The picture scroll in front of me is like the remains of the Nine Netherworld, extremely terrifying.
The fractures on the butcher's neck were uneven. It seemed that he had cut them off many times with a knife, but there was still a trace of skin and flesh connected. The green and black carrion had long festered, but the huge and stupid body remained standing, looking forward to it.
Chasing this ancient alley becomes a nightmare that lingers in your sleep.
The tongueless man whose mouth was full of blood was still opening his mouth. Blood spray sprayed on the old door panel, seeping into the original fine and smooth texture, leaving traces instead of the scream he could no longer utter...
The butcher Dutou stood drunkenly under the moonlight, lifeless. A smell mixed with putrid, fishy, and corpse odors spread in the streets and alleys, turning into a strange floating mist that enveloped Jipi Alley.
"Amitabha. Greedy memory is a sin. When a person's sins are over, he will take shape when he encounters bad luck, and is called a ghost."
Jiang Wen spoke softly, turning a blind eye to the horrifying scene in front of him, but becoming more alert to the dense and strange fog.
The Shurangama Sutra says that if the ghosts in hell harbor resentful habits, they will take shape when encountering bad energy, which refers to the irregularity of the four seasons and the decay of yin and yang. Therefore, they like to spread plagues and carry out epidemics, and are called plague ghosts.
The counties in central Fujian were the first to be developed. The poisonous fog in the Suze Valley in the south had long since dissipated. It should not have caused death by breathing, drinking, or swallowing. Therefore, the staggeringly thick miasma here was simply unbelievable, making people dare not act rashly.
At this time, the moonlit night was bright, the cold fog was clear, and there were no people in the ancient alleys. There were ancient trees in the courtyard of the house, and only the lanterns at the entrance of the alley were shining in the distance, like a pair of stone lions with red eyes at the entrance of the courtyard of the deep house.
The door wall of the house is right in the middle of the front yard wall. It is a rectangular door made of stone frames and on the same plane as the wall. It is not too high.
Jiang Wen climbed up the courtyard wall with his hands, supported the tile eaves, and used Qinggong to climb up steadily. He broke through the strange fog cage by holding his breath, and rushed straight into the cold night sky to shine with the full moon. Then he was caught in the cold moon.
, a sword cry sounded like a dragon roaring in the empty valley, and a comet pierced down from the sky like a comet striking the moon!
The huge corpse of the butcher shook slightly, and the flying shadow disappeared from the end of the alley.
Jiang Wen saw the ancient bronze sword in Jiang Wen's hand piercing the body, splattering out blood, poisonous juice and stench all over the ground. The corpse miasma seemed to be endless, until Jiang Wen hurriedly passed through the alley and stood back at the courtyard wall. This unknown corpse
Then he suddenly fell to the ground.
The sword was so smooth and traceless that it shone brightly. After Jiang Wen finished using it, he realized that the tongueless man at the door had disappeared, as if he had suddenly disappeared into the cold air.
"Do you know where this is? This is an emergency alley."
Jiang Wen swung away the dirty water on the sword, put it into its sheath, and said slowly, "If you don't hide when you see me, you deserve to die twice."
Jipi Alley is adjacent to Gong Alley and Tower Alley. The residents of the two places have already gone to sleep, and the lights are off. It is as if they have never heard any strange movements and dare not hear any sounds.
At this moment, the alley was full of malaria, emitting colorful evil shapes under the moonlight, and it was no longer suitable for further investigation. Jiang Wen found that there was nothing left except the house of the owner of Eryouzhai, and the trip was almost in vain.
"There's something wrong with Kitty Lane."
Jiang Wen slowly thought about the scene just now, "The appearance of the butcher was such a coincidence, someone must have deliberately caused trouble..."
Thinking about it carefully, Jiang Wen didn't find nothing when he went deep into the house of the owner of Eryouzhai. He could also determine two points through a simple psychological profile.
First of all, the soapstone carvings on the roof ridge were commonly used in the Han Dynasty, but the owner of the house placed them on the roof, which is the most conspicuous and difficult to be noticed. This shows that his character is forbearing but also public. Feeling dissatisfied with being in darkness and depression for a long time.
At the same time, Jiang Weneng could tell that the other party seemed to believe in Buddhism and respected the Three Treasures. He also deliberately retained Buddhist artifacts from the Ming dynasty artifacts collected from various places.
Therefore, this admiration for Buddhism was externalized to this puzzling butcher who took the lead - Jiang Wen also roughly guessed that the butcher's correct name should be Zhushaluo.
Jin monk Faxian mentioned in "Buddha's Kingdom" that "there is a country named Zhushashiluo. Zhushashiluo means truncated head in Chinese. When the Buddha was a Bodhisattva, he gave his head to people here, so it was named after it."
There are stories in Buddhism about cutting off meat to feed eagles, sacrificing one's body to feed tigers, and giving people their eyes to others, all of which are to prove great compassion and enlightenment. However, this story of the Moonlight King cutting off heads to give to people has a hint of horror.
According to legend, the Moonlight King was the Buddha in his previous life. He was rich and generous, and he was willing to do good to others. He always responded to requests. One day, an evil person claimed that he had a headache and asked for his head to replace it.
After hearing this, the Moonlight King immediately drew his sword. He tied his hair to a tree to straighten his neck. He picked up the sharp sword with his right hand and swung it hard, but it was not completely cut off due to the pain. Then he swung it again and again, and blood continued to spurt out. Splash, until it was completely severed and the headless king fell dead...
Therefore, the butcher at the door seemed mysterious and scary, but in fact Jiang Wen could sense the religious connotation in him.
The method of cutting off the person's death and the identity of the butcher's knife in his hand are all Buddhism's Zen opportunities to incarnate evil retribution, to abandon external self-grasping, and to persuade the world to do good as soon as possible, and to turn around and be safe.
But by using such cruel methods to persuade people to do good, Jiang Wen also understood that the other party was by no means a sane person. He had probably fallen into a deeper evil and only wanted to use more extreme methods to atone for the five turbid evils. World.
"It's the White Lotus Sect again."
Jiang Wen raised his head and said suddenly.
What is imaginary is what is real, what is real is what is fictitious. The behavior of the White Lotus Sect is fictitious but real, and it is a waste of human lives. If these things were done by them, it would be easy to solve.
Jiang Wen further speculated that the other party must not know who he is, and making such a big noise this time has two purposes: scaring away or luring him away. But no matter which purpose, the place they don't want him to go to must be them. The most critical place!
I don't know why, but since they first met in Sanliting, Jiang Wen has always been able to sniff out clues about the White Lotus Sect, and he is very familiar with their deliberately concealed ghost methods.
He would never admit to this that some of his ideas and those of the White Lotus Sect could always be thought of together.
At least his good nine-year compulsory education prevented him from using these things to create terror and deceive people.
——After all, he has encountered the truly terrifying thing in the world more than once.
When Jiang Wen returned to the house of the owner of Eryouzhai again, the ancient corridor and courtyard were dark and gloomy, and the Buddhist hall and study room were the same as before, but a faint blood filled the air, as if there was nothing there.
But this time Jiang Wen did not go up to the attic, but looked at an ancient well in the courtyard, thoughtfully.
"The tongueless man at the door can suddenly appear at the door and disappear from the door for a short time, which means that this place... is called an tunnel..."
Jiang Wen approached the ancient well, stroking the rough and slippery edge, imagining the bucket cable rubbing against the stone wall countless times, sucking in the cold water from the dark spring.
A well is a place that penetrates the ground. It should be impossible for anyone to enter because the wellhead is so narrow. But if someone does some tricks in this well-drilling project, will it be a success...
Jiang Wen walked around the well and gently tapped the stone floor with the hilt of his sword. Sure enough, he noticed something strange and suddenly made a sound under a piece of bluestone.
The thick stone slab was moved away, and a thicker miasma floated out from it. The strange mist seemed to transform into poisonous and ugly snakes, vipers and insects of all sizes, and poured out from the bottomless underground cave.
come out.
Jiang Wen used the nameless power to run the "Samadhi Sutra" of the same style as You Tanzhi, and used a unique method to detoxify the poisonous gas, and even slowly recover by dissolving the miasma poison.
Due to the loss of the Nine Yang Divine Skill tonight.
After jumping into the cave, Jiang Wen slowly walked along the corridor that required bending to walk, and finally saw a cold purple candle burning in the distance.
From the moment he saw the candlelight, Jiang Wen found that his field of vision changed from head to toe to an octagonal stacked bucket building paved with large blue bricks. The bricks were engraved with running deer, lotus and various patterns. Further forward, the brackets, fake
Doors and false windows are all available, and a few imitation wood semicircular columns support the small, square space.
At this time, the fake bluestone door had been pushed open. On the door was a lifelike half-profile maid, wearing a Chinese bun and standing there looking at Jiang Wen. She leaned against the door and covered her mouth with a smile. She almost spoke as her eyes moved.
say.
But where the cold candle shined, there were no traces of living people, only a huge faded red coffin, quietly placed on the coffin bed.
The coffin board that had been forcibly pushed away could not block the view, and one could clearly see an ancient corpse with jade and silk robes, lying quietly in the silk quilt that had turned to brocade gray. The corpse was shriveled and not rotten, as if it was sleeping.
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This house was actually built on a tomb of unknown age!