The dark crematorium exuded the lingering smell of smoke and dust. It stood there quietly for an unknown length of time.
"It really doesn't look like anything special. Was it always like this before, Taoist Priest... Taoist Priest? What are you doing?"
Luo Jiutian turned his head and saw the Taoist Master holding a charm in each hand, frowning in deep thought.
"I think..." The Taoist priest pondered and said no more.
"Is there something wrong with the talisman?" Luo Jiutian returned to him, "Is it broken?"
The Taoist priest was too lazy to pay attention to him. He just lowered his head deeply and glanced at the two charms in turn.
"Eh?" Luo Jiutian suddenly pointed to the talisman on his right hand, "You didn't draw this, right?"
The Taoist priest nodded, raised his head and said, "This is the talisman of Lianshui Village that I took from the well... What's wrong with Jiutian, why are you looking at me like this?"
"Oh, Taoist Priest," Luo Jiutian pointed at the Taoist Priest's face, "You have a nosebleed, what happened?"
The Taoist priest was a little surprised. He raised his hand and wiped it, and there were indeed some bright red marks on his fingers. The Taoist priest did not feel any nosebleeds, nor did he smell the smell of blood.
"Didn't you notice it yourself?" Luo Jiutian thought for a moment, then wiped the Taoist priest's hair with his own hand a few times, with a disgusted expression.
The Taoist Master did not speak, but fell into deeper contemplation. His brows furrowed tighter, and the blackness in his eyes seemed to become darker and darker.
When Luo Jiutian finally helped him deal with the nosebleed, the Taoist priest grabbed Luo Jiutian's wrist with a backhand.
"Jiutian, we have to go back and take a look."
"Ah? Where are you going back?" Luo Jiutian was confused.
The Taoist priest pulled him around to the left side of the ancestral hall, and the two of them ran directly into a wasteland.
"That well." The Taoist priest replied as he ran.
"Which mouth? The first one or the second one..."
"It's the one where I took off all the talismans." The Taoist priest walked across the wasteland and stepped onto the road. "Hurry up, Jiutian."
"Is it related to those spells?"
"right."
"That...is related to your spell?" Luo Jiutian gradually understood, "Is this why your spell failed?"
The Taoist priest looked forward, hesitated for a few seconds, sighed and said, "Jiutian, I am going to tell you everything, but please don't be disgusted."
"Disgusted?" Luo Jiutian is not disgusted yet, but he has an ominous premonition.
The Taoist priest turned a corner and sighed again, "Jiutian, I used a blood curse."
"...What is that?"
"...Haven't you heard of it?" The Taoist Priest was stunned, "Did Vice-President Luo tell you about the blood curse?"
"Maybe I told you, maybe I forgot... My father told me so many things, how can I remember them all?"
道长侧过脸无奈地瞟了罗九天一眼,心想怪不得老罗爱揍你.
"Blood spell is a method of making talismans," the Taoist priest said concisely, "but it is not a very good painting method."
"The name doesn't sound very good. He doesn't paint with blood, does he?"
"...Exactly."
"Taoist Priest! How could you do this?" Luo Jiutian retorted subconsciously, but he didn't know from which angle to refute, "You are... too careless about your health!"
After all, he still doesn't know what the blood curse is used for.
"The blood curse does not necessarily have to be the blood of the person who casts the spell. Theoretically speaking, it can be drawn with the blood of animals, but the power is different." The Taoist priest explained quickly.
"Then what kind of blood did you use to draw your blood spell?"
"...my blood."
"Look at how you are still quibbling!" Luo Jiutian shouted, "Tell me honestly, what is the blood curse used for? It can't be a curse, right? Taoist priest..."
"No, it's not a curse. No one would use their own blood to draw a curse," the Taoist priest said. "Blood curses are used to ward off evil spirits."
Such an evil thing is actually used to ward off evil spirits.
"What kind of ward off evil spirits?"
"Expelling ghosts, warding off evil spirits, and suppressing evil spirits are the spells for protection."
"But don't you know how to draw charms to suppress ghosts and exorcise demons? I've seen you use them before."
"The blood curse is different," the Taoist priest said. "The power of the blood curse is irresistible. Do you understand?"
An unstoppable protective spell.
It is simply an airtight fortress.
"But why did you suddenly tell me this?"
"The fools all have the blood curse I gave them, except for Wen Ling, of course. After all, she is not completely one of ours yet," the Taoist priest explained, "I didn't tell them about the blood curse.
I only said that it was an ordinary lucky charm, and I also told them that the charm must not be bloody, otherwise it would malfunction, but I was actually lying to them."
Luo Jiutian suddenly felt a little dazed as he listened to the Taoist Master's series of truths without changing his expression.
This man looks like he knows how to lie.
"So normally, they wouldn't use that spell because they think it's just a blessing..."
"However?..." Luo Jiutian guessed the Taoist Master's turn.
"However," the Taoist Master paused, "someone used my blood curse."
Luo Jiutian suddenly realized, "That's why you have a nosebleed! The power of the blood curse will come back to you, right? I said, where can such a good thing exist? If you shed a little blood, you can have an iron wall... Taoist priest...
Forget it, are you okay? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere else?"
"I'm fine. The force of the backlash this time is very small. It should be that the things the blood curse deals with are relatively weak, so I only had a little nosebleed."
"But isn't it dangerous for you to do this?" Luo Jiutian asked seriously, "Since they don't know the effect of the blood curse, they don't know about the backlash, right?"
If someone were to apply a blood curse to Huolian, wouldn't the Taoist leader's side be completely destroyed remotely?
The Taoist priest smiled slightly and said, "At least this way I can protect them one more time."
Luo Jiutian felt a sore nose, so he quickly changed the topic.
"Who will use it this time? Can you feel it? Is it Xiaolan?"
The Taoist priest thought for a moment and said, "I guess it could be Baomu."
"Baomu?" Luo Jiutian didn't expect this answer, "Why?"
"If any of them already know about the blood curse, then most likely it is Baomu," the Taoist priest reasoned, "Baomu can smell my blood."
"Then he didn't question it?"
"Baomu believes in me," the Taoist priest said firmly, "he knows that I will never harm him."
"Then he...won't tell others?"
The Taoist priest glanced at Luo Jiutian indifferently, "If I don't say it, Baomu won't say it. He knows that I have my own reasons."
"Ah, Bao Mu looks soft and doesn't look like someone who would keep such a secret."
"Is that what you think?" The Taoist priest grinned, "You are wrong. There are many secrets in Baomu."
"Is that so?"
"Jiutian, do you feel that I'm hiding a lot of things?"