Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

The ruins of the deserted villages are so cold and rainy.

The old man who looked like a dead thing and the statue of a living thing still stood opposite each other.

Ambiguous chanting swayed in the rain.

Even in the alley.

Li Changan still couldn't help but look back at him, Zeng Guangwen thought he was grieving, half-smiling and half-persuading.

"The old man's ears can't hear well, and the brain is not so good, so don't care too much."

Where does the Taoist priest have such a small belly chicken intestine, he waved his hand and explained:

"People will get old. I'm just curious about what the old man sings."

"That's a local folk song."

Without further questioning, Zeng Guangwen started to talk on his own.

"It is about the story of a hero who asked for help from a **** named'Ze Lay Ke' during the famine years. After repeated trials and tribulations, he gave up his glory and wealth. In the end, the **** was moved by the hero's bravery and kindness and lowered his divine power to save the people. "

Li Changan was familiar.

"Azhi and Mountain God?"

"Vice team Li also heard it?" Zeng Guangwen just showed a surprised look, realizing that this is easily misunderstood, and hastily remedied, "This thing is very unpopular."

But his "glamorous eyes" were thrown to the blind, and Li Changan was used to not guessing what was out of the question, so why did he misunderstand?

"I listened to Wang Zhongguo on the way here." He yelled "Ma Chunhua" in a loud voice, but still did not respond. "In the story, the blood of the mountain **** can also be'the flesh and bones of the living dead,' which is similar to the soul-returning sand."

This sentence was originally just casual, but it seemed to have other meanings when it fell into Zeng Guangwen's ears.

He suddenly slowed down, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his expression as if he heard someone on the wine table bragging to his area of ​​expertise.

"I heard from the above that Vice Team Li joined this work because he is very interested in folklore and has a lot of research in this area?"

What else can Li Changan say? Is it that the self-detonation materials are all made up by the relevant departments? Are you a layman?

Had to bite the bullet.

"Small knowledge."

Zeng Guangwen's pace was even slower.

"Then you must understand ‘ghost’."

Not only did he understand, but he also personally killed a lot of them. Taoist priests were modest and cautious.

"which aspect?"

"The difference between man and ghost."

Zeng Guangwen took off his rain-dazzled glasses and wiped them slowly.

The voice is not fast or slow.

"There are countless stories about ghosts in the past, but in different times, the relationship between people and ghosts is constantly changing. In the ghost stories of the Qin and Han Dynasties, in addition to sacrifices, justice, and revenge, most of the time people and ghosts They are distinct and non-interfering. But in the late Tang, there was a saying that people and ghosts live in the same world, and half of the people in the world are actually ghosts, but ghosts can distinguish people, but people cannot. It's just a ghost."

"In the Southern Song Dynasty, this statement went even further. In the legends of Zhiguai at that time, the ghosts simply left their tombs and walked into the market, stealing, robbing, defrauding, begging, working, being a peddler, and even serving as an official. Living and traveling, marrying a wife and having children are no different from a living person."

"There are many reasons for this change, but one thing is inseparable."

He held up a finger, and his expression reminded Li Changan of the history teacher who sold smugglers when he was a student.

"The immediate war has spawned a large number of refugees into the cities, without household registration, no livelihoods, disrupting public order, don't they become'ghosts'?"

The Taoist smiled: "Ghosts are originally humans."

Zeng Guangwen put on his glasses again, with a reserved smile.

"The legend is based on reality."

Finished.

He knelt down again, rummaged through a piece of rubble, took out an object, and showed it to Li Changan.

The pottery is larger than a palm, roughly fan-shaped, with pretty fine animal patterns imprinted on one side.

Li Changan: "Oh, big family."

This thing is a tile. Considering the age and sophistication of the building, it is not that rich people can't afford this thing.

Zeng Guangwen put the Wadang away and shook his head.

"Every family in this village has this thing."

"Did Deputy Li notice that every building in the village was built with good blue bricks, slabs of stones, and tiles, every one! It will be 100 years ago when there were still people sitting in the mud in the imperial capital? The house is now!"

"If it is a rich place like Suzhou and Hangzhou, it can still be understood, but in Liangshan, it is still a ravine in a poverty-stricken area?"

His tone was agitated.

"It would cost a lot of money just to bring these materials in, let alone the road cut into the mountain."

The Taoist priest raised his hand.

"Maybe it was taken from the spot?"

"That's indispensable money. With this money, why are you still struggling in the mountains?!"

He turned around and looked over with piercing eyes.

"If part of Azhi's story is true, then what makes a mountain village quickly prosperous, let the villagers guard the mountains, kill each other, and finally disappear?"

"Returning Soul Sand?"

"Returning Soul Sand is just a myth."

Zeng Guangwen sneered and retorted, and then his expression became more agitated, even exhilarating.

"But in many myths and stories, the essence and blood of the mountain gods are mineral veins!"

"I have a bold speculation. If Azhi's family discovers a gold mine in this mountain and leads the villagers to mine, the mountain village can become rich, but in order to protect the secrets of the gold mine, the villagers would rather spend a lot of money to stay in the mountains. He didn’t want to leave. Afterwards, maybe it was because the mining technology was outdated, maybe because the mineral veins were small, the gold mines were exhausted, and the villagers conflicted with the uneven distribution of interests. They killed Azhi’s family and divided up the property. , Left the mountain."

The story is a bit interesting, and the ups and downs are so ups and downs that the Taoist priests are relishing it.

"So, the flesh and bones of the living dead are actually gold?"

Zeng Guangwen pushed his glasses and put on a gentle look.

"This is just a speculation."

"but……"

The alley ahead branched off, and the two had to search separately.

Before leaving, Zeng Guangwen dropped a sentence.

"Can't money make people die?"

…………

I won't say whether money can make people die or not, but Ma Chunhua has tossed everyone to death first.

Braving the heavy rain, trekking through the ruins.

After finding it at noon in the morning and returning to the ancestral hall for a total, no one found her trace. After ate something hastily, everyone decided to expand the scope and search again.

It's just that the mood is slightly different this time.

The previous time was to find the living, this time it was to find the dead.

...

Li Changan dripped the yellow mud soup from a yard, took a long bamboo pole into a waste well, stretched it out to the end and stirred it. There was no obstacle to it, and no corpse emerged from the well.

He breathed a sigh of relief, then turned his head and stepped into the mud soup.

In fact, the houses in the mountain villages are exquisite in materials, and the drainage system is also well done. There are culverts under the flagstones of every roadway, but they have fallen into disrepair for a long time, and there are many blockages. After the heavy rain, it will naturally overflow...Still water?

The Taoist priest looked down at the stagnant water at his feet, then turned over the flagstones to look at the "torrential" canal, stood there for a while, suddenly dropped the bamboo pole, rushed out of the village, and climbed up to a big banyan tree at the entrance of the village.

Looking around, the terrain has a panoramic view.

The village is located in a valley surrounded by mountains, and the village is in its lowest depression.

Even though the heavy rain is dim, you can still see the muddy water accumulated in the mountains rolling down, overflowing the field, and finally filling the village alleys, but... how about standing water?

The flood of heavy rain for days and months cannot be solved by a few canals and a few reservoirs. It stands to reason that the village should have flooded Chengze country long ago, but what about the accumulation of water?

unless.

There is a cave under the village.

An underground river? A cave? Or a mine?

The Taoist priest was in high spirits, although it was just a guess, but compared to looking for it, he finally had a seemingly feasible direction.

However, the village has tortuous roadways and dense and complex building layout. It would be troublesome to go one by one over the stone slabs to find the water canals.

Fortunately, he happened to have a cheap way.

…………

With Xiaoshui and his party, Li Changan got two benefits.

First, it is a small booklet of Fulu compiled by Zhenren Yu. It is a thin book. It is not a collection of encyclopedias. Instead, it selects the typical models and conducts a high-level construction and a goblin talk. It can be said that it directly refers to the essence of Fulu.

Li Changan found that he had benefited a lot from reading it, so he kept it close to his body, and did not bury it in the mudslide along with other salutes.

There is a section in this booklet on how to make use of the magician's own spirituality to make talisman. The example used to explain it is called "Swimming Dog Talisman", which is used by some third-rate magicians in Lingnan to watch and guard the dojo when they go out.

"Swimming" refers to being free, and "dog" refers to the corpse dog, which is to peel off a part of the vigilant corpse dog from the three souls and seven souls, implant yellow symbols, and leave it at home. His soul is connected, even if he is thousands of miles away, he can still perceive the situation at home. In short, it is "eye-in".

Without yellow paper, writing brush, or cinnabar, Li Changan simply simplistic, took the notebook on which he was taking notes, tore off a page, bit his finger to draw a symbol in blood.

It is not difficult to draw this talisman. The difficult thing is how to cleverly cut the corpse dog's spirituality and fill it with divine consciousness and mana instead of directly severing the soul body, causing the soul to be damaged or even to be scattered on the spot.

Fortunately, the teacher spoke meticulously, and the students learned carefully. There was no accident, and the blood symbol was painted.

But the problem came again.

"Wandering Dog Symbol" is just an eye, how can it be made to find the target?

simple.

Just let it come alive.

This has to mention the second benefit that Li Changan has received, a new "spraying" technique for the magical powers of the earth evil.

There are usually two types of Taoist transformation techniques, one is deformation, which is to make objects deform, and the other is divine transformation, which is to make dead things live.

"Spray" is the latter. This technique is to give a breath of spiritual energy to an object, and within a certain period of time, the dead will become alive.

for example.

Li Changan folded the paper talisman into a small fish, sighed lightly, and put it into the stagnant water without bare toes.

At first it was like a piece of paper floating on the water, swirling with the current.

Ore.

There was a tremor, but when the fish's tail trembled, he came back to life instantly, and suddenly dived into the water.

For a while, he shuttled through the grass, jumped out of the water, and played at Li Changan's feet.

The Taoist laughed.

Fascinated!

He looked up and saw that God didn't mean to thunder, found a stone under the tree that was higher than the standing water, and sat down cross-legged.

Close your eyes and calm down.

Spiritual thoughts are connected along the inspiring sense.

Then "open your eyes" again.

Li Changan became a small fish in the water.

Follow the current, through the grass and quagmire, into the village alleys, and plunge into the dark and narrow ditches.

The ditch is tortuous and complicated.

I don't know how many gaps and obstacles have been passed through, and then merged into a pool of "lakes" with the current.

There is an undercurrent hidden in the "lake", dragging small fish to dive, and it is swallowed by a gap at the bottom of the "lake".

Behind the gap is another tunnel.

Follow the tunnel, all the way down, down, and down.

finally.

suddenly see the light!

Outside the village.

Under the old tree.

Li Changan opened his eyes.

found it!