However, that gentleman could only see that he would die suddenly in a short life...
Because there was nothing else to see, and there were too many dead people, this matter was passed down from the mouth of the gentleman, and it was passed down to ten people.
It wasn't until the news reached Jiang Pan's ears and Jiang Pan found him again that they prepared to deal with the person who stole his life.
After a short pause, Liao Cheng continued: "After destroying a Taoist temple and adding a Taoist temple, the man seemed to have calmed down a bit, but people were still dying around him. Without exception, they were all Taoist priests and gentlemen."
Liao Cheng continued: "For those of us who have more energy than ordinary people, he will choose us. If we are ordinary people, the effect will be very little."
I nodded, but then I thought about the time when part of my life was stolen, and I felt even more frightened and shuddered.
After hurried on, Liao Cheng didn't say much.
He kept lowering his head, spreading his fingers, and looking at his palms.
I paid more attention. Liao Cheng was not in a trance, but looked at him carefully. His appearance was the same as when I met him.
Maybe he noticed me, Liao Cheng raised his head slightly, and I immediately withdrew my gaze and looked away.
Liao Cheng's onmyoji is special, and I have never seen his magic weapon.
At least the gentlemen I see today all use compasses or have divination tools.
It's impossible that he doesn't exist, he could only be hiding somewhere where I can't see him.
From this we can judge that Liao Cheng is an extremely careful person.
Jiang Pan was relatively quiet while driving. He didn't talk much, as if he was thinking about something.
Lao Huang walked very smoothly, and my heart calmed down a lot, but I thought of He Zhi and Dunkong.
It has been more than twenty days since I left home, and I still don’t know the condition of their mother and son.
With Xu Fu's Travel Notes, should Dunkong lose his soul less often?
I had a lot of thoughts for a while, but I felt a little disappointed. I even wanted to go back to Tang Town right away...
It’s just that I’m also very sober. I can’t go back now. There are too many things waiting for me to do.
If I can't do it, Dunkong's illness cannot be cured and his life is in danger.
My destiny cannot be solved, and I am sad about my old age.
And Jiang Pan, I can't let him become a single slave...
I kept taking deep breaths to keep my mind calm.
The journey was not short, and it took us nearly two days to arrive outside a county town.
Jiang Pan told me that the latest news of the death of a Feng Shui master came from Longjia County.
In fact, I arrived at Honghe not long after they received the news. Counting now, it has been five days since this incident happened.
It was almost noon when we entered the county town, and the sun was high.
The city is noisy and there are many vendors on both sides of the road.
Jiang Pan and Liao Cheng were fine, it was normal for them to drive the carriage.
On the other hand, I was riding a big ox, which attracted a lot of attention.
Lao Huang snorted and flicked his tail behind his back casually.
I originally thought that I needed to find a local snake to lead the way, but I didn't expect that Jiang Pan seemed to know the direction and drove the carriage straight forward.
After walking for almost a quarter of an hour, he began to change direction and entered a slightly empty road.
There are more residential buildings here and almost no vendors.
After crossing this road, we arrived at a quieter path.
There are fewer houses on both sides of the trail. In the center, there is an old gate. The wooden door is broken and the paint is peeling off, and the ground is shiny from being stepped on.
The plaque on the door reads: "Water Dragon Temple."
Jiang Pan and Liao Cheng got off the carriage from both sides, and I got off Lao Huang's back.
"Brother Jiang, have you been here?" I asked.
"Mr. Long from Shuilong Temple is a master of Yin Shu who is extremely skilled in Feng Shui. He once listened to the teacher's lectures. I have talked with him and also been here as a guest."
"He lives in Panjiang River and is good at observing water." Jiang Pan looked complicated and sighed sentimentally in his eyes.
Liao Cheng was obviously much calmer. He said in a deep voice: "If we don't find that person quickly, he will kill others. It's useless for Brother Jiang to be sad. Let's go." With that, Liao Cheng directly opened the door.
We followed in succession.
The Water Dragon Temple is not big. There is a small hall in the center, with a clay sculpture enshrined in the back, three-story candlesticks on both sides, a short wooden table in front, and two futons sitting opposite each other.
The courtyard is a little cramped, with a narrow path leading directly to the small hall.
On the left and right are two long pools, in which there are many carps, some dark, some orange, or red and white.
Behind the pool are the corridors and houses.
The feng shui here is obviously very good, and it is an extremely transparent Yangzhai.
The result is a dead and gloomy feeling, a bit breathless.
I raised my head and looked at the sky. The sunshine, which had begun to shine brightly, now became gloomy and gloomy.
"The aura of death is too strong. Death of an ordinary person would not be so painful. The body is still here."
"There will be a lot of clues." Liao Cheng suddenly said.
The three of us have already entered the small hall.
Jiang Pan picked up a book from the table. I glanced at it and it read: "Six Phases of Water Dragon."
This book is very thick, I guess it is Mr. Long’s secret technique.
In the normal world of Feng Shui, killing people requires getting treasures, but this life-stealer only took his life...
There are two doors in the east and west directions of the small hall, and I was about to enter one of them.
Just now, Liao Cheng said that the body was still there, which made me slightly frightened. He didn't look at the compass, and neither of us looked at it. How did we judge?
The place is small, so I don’t need to use a compass.
At this moment, Liao Cheng walked to the opposite room and whispered: "Here."
Jiang Pan put down the book, nodded to me, and followed Liao Cheng over.
I followed.
Liao Cheng raised his hand and pushed open the door. When the door opened and closed, it made a squeaking sound, like a person coughing.
The room was even tighter and darker, with even some faint green light shining through.
I feel like there is a painful and struggling eye staring directly at us!
The next moment, my eyes got used to the darkness.
What made my eyelids twitch wildly was that there was a coffin in the room...
The coffin was pitch black, but the lid was on the ground. A skinny, even shriveled mummy without any flesh and blood stood upright inside the coffin...
The mummy's eyes were wide open, but the eyes were completely withered and sunken.
The open mouth is extremely deep, as if seeing flesh and blood, you want to swallow it!
"So much resentment..."
I raised my hand, and the hair on the back of my hand stood up completely...
"It should be the coffin and the spiritual tablet sent by the believers in the temple... Mr. Long died in a very painful way, and there was something sneaky inside the body..."
Liao Cheng murmured. He walked to the coffin and looked at the mummy from an extremely close distance.
I frowned slightly and said, "Isn't it because he was too resentful and faked his body? Is there something else up his sleeve?!"
Liao Cheng didn't look back. He reached into the mouth of the mummy and inserted a finger, as if he was looking for something.
At the same time, he said: "Unless the person whose life has been stolen has an extremely strong mind, he will have already disappeared in the pain or been sucked dry. It is extremely difficult to fake the corpse."
"Those villains will also have backup plans. They will not leave a ghost or corpse with an extremely miserable appearance to settle accounts with them."
I was horrified, and I suddenly understood that if a person dies without his soul, then the person who steals his life will also have his soul destroyed!
I couldn't hold it back and said in an ugly voice: "What a poisonous heart!"
At this moment, Jiang Pan suddenly stepped forward. What he was staring at was the arm of the mummy.
I walked a few steps inside and looked over.
Suddenly, a lot of sweat broke out on my back.
