr. Wan was busy asking about his grandson Wan Chao'an. Mr. Wan shook his head and sighed, while Wan Yong said
He explained the reason to his father, saying that Chao'an was just stupid and bold. They followed the trail all the way until they reached the edge of Heizhugou. They didn't see him again. He must have gone into the ditch. They were not prepared for this trip, so they saw him for a while.
It would be fruitless, so I came back to get some things and then went directly into the ditch tomorrow.
Mr. Wan's young daughter-in-law, who hurried over in a hurry, became dizzy when she heard the news. She said that her child was lost yesterday. If she delayed for another day, wouldn't the hope of finding her child become even slimmer?
When Mr. Wan heard this, he was so angry that he blew his beard, glared, lost his temper, and said, are you worried about your son now? When the thick fog rolls in at night in Heizhugou, ghosts howl, your son is in danger, and your third uncle will
Isn’t it dangerous anymore? Isn’t your elder brother in danger? If I had known it was so dangerous, why didn’t I keep my son under control? That way, everyone would be safe!
The old man's temper was quite frightening, and his daughter-in-law, who was in her forties or fifties, did not dare to take a deep breath and stopped talking in front of him.
We arrived at the wrong time, so we waited for the family to discuss rescuing the boy who was driving the sheep into the mountains. After half an hour, Mr. Wan San had time to greet us who had been waiting for a long time and asked me this
What happened to my hand? I don’t hide my illness from medical treatment. Since I wanted to find someone to look at the problem, I naturally didn’t dare to hide anything, so I explained to Mr. Wan San one by one the origin of the face with the runes on my hand. The process was different.
It was so strange, full of twists and turns, that even Zhao Zhonghua had never heard of it. It was like listening to a story, and everyone in the group listened with gusto.
When I finished explaining the illness caused by Luo Deaf's curse, Wan Sanye stroked his beard, frowned, and asked me to show him my hand.
Looking at this strange hand, he was silent for a long time, five minutes, ten minutes...
My mood is getting lower and lower, and I wonder if Wan Sanye doesn't know about it either? But thinking about it, this thing is extremely weird. Not to mention Zamao Xiaodao and the Xiao family, it is the omnipotent know-it-all Shiyuhu in my heart.
Mr. Pi Mao also expressed that he was helpless, but Wan Sanye didn't know it was common sense. Unexpectedly, after a long time, he actually asked about the detailed process of our stay in Qingshan Realm.
Naturally, I knew everything I wanted to say, and I couldn't stop talking. He listened attentively for a while, then put a warm hand on my left wrist and tapped it lightly with three fingers.
The strength was strange, like a dragonfly touching water, but a stream of warmth flowed into my hand.
Ten breaths later, he let go of my hand, smiled, and said, Lu Zuo, if you ask others about your condition, they will naturally not know about it, but if you find me, you have found the right person. My ancestor once had a fragment of a scroll called
It's called "The Seven-Character Technique of Suppressing Wushan", and it just has an explanation. This technique is not a disease, but a kind of ancient witchcraft: the ancients once used the blood of visitors from the spirit world to worship the palms to obtain the ability to subdue ghosts and monsters. It is called
Demon shaman's hand; however, this technique can not only allow ordinary people to gain power, but it is also easy to provoke hatred and premature death. What's worse, if there are too many kills, it is easy to explode and die. After the Han and Jin Dynasties, the blood attractor became more and more popular.
It was rare, so it gradually declined.
There is a formula passed down from my ancestors, which is to neutralize the resentment and prevent it from colliding with the body's cultivation, and become a pure external force.
I was very happy when I heard that, and I held my hands in front of me as a gift. I said that in this case, the boy boldly asked the old man, if he could tell me this recipe, I would be willing to die if anything happens. He waved his hand and said that this recipe is not something important.
, since you are a good friend of my disciple Zhonghua, it’s okay to tell you... But the medicinal materials in it are all rare, some are even unheard of, and difficult to find, so even if I tell you, it will be difficult for you.
Put it all together.
I said, is there some kind of heavenly material or earthly treasure in this formula?
He smiled and said that things such as biloba, ephedra, hemp seeds, sunflower seeds, chestnut shells, sulfur, and realgar are sold in traditional Chinese medicine pharmacies in Badong County. Of course I won't mention them, but the indigo zombie silkworm,
I'm afraid you have never heard of things like wormwood, snow gallbladder and dragon fern. I smiled bitterly and said that I had heard about the former two in family biographies, but I had actually seen the latter.
The main raw materials of the straw hat on the short mule's head and the bowl of small merit soup that first subdued the golden silkworm Gu in my body were dragon fern grass.
This matter was so troublesome that it started going back and forth, but eventually it came around again.
It’s just that the wind is raging now, and the dwarf mule has disappeared long ago. Where can I find the dragon fern grass? My intestines are filled with regret. When I was in the Yitian Cave, there were dwarf mule corpses everywhere. I just picked up one.
At least I don’t have to worry about it, right?
Dragon fern grass is so hard to find, and those indigo zombie silkworms and artemisia snow galls are also very hard to find.
I was feeling depressed, but Zamao Xiaodao next to me saw the problem, and handed it over as a gift, saying that since Mr. Sanye has the recipe and he has said it with certainty just now, I guess there is a way, please enlighten me. Sanye Wan
He glanced at Zamao Xiaodao in surprise and said, you are a young man who is quite sensible. Indeed, this old man of indigo zombie silkworms has some stocks, but he really doesn’t have those artemisia snow gallbladders and dragon fern grasses. But here I am.
No, there are many of them in the mountains.
Zamao Xiaodao raised his eyebrows and said, "But in that mysterious Black Bamboo Valley?"
A smile appeared on Mr. Wan San's face and he said yes, Heizhugou is a magical place in Shennongjia. The climate is far different from that outside the mountain. Many extinct herbs grow there, but there are few people going there, so
I just don’t know it. Old man, I entered it several times when I was young and memorized a lot of it. But more than fifty years have passed and I don’t know if it’s still there...
I understood what Wan Sanye meant. If I wanted to cure my hand, I had to go into the ditch with him to collect herbs, otherwise there would be no way.
Old Man Meng told us about the horror of Heizhugou in the bamboo forest before. I was still hesitating in my heart, but Zamao Xiaodao laughed. Having said that, when we go into the mountain tomorrow, including my two brothers
That is, Zhao Zhonghua also said next to him: "Master has something to do, and the disciple has to do his job. I, Zhao Zhonghua, have been favored by my master. If I can let you take risks, I will naturally be included in this trip."
Mr. Wan Sanye laughed loudly, patted Zhao Zhonghua on the shoulder and said, Zhonghua, your friends are just like you, they are all people with good understanding and courageous behavior. We really need people as a teacher, so I won’t refuse anymore.