Volume 1: Shining Mountains and Rivers Chapter 12 Covering the Name with Crime
This winding path suddenly appeared, leading directly to a hut on the hillside. I don't know if it was a coincidence that a full moon just climbed above the hut.
Ji Yuan walked halfway and looked back with a feeling, and then he saw the mansion shrouded in the night. In addition to the faint white mist, there were also traces of Yin Qi rising, filling the house.
Anywhere in the house.
The entire mansion was now pitch black, and there was something strange everywhere in the silence.
He silently withdrew his gaze and continued walking towards the end of the path. The bare old trees on both sides had dry and cracked bark like ferocious and weird smiling faces.
Not long after, Ji Yuan came to the end of the path and stood in front of the lonely hut.
This is an ancestral hall, with lanterns hanging on both sides of the door, weak candlelight burning inside, and a plaque with the words "Ancestral Hall" written on the front of the door.
In front of the word "Shi", there should have been another word, which was the surname of the person worshiped in the ancestral hall here.
However, at this moment, there was a mass of air like ink, which was blocking it so airtight that it was impossible to see what word it was.
"Go in and have a look."
Ji Yuan whispered, and then stepped into the ancestral hall in front of him.
If we follow the original folk customs, the ancestral hall where ancestors are worshiped should be kept brightly lit at all times to ensure that the ancestors' plaques are always in sufficient light.
However, there are only a few candlelights here, and the firelight cannot even illuminate all the ancestral tablets arranged in the middle.
Moreover, the ancestral hall was empty, with no proper sacrificial vessels or tributes in sight. There was only a tattered futon placed in front of five or six rows of tablets.
"The black energy blocks the memorial tablets. This situation usually occurs when future generations have heinous people."
Ji Yuan took a deep breath, looked at the scene in front of him and murmured to himself.
In front of him, the dozens of tablets enshrined in the ancestral hall were all shrouded in black air at the moment, obscuring the names of ancestors inscribed on the tablets.
This kind of situation is very rare, even if there are descendants of the descendants who commit all kinds of crimes such as burning, killing, looting, etc., it will be difficult for them to cause such a situation.
Because the black energy that obscures the name of the ancestor is the embodiment of sin in the world. I am afraid that only the kind of massacre of thousands and tens of thousands of people can accumulate so much sin.
"It is also possible that the descendants of future generations fell into the path of demons and demons, and were sentenced by Confucian saints, thus causing endless sins to befall heaven and earth."
Song He whispered, looking at the tablets that were covered by black air, with a hint of self-mockery in his eyes.
Ji Yuan, who was standing beside him, shrugged and was noncommittal. What exactly was going on here was not something they could tell clearly with just a few glances or a few unfounded guesses.
However, one thing is certain, if the memorial tablets of ancestors are obscured by black energy, future generations will suffer disasters one after another. Even the place where they live will be plagued by evil spirits, and they will not be able to have a moment of peace.
It's just that these things have any necessary connection with the ghosts here leading them to the ancestral hall...
Is it possible that the ghosts entrenched here want them to clear away the rich, ink-like black energy on these ancestors' tablets?
Thinking of this, Ji Yuan couldn't help but laugh at himself. If this was really the case, then the ghosts would think too highly of them.
Let alone the few of them who are only in the enlightenment realm, even if they are Qi practitioners who have developed magic power, unless they are truly masters of the Tao and happen to be good at it, they will still be helpless.
But other than this, he couldn't figure out the meaning of what the other party did.
It was obvious that he could kill them directly, but he still didn't do it, and even led a few people to this ancestral hall.
No matter how you look at each of these things, they are all too unusual, and it is even harder to find any reasonableness in them.
Perhaps... the ghosts entrenched here really suffered serious injuries unimaginable to others during the fight with the Lord of Mingyue Temple?
"They're coming up."
When Song He's voice sounded in his ears, the little Taoist turned away and looked out the door.
At this time, the stern man had taken the girl and stood six or seven steps outside the ancestral hall. However, after looking at it for a while, neither of them chose to enter the ancestral hall. There seemed to be some fear of this place between their eyebrows.
When Ji Yuan saw this, he immediately had a suspicion in his mind, and immediately walked out of the ancestral hall and came to the front of the two people.
He waved the dust in his hand, showed a palm full of talismans, and said in a threatening tone: "Tell me what you know. I allow you to hide something, but don't pretend to be stupid anymore."
Stunned."
This time, the little Taoist priest changed his usual 'gentleness'. A dangerous light flashed in his eyes when he spoke. It seemed that if the other party refused, he would throw out the talisman prepared in his hand without hesitation.
Song He, who was following behind, was also surprised. He didn't expect that he would suddenly become stronger.
Seeing this scene, the girl with a bad temper was about to curse on the spot. As for the consequences of doing so, she didn't care at all. In her opinion, the other party was just bluffing and would not really take action.
And even if she takes action, so what if she, who claims to be from a famous family, joins forces with her senior brother, she is not afraid of this little Taoist priest who can tell at a glance that he is a shabby person.
But just when she was about to speak, the figure in front of her suddenly turned around, and then slapped her in the face.
'Snapped!'
After a crisp sound, the girl was stunned for a moment, and was about to ask a question, but as a murderous gaze fell, she was so frightened that she immediately swallowed her words, and tears silently fell from her eyes.
.
"I'm sorry, my junior sister is spoiled."
The cold man said something apologetically. When he turned around, the murderous look in his eyes had subsided.
Although he felt a little unhappy in his heart at this time, he did not dare to show it. He glanced past the talisman in the young man's hand, and there was a deep fear in the depths of his eyes.
Just a quick glance before had already shocked his heart. Now after looking at it carefully several times, he couldn't help but feel grateful that the previous slap was decisive and simple.
If his junior sister was allowed to say those unpleasant words, maybe the two of them would have been beaten to ashes by this high-quality talisman at this time, right?
Subconsciously swallowing, the stern man forced out a smile: "Whatever the little Taoist Master wants to know, just ask him directly. I will tell you everything I know, and I won't dare to hide anything."
If what he said before was basically to coax the two people in front of him to help, then he would seem much more sincere now.
There are three levels of talismans in this world. The lower-grade talismans are mostly drawn by ordinary Taoist priests or monks in the enlightenment realm. Once the talismans are of high-grade quality, they can be considered to be medium-grade. Both their power and value can be increased several times or even ten times immediately.
several times.
As for the talismans that can only be drawn by the most powerful people, they possess mysterious principles that ordinary monks cannot imagine.
And let's just say that this middle-grade talisman, even if it is just using the essence to activate the spiritual energy in the talisman's gall bladder, it can still exert amazing power. Perhaps for a qi practitioner who has cultivated magic power, it can be dealt with at a certain price.
But only a stern man in the middle realm of enlightenment doesn't think he can escape with his life under such a grade of talisman, especially when the opponent holds not just one piece, but a whole handful!
This one... there must be six or seven at least, right?
He couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. Fortunately, their brothers thought that the other party was a shabby little Taoist priest. Unexpectedly, a random talisman was enough to surpass all of their wealth.
And yet the other party could easily take out a handful of such precious talismans... This chapter has been completed!
