Wang Yu moved his gaze away from the skinny old monster and turned to look at the bronze mirror in the hand of the statue of King Qin Guang. At the same time, he felt doubtful.
If this mirror is really the evil mirror in the Netherworld Underworld, then such a piece is considered an extremely important treasure for the entire Netherworld Underworld. How could it be lost from the Netherworld Underworld and appear here again? Woolen cloth?
Moreover, the entire bronze mirror is full of cracks. How did these cracks appear?
Wang Yu looked away from the bronze mirror again and looked at his right hand. He felt the movement of the jade seal in his right hand and became more and more confused.
This jade seal is full of cracks, and the bronze mirror is also full of cracks. Moreover, after the jade seal came here, it became extremely restless. Is it because of that bronze mirror?
Wang Yu touched his chin, his mind was spinning rapidly, and he started thinking.
This jade seal, if he expected it to be true, escaped from the high-end combat power of the Spiritual Management Bureau when the Bureau of Spiritual Management launched a massive attack on the Spirit Realm dungeon, and the name of that dungeon was Netherworld Underworld!
The bronze mirror was also full of cracks, and Yuxi became very restless after arriving here.
So, is it possible that that bronze mirror also came from the copy called "Netherworld Underworld"?
Is it possible that, at that time, what left that copy was not only the jade seal, but also the bronze mirror.
It's just that after Yuxi left that copy, she came to the present world; and after that bronze mirror left that copy, she came to this copy!
Wang Yu looked up at the bronze mirror, then looked down at his right hand. Feeling the movement of the jade seal in his right hand, he felt that his guess was probably right!
After thinking for a while, he turned his head again, looked at the skinny old monster, and said: "I believe for the time being that this mirror is an evil mirror. So, what next? So what if it is an evil mirror? It's the story you want to tell me. , does it matter?"
"Yes!" The skinny old monster nodded, and then said: "This whole thing happened because of this evil mirror!"
"Back then, my master found this mirror in the woods..."
"Master? Your master? Who is it?" Wang Yu's habit of interrupting people resurfaced at this time.
As soon as the skinny old monster started speaking, Wang Yu couldn't wait to ask questions and interrupted his words.
"The old temple master of the Temple of the King of Hell is my master." The skinny old monster, in Wang Yu's memory, watched the whole process. He and the white-bearded old village chief knew that he was a guy who just liked to interrupt. Therefore, I didn't pay much attention to what he said, and just answered his question.
"What?" Wang Yu was shocked again. He pointed at the skinny old monster, then pointed at the door, and said in disbelief: "So, you, you monsters, and the owners of the mist outside, are That old temple blessing?"
"He's not dead? Did he instigate everything you did? Did he want to deal with the people in that village?"
The skinny old monster shook his head and said: "My master is dead. He was killed by those damn villagers! What I did was just to avenge him!"
"Killed? Revenge? Villagers in that village? How could they kill Laomiao Zhu? You live in this place and have no interest entanglements with them." Wang Yu felt more and more confused the more he listened, and now he was even more confused. Monk Zhang Er was confused.
"Listen to me slowly. You will understand naturally when I finish." The skinny old monster pointed out in secret that Wang Yu liked to interrupt people.
Wang Yu touched the tip of his nose awkwardly, raised his hand, and motioned for him to continue talking.
The skinny old monster continued: "Since my master picked up the evil mirror and figured out its purpose and usage, he used it to tell fortunes for people who came to the Temple of the King of Hell to offer incense."
"Because the evil mirror can see the memory of the person it shines on, my master can clearly see the past of others. No matter what others ask, he can answer fluently."
"It is precisely because of this that my master and this Yama Temple have become famous. There is an endless stream of people who deliberately come here to tell fortunes."
"It is precisely because of this that my master was targeted by the people in that village!"
"The village chief, that liar, was jealous of my master's ability. He took advantage of my master to go to the village to buy things and deceived him into the house."
"He imprisoned my master and tortured him severely, just to force him to find out from my master the reason why he has this ability!"
"My master is old and frail. He cannot withstand their torture, so he can only tell the truth. I hope that after I tell this secret, they can spare my life."
"In the end, what I never expected was that liar! That damn liar! He was full of lies. He clearly agreed to spare my master's life, but he didn't keep his word!"
"After knowing my master's secret, he directly sealed my master's mouth, and then took him to the open space in front of his own door!"
"There, he declared that my master is not a virtuous person at all, not even a human being."
"He said, the reason why my master knows everyone's past clearly is because he is a monster, a human-eating monster! He can absorb people's essence, and from everyone's essence, he knows what he wants. Everything you need to know!”
"He used his sharp tongue to confuse everyone and make them believe that my master is not a human being at all!"
"Just like that, my master was killed by them. His son chopped off my master's head with a knife!"
Wang Yu listened to the words of the skinny old monster, frowned, touched his chin, his mind was spinning rapidly, and he started thinking.
After a moment, he looked at the skinny old monster and asked, "I've finished listening to your story. Compared to that bad old man's, your version is more in line with my understanding of human nature."
"But, I still have a little question that I want to ask."
Wang Yu did not wait for the skinny old man to answer, and said to himself: "Fortune telling is a learned skill. You said that the villagers in that village, especially the bad old man, were eyeing your master's fortune teller. This level of ability is a bit unreasonable, right?"
"Who doesn't know that that kind of skill needs to be taught by someone, and you have to have understanding to learn it. I believe that your master will not think that he has this skill by using the evil mirror. , talk about it everywhere?"
The skinny old monster explained: "My master will naturally not talk about this matter everywhere."
"It's just that this Temple of the King of Hell has existed for a long time, and none of the previous temple ministers had the ability to tell people's fortunes."
"In addition, my master didn't have this ability before he picked up the Nie Jing. However, after picking up the Nie Jing, he suddenly had it, and his calculations are very accurate."
"This aroused the suspicion of the old liar and his son!"
Wang Yu thought along this line of thought and nodded silently.
Indeed, after all, fortune-telling is a skill that cannot be acquired casually.
If Lao Miao Zhu didn't show this ability before, but suddenly he showed it, and his calculations were very accurate, then it would really arouse people's suspicion.
Moreover, even if those doubters don't know that Laomiao Zhu has such a treasure, they will think that such an old thing can learn it in such a short time, and maybe they can do it too!
In this way, the white-bearded old village chief and his family indeed kidnapped the old Miao Zhu and forced him to find out the reason and motivation for this secret.
only……
Wang Yu looked at the skinny old monster again and asked again: "How do you know these things? And, knowing so clearly, you shouldn't be at the scene, right?"
"If you were at the scene, with your ability, you should be able to save Old Miao Zhu, right?"
"So, you weren't there, but you could speak so categorically, as if you saw it with your own eyes. Who told you this? Or is this your own imagination?"
The skinny old monster glanced at Wang Yu and said calmly: "I can read the memory. What I read is the memory of that old liar."
