"Baomu is such a child," Luo Jiutian pouted, "I really can't tell."
"Baomu is a good boy. Don't have any thoughts about him," the Taoist priest said. "Baomu has been hurt a lot, but even so, he is still very kind."
"Did Baomu tell you this himself?"
The Taoist priest shook his head, "Baomu didn't know that I knew, and I pretended not to know. Now you know too. Jiutian, you have to pretend with me. You are not allowed to tell them any of the things I told you."
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Luo Jiutian was very engrossed in listening to the story. When he saw that he was suddenly involved, he immediately became unconvinced, "Why? At least I have to talk about the blood curse."
"Don't say it."
"You...then why did you tell me?" Luo Jiutian muttered dissatisfiedly, "I'm not like Baomu. I hate keeping secrets the most."
"Because you will definitely ask me for more details later," the Taoist priest ran down the road, "I can't hide these things from you, so I'll tell you first."
The dark ruins appeared again, and the two went straight to the well in the backyard.
"These things are all related to the well?"
The Taoist priest nodded.
"Baomu's matter is also related to the well?"
"...I couldn't help but say what happened about Bao Mu. It doesn't matter. It's all a secret anyway. You can keep it together."
"Can this still be considered?..."
The Taoist priest thought he was being playful and winked.
"I trust you."
Luo Jiu pursed his lips and asked, "Okay, seriously, what happened to this well?"
The two of them had stood next to the well and looked at the dark mouth of the well together.
Nothing can be seen.
The Taoist priest pointed to the talisman in his hand and said, "These talismans posted by the well are all blood curses."
Luo Jiutian lowered his head and observed the worn yellow talisman paper.
"Blood spells are very rare. I didn't expect people here to do it. I always thought these spells were just ghostly charms stained with blood," the Taoist priest continued. "It wasn't until the Changming Talisman failed that I realized that on this mountain
, the power of ordinary spells would be resisted, but my blood spell worked, so I thought that the spells posted in the village might be blood spells, so the blood spells can be used normally here."
"Then what do they mean by putting a blood spell on the mouth of the well? To protect the dead inside?"
"Of course not," the Taoist priest shook his head decisively, "The blood curse can only protect the living, and it can only suppress the dead."
Luo Jiutian nodded understandingly.
As expected, the effect of those blood curses was to trap the dead women underground forever.
"And I think," the Taoist priest began to prepare to jump down, "the blood on the blood curse probably comes from those dead women..."
"Taoist Priest, what do you want to do?"
"Jump down." The Taoist priest held the edge of the well and squatted down. "I'll go down and see if her body is still there. I have removed all her blood spells. Theoretically, she is free now."
"Then what if she is still there?" Luo Jiutian hurriedly stopped the Taoist priest, "She will attack you, no, it is too dangerous... I have other ways."
The Taoist priest turned his head and looked at him.
Luo Jiutian raised his other hand and recited something with his back palm. The Taoist Master discovered his intention and directly held down his wrist, "No, Jiutian, you can't use the Panlong Pond here."
"I won't let it appear," Luo Jiutian explained, "I plan to use the power of Panlongchi to release a hidden thunder. The hidden thunder can only detect evil spirits."
The Taoist Master relaxed a little, "Won't Panlongchi show up?"
"No, this kind of low-level thunder method does not need to be embodied," Luo Jiutian waved his hand, "Hidden thunder can search for evil spirits and locate them within a certain range. It can also capture the traces left by evil spirits. If hidden thunder is
Lei didn't show any signs, which means we thought too much, the body is still down there, and her coffin may even have been reincarnated."
This is of course the best possibility. The Taoist priest nodded and let go of Luo Jiutian's hand.
Luo Jiutian continued his formula. Within a few seconds, a few wisps of gray smoke came out of the palm of his right hand that he pressed downward. The smoke floated in the air, but did not dissipate. Instead, it wound into a satin-like shape.
Floating towards the mouth of the well.
"Okay," Luo Jiutian finished casting the spell and clapped his hands with satisfaction, "Now just wait."
The Taoist priest agreed, and the two were silent for a while.
"Then Taoist Priest," Luo Jiutian looked at the Taoist Priest who was looking concerned at the wellhead and asked, "If she is fine, can we go back to the crematorium and continue the investigation?"
"Can."
"Then if she really..."
"Jiutian!" the Taoist priest suddenly shouted, "Look, what is that?"
The Taoist Master hurriedly pulled Luo Jiutian over and pointed to the depths of the well.
"Look, there are white marks there."
Luo Jiutian's eyes fell on the white and gray patterns under the well, and his face suddenly became serious.
He squatted down with the Taoist priest, stretched his neck in disbelief, and looked at the white dust.
The white-grey color is still spreading towards the well mouth, as if there is an invisible child, holding an invisible piece of chalk, standing in the well, sketching something from bottom to top.
Not long after, the white-grey color spread out of the well mouth, lingering around the two feet for a few times, and finally stopped moving.
"What does this mean?" The Taoist priest stared at Luo Jiutian and asked, "Is it..."
Luo Jiutian nodded heavily, "She has indeed become an evil spirit, and she has already left."
As he spoke, the grayish-white color gradually disappeared, as if nothing had happened, leaving only the nervous figures of the two men.
"Can you tell where she went?"
Luo Jiutian shook his head, "The hidden thunder can only capture certain traces, and it is broken here, which means that the traces of the evil spirit can no longer be located."
"How do you usually locate it accurately?"
"...Use Panlong Pond."
"Forget it," the Taoist priest carefully observed the soil at his feet, "this mountain is too big."
"Then we are going to..."
"There is nothing we can do," the Taoist priest stood up, "let's go back to the crematorium first."
"All right."
Luo Jiutian was submissive on the surface, but there was still a trace of complaint in his heart.
The sky has changed from the thick black like splashing ink to purple and white. Seeing that it is about to light up, the two of them are walking on the extremely quiet country road. Their destination is still the crematorium. What are they busy with this night?
Hungry, tired, disappointed and worried.
After walking for a long time, Luo Jiutian finally saw the familiar ancestral hall and chimney.
"Let's go in through the main entrance of the ancestral hall." The Taoist priest suggested.
"OK."
The two got into the crumbling ancestral hall again, passed by the ruins, and passed by the strange Arhat statue and stone tablet...
"Jiutian," the Taoist leader suddenly stopped him, "Look, are those traces of hidden thunder?"