New Times, New Hell

After leaving the range of the village, Yu Zhengdu asked Shang Que: "What is a sore on the human face?"

"It's an evil ghost at the foot of Luofeng Mountain, who can never be reincarnated." Shang Que's voice was deep, and he stared ahead, his dark eyes were bottomless, as if he was looking at the past that others could not pursue.

"I thought they had all sunk into the ground, out of sight."

In the past, there were hundreds of thousands of fierce ghosts suppressed under Luofeng Mountain. Those ghosts gathered the most powerful evil spirit in the world.

I don't know how many years later, a gap suddenly appeared in Luofeng Mountain, and many ghosts escaped by taking the opportunity. These ghosts wanted to avoid Luofeng Mountain's pursuit, but they couldn't survive, so they parasitized on the flesh of strangers.

On the arms, feet, neck, and even the cheeks are places where evil spirits parasitize, and the faces of evil spirits will gradually grow on the places where the evil spirits are parasitized. It will slowly grow eyes and mouths, and even speak like a human, so it is called facial sores.

In this way, human facial sores share the same body with the living beings, forcing the parasitized people to feed and drink them. If they don't follow their instructions, the place where they are parasitized will be paralyzed and even fester.

Shang Que once saw a person with facial sores on half of his face. Because his family was poor and could not meet the requirements of facial sores, the last half of his face was bloody and bloody, and he could even see the fleshy bones.

Yu Zhengdu felt chills all over his body when he heard it, and vaguely understood why Si Ling was so xenophobic.

All the people in this small village have long sleeves and trousers, and there are many people in Lukeng who still refuse to show their arms in the heat, which means that it is very likely that the entire Siling area is plagued by facial sores.

I don't know when this scourge appeared, and I don't know what happened in the middle, but what is certain is that this scourge is still continuing. The newborn child was forced to wear long-sleeved clothes while it was so hot.

I don't know why, but in the end this problem was not exposed, but became the common secret of the whole Si Ling. They formed a tacit understanding that could not be broken by the outside world, and everyone tried their best to keep this secret.

Therefore, they reject all outsiders, sit on abundant resources, and have national policy support, but try their best to oppose all foreign investment.

This is an area possessed by evil spirits.

Yu Zhengdu's heart was fluctuating, he tried to calm down, and continued to ask: "Is there a solution to the sores on the human face?"

"Hmm..." Shang Que nodded slowly, "In the past, it's fine."

Thousands of years ago, Luofeng Mountain sent a large number of ghost generals to hunt down the escaped evil spirits. At that time, the heaven and earth were full of aura, and the world had supreme belief in ghosts and gods. Evil ghosts, supplemented by medicine stones, can be cured.

"For so many years, I have never received any offering from Si Ling." Shang Que said in a deep voice, "No one from Si Ling has asked me to borrow the power of the ghosts."

Yu Zhengdu guessed: "Maybe it's just because they don't know Luofeng Mountain Ghost King?"

After all, before he joined Luo Feng, he had never heard of the existence of the ghost king.

Shang Que suddenly gave him a strange look, but Yu Zhengdu was searching for something on his mobile phone and didn't notice his eyes. After a while, he suddenly said excitedly: "Yes, 50 years ago, Si Ling There is a record of seeking medical treatment for facial sores!"

What Yu Zhengdu opened on his mobile phone was an internal file of a certain hospital in the imperial capital, which recorded many difficult and miscellaneous diseases that the hospital had encountered. Among them was a very simple record showing that 50 years ago, Si Ling had a father He went to Beijing to seek medical treatment with his newborn daughter. The baby’s arm was suspected to have a parasitic fetus, also known as facial sores. At that time, the medical conditions were not developed, but the hospital still discussed the operation plan. Unexpectedly, two days later, the father took his daughter She left without saying goodbye, leaving only a note saying that her daughter's hand was just an ordinary sarcoma, which had fallen off by itself.

This is the only record Yu Zhengdu found about facial sores on Siling's face. It's been a long time ago, and it's still an internal file. Now there are reports of facial sores on the Internet, but they're just normal medical phenomena. No relevant news.

It was as if they had been completely invisible from the religious world.

Not only that, but according to what Shang Que said, the actual population density and the book of life and death do not match up. That is to say, there is a possibility that some people in Siling's reincarnation did not go through Luo Feng's system.

What happened here 50 years ago?

Shang Que lowered his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

They quickly returned to the gathering place, and other masters who visited various places also came back one after another to exchange their visits, while Yu Zhengdu listened calmly.

Sure enough, because of the hard orders sent by the superiors, everyone received a relatively good reception in each village, and the villagers seemed to be very cooperative, but in fact they couldn't find out anything in the end.

Someone scratched his head and said, "I always feel that there is something weird about them, but I can't tell at the moment."

Yu Zhengdu said casually: "They don't seem to be too afraid of heat, and they still wear long sleeves on such a hot day."

When he mentioned it, everyone suddenly realized: "Yes, yes, that's how it is."

"Oh, aren't they hot?"

Everyone said a few words casually, but it was not too strange to say, and everyone discussed other things after a while.

Yu Zhengdu didn't say any more, he just sighed in his heart that it was so.

A monk said to Ming Peiran: "Captain Ming, it seems that we can only go into the mountain once."

Ming Peiran had no choice but to nod his head: "I will immediately arrange staff to lead the team for everyone. Let's take a rest first, and then we will set off when everyone is ready."

Yu Zhengdu looked at the sky and asked Ming Peiran: "If you go into the mountain now, you will spend the night on the mountain, right?"

"I can't help it." Ming Peiran said helplessly, "I just received the latest report that all the animals in the large farm in the southeast of Siling died today, and the losses were heavy, and the water level in various places continued to drop. There is no longer any delay."

Yu Zhengdu nodded, and everyone came back soon. Under the arrangement of Ming Peiran, everyone followed the professional guide and prepared to take off-road vehicles to go up the mountain. Yu Zhengdu saw that besides the masters, there were several cars sitting The mysterious person in camouflage uniform raised his eyebrows involuntarily.

Yuan Qing told him in a low voice: "Our socialists are always cautious in doing things, this time we don't know if it's a human or a ghost, so we hold onto it with both hands, just in case."

The vehicle went up along the winding mountain road, and when it reached the place near the top of the mountain, the road suffered a serious landslide. Then Ming Peiran ordered everyone to get out of the car and start climbing the mountain on foot. Fortunately, the relevant departments have cleared the path that is barely usable for walking. Everyone It's not too difficult to walk.

Wu Qimin walked all the way and couldn't help sneaking some soil to eat a few bites, and commented: "It's delicious! The soil here is fine and dense, full of aura, and it tastes smooth and not greasy. It's more delicious than before."

Kou Daochang could not hold his forehead, and reminded him in a low voice: "Pay attention to the influence, eat less."

"Oh." Wu Qimin quickly swallowed the mud in his mouth, looked around carefully, saw that no one was paying attention to him, and secretly broke off two pieces of loess and grabbed it in his hand.

Yu Zhengdu was pressing his phone, but suddenly asked him when he heard the words: "The soil here is full of spiritual energy?"

"That's right." Wu Qimin said happily, "Siling is really a good place. The soil in other places is getting less and less spiritual, but here it is getting better and better."

They had been walking for almost half an hour. At this time, the sky was getting darker, and the setting sun was like a wheel, rolling down to one side of the mountain. The rays of light burned from one side of the sky to the other, dyeing the mountain and people bloody.

"It's getting dark, everyone pay attention to safety." Ming Peiran reminded, and then the staff began to distribute flashlights and other equipment to everyone.

Suddenly a staff member asked suspiciously, "What is this?"

Yu Zhengdu looked over and saw that the man took out a square white cloth from his pocket. He unfolded the white cloth and saw that there was a small cut on it.

The man was a little puzzled: "Why is there a piece of cloth in my pocket? Who put it?"

The people around looked at each other, expressing their ignorance, but Wu Qimin suddenly pointed at the white cloth and exclaimed, "Isn't that a mask?"

Seeing that his expression was wrong, everyone became nervous all of a sudden, Ming Peiran walked over and asked, "What is the mask?"

Taoist Mu replied: "It's a white cloth covering the face of the dead."

In ancient times, people in some places would cover their faces with a piece of white cloth after death, and cut a small opening in the cloth, just facing the mouth of the deceased. This white cloth was called a face coat.

As soon as the worker heard this, he immediately threw the mask on the ground and shouted bad luck: "Who put this thing in my pocket!"

Shang Que was thinking about something all the way, but after hearing this, he looked over, picked up the mask that was thrown on the ground, and said coldly, "This is not an ordinary mask."

Everyone didn't understand, so Taoist Mu asked: "What do you mean is not an ordinary mask?"

Shang Que lowered his eyes: "This is the mask of Plague Ghost."

Daoist Mu was startled suddenly, with a look of surprise on his face: "That's not, that's not..."

Shang Que: "It's a sign of death."

Ming Peiran quickly asked: "What does this mean?"

"I have only seen relevant records in the ancient books of this concept." Mu Daochang explained, "In the past, there were signs of chasing souls in the underworld. Putting on shackles, or hanging paper money on the ears, means that the ears of the living are hung with paper money representing death, etc. The mask is also one of them. If the living person suddenly receives a mask of unknown origin, it means that the underworld is coming. Killed."

Not only that, but face coats are usually associated with plague. It is said that if a large number of face coats suddenly appear in a certain place, it is a precursor to the outbreak of plague.

"Fantasy, superstitious, right?" The staff member was so frightened that he started talking nonsense, but thinking about the unit he worked for, and looking at the monks and priests in front of him, his entire face turned pale in an instant.

"I'm not sure about that." Daoist Mu also frowned deeply, "It's also the first time I've encountered it."

Yu Zhengdu looked at Shang Que in surprise. If the mask was a sign of chasing souls from the underworld, then Luo Feng should be aware of it, but the current situation is that Luo Feng knows nothing about this situation.

Shang Que took a look at Ming Peiran, and said, "Let everyone check their bodies to see if anyone else has received the mask."

Ming Peiran didn't dare to be careless, and immediately ordered everyone to check. After this investigation, a large number of masks were found. Almost all of their special departments found the masks in their pockets, and two young ascetics were also there. Turn out the white cloth on your body.

Now the big furniture was in astonishment. If one person received the coat, someone else might have put it in while they were not paying attention. So many people turned over the coat at the same time, it was not a prank that could explain it.

The special department is not unbelievers, everyone panicked and couldn't help asking Ming Peiran: "Ming team, what's going on? Are we all going to die?"

"Don't worry, there are so many masters here." Ming Peiran also found the mask from his pocket, but he had seen many scenes, so he remained calm at this time. At first, he subconsciously wanted to ask Master Mu, but on second thought , and turned to Shang Que, "Mr. Shang, since you can see what this is, is there a solution?"

"Leave it to me." Shang Que said lightly, "I will guarantee that you will not die."

There was no fluctuation on his face, and even his tone was flat, but such a light sentence carried an inexplicable trustworthy power, and the commotion in the crowd suddenly calmed down.

Ming Peiran, as the captain, still needs to confirm with him again: "Mr. Shang... Are you sure you can handle it?"

Shang Que glanced at him lightly, a little impatient, Yu Zhengdu hurriedly stepped forward and said with a smile: "Sure, our company handles this professionally."

Although Daoist Mu didn't know how to deal with Shang Que, he had experience in cooperating with Luo Feng, so he also chimed in and said, "Although Captain Ming believes in President Shang, Luo Feng's technology in this area has always been advanced."

Daoist Mu has a detached status in the domestic religious circles. Even if he said so, Ming Peiran naturally couldn't say anything else, so he quickly arranged for people to collect all the face clothes, and quickly packed as many as a plastic bag.

Ming Peiran handed over a bag of mask to Shang Que, and asked politely: "Does Mr. Shang need to do something? Just tell me if you need anything. We have all the magic tools, cinnabar, black dog's blood, garlic cross, and we have brought them all. "

He smiled "hehe": "If the classic ones are not used, there are also innovative ones. Our department just imported an infrared ghost scanning instrument from abroad last month..."

Yu Zhengdu: == Is it worthy of the national team?The budget is very sufficient!

"No need." Shang Que said, took the mask casually, then waved his hand, and threw the neatly folded mask into the air.

The white mask was scattered and fluttered like white flags.

The expressions of the people around him changed, and Ming Pei said anxiously: "Mr. Shang, you are..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a "boom", and all the masks were instantly ignited, turning into balls of flames in the air. The strange thing is that these fire balls did not fall down, but floated in mid-air and burned blazingly. Like a suspended torch, it made everyone's faces flush.

Everyone looked at Shang Que in surprise, there were quite a few high-ranking people present, and it was not uncommon for them to be able to attract thunder and fire, but it was not easy to attract so many thunder and fire at the same time.

What's more, Shang Que didn't have any procedures for doing things at all.

Ming Peiran was also very surprised. Yu Zhengdu was thinking about how to explain it to everyone, and then he heard Yuan Qing applauding beside him in amazement: "I didn't expect Mr. Shang to practice spells so well! He is worthy of a scientific cultivator." Pioneer, I knew that if you master technology, you will master the future!"

Ming Peiran was dumbfounded when he heard this, and Taoist Mu explained: "Shang Zong and his company have always advocated the use of scientific thinking to guide the road of cultivation."

Yuan Qing added: "You have heard of the Tianshi Zheng of Ledu, right? Their successor, Zheng Yan, is the product manager of the head office."

"It turns out that the successor of Zheng's celestial master belongs to their company!" Ming Peiran suddenly realized that under the guidance of the company's scientific philosophy, the story of Zheng Yan successfully cultivating Taoism and breaking through the realm was widely circulated in the industry. Of course, Ming Peiran also heard of it. Pass.

It is said that Zheng Yan can summon the big ghost directly with his mobile phone, so it seems not surprising that their boss casually attracted thunder and fire.

Ming Peiran was in awe, and other masters also came over and asked to add WeChat.

Yu Zhengdu: "..." It seems that there is no need to explain.

The thunder fire burned up the mask in the air. Just when everyone was about to breathe a sigh of relief, there was a muffled thunder from the top of the mountain. Everyone looked up, but everything on the mountain was as usual, and there was no change.

Only the sky completely darkened, and night came.

Ming Peiran frowned: "Could it be raining?"

"It won't rain, and the Hanba hasn't been found yet." Daoist Mu said, his face suddenly became more serious, "We have to speed up our pace. I don't know what happened to the thunder just now, but we didn't deal with the Hanba. What was hit was dry thunder, and it was likely to cause wildfires, which would be unimaginable at that time."

Hearing what Taoist Mu said, everyone's spirits tightened suddenly, and they all quickened their pace.

Only Shang Que looked deeply at the source of the thunder, and Yu Zhengdu subconsciously clasped his wrist: "What are you looking at?"

"I burned the mask, and someone got angry." Shang Que said.

Yu Zhengdu: "Who?"

Shang Que turned his head. At this moment, the screen of Yu Zhengdu's phone was refreshed. He succeeded in invading the phone of the village head of the small village they visited. : Where Are We Going Mom, The Complete Works of Guo Degang's Cross Talk, etc.

Yu Zhengdu remembered the aunt's reaction when she mentioned the variety show, and opened "Where Are We Going, Mom" ​​with little hesitation.

"What is this?" Yu Zhengdu frowned.

"It's my old friend." Shang Que let out a low mocking laugh suddenly, then stretched out his hand, caressing Yu Zhengdu's cheek, "Follow the big troops closely, pay attention to safety, don't run around, I will come as soon as I go .”

Yu Zhengdu wanted to ask in detail, but he looked at Shang Que's deep eyes, and the coldness in his eyes that he had never seen before. In the end, all his worries turned into a trusting smile: "Okay, I'll wait for you."

Shang Que left quietly, and when other people found out, they only saw Yu Zhengdu calmly and alone behind the large army.

Ming Peiran was startled: "Where did Mr. Shang go?"

Yu Zhengdu said truthfully: "There is something wrong with those masks, he went to check elsewhere."

Ming Peiran suddenly became anxious: "Why is he so rash? He didn't tell us at night, it's too dangerous."

"Dangerous?" Yu Zhengdu patted him on the shoulder, Shi Shiran said, "Ming team, our company calls dozens of ghosts every minute, who do you think is more dangerous?"

Ming Peiran: "..."

Choke.

The author has something to say: The mask and other related materials in this chapter are referenced from Luan Baoqun's "Shuo Hun Er", some of which are private.

-_-Well, I haven't seen many similar types of web articles, and I really don't know the setting of so many articles with sore faces.

The materials used in this article are all explained in the words, most of them are ancient legends. The ancients wrote things very simply. For example, in "Youyang Miscellaneous Zu", there is only such a thing about human facial sores, and the origin of the things is basically not involved. Settings, so most of the settings are edited by myself, and they are different from other places, please don't substitute them.There are also stories about people with facial sores in Buddhist stories, and they are about the grievances and grievances of the past and present lives, so in fact, the sayings are different everywhere, everyone just read it, don't take it seriously.

To put it bluntly, I blamed me for not reading enough books. At that time, I was very happy when I saw this thing, and I was shocked. I thought about how there is such a disgusting and scary thing. If it doesn’t work, I must use it to scare my little cuties ==

Who knows the reaction of everyone... It's like I told a dirty joke, expecting to see everyone's shy faces, and then everyone rubbed their hands and said what's up with you, look at mine, and then told me ten more dirty jokes ==I hate it!