Maoshan ghost hunter

Ye Shaoyang took one curiously, studied it carefully for a moment, and shook his head. These bones were completely calcified, and dust fell off after a touch, so there was nothing to be found.

Wu Tong said: "These fingers are all middle fingers! And they are all men's middle fingers."

Ye Shaoyang was startled, looked at these fingers again, and said, "How can you see that?"

"A man's finger, no matter how thin it is, is thicker than a woman's finger, and the five fingers of a person are different. People's fingers have different lengths and thicknesses, but in terms of proportion, the middle finger is the thickest, and the two fingers are the thickest. The length of the middle of each knuckle is different, this ratio, you can see it by looking at your own fingers."

Ye Shaoyang spread out his hands and looked at the difference between Wugen's fingers. It was indeed as he said. Looking at these fingers, it seems that the length ratio of the knuckles is fixed regardless of the thickness...

There are so many, all of which are human middle fingers. Ye Shaoyang walked around the mandala, there are at least a dozen piles, and on average, there are at least hundreds of fingers. Ye Shaoyang vaguely thought of something, took a breath and said: "These won't be all Is it the finger of a different person?"

"It's very possible... I thought about what it is." Wutong looked at these fingers with a dull expression, shook his head, and said, "I didn't expect someone to use such a cruel formation..."

Ye Shaoyang was curious and asked her what the hell these things were.

"These are all middle fingers cut from different hands..." Indus glanced at him and said, "You are a mage, you should know that the middle finger is the consonant finger, which is the most yang part of a person's body."

Of course, Ye Shaoyang knows that there are three places with the most yang energy on a person's body: one is the middle finger, the other is the tip of the tongue, and the third is the eyeball.

Therefore, when an ordinary person encounters ordinary ghosts or supernatural events, if he bites his middle finger or the tip of his tongue, and throws out a stream of blood, he can generally save his life from danger.After ordinary people are captured, mages also use chopsticks to pinch the middle finger to pull the ghost out. When encountering a ghost, it is really dangerous. You can wrap the middle finger with a red thread, and ordinary ghosts cannot pull out the human soul.

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2196 Western Demon Tower 2

People have two middle fingers, and those who can play a role are naturally male left and female right.

As for the human eye, it is called "Zhaozi" in the magic world, and it is the place where the spirit of the human being is. However, the eyes of ordinary people do no harm to evil things. The most basic form.

In Gu Long's once famous novel "Legend of Lu Xiaofeng", in which Lu Xiaofeng's unique trick is to hold any weapon with his middle finger. This is an allusion.

Ye Shaoyang nodded when he heard Wutong talk about Lingxi Finger, and listened to her continue.

"The mandala, whether it is in Tibetan Buddhism or black religion, is a kind of spiritual circle. It is usually used to pray for blessings or to bless certain consecration ceremonies, and to enshrine beauty. But the mandala in front of us, It's not that kind of mandala, it has nothing to do with Tibetan Buddhism or black religion, but a primitive witchcraft from the Western Regions...

Before Buddhism settled in the Western Regions, they believed in Bon Religion, but there were still many primitive beliefs at that time. Later, with the settlement of Buddhism, these religions were all affected. Whether it is orthodox or evil/religion, they have absorbed a lot from Buddhism. Well, the necromancer mandala is a kind of magic circle formed by imitating the Buddhist mandala and combining with the original witchcraft...

If I'm not mistaken, the one in front of us is this kind of magic circle, the mandala of necromancers... I've only heard of it before, and this is the first time I've seen it with my own eyes. "

After hearing her finish, Ye Shaoyang opened his mouth wide open, and said, "What the hell is the Mandala of Necromancers, and what is the Black Sect?"

"The Black Sect is the Bon Sect. There are five major sects in Tibet, yellow, red, white, and black. The Yellow Sect is the Gelug Sect, which is the current mainstream in Tibetan areas. The Black Sect is the Bon Sect. Strictly speaking, it is not a Buddhist sect, but it has absorbed A lot of Buddhist things, in the eyes of those who don't understand it, they think it is a branch of Buddhism.

Or the mandala of the undead... I don't know who created this thing. The mandala itself, like the towers in the magic world of the Central Plains, has strong spiritual power. If it is consecrated and blessed, it can become a magic circle. It's just that this undead mandala enshrines not a Buddha, but some kind of evil god, and it takes one hundred and one consonant fingers from the left hand of a man, well, these people must be virgins.

It is rumored that these men will first use spells to force all the yang energy in their bodies above the consonance, tie it up with a ribbon, and then directly stamp it down, so as to trap the soul power in it, and then put them in different poses... Look at this The different patterns formed by piles of fingers are like runes. When they are combined together, they form a magic circle, which is maintained by the human yang energy stored in the fingers...

Afterwards, after the formation was formed, the aura was restrained, and he called himself Yin Yang Xiao Zhoutian, and he would not let go of it at all, and became a formation with himself as the core.That's what we see now. "

After listening to her, Ye Shaoyang looked at the more than 100 fingers... Thinking that they were cut off from the hands of a hundred people, Ye Shaoyang could only use four words to describe this feeling: shocking.

"So, what is the function of this magic circle?" Ye Shaoyang asked the core question.

"The function is to activate and ensure that the feng shui of the coffin remains unchanged. The corpse inside enjoys the aura of feng shui. As long as the magic circle is not destroyed, the corpse can survive for thousands of years, and at the same time, it can also take care of future generations."

When Ye Shaoyang heard this, he finally understood, touched his chin, and said, "You mean, someone built this thing here, and put his ancestors in this coffin, for the sake of future generations?"

"That's right, here is the dragon's veins, the water and the moon, and the sky. This mandala also has the function of collecting Fengshui aura. With its own magic circle, it can better absorb the beauty of Fengshui here..." Wutong said and turned his head to look Looking around, he said: "Such a good feng shui, coupled with this mandala, will definitely produce a hero in future generations."

Ye Shaoyang frowned and said, "Why not the emperor? Isn't this the dragon vein?"

Wutong smiled and said: "The dragon's veins are right, but the emperor, blessed to be in the world, cannot tolerate evil spirits. A hundred people were killed here for this mandala. The evil spirit is too heavy. Even if the descendants come out, they are just murderers." A hero who conquers the world will definitely not be able to be a real emperor."

Ye Shaoyang was still curious, and said: "Then why don't you just create a magic circle that can produce an emperor?"

Wu Tong laughed: "Do you think that the emperor's Lingtai is so easy to build? Didn't you say that if you give you the dragon veins, you will be the emperor if you bury them here. Many dragon veins look like barren mountains and wild mountains from the outside, and many local people die. They're all buried there, why didn't the emperor come out?"

One sentence made Ye Shaoyang speechless.

Because of being saved by him before, Wutong got closer to him a lot, and she, who didn't like to talk, also opened up the chatterbox to Ye Shaoyang, and roughly talked about how the Lingtai where the dragon veins gather and nourish the emperor's spirit is set up.

"I heard from my grandfather that the dragon veins of the Qing Dynasty were built under the dragon veins of Changbai Mountain. A golden dragon spit water was built, but what was painted was not water, but gold sand, and it was made by extremely skilled craftsmen. The gold sand was recycled and sprayed out continuously. , keep Feng Shui alive and prosperous forever..."

Ye Shaoyang was shocked on the spot when he heard this.

"So their family has been an emperor for hundreds of years? Could it be that those emperors in ancient times were all because their ancestors spent a lot of time burying people in the dragon's veins?"

Wutong couldn't help laughing, "You've put the cart before the horse. Fengshui can only make up for it. How can it decide everything? Find the dragon's veins to bury the ancestors. I just hope that there will be an emperor in the future. All emperors come like this. Rely on Fengshui It is actually very difficult to become an emperor, because in Feng Shui, there are hundreds of secrets and one sparse, as long as one thing is wrong, the entire Feng Shui plate will be ruined, and the best effect cannot be achieved.

And human calculations are always inexhaustible, even our family of geologists cannot guarantee that it will be done. Even if it is done, some natural disasters and earthquakes, or even a pangolin or mouse that got into an ancient tomb, can destroy the entire Feng Shui plate. Compensation is impossible. "

Ye Shaoyang nodded slowly. Most of these knowledges were understood at first, but because Wutong just told him too many novel things, he was a little dizzy for a while, asked a silly question, and immediately said: "Actually, this is also a piece of cake. Let's plant destiny, sometimes the tricks are exhausted, but it may not always be successful."

Indus nodded, agreeing with his opinion.

Ye Shaoyang looked at the fingers used to make up the battle, and thought that they were chopped off from the hands of a hundred people, and his scalp felt a little numb.

The eyes of the two fell on the coffin at the same time.

Ye Shaoyang said: "You said before that the descendants of the Song Dynasty royal family are being sold here? But, why are you using the sorcery of the Western Regions? And what we saw before. Why is it like this?"

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2197 Monster Corpse 1

(In the last chapter, I confuse Miaoxin with Wutong, I am sorry, so I revised it a bit, please turn to the front again and have a look)

Wutong snorted coldly: "In this way, my reputation will also be ruined."

Ye Shaoyang said: "No, no, you only tell him that men need face, he will never say it outside, and at the most he will suffer from being dumb. What do you think, my method is really good. Don't tell him."

With an intriguing smile on Wu Tong's face, he said: "You saved me, so stop joking, if you say it again, I'll be serious."

Ye Shaoyang was stunned for a moment, and said: "I just want you to be serious. Who is joking with you?"

"Are you not afraid that I will listen to your proposal and really do it?"

"I'll go, I said this just for you to listen."

Wutong stared at him for a while, seeing that his expression was serious, he didn't look like he was joking, but he was a little surprised, and said: "Your method is actually good. If I do that, he is concerned about his own reputation, so he definitely won't." Go out and talk nonsense, but... he will kill you."

"Oh, you are worried that he will trouble me." Ye Shaoyang suddenly realized.

"Of course, aren't you afraid?"

"There's nothing to be afraid of, just let him come."

Indus was a little helpless. "What, he is almost the strongest of the second-generation disciples, the Chosen One, you are a mage yourself, if he wants to target you...you are just an outer disciple of Maoshan, no one can help you, to put it simply , you will die ugly."