The family history of the Si family was registered by the Secretary of History. It is more detailed than the murals. Everything big and small is recorded in it. The most recorded records were a hundred years ago. Fifty years later, as the Si family announced that they would no longer repair the
With the practice of witchcraft, the bloodline has withered from generation to generation, and there are less and less things to record in the history of this family.
In the past twenty years, I have only recorded it in two or three pages.
The history of this family has gone from glory to decadence, and then to decline step by step. The whole history of blood and tears is as heavy as a mountain.
Qin Liuxi turned back to a hundred years ago, and after reading it carefully bit by bit, he found that there was no mention in the family history that the saint son Wu Jin and the black witch saint had a son.
But the gossip heard by the little ginseng essence said that the black witch saint had a disembowelment, took out the fetus, painted a talisman formation and set up the altar.
Was it the brat who was bragging, or the black witch saint who had a trick up her sleeve and didn't let the witch know that she was pregnant at all, causing the entire white witch clan to not know about it.
Qin Liuxi turned to a page and read: In the Yimao month of the Gengchen year, the great witch Si Sheng of our clan summoned eight sacrificial elders and the saint Si Qing to encircle and suppress the black witch temple. They won a great victory.
I exploded the Yuan Dan on the altar, sacrificed my soul, and planted a blood curse, cursing my family for endless retribution for generations to come.
In the sixth month of Xinweiding, the holy son Si Ling died of bleeding from his seven orifices. His soul was scattered, and the high priest grieved for his son.
In the last month of the Gengchen year, the saint Si Qing sacrificed her blood to the sky and got a glimpse of the secret. It was predicted that the blood curse could be broken within a hundred years. With the power of all the priests, they set up a large defensive formation, leaving a trace of shadow to protect the blood.
The following records are about who died each year and what disease they died of.
Turning to one of the pages, Qin Liuxi let out a sigh and his eyes fell on it.
This record is different from others. It is about an idiot who lost a soul. His actions before death were to remove the uterus by caesarean section, kneel down and draw graffiti, and mutter words, as if he was making a sacrifice. It is appalling.
Qin Liuxi clicked on this record thoughtfully, this operation looked familiar!
Although some idiots are missing a soul, they still have talents that are different from others, or they may be able to communicate with ghosts and gods, and know the past and the future. Which type of idiot does this belong to?
"What did you see?" Si Lengyue walked over.
Qin Liuxi raised his head: "Is the sacrifice finished?"
"It's just a small sacrifice. Nowadays, there are only a few people. Except for the ten-year ceremony, the rest of the small sacrifices were simplified when my mother was still alive." Si Lengyue said.
Qin Liuxi pointed out the short record to her: "Take a look."
Si Lengyue took it and took a look. It was not that she had never read the historical records. If she had read this paragraph in the past, she would have read it. After all, the causes of death of everyone are different.
But after hearing the gossip from Little Ginseng Essence, and then seeing this paragraph, something strange arose in my heart.
"What comes to mind?" Qin Liuxi asked her.
Si Lengyue said: "It's the same as the gossip Xiao Shen heard. Could it be that this idiot also saw it?"
"Look how old she is. At fifteen, Gong Xianzhuan would have been dead long ago." Qin Liuxi said with a smile.
Si Lengyue was a little embarrassed and said, "I'm telling you a joke. Does that mean she has the ability to know the past?"
"It's hard to say, Chi'er is short of one soul. Maybe she accidentally had the innate ability to pass through, or maybe her one soul was really seen when Gong Xianzhen sacrificed." "Can one soul be seen too?"
"A person has three souls and seven souls, and together they are the whole person. But if they are separated, it is like a body." Qin Liuxi used two fingers as a metaphor and said: "What you can see, you can't say for sure.
You can also see this at a certain opportunity."
Si Lengyue seems to have realized something.
"Of course, this is just my conjecture, but in this record, is one piece of gossip a coincidence, and the second one is still a coincidence?" Qin Liuxi said: "I see that your family's history records have been recorded for these hundreds of years, and they are all dedicated to solving this blood curse.
I have been running around and risking my life, but no one has been able to succeed. I am afraid that just as you said, I have looked in the wrong direction, and the real source has not been found at all, so it cannot be solved."
Si Lengyue was startled, then turned to look at the statue of the saint, and said quietly: "She once predicted that it would take a hundred years to solve the problem. What she said was true. Without your appearance, wouldn't she have known this all along?"
Qin Liuxi also looked over, but he was very interested and said: "She is very powerful. I think she was highly respected by the believers at that time.
The witchcraft power is also very strong."
Si Lengyue said: "She is also a witch doctor. If she were still here today, she would definitely get along well with you."
The statue stands quietly on the high platform, with the corners of its mouth slightly hooked and its eyes looking forward, quiet, peaceful, compassionate and peaceful.
Si Lengyue said: "Let's go, I will take you to see the saint's notebook."
Qin Liuxi followed her out, and when she stepped out of the temple threshold, she seemed to feel something. She turned back to look at the statue, as if she saw a glimmer of light.
The saint's residence is right in front of the waterfall. Although nearly a hundred years have passed, the house is still clean. Standing in front of the house, you can keep the view of the valley within sight.
Qin Liuxi looked at this small building. It was very simple and neat, with totems carved everywhere, the bed was a bamboo bed, and there was a volume of books placed in front of the desk, as if the owner had never left, but had just traveled far away and never returned.
She watched Si Lengyue pull out a volume of letters from the bookshelf and hand it over.
"I thought such a note would be kept very secretive." Qin Liuxi smiled.
Si Lengyue said: "The prophecy is not a secret, but it is not as detailed as the handwritten notes. So even if the clansmen know that there is this prophecy, because it is something in the future, there is nowhere to look for it, so we can only wait. Later, the clansmen withered.
, each generation was not as good as the last, and in the end the family was destitute. The only person who knows the details is the head of the family."
Qin Liuxi opened the letter and read it. The letter was written in small regular script and was neatly read. As she read on, she seemed to see the man sitting behind the desk, writing down the blood curse in the clan one by one.
They tried everything they could to break the curse, but failed, and could only watch their people wither away.
They began to complain that using the Holy Son as their master was the worst decision the White Witch Clan had made since the establishment of the religion, causing the White Witch Clan to fall into catastrophe.
"...I have a glimpse of the secret. The blood curse has existed for hundreds of years. A son will be born. He will bear the karma fire pattern on the lotus. He will save our clan from the danger of extinction. If the noble son can solve our clan's difficulties, the people of our clan should pay attention to it.
The noble son is the Lord, and we will keep good friends for thousands of years, and will never let him down, in order to repay the divine grace..."
A drop of red fell on this sentence. Qin Liuxi looked at the desk and seemed to see blood bleeding from the corner of Si Qing's mouth while writing.
Qin Liuxi continued to read, and Si Qing also wrote about his doubts about Gong Xianzhen's soul-sacrificing blood curse. He suspected that she had another plan, but she had no way to investigate it due to the lack of time.
The note ends abruptly here.
Qin Liuxi read it again from beginning to end and said: "Si Qing may have guessed that Gong Xianzhu was playing tricks on the Black Witch Altar, but he just didn't have enough time to find the real source. Then the biggest trouble is coming. We
Where are you looking for the real place where the curse was raised?"
The kid has been reincarnated and has no way of knowing where he saw it. How did they find that place?
I really don’t want to write about fantasy, I don’t want to write about Shen Long, and I can’t write about fantasy—the above are all my scumbag’s excuses!
