Chapter 8 No Mulberry Planting Before, No Willow Planting Later
Daqing, who was returning to the moon with "Jun Bu Abandon" on his back, looked back from time to time and looked at the small gourd on the back of the cow. The excitement in the huge cow's eyes could not be concealed.
Jun Buqi flicked his wide sleeves and slapped the cow on the head vigorously, "Who taught you to look around while walking? Please look at the road carefully when walking. If there is a traffic accident, will you pay compensation?"
Although Daqing didn't understand what these words meant and was slapped in the face, he still couldn't stop the restlessness and enthusiasm in his heart, and he mooed from time to time in protest.
He looked at the little gourd all the way until he returned to the thatched cottage, and then he put the little gourd away.
Jun Buqi was extremely fond of this mysterious little gourd. The two times the mysterious evil black mist appeared, the little gourd saved him twice.
This is enough to show that Xiao Gourd is the nemesis of the mysterious black mist.
Thinking that in more than two years, he would go to the formidable Ten Thousand Poison Forest to experience, Jun Buqi now felt somewhat confident.
Because in the poisonous forest where dangers are everywhere, the most terrifying thing is never the poisonous miasma in the forest, but the evil and mysterious things that appear and disappear.
But now, with this little gourd, his courage has naturally become stronger.
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When Jun Buqi returned to the Beipo Cottage and took out the statue for study, the black sedan that had appeared on the official road in the northern suburbs of Ning County had also arrived in front of the Beipo mass grave.
Although the bearers carrying the sedan chair and the maid holding the lamp looked a little pale and stiff, not like normal people, the old man who came out of the black sedan looked quite normal.
He was an old man in black clothes with age spots on his face. His face had many wrinkles, and the wrinkles seemed dense. He looked quite old, about sixty or seventy years old. But if you judge a person's age based on his appearance alone,
, in this world of cultivation, it’s just nonsense.
The old man also had a large black mole on the corner of his lip. On top of the large black mole were several long black hairs, giving him the impression of a treacherous master with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.
The old man raised his eyes and walked to an inconspicuous stone on the side of the road. He stretched out his hand and gently touched a mark on the edge of the stone.
It was a mark with a cross inside a circle, and it didn't look very eye-catching.
Under the silent mass grave, a hoarse, old and deep voice sounded: "It seems that Junior Brother Yu did stay here before his death, but it has been more than a month since it happened, so I guess nothing can be found out."
He raised his head and looked around, and murmured softly, "Although the Yin Qi has gathered again, the ghost Qi has dissipated. Obviously there are experts here to help those dead souls to transcend. Alas, I hope Master will not do this.
But blame me for not doing things well! I'm just a registered disciple!"
He walked up the mass grave and finally entered the destroyed crypt.
But in the end, as he said, he gained nothing.
Mo Changgeng had long since wiped away Jun Buqi's aura, and everything had been tidied up.
Not long after, the old man emerged from the underground cave, patted his clothes, and whispered to himself, "Sure enough, I didn't gain much! Forget it, let's go to Rong Township for a trip! I heard that there is a Gourd Valley there.
It’s a great place to stay warm in winter and cool in summer.”
…
When the old man got on the black sedan chair and headed to Rong Township under the moonlight, Jun Buqi was looking at the black beauty statue.
The beauty statue is more than two feet tall, and its appearance is similar to that of the squirrel spirit.
It is estimated that the yellow squirrel spirit used this statue as a template to customize its appearance.
Changing one's appearance couldn't be easier for monsters and monsters.
A simple illusion can solve this problem.
The statue is hollow, and there is still a trace of the odor of the weasel spirit inside.
Jun Buqi told Capt. Zhao before that there was still an evil spirit left in the statue. This was not just to scare people, but it was indeed true.
Not to mention the lingering smell of the yellow rat essence, but just the residual poison of the black mist, it is definitely not something that ordinary people can afford.
It's obvious that this statue is no ordinary statue.
The black mist summoned by the yellow squirrel spirit fell on this statue.
Jun Buqi wondered if the person carved on this statue was one of the ancient and mysterious unknown evil masters like the evil statue with eight arms and nine tails.
The material of the statue is a bit like gloomy wood. It has a strong gloomy energy, but it feels obviously moist to the touch. This is a very contradictory feeling.
Although the specific material cannot be seen, Jun Buqi feels that this should be Wuyin wood, or Yinchen wood formed from one of the other three types of Yin wood.
Pine trees, cypress trees, locust trees, elm trees, and juniper trees are called five-yin trees, and the locust tree is the first of the five-yin trees. In addition to these five-yin trees, there are three other types of five-yin trees, namely mulberry, willow, and poplar.
As the old saying goes, if you don’t plant mulberries in front of you, don’t plant willows in the back, and don’t plant ghosts in your courtyard, you’ll clap your hands.
When the ghost claps his hands, he is referring to the poplar tree.
These eight kinds of trees are generally not planted in Yangzhai.
This statue is actually of no use to him, but for those evil monks who have the ability to control ghosts, it is a very good ghost-nurturing thing.
After Jun Buqi got rid of the evil spirits on the statue, he discovered that there were some small words carved on the hollow inner wooden wall of the statue.
These words are very strange. They are similar to the words on the small gourd, but they feel different. They are like two different styles of words derived from the same words.
As he looked at it, Jun Buqi couldn't help but read out, "Wai Di Gu Luo..."
It is a very strange musical scale that sounds quite rhythmic when read. The translation is: O Lord of the Dark Heaven and Earth who is above the gods! Your servants are willing to obey your will and offer you...
As he chanted, a mysterious and majestic force seemed to emerge from deep in the sky, reaching a certain resonance with the statue, and then a trace of black light gradually emerged from the statue.
When the black light appeared, the small gourd in Jun Buqi's body jumped out instantly, and he sucked it towards the statue. The trace of black mist that just appeared on the statue was instantly swallowed by the small gourd.
A roar seemed to come from the depths of the sky, and seemed to explode in his mind. In an instant, Jun Buqi was shocked to the point where his brain was buzzing, his blood was boiling, and he was dizzy.
When he came to his senses, he realized what he had done.
Thinking about it, he couldn't help but feel scared!
Even though I didn't know the words, I read them by myself just by looking at them.
It was obvious that this was some unknown power controlling his mind, causing him to become the summoner of evil and the spokesperson of evil without even realizing it.
If it weren't for this little gourd, he would have been tricked just now.
Thinking of all the terrible consequences, he wanted to smash the statue to pieces with one slap.
But soon, his hand stopped in the air.
its not right!
Since this thing can collude with the evil, isn't it possible to use fishing to enforce the law?
Statue, evil power, small gourd, colorful liquid...
Perfect!
Jun Buqi beat his palms with his fists, feeling that there was nothing wrong with his plan.
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The next day, Jun Buqi woke up from practice and took out the small gourd and looked at it.
At this time, where is the black mist and yellow rat essence in the small gourd? Only a dozen milliliters of the seven liquids are swaying in the gourd, glowing with colorful colors, and dazzling in the sun.
Not even any scum left?
Jun Buqi shook the gourd with some confusion. After all, the little gourd swallowed a weasel spirit last night. It was impossible that even the bones and scum were melted!
His consciousness reached into it and searched for it in the small gourd.
Sure enough, not even the dregs are left!
Jun Buqi was secretly surprised.
I guess it's because more black mist was swallowed up by the small gourd this time! The amount of colorful liquid in the small gourd this time was four to five times more than last time.
Jun Buqi had a feeling that these three to four hundred drops of seven-color liquid alone would be enough for him to break through from the realm of elixir condensation on the Lingtai to the realm of golden elixir transforming into an infant.
Thinking about it, he felt that this little gourd was a little too outrageous. The goal that countless monks had struggled to achieve throughout their lives was now waving to him.
But what stood in front of him was still the power of God that made his scalp feel numb.
But regarding the Lingtai Condensation Pill, I'm not in a hurry if I don't give up.
Firstly, he had no confidence in overcoming the tribulation. He always felt that even God was targeting him. It was obvious that no one else had suffered a catastrophe when they advanced to this level. Why did he have to suffer it?
Secondly, I am worried that my strength will suddenly increase too quickly and attract too much attention.
But he has no way to upgrade, but Daqing has no such concerns. It is only at the third or fourth level of Qi Refining now, and there is no problem at all if it reaches the foundation building stage of Lingtai Dao Building.
After popping a drop of the colorful liquid into Daqing's mouth, Jun Buqi lay on his side on the futon, supporting his head with one hand and holding a book in the other, reading in the thatched cottage.
Those were the volumes of Taoist scriptures that senior brother Qian Kun gave him before returning to the mountain.
Jun Buqi really needs these books to pass the time.
After having the Seven-Colored Liquid, he naturally comprehended those skills very quickly, and his practice also became faster, and he naturally had more time.
In these heretical books, Jun Buqi saw many mysterious techniques, such as the technique of stabbing a villain, which is actually another application of the paper-cutting technique.
There is also the art of skin painting, which is very strange. Paint a piece of skin and wrap it around a person. Whatever is painted on the skin, the person can become something.
For example, if you draw a cow's skin and wrap it around a person, the person will become a cow.
There are also adding eyes to paper figures, driving corpses, sewing corpses...
Gradually, Jun Buqi gradually understood what the side sect was and what the left path was.
In a broad sense, the "Tao" in orthodoxy is the method that can lead to immortality. Except for the method that can lead to immortality, the rest of the magic methods are all hereditary methods!
In a narrow sense, the so-called heresy generally refers to those insidious arts, such as the art of painting skin, the art of dotting the eyes of paper figures, the art of driving corpses and sewing them together, etc.
After Jun Buqi read these heretical books, he felt that the orthodox monks had underestimated these heretical ideas.
Maybe they really can't live forever through this, but the things contained in it are by no means just souls and spirits, there are even some things that involve the power of heaven and earth.
In fact, in a broad sense, whether it is elixir refining, weapon refining, or sword refining, they can all be counted as heretical practices.
Jun Buqi felt that when Senior Brother Qian warned him not to indulge in it, he probably meant not to explore those weird techniques, such as skin-painting techniques and paper-tying techniques.
You just need to understand them and not be fooled by them.
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Rong Township, Ning County.
Among the valleys of Nanshan Mountain, there is a Gourd Valley.
The valley is like a gourd lying on the ground, small on the outside and big on the inside. The mouth of the valley is like the mouth of the big gourd. This is why the gourd valley got its name.
Although the Calabash Valley is surrounded by mountains, it is not stuffy inside. Instead, it has the effect of being warm in winter and cool in summer.
Several hills around this valley are the property of the Wang family in Rong Township. This Hulu Valley is also the old man of the Wang family's favorite place.
There is a stream outside the mouth of the valley. The old man of the Wang family once ordered people to lead the stream into the valley and built a small pond in the valley. There was also a pavilion in it. In the summer, the old man of the Wang family liked to stay in this valley to escape the heat. He once said
, he must be buried in this valley after his death.
Although the descendants of the Wang family felt a little dissatisfied with turning the summer resort into an ancestral grave, they did not dare to disobey the old man's wishes. No one wanted to be an unfilial son at this time.
On this day, the valley welcomed an old man in black clothes with a big black mole at the corner of his mouth. The old man in black clothes looked at the valley from a distance and began to feel frightened.
However, it was noon at the moment, with the sun shining high and the sky clear. Although he felt that there was something strange here, he could not see any deeper clues.
Until at night, when the old man in black came outside the Calabash Valley again, he was immediately frightened by what he saw and turned around and ran away.
It looked like he was moving slowly, as if he was dying, but in fact he ran faster than a young man, and was already several miles away in almost the blink of an eye.
That night, the old man of the Wang family died in his home.
There are rumors that the old man of the Wang family was frightened to death.
There are also rumors that the Wang family was haunted that night.
However, the Wang family kept this secret, and hurriedly invited a monk to pray for the old man, and then arranged the burial and buried the old man in the Calabash Valley.
But who would have thought that when the Wang family was digging the grave for the old man, they dug out a sarcophagus.
There was actually a coffin in the treasure cave surveyed by Mr. Feng Shui, which made everyone feel a little strange. However, despite being strange, the Wang family decided to dig out the sarcophagus, move it to the side, and then put the coffin of their old man.
Buried.
This Calabash Valley has been the property of their royal family for hundreds of years. I don’t know whose family this sarcophagus belongs to, so no one has claimed it, so don’t worry about it.
Just when they were about to do this, the originally cloudless sky suddenly became overcast with clouds, a strong wind blew up, and the dust flew up, making it difficult to open one's eyes.
Not long after, big raindrops fell from the sky, and it suddenly started pouring.
But even the pouring rain could not stop the Wang family. They found a few strong men to carry out the sarcophagus.
But from four strong men to eight strong men, and finally to twelve, they still could not move the sarcophagus at all, as if the sarcophagus had already taken root in the ground.
In desperation, the Wang family had no choice but to dig a hole next to the sarcophagus and hurriedly bury the old man.
That night, two figures took advantage of the darkness and quietly walked into the Gourd Valley.
The two men dug out the coffin of the newly buried old man from the Wang family, and then took away all the burial objects in the coffin.
Just when one of the thieves reached out to the old man Wang's mouth and tried to pull out a pearl from his mouth, the old man Wang's eyes suddenly opened.
ah……
The screams resounded throughout the valley.
PS: Thanks to all the brothers for the rewards, bow and thank you!
There is no repayment for the sadness, so I have to work hard to code!