Zhan Changfeng locked his position in an instant and immediately appeared on a mountain road. Mingxin, who was originally in the village, also arrived at the same time.
There was a man who was tied up, his skin was all hardened and blackened, his limbs were thin and long, and he looked like a monster. A villager nearby did not dare to touch him. When he saw two people arriving suddenly, he ignored them and bowed to them, "Two."
Taoist priest, please help him!"
Zhan Changfeng asked Mingxin to come forward to check, and asked the villager, "What's wrong with him?"
"This is all our fault for being careless. His name is Da Mao. He had red spots on his face a few days ago. Since he had no other symptoms, he didn't worry about it and followed us deep into the mountains to hunt. But last night, he complained of itching.
When we shined a light on him, we saw that his red spots continued to expand. After three or four breaths, they spread all over his body. His whole body was red. He scratched himself and drew blood. We had no choice but to tie him up and wait until dawn.
Then take him out of the mountain."
The villager said with lingering fear, "Unexpectedly, as soon as the sun appeared, his body caught fire, and it took two or three hours to burn out. The strange thing is that he was not burnt, but became like this ghost, as if he had grown hard armor."
of."
"Teacher." Mingxin shook her head, "It cannot be cured. He has completely mutated... He is still alive, but it seems like he has become a new species."
Zhan Changfeng followed his causal line to search for the cause. As before, there was no sign to deduce the cause of this curse. Her causal eye was still very basic and she could only check some simple things. Could it be that this curse
Her background is something she can't even sense?
Zhan Changfeng cast a restraining spell on him, and on the way back, he met villagers and Zheng Mo who had just gone to the Taoist temple to call for help.
The time this person got the red spots was in the morning seven days ago, he should be among the first batch of "patients". When they were treated yesterday, he happened to be in the mountains, which makes people have to suspect that this curse has an incubation period of about seven days.
Zhan Changfeng asked Zheng Mo, "Did anything special happen seven days ago?"
"On this day, the schools and families on the island come to select the school-age children with talent for cultivation. There is no other major event."
"Zhang Qiuhong, Lin Bai and the alienated Da Mao were born in the same day." Zhan Changfeng thought about the records Zheng Mo had submitted before and asked again, "Didn't the three of them offend anyone in common?"
Zheng Mo scoffed at this question, a little doubtful of the foreign Taoist priest's ability to handle cases, "Zhang Qiuhong and Lin Bai are husband and wife. They are both very kind people and have never been embarrassed by anyone. Da Mao is an ordinary simple young man with no enemies.
The three hundred and twenty households in our village all know the ins and outs of each other. If someone had a quarrel, they would all know about it the next day. However, in the past period of time, no, in the past year, there has been no quarrel. The Taoist priest cannot use it.
Can we use special means to find its source?"
Zhan Changfeng was not annoyed, "We'll see in a few days, if it's not a coincidence, someone else should be affected."
Zheng Mo was also worried. Who would have thought that a mere red dot could turn a person into this state? She said "I'm sorry" to Zhan Changfeng, and then ran back to get a big cloth to cover it with fur.
, so as not to let others see it and cause panic.
Zhan Changfeng stopped her, "The villagers should understand the truth and raise their awareness of prevention."
"But..." Zheng Mo couldn't defeat a monk and gave up angrily.
At dusk, the villagers came up from the fields, carrying farm tools and going home one after another. A little further away, the houses were decorated with cloth, and smoke was curling up from cooking stoves. More and more people were visiting each other, and several families put their tables together in the courtyard to have a lively meal.
The first people to see them were the villagers who were rubbing the mud on the roadside. Before the uncle and aunt could say hello, they were frightened by the "monster".
As they walked all the way through the village to the Taoist temple on the mountainside, the smoke from the cooking stoves began to flicker and flicker.
When they arrived at the Taoist temple, Zhan Changfeng had a good idea and said to Zheng Mo, "I suspect it will relapse and become contagious. You first go and bring Zhang Qiuhong and Lin Bai's family for a checkup."
When Zheng Mo heard this, he became anxious and said, "I'll do it right away!"
"Teacher, it will recur. Is it contagious?"
"That red spot will not recur or be contagious, but it is not certain."
"Huh?" So you lied to Zheng Mo?
Mingxin figured out the key at once, "Which family caused this curse?"
"I'll find out later if I ask."
At about three quarters, Zheng Mo brought Zhang Qiuhong. Lin Bai's family arrived. As soon as Zheng Mo entered the side hall, he said, "Taoist Master, look at it quickly. His Zhang Shuhao also has red spots!"
The two couples held their son's arms, one on the left and the other on the right, and brought him to them.
Ming Xin also saw that something was wrong. This scholar's eyes were evasive, showing a guilty conscience.
He concealed it pretty well and ordinary people couldn't tell, but his performance in front of the monks was too clumsy. Therefore, Mingxin didn't go to remove the red spots on him immediately.
"You are our savior. Treat Haoer soon."
"Yes, yes, we are willing to work as cows and horses."
Zhang Qiuhong is gentle and gentle, while Lin Bai is elegant. They are good at farm work and good at talking, but they are usually slow-tempered. This time something happened to their parents and they saw Da Mao's tragic situation. They were both anxious and haggard, and fell to the ground.
"Here is a bottle of potion. One drop can cure the disease." Zhan Changfeng handed over a small porcelain bottle.
The couple did not doubt that he was there, so they quickly grabbed it and supervised Zhang Shuhao to drink a drop.
The strange thing is that the red spots did not heal immediately like when Mingxin treated them.
"This, Taoist Priest..."
Zhan Changfeng said, "Zhang Shuhao, how do you cast spells to harm people?"
Zhang Shuhao stiffened and was about to deny it, but what he said was, "Use a spell."
"What spell?"
"In honor of Grandpa Kuiba, just write this person's name on yellow paper at midnight."
As soon as the words came out, Zhang Qiuhong and Lin Bai panicked and blocked his mouth, "What nonsense are you talking about in front of the Taoist Priest!"
"Taoist Priest, don't listen to him. If he did it, how could his father, me, and himself be cursed?"
"That's right, my son is kind and honest. If he couldn't do this, he must have been coerced into taking the blame."
Zheng Mo also helped and said, "I have watched him grow up, and he would never do such a thing. Could it be that he is possessed by evil spirits?"
Yes, he is a good person. If it was really him who did it, how could he explain it so happily?
In fact, what Zhan Changfeng gave him to drink was truth water, and he was not possessed by evil spirits.
Zhan Changfeng also saw that he was indeed a mortal, so he asked, "How did you learn this method of casting a spell?"
"Dream about it."
"What is Grandpa Kuiba?"
"I don't know. He said he was Grandpa Kuiba and could teach me spells to punish others, but I didn't know that those who were cursed would turn into monsters." The exposed secrets and uncontrollable mouth made him terrified and paralyzed.
On the ground.
"Are there any other spells?"
"No."
"Then why do you punish so many people?"
"I just want to punish my parents, they ruined my path of cultivation, those people...those people have no enmity or enmity against me, but who made them laugh, why their children.
My brothers and sisters can go outside to practice, but I can’t!”
This time Zhang Qiuhong and Lin Bai also collapsed.
Zhang Qiuhong's eyes were red, "What are you talking about? If you want to go, can we stop you? Why would you do such a thing?"
"It's all your fault, it's all your fault!"
From the cries of the three people, the story of what happened slowly came out.
If you want to practice on this island, you can only enter Taiyi Academy or join a cultivating family. Otherwise, you can only go to sea by boat and find those sects, which is difficult for ordinary people.
The villagers got the news the day before the school and several big families came to recruit people, but Zhang Qiuhong and Lin Bai couldn't bear their son leaving home, so he said many thoughtful words to him, hoping that he would stay and share the happiness of family with his parents, and
Listed the hardships and wanderings of cultivation, which are not as good as a hundred years of health.
Zhang Shuhao was a filial person. He was eager to go out to practice, but he didn't want to go against his parents' wishes and break their hearts. He struggled over and over again, poured himself a bottle of wine, and missed the enrollment the next day.
When he sobered up, he was unwilling to give in. He thought it was his parents who had blocked his cultivation path. He remembered the spell in his dream and cast a spell on them, hoping to punish them.
Even parents have punished them, so if they don't like them, there is no need to hesitate.
People like Da Mao actually suffered from Wuwu disaster and caught up with him when he was in a bad mood.