First-class Celestial Master [Rebirth]

The He family attaches great importance to the ancestral temple. According to the ancestral precepts, the lamps are lit at Youzheng every day, and the lights are turned off at Maozheng. During the five hours from Maozheng to Zizheng, wax will be lit. Every night, someone guards the ancestral temple to prevent the candles from being extinguished. This is the case every day, without interruption.

When Zhou Tong and the others arrived, the night watchman was cutting the candles. After the candle light flickered in a trance, the candle flame rose high, reflecting the tablets of the He family ancestors in the ancestral temple, and a nanmu tree was placed between the tablets. The pear blossom box, with a seal on it, and cinnabar inscriptions on the yellow-bottomed talisman paper, is located under the ancestor's tablet on the top floor, as if held by the ancestor's hand.

He Jianmin said to the house slaves who were watching the night: "These two are the masters I invited to watch Fengshui. You go down first, and I will call you over to watch the night later. Tell those people below to be careful, and don't come here if there is nothing to do."

"Yes."

He Jianmin watched the house slave retreat with his own eyes, and he closed the door of the ancestral temple and locked it from the inside after he was sure that no one could be seen. He made a gesture of invitation to Zhou Tong, and led Zhou Tong into a side hall. middle.

This side hall used to be a room for the night watchmen to rest for a while. Inside, there was a narrow bed less than one meter long, a table and a bench. On the wall was a painting imitating the original work of Wu Daozi. He Jianmin walked to the side of the portrait. , took down the portrait, tore off the cover on the surface, revealing the cabinet hidden in the wall.

He Jianmin explained: "We dare not publicize the fact that the family heirloom is broken. We can only temporarily seal it up here according to what the master invited before."

Inside the cabinet was a safe. He Jianmin turned the combination lock, and there was a slight clicking sound. He Jianmin opened the safe and took out a box hidden inside.

He held the box seriously and handed it to Zhou Tong, saying, "This is the treasure our ancestors brought back from the tomb."

"Let me take a look." Zhou Tong took the box from He Jianmin. He Jianmin shook his hand when handing over, and Zhou Tong frowned at the small movement. He Jianmin took a step back cautiously, as if he was afraid of being hurt. In the same way, something must have happened to the things in this box before, otherwise He Jianmin would not have made such a move.

Ling Yuan took the box from Zhou Tong's hand and said, "I'll open it."

Zhou Tong didn't try to be brave, and handed the box to Ling Yuan. Ling Yuan waved his hand and asked them to stand behind the box. He was facing the box. The moment he opened it, Ling Yuan's expression changed, and he quickly closed the box. Going up, he looked at Zhou Tong with an uneasy expression.

Zhou Tong asked: "What's wrong?"

"It's a killing blade, it's broken, and there are traces of evil spirits staying on it."

The so-called killing blade refers to a weapon that has been stained with countless blood and is constantly killing. The killing blade usually comes from the ground, and most of them are weapons held by ancient generals. Yin-eating qi lacks blood irrigation, once it is dug out from the ground, the overbearing and hostile aura on the killing blade is extremely strong, and it is easy to hurt people.

According to Ling Yuan, there are ghosts attached to the killing blade. Generally speaking, the killing blade is extremely murderous, and the soul dare not approach easily. When it is edged, it is connected with the knife.

There were basically no iron weapons in the Qin Dynasty. Due to technical limitations, although the iron smelting technology existed, it could only be used for farming. Most of the weapons were bronze wares, and bronze wares were different from iron wares. Wishes were often used as sacrificial utensils in the Shang and Zhou dynasties, and they are very suitable as utensils for ghosts to shelter.

It is not uncommon for this bronze sword to have a ghast attached to it, but what is strange is that the blood-thirsty killing blade paired with a ghast did not turn the He family upside down, but instead made the He family flourish. What is this saying?

Zhou Tong and Han Qiqing had the same considerations, and both began to doubt the authenticity of He Jianmin's words. Zhou Tong looked at He Jianmin and said, "Mr. He, this evil spirit possessing the bronze sword should not be underestimated. I hope He Jianmin Mr. He can cooperate with us frankly and tell us everything. If something happens because of Mr. He's reservation, it is not the two of us who can save it."

He Jianmin's face became a little ugly, he grinned and said, "If anything, I also want to deal with this issue quickly, how can I have reservations."

Zhou Tong took a deep look at He Jianmin, confirming that He Jianmin must have concealed something about them, Zhou Tong nodded, and did not continue to press He Jianmin, Han Qiqing asked a few more questions with concern, and He Jianmin even rejected several hypotheses proposed by Han Qiqing .

"Is there a corpse? I'll go and see the corpse." Zhou Tong changed the subject and asked He Jianmin.

He Jianmin shook his head and said, "No, the stench from the corpses was too strong, we all cremated them."

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and He Jianmin asked vigilantly, "Who?"

"Brother Jianmin, something has happened! Another person has fallen ill!"

He Jianmin hurriedly came out of the side hall, unlocked the lock, grabbed the man's arm nervously after opening the door, and asked, "What's wrong? Who's sick?"

"Zai Lin is sick!"

"Isn't there a talisman issued by the master?" He Jianmin was very annoyed, those shit celestial masters were useless at all.

"It's useless! It's useless at all, go and see Zai Lin!"

He Jianmin nodded, turned his head and said to Zhou Tong and the others who came out of the side hall, "Don't you want to see the corpses? There are ready-made ones here." His expression was gloomy, as if Zhou Tong and the others killed people. .

Ling Yuan sneered, and said: "The killing blades possessed by the evil spirits are enshrined at home. The evil retribution is all their own fault. I think this matter can be ignored."

"Yeah." Zhou Tong also made a rough guess. Now what makes him more curious is who destroyed this killing blade, and the way of destroying is not to kill the evil spirits, but to intensify the evil spirits in the killing blade. soul, let it do evil everywhere.

Following He Jianmin into a room, he opened the door and smelled a foul smell. There were screams coming from the bed, and several big men stood by the bed, watching nervously lying on the bed and crying. But they dare not approach within three steps at all, and they all watched the young man suffer in horror.

"Get out of the way." He Jianmin pushed aside the crowd and walked to the young man. He lifted the quilt under the bed that was kicked halfway by the young man, exposing the young man's body.

shocking!

Everyone present widened their eyes, staring blankly at the cruel scene in front of them.

A few fat maggots were crawling on the young man's body, sometimes burrowing into his clothes, and the young man's screams could be heard immediately.

Looking at his body again, the skin was festered and thickened, and was dripping with blood from the young man's scratching, not a single inch was intact.

He Jianmin murmured, "Yes, it's corpse poison...it really is corpse poison."

He Jianmin's fingers trembled, but he dared not touch the young man. He looked at Zhou Tong and Han Qiqing, and begged, "Master, please save him. He is still a child, and he hasn't even turned eighteen. Youth!"

Han Qiqing shook his head uncomfortably.

"It's not corpse poison." Zhou Tong said, "It's a curse. If it's corpse poison, everyone here will be infected, but the curse will only infect one person."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the room trembled. They looked at each other and looked for traces of curses on each other. Zhou Tong said to He Jianmin: "Get a pair of gloves and come here, kill a rooster, take the chicken blood, and drink a pot of blood. Salt water or water soaked in pomelo leaves."

"Okay." He Jianmin nodded in response, and shouted at the few people standing outside the door who dared not come in: "Go and get it! Do you hear me! Go and get it!"

Several people stumbled away.

After five or six minutes, before the things were delivered, the person on the bed was already dead. The young man stared at the empty ceiling with a pair of eyes and his face was full of pain even after death. His body twitched. He rushed to the underworld in a distorted posture, leaving only the strong stench on his body.

After the things Zhou Tong asked for were delivered, he washed his hands in the water of grapefruit leaves, then put on his gloves, and poured the whole spray of grapefruit water on the corpse. The maggots wriggling and climbing on the corpse were doused with grapefruit leaves, emitting black smoke from their bodies.

Wearing a mask, Zhou Tong endured the stench, washed the young man's body with grapefruit water, and then smeared the blood of the rooster on his gloves in an orderly manner.

He Jianmin couldn't understand what Zhou Tong was doing. He stared nervously at Zhou Tong's every move. Han Qiqing explained: "Don't worry, he is looking for a curse. Only when he finds the imprint of the curse can he know what kind of curse it is. Who will it infect and how to get rid of it.”

He Jianmin nodded and continued to watch Zhou Tong's movements.

"I found it." Zhou Tong turned over the young man's body and found a distorted mark on the back near the armpit, "This is it."

He Jianmin poked his head over to take a look, and his face turned livid. He trembled all over, swayed unsteadily on his feet, and said with trembling lips, "This, is this a curse?"

"Yes." Zhou Tong said, "The one with the same mark on his body will be the next one to be cursed."

He Jianmin "..."

Zhou Tong looked at He Jianmin, took off his blood-stained gloves, and asked with a smile, "Mr. He, do you want to keep hiding it?"

He Jianmin pinched his palm tightly. His eyes were full of fear of death. He suppressed the constant fear and said to Zhou Tong, "Mr. Zhou, this way please."

Zhou Tong followed He Jianmin and arrived at He Jianmin's room. As soon as he closed the door, He Jianmin suddenly knelt down in front of Zhou Tong with a plop, crying uncontrollably, and begged, "Mr. Zhou, I don't want to die, help me!" I, please help me—”

"Tell me first, what is the killing blade."

"Yes, yes, I'll tell you everything, the killing blade is an evil thing, it's not like what I told you." He Jianmin cried miserably, "The ancestor found the killing blade after he brought it out of the ground. Killing Blade is an evil thing, it will kill people as soon as it comes out, and it stabilized after killing ten of his brothers, leaving only the old ancestor. Sacrificial blood, at first the blood of cattle, sheep, chickens and other animals can meet his requirements, but later he wants to drink human blood, and every ten years he has to kill a person for blood to drink, if not, he will kill All the members of the He family, there is not one left!"

Speaking of this, the expression on He Jianmin's face became more and more frightened. He swallowed hard and calmed down for a while before continuing: "The ancestor has no choice but to agree to his request. The killing blade has reached an agreement with the ancestor. As long as The old ancestor regularly donated human blood to him to drink, and if he was enshrined, he would never harm the people of the old ancestor's family, and he would also promise to be the housekeeper of the He family and protect future generations. The old ancestor didn't believe it at first, but thought it was Raising tigers is a problem, and after a few tombs, he made a lot of money, so he agreed to the request of the evil spirit, enshrined him in the ancestral temple, and provided blood to others on a regular basis."

Now the situation is basically clear.

There is a ghost living in the killing blade. While sucking the blood of the He family, the ghost absorbs the power of the prayers when the He family worshiped the ancestors, so as to improve its own cultivation.Now, the killing blade was broken, and the ghost ran away, thinking that it was someone from the He family who broke the killing blade he lived in, so he cast a curse on the He family to take revenge.

The possible reason why the ghast has lived on the killing blade for so many years and has not left is that he needs a carrier, and it is more likely that he cannot leave the killing blade at all.

If the ghast had possessed the weapon before it formed a killing blade in the early stage, this second guess is very likely.In the process of forming the killing blade, the weapon will be contaminated with murderous hostility, which will form a deterrent force to the soul possessed in it. If things go on like this, the soul possessed in the killing blade will form a traction with the killing blade, it is difficult to Overcome the oppressive force brought to him by the killing blade.

Now that the killing blade is destroyed, the evil spirit is naturally angry, and it is not unusual to cast a curse.

Zhou Tong asked again: "Where did the blood of the sacrificed to the killing blade come from?"

"This... this..." He Jianmin panicked when he was asked the key point, his eyes wandered, and he couldn't say a word for a long time. Zhou Tong looked at He Jianmin coldly and asked, "Is it useful?" The blood of the He family? Or the blood of young adults between the ages of 30 and 50. The killing blade is thirsty for blood, and a little blood will definitely not satisfy its requirements. I guess it drained all the blood of the whole person, right?!"

The ending sounded a little angry, Zhou Tong almost growled out the last half of the sentence, He Jianmin's body shook violently, and he fell limply on the ground. When death is at stake, people always like to think wildly, and the fear hidden deep in their hearts All of them popped out at once, and the evil things they did back then were repaid on him. He Jianmin gasped for a few short breaths, and said, "Yes, yes...you guessed right, that's how it is..."

Han Qiqing was so shocked after hearing this passage, he didn't expect that the He family looked glamorous on the outside, but the inside was rotten and dirty like this.

"Did you ever think about their situation when you cannibalized the same clan?" Han Qiqing gritted his teeth and said viciously, "Are you afraid of death now and become terrified, or is it because of a curse from a ghost, but what about them? They are dying Can you understand the unwillingness and despair before? They were blood-related relatives who were pushed into the pit of fire and died tragically!"

"I was wrong, I was wrong... But there is no way, this is passed down from our ancestors, we can only do it, if not, the whole He family will die, let alone them, we can't even have a trace of blood." Save it!" He Jianmin was still arguing.

"It's all an excuse." Zhou Tong said, "You didn't even resist. You enshrined the ghast on the best place in the incense, and even occupied the offerings that your ancestors should have enjoyed. He has brought you great benefits. benefits, right?"

Zhou Tong swept his eyes across the room, and said coldly: "Bronze goose and fish lamps, Tang tri-color pillows with flower patterns, Ming Chenghua bucket-colored high-legged porcelain cups, Tang Rui animal grape-patterned bronze mirrors...all the treasures in the room, just carry them with you. If one piece comes out, it can be sold at a high price, which is really a huge profit!"

"No, I didn't..." Pain was already coming from his body, and the cursed seal on his lower abdomen was hot and hot. He Jianmin knelt in front of Zhou Tong trembling, "Help me, master, I don't want to die, help me, Please help me..."

"Do you know who broke the killing blade?"

"I know, I know this." He Jianmin shook his body as if he saw hope. He stared at Zhou Tong with wide eyes. The curse invaded his body and made his sanity very unclear. Even his speaking lips began to twitch. He Jianmin said with a trembling voice, "Yes, it's him...it's He Dong, it's He Dong."

"Who is He Dong?" Zhou Tong asked.

He Jianmin brainstormed, and a weird smile appeared on his face. He couldn't control his expression at this moment, that half-smile was eerie, "Hehe, you, you save me first, and I'll tell you later, He, Who is He Dong..."

Zhou Tong sighed and said, "You're not stupid yet."

Ling Yuan kicked He Jianmin to the ground, and rudely tore off He Jianmin's clothes, revealing the mark of the curse on his lower abdomen. Zhou Tong pasted the Six Ding Liujia Talisman on the curse, and lightly covered it with the positive seal. Suddenly black smoke billowed out, and He Jianmin screamed in pain. The screams attracted people from outside the door to rush in. They all looked at He Jianmin warily and pointed their pistols at Zhou Tong.

Ling Yuan kicked He Jianmin, He Jianmin groaned, the power of the curse was suppressed by the power of Liuding Liujia God, He Jianmin regained his mind for a moment, he moaned and said: "I, I'm fine... Master is helping me, you guys All out, all out."

"yes, Sir."

"Brother, are you all right?"

"Get out! Get out!" He Jianmin roared, and a group of younger brothers who rushed in ran out immediately and closed the door.

He Jianmin coughed, propped up a chair and stood up. He reluctantly sat on the chair and poured himself a glass of water with trembling hands. After drinking warm water, He Jianmin felt much better. He wiped his forehead He Jianmin ignored the sweat on his face and wet his sleeves, and said, "Master is an expert. Not everyone in the He family knows about this, and most of them are innocent. That evil spirit kills people everywhere and dies." Most of the people under him are innocent people who don't know, I beg the master to save them."

"Otherwise, I won't save you." Zhou Tong said following He Jianmin's words. He didn't believe that He Jianmin was thinking about the other He family members, and he just used these He family members as a cover to ask him to help.

He Jianmin nodded and said, "He Dong... He Dong's mother was the last He family member who sacrificed to Shashengren. As I said before, the He family would sacrifice human blood to Shashengren every ten years. The difference you said is that the He family directly sends the dead to the killing blade, instead of killing people first and then taking blood. He Dong’s mother’s birth date is the most suitable for offering sacrifices among the He family who meet the age requirements. I pushed her into the He Family Ancestral Temple and sacrificed her to the Killing Blade...Unfortunately, this scene was seen by He Dong who followed him, and he knew the secret of the He family. I chased him to the pond in the backyard, and he jumped into the pond. It was as cold as today, and the water in the pond was still running water, connected to the groundwater, and it was almost below zero degrees Celsius. I thought he was going to die, but I didn’t expect him to escape from He’s house. . . . this was about ten years ago."

"What happened ten years ago..." Zhou Tong thought about it, and then asked, "How do you know that He Dong did it?"

"On that day every ten years, if the killing blade doesn't drink the blood of the living, the evil spirit will be greatly weakened, and it will be very fragile. The only one who knows this weakness is He Dong, who knows this weakness except us who cannot use the killing blade. Choi shot and destroyed the killing blade on that day. And that day also happened to be the anniversary of his mother's death. We were ashamed of these He family members who died in vain, so we prepared a desk for them in the ancestral temple, and He Dong took it away. His mother's ashes and tablets are his revenge on our He family. But he also killed those innocent people!" He Jianmin looked up at Zhou Tong with resentment in his eyes, "Master, I know that I deserve what I did. , but the other He family members are not guilty, I beg Master to save them."

"Okay." Zhou Tong really couldn't stand He Jianmin's face, and interrupted He Jianmin's nonsense, "Don't pretend to be here anymore, I will save the He family."

He asked Han Qiqing: "Qi Qing, what do you think?"

Han Qiqing said: "We can just sit and wait by the killing blade."

"Yeah." Zhou Tong said with a smile, "We want to go together."

Ling Yuan coughed, Zhou Tong changed his words: "Although it's still a little bit worse."

Han Qiqing, who didn't understand, hastily asked: "A little bit closer? What kind of difference?"

"It's not waiting for the rabbit, but beating the phoenix and the dragon." Zhou Tong looked at Han Qiqing with a smile. When Ling Yuan saw Zhou Tong's expression, he knew that Zhou Tong must be scheming again. Tong ran into it.

If there is a traction between the ghost and the killing blade, it is doomed to be inseparable from the killing blade for too long, and it will definitely come back under the restrictions of the killing blade. Zhou Tong only needs to move a little on the killing blade to make the ghost come.

The author has something to say: Beating the Phoenix and the Dragon: It is a metaphor for setting a trap to make a powerful opponent fall into the trap~