After all, this is a world that believes in science, the truth. The so-called ghosts and gods are already absurd. If it weren’t for my personal experience in the past few days, in my inner world, I would always think that we are just a family that needs food, rice, oil and salt through charity tricks. As for the ritual official, it is almost to exaggerate the mysterious color for ourselves. Just like every hawker selling stinky tofu will use the word Changsha to prove that his taste is authentic. As such a saying goes to others, I gradually believe it.

This is probably the difference between me and my dad. He believes in all this, but I am half-believing and half-doubting, and dealing with things with a mentality of not believing in it rather than not, so there is an insurmountable gap between us, which creates communication barriers.

Now, perhaps because Zhang Daoxuan is present, my father finally let go of the wall in his inner world that even his family has to resist, as if he was worried that we knew too much would affect his beliefs. I could see that he opened his heart and told the story of what he knew about our family, from ancient times to the present, which can be regarded as a long discussion.

Although he has heard many things from his elders, I don’t know how much truth there is left in this oral inheritance model.

Regarding the last ancestor who can be called the ritual official, about the Tianshi Blade, about the Yumin...

In my father's understanding that accuracy needs to be questioned, this series of things should be related to half of the diary!

This half of the diary was left by the nameless ancestor. It records some things in his life and... some plans on the eve of his death were stuffed into the orphans' cradle. Many of the contents were soaked in blood, blurred and invisible, and there was too much missing. Moreover, this diary was lost when my family was hiding from the war more than a hundred years ago. My grandfather might be the last person to see it, and he only mentioned a few words to my dad when he was about to die.

The ancestor said in his diary that the Five Barbarians invaded China, and human life was like grass, corpses were everywhere, and thousands of miles away from the ground. For a moment, resentment was soaring to the sky, and ghosts and monsters were rampant in the world. But at that time, the clothes and etiquette were flowing south, and the etiquette and law were broken, and the court had no time to protect themselves, let alone care about the lives and deaths of the people. As a ritual official, he was determined to sort out the yin and yang, but his strength was not caught. He almost died, so he decided to set up a tomb for the ages and buried all the most vicious among the corpses, ghosts and demons.

He should have succeeded and he also broke into it.

My father didn't know how thrilling the process was. My grandfather breathed a sigh of relief when he told him this. Naturally, it was impossible to tell him a good story, but the key point was mentioned to him.

First, the Tianshi Blade was left in the tomb of the burial demon. My ancestor vaguely mentioned in his diary that there was an extremely vicious among the Yumin who harmed the world at that time. It seemed to have something, without any taboos and was extremely difficult to deal with. My ancestor had already planned to bury Yumin. When burying the Yumin, he would use the Tianshi Blade to suppress it, which might be successful.

Secondly, the tomb of the burial demon set up by the ancestor is in the Luliang Mountains. The energy of the Luliang Mountains is magnificent, supporting the backbone of the land of the Three Jins. There have been many emperors in the place where they pass. The empress Wu Zetian grew up with the wind of Luliang. The mountain has a long fortune and is definitely a dragon vein. The ancestor died in the tomb of the burial demon, and the earth spirit beads he picked must have been left in this tomb. The earth spirit beads were born from the dragon vein. They are nourished by the dragon vein and will not escape far away when they sink into the dragon vein. In other words, there must be earth spirit beads in the tomb of the burial demon!

"That tomb of burial demons is the key to the rise of the ritual official lineage. The Heavenly Official Blade and the Earth Spirit Pearl are there!"

My dad said, "Since the family has fallen into the world, many ancestors have been looking for this tomb of burial demons. Luliang Mountain is almost ruined and has not been found."

"You mean, the place I went to was the tomb of the burial demon?"

I was a little confused. Good guy, according to my father's words, I have found all the Tianguan Blade and the Earth Spirit Pearl. However, there was only one Qihe tomb in that place. This kind of tomb only appeared in the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China. At that time, many Manchu nobles were in a state of decline, but there were still a bunch of concubines and could not build any magnificent tombs. I might as well make such a tomb, which was very characteristic of the times.

Suddenly, I thought of the drawings in the secret room of the Xing family. The drawings of Qihe Tomb were full of question marks. For a moment, I had a guess in my mind and hurriedly said, "Is the tomb of Burial Demons under the Qihe Tomb?"

My dad nodded and said, "There were so many people who died in the past, and the place was just a little bit. It was normal for the tomb to press against the tomb. I want me to see, the Yumin, the family that caused your family to have thought about the tomb burial tomb early on. He buried his old man there, just to hold the flag of worshiping ancestors to facilitate their investigation!"

My father firmly believed that what Xing Wei really planned was the thing that was claimed to be without taboos. That thing belonged to Yumin. Once he got it, he was extremely sorry to be suppressed by the Tianguan Blade. After he succeeded, he could only take it away.

My father has never heard of the kind of sacrifice that Zhang Daoxuan said, but he also speculated that he thought that using the evil spirit and resentment of the dead to fight against the Tianguan Blade to liberate such things, he should have succeeded, but he was also injured by the Tianguan Blade. While releasing that thing, it also means releasing the Tianguan Blade. I have experienced how powerful this thing is. Xing Wei is probably not much better than me who turned into a paper man. It is normal that he was almost beaten to death. Finally, he took the object and ran away in a hurry.

I have to admit that my dad has some potential as a detective, and this speculation can be said to be reasonable and well-founded.

"But I just put a shovel on the tomb. I have never entered that tomb. Why did the earth spirit beads run into my stomach?"

I frowned and raised my question: "Also, since Xing Wei's family has long been thinking about going to the tomb of the Demon Burial, what's up to me? Why do you have to pull me in?"

"This is the lingering shadow of our ancestors!"

My father firmly believed that the ancestor had spirit in heaven and felt that my descendant had arrived at the tomb of the demon burial, so he gave me the earth spirit bead.

As for whether this explanation is reasonable, I glanced at the pig-killing knife that my father placed on his leg and didn't dare to ask.

Then, my dad fell into deep thought again. After a moment, he said, "As for your affairs... I thought about it, there is only one possibility... you were sacrificed alive!"

Living sacrifice?

I shivered. In my perception, the living sacrifices were all bloody and cruel, but I was not dead. Except for being a ghost trick, everything was basically normal...

"You don't know some things..."

My father sighed. This seemed to be the thing he was most reluctant to face. He pointed to a large spiritual position far away from us and said softly: "These ancestors were sacrificed alive. When our ritual officials lost their ability, for the ancient rulers, we were not only looking at Feng Shui and designing tombs, but also using them to sacrifice themselves. Maybe our ritual officials are too angry with those dirty things. In short, whenever we encounter ghosts and monsters, it is difficult to calm down, as long as we worship our ritual officials as sacrifices, those traitors will stop!

Your classmate probably heard this from somewhere, so he came up with your idea, or, from the beginning, he was ready to sacrifice you alive. In this way, the dirty things in the tomb of the burial demon will be more settled, so that they can go to the tomb to find things!"

This may be the greatest sorrow of the ritual official.

When this sadness spread to me, I suddenly fell silent at this moment. It was not anger or sadness. I had felt this way before, but at this moment, it all disappeared without a trace.

But I am very sure of one thing. If I still have the chance to meet Xing Wei, I will definitely cut off his head with my own hands, and there will be no psychological burden.

It was only then that I realized that when hatred or anger accumulates to a certain level, the rest... is only peace.

This is just some of my father's guess. Apart from the live sacrifice, he could not think of any other possibility. As for why I was not dead, I even said that there were basically no symptoms except for accidentally taking the Earth Spirit Pearl and causing persecution from ghosts. My father was not very clear about these, and he just said that the answer might have to be found in the tomb of the Burial Demon.

I still have questions in my mind. Whether it is Zhang Daoxuan or the ferryman at Yinren Inn, when I mention the word "Ritual Officer", my first reaction is danger and I am very secretive about it.

Where is the danger?

When I really asked, my father showed some irritability, and just said vaguely that in the era when the Liguan still existed, all ghosts and monsters could only tremble in the dark. It was probably too hated. I finally endured the decline of the Liguan family. Naturally, I would not see someone getting the ability again, and it was worth asking for trouble.

The truth is really that simple?

I glanced at Zhang Daoxuan, and he sat upright, his eyes half open and half closed, as if he had heard nothing.

"Okay, I've told you everything I know."

My dad waved his hand and blocked my stomach's full of questions, and said expressionlessly: "You should leave!"

These strange actions made me even more confused. I instinctively felt that he seemed to be deliberately hiding something, and his behavior was too intense. In desperation, I could only change the topic, ask about my mother's situation, want to see my mother, and then inquire about it.

Unfortunately, my dad didn't give me a chance at all. He picked me up and pushed me out and drove me out. As for my mom, he only said that he had gone out to buy vegetables and did not make lunch for the three of us.

Zhang Daoxuan didn't mind this remark. He stood up and looked at the sky, pulled Zhang Xinya away quietly. Zhang Xinya muttered reluctantly, muttering that he was hungry before eating, but Zhang Daoxuan glared at him and immediately stopped saying a word.

My dad pushed me out of the yard and it was not until the eve of getting on the bus that he suddenly hugged me. His arms were extremely strong, and he just leaned against my ear and whispered to me three words - to live.

Then, he pushed me into the car.

At that moment, I felt like he was saying goodbye to me, and it was a farewell forever.

I wanted to rush out of the car and look for him, but Zhang Daoxuan put his hand on my shoulder. He didn't exert force, so I just couldn't move.

I was anxious and said hurriedly: "Master, my dad..."

"You're worse."

Zhang Daoxuan said expressionlessly: "Don't worry, he's fine, it's just that time has come. It's twelve o'clock now, we have to leave."

These words were so mysterious that I wanted to ask the truth, but Zhang Daoxuan closed his eyes and pointed at it. The meaning was unspeakable, but he finally gave me an explanation, which made me feel a little calmer and sighed relieved. Since Zhang Daoxuan said it was okay, my father should not be in trouble. No matter how he looked, he didn't seem like a lie. I probably thought too much before.

Zhang Xinya had already started the car. I subconsciously looked back. My father was still standing at the door. His waist was straight. The distance between me and him became farther and farther. In the end, his figure became a little blurred.

I suddenly felt that my father was a soldier. In such an era where everyone pursued fame and fortune, it was difficult for him to stick to a inheritance that had been cut off for nearly two thousand years.

Two thousand years is enough for a nation to forget its past, but as a person, he is always fighting against the torrent of the world and time. What kind of belief is this?

His image is changing silently in my heart. I used to think I knew him, but now I find that I can't understand this man I have always called my father. What kind of secret is hidden in him? Whether it is him or Zhang Daoxuan, what are he deliberately hiding...

(End of this chapter)
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