The picture scroll in front of me is like the remains of the Nine Netherworld, extremely terrifying.
The fractures on the butcher's neck were uneven. It seemed that he had been cut off many times with a knife, but there was still a trace of skin and flesh connected. The green and black carrion had long festered, but the huge and stupid body remained standing, looking forward to it. Chasing this ancient alley becomes a nightmare that lingers in your sleep.
The tongueless man whose mouth was full of blood was still opening his mouth. Blood spray sprayed on the old door panel, seeping into the original fine and smooth texture, leaving traces instead of the scream he could no longer utter...
The butcher Tatou stood drunkenly under the moonlight, lifeless. A smell mixed with putrid, fishy, and corpse odors spread in the streets and alleys, turning into a strange floating fog that enveloped Jipi Alley.
"Amitabha. Greedy memory is a sin. When a person's sins are over, he will take shape when he is in decline. He is called a ghost."
Jiang Wen said softly, turning a blind eye to the horrifying scene in front of him, but he was more alert to the dense strange fog.
It has been said that if the ghosts in hell have a habit of resentment, they will take shape when encountering bad energy, which means the four seasons are not correct and the yin and yang are declining. Therefore, they like to spread plagues and carry out epidemics, so they are called ghosts.
The counties in central Fujian were the first to be developed. The poisonous fog in the Suze Valley in the south had long since dissipated. It should not have caused death by breathing, drinking, or swallowing. Therefore, the staggeringly thick miasma here was simply unbelievable, and people did not dare to act rashly.
At this time, the moonlit night was bright, the cold fog was clear, and there were no people in the ancient alleys. There were ancient trees in the courtyard of the house, and only the lanterns at the entrance of the alley were shining in the distance, like a pair of stone lions with red eyes at the entrance of the deep house.
The door wall of the house is right in the middle of the front yard wall. It is a rectangular door made of stone frames and on the same plane as the wall. It is not too high.
Jiang Wen climbed up with his hands on the courtyard wall and supported the tile eaves, using Qinggong to climb up step by step. He broke through the strange fog by holding his breath, and rushed straight into the cold night sky to shine with the full moon. Then, in the cold moon, a sword roared like a dragon roaring in the empty valley, and a comet pierced down from the sky like a comet striking the moon!
The huge corpse of the butcher shook slightly, and Fei Ying disappeared from the end of the alley.
Jiang Wen saw the ancient bronze sword in Jiang Wen's hand piercing the corpse, splattering out blood, poisonous juice and stench all over the ground. The corpse miasma seemed to be endless, until Jiang Wen hurriedly passed through the alley and stood back at the courtyard wall. This unknown corpse Then he suddenly fell to the ground.
The sword was so graceful and traceless that it shone brightly. After Jiang Wen finished using it, he realized that the tongueless man at the door had disappeared, as if he had suddenly disappeared into the cold air.
"Do you know where this is? This is an emergency alley."
Jiang Wen swiped away the dirty water on the sword, put it into its sheath, and said slowly, "If you don't hide when you see me, you deserve to die twice."
Jipi Alley is adjacent to Gong Alley and Tower Alley. The residents in the two places have already gone to sleep, and the lights are off. It is as if they have never heard any strange movements and dare not hear any sounds.
At this moment, the alley was full of malaria, emitting colorful evil shapes under the moonlight, and it was no longer suitable for further investigation. Jiang Wen found nothing but the house of the owner of Eryouzhai, so his trip was almost in vain.
"There's something wrong with Kitty Lane."
Jiang Wen slowly thought about the scene just now, "The butcher's appearance was such a coincidence, someone must have deliberately caused trouble..."
Thinking about it carefully, Jiang Wen found out a lot from going deep into the house of the owner of Eryouzhai. He could also tell two things through a simple psychological profile.
First of all, the steatite carvings on the roof ridge were commonly used in the Han Dynasty, but the owner of this family placed them on the roof where they are the most conspicuous and least noticeable. This shows that his character is tolerant and flamboyant, and he is dissatisfied with being in darkness and depression for a long time.
At the same time, Jiang Wenneng could tell that the other party seemed to believe in Buddhism and respect the Three Treasures. The Ming vessels and cultural relics collected from various places also deliberately retained Buddhist items.
Therefore, this admiration for Buddhism was externalized to this puzzling butcher who took the lead - Jiang Wen also roughly guessed that the butcher's correct name should be Zhushaluo.
Jin monk Faxian mentioned, "There is a country named Zhushashiluo. Zhushashiluo means truncated head in Chinese. When the Buddha was a Bodhisattva, he gave his head to people here, so it was named after it."
There are allusions in Buddhism about cutting off flesh to feed eagles, sacrificing one's body to feed tigers, and using one's eyes to give to others, all of which are to prove great compassion and enlightenment. However, this story of the Moonlight King cutting off heads to give to others has a hint of horror.
According to legend, the Moonlight King was the Buddha in his previous life. He was rich, charitable, and willing to give to others. One day, an evil person claimed that he had a headache and asked for his head to replace it.
After hearing the words, the Moonlight King immediately drew his sword. He tied his hair to a tree to straighten his neck. He picked up the sharp sword with his right hand and swung it hard, but it was not completely cut off due to pain. Then he swung it again and again, and blood continued to spurt out. Until it was completely severed and the headless king fell dead...
Therefore, the butcher at the door seemed mysterious and scary, but in fact Jiang Wen could sense the religious connotation in him.
The death method of cutting off the beheaded person and the identity of the butcher's knife in his hand are all Buddhism's Buddhist teachings that incarnate the retribution of evil, giving up external self-grasping, and urging people to do good as soon as possible and turn around and be safe.
But by using such cruel methods to persuade people to do good, Jiang Wen also understood that the other party was by no means a sane person. He had probably fallen into a deeper evil and only wanted to use more extreme methods to atone for the five evils. World.
"It's the White Lotus Sect again."
Jiang Wen raised his head and said suddenly.
What is false is true, and what is true is false. The actions of the White Lotus Sect are false but true, and they care about human life. If they were to do these things, it would be easy to solve them.
Jiang Wen further speculated that the other party must not know who he was. The purpose of making such a big noise this time was to scare away or lure him away. But no matter what the purpose is, the place they don't want to go to must be the most critical place for them!
I don't know why, but since they first met at Sanliting, Jiang Wen has always been able to sniff out clues about the White Lotus Sect, and he is even more familiar with their deliberate concealment of ghosts and ghosts.
He would never admit this. Some of his ideas and those of the White Lotus Sect could always be thought of together.
At least his good nine-year compulsory education prevented him from using these things to create terror and deceive people.
——After all, he has encountered the truly terrifying thing in the world more than once.
When Jiang Wen returned to the house of the owner of Eryouzhai again, the ancient corridor and courtyard were gloomy and dim, and the Buddhist hall and study were the same as before, but a faint blood filled the air, seemingly absent.
But this time Jiang Wen did not go up to the attic, but looked at an ancient well in the courtyard, thoughtfully.
"The tongueless man at the door can suddenly appear at the door and disappear from the door for a short time, indicating that there is an tunnel nearby..."
Jiang Wen approached the ancient well, stroking the rough and slippery edge, imagining the bucket cable rubbing against the stone wall countless times, sucking in the cold water from the dark spring.
A well is a place that penetrates the ground. The mouth of the well is so narrow that it is impossible for anyone to enter. But if some tricks are used in this well digging project, will it be easy...
Jiang Wen walked around the well and tapped the slate floor with the hilt of his sword. As expected, he noticed a strange sound under a piece of bluestone.
The thick stone slabs were moved, and a thicker miasma drifted out from them without any change. The strange mist seemed to transform into poisonous and ugly snakes, vipers and insects of all sizes, and poured out from the bottomless underground cave. come out.
Jiang Wen used the nameless power to run You Tanzhi's power, and used his own method to detoxify the poisonous energy, and even slowly restore the loss of the Nine Yang Divine Art by dissolving the poisonous substances of the miasma.
After jumping into the cave, Jiang Wen walked along the corridor that required bending to walk, and finally saw a cold purple candle burning in the distance.
From the moment he saw the candlelight, Jiang Wen discovered that his field of vision was paved from head to toe with large blue bricks, engraved with running deer, lotus and various patterns. Moving forward, there were brackets, false doors, and false windows, and several Imitation wood semicircular columns support the small, square space.
The fake bluestone door has been pushed open. On the door is a lifelike half-profile maid, wearing a Chinese bun and standing there leaning against the door with a smile on her face. She almost spoke as her eyes moved.
But there were no traces of living people in the place illuminated by the cold candle. There was only a huge faded red coffin, quietly placed on the coffin bed.
The coffin board that was forcibly pushed away could not block the view, and one could clearly see an ancient corpse with jade and silk robes, lying quietly in the silk quilt that had turned to brocade gray. The corpse was shriveled and not rotten, as if it was sleeping...
This house was actually built on the ground of an ancient tomb!
