Using the Queen Mother of the West as a chess piece,
Play with the two gates in the palm of your hand.
Qian Laosan might be able to do it.
But Jin Xuecheng told me that at the time Lao Huang said, "After being involved in it, I'm afraid it will be difficult to escape. Now that I have been introduced into this situation, it will be difficult to leave it."
Making it difficult for the tired gate and the registered gate, two of the seven gatekeepers in the Jianghu, to escape and leave the game. Is this what a papermaker can do?
I don't deny that Qian Laosan is powerful, but no matter how powerful he is, he will never threaten the survival of the two schools!
I even heard fear in Lao Huang's words.
Obviously, the person who set up the trap of eternal life is an existence that makes even Lao Huang fearful. Can Qian Laosan be so powerful that even Lao Huang is afraid?
Thinking of this, I gradually became enlightened.
Qian Laosan may know the secret, but I guess he is definitely not the real person who laid out the secret of eternal life.
Then, I smiled at the blood-colored stone tablet in front of me and said: "You said that I hide my head and show my tail, but you yourself are not the same? The Night Sky Pearl is indeed in my hands, but it is absolutely impossible for you to ask me to hand it over."
"Brother, what are you talking to yourself about?"
"It's so strange. Qian Laosan is not here. Who is the elder brother talking to?"
"Hahahaha……"
The children on the side were talking all over the place.
I looked at these children.
Some of them were wearing tattered coarse clothes, some were wearing old cloth shirts...
It’s not what modern people wear at all!
I continued to say in a deep voice: "What a good boy to send a car to. Qian Laosan, since I'm here, I can't just do nothing. I'll help you save these dead boys."
How could such a group of playful children appear in this wilderness in the countryside of Shangjing?
They are not human at all.
Instead, I don’t know which dynasty or generation left behind a lonely ghost, which has been wandering around the stone tablet in front of me!
It is precisely because of this that they can have so much fun playing with paper cars.
"Brother, what are you talking about?"
"We don't understand."
"Where are you sending us?"
They said around me.
I began to recite the magic formula silently, preparing to help these children purify the evil spirit in their souls: "Silent birth without a trace, neither birth nor death, can enter reincarnation and transcend the three realms."
But soon, I frowned.
Because these children are too young, even if they have been dead for hundreds of years, they do not have a strong evil spirit.
The evil spirit in them can be easily purified.
It stands to reason that when the evil spirit of the dead soul disappears, they can enter reincarnation and be reincarnated again.
But the souls of these dead children in front of them seemed to be bound here and could never leave.
I looked at the stone tablet in front of me again.
The dead children are trapped here, and the key to never being able to enter reincarnation is obviously on this stone tablet.
"Children, do you know what year it is now?" I asked.
"I know! It's the seventeenth year of Chongzhen!"
At this time, a slightly older child spoke to me.
Hearing this, I was surprised again.
He died in the 17th year of Chongzhen!
Subconsciously, these dead children do not think that they are dead, and their memories remain on the day before their death.
It has been dead for almost four hundred years... This is the year when the Ming Dynasty perished.
The country is destroyed and people are destroyed.
They have been trapped here by the stone monument for nearly four hundred years!
I thought to myself, who is so cruel?
Obviously this person is not Qian Laosan. No matter how long Qian Laosan lives, he will not be able to live from the Ming Dynasty to the present.
This stone tablet is probably not an ordinary thing, and the place under my feet is not simple either.
After thinking for a while, I asked them: "Do you want to leave here?"
"Yes! I want to play outside. I haven't played outside for a long time."
"I think so too, I want to see my mother!"
"Brother, there are only one car for more than ten of us to play with. I want to find more toys!"
They get back to me.
Logically speaking, I shouldn't be nosy, but at this moment, I couldn't help but feel soft inside.
I wanted to see if I could help them out.
They were trapped here hundreds of years ago. I won't offend anyone by taking action. The culprit who allowed them to stay here is probably dead long ago.
"We are destined to meet each other. Just call me big brother and I will help you to the end."
I said in a deep voice.
Then, I put my hand on the stone tablet and started to exert force. As a heavy sound sounded, the stone tablet was pushed to the ground by me.
When the stone tablet fell to the ground, the children began to cheer: "Okay! Brother is so awesome!"
"Push it down! Push it down, I don't like this big rock a long time ago!"
They were jumping for joy and looking at the scene under the stone monument, my expression changed slightly...
Skulls are buried in the soil!
Only skulls! Apart from the rest, there are no bones.
I seem to understand why the souls of these dead children are trapped here.
In ancient times, there was a custom of human sacrifice, especially the use of children's heads...
But it stands to reason that even if it is a sacrificial activity, the souls of the dead should not be retained.
Therefore, there is only one possibility. This large-scale sacrificial activity may have ended in failure, allowing these dead souls to survive and have been wandering around here for nearly four hundred years.
As for why I decided that the scale of this sacrificial activity was not small, it was not because of the number of skulls buried underground.
But this stone tablet that I knocked down is really not small!
Not surprisingly, the stone stele is a record of this sacrificial activity. The larger the stele, the more records are recorded, which also proves that the larger the sacrificial activity.
This stone tablet is at least two meters high and two palms thick. I estimate that it is a sacrificial activity that affects at least ten thousand people.
As for what this sacrificial activity is, I don’t know for the time being because it is too old and the writing on this stone tablet is blurred.
And this is a bit troublesome.
Without knowing how to perform sacrificial activities, I could not easily send the deceased child to salvation.
At this very moment,
Suddenly a group of white paper birds flew from the sky...
