"Yunkong, don't be lucky, otherwise the essence will be sucked away by it faster."
"It's...Master..."
The master moved the voodoo close to the mirror. The voodoo was attracted by the bronze mirror and clung to the mirror surface, unwilling to leave.
Yun Kong carefully held the mirror in his hand and waited for Po Lu to remove the poison for him.
After a while, there were three light spots on the mirror.
"Fortunately, it hasn't gotten into the flesh yet, otherwise it wouldn't be able to be taken out." Polu breathed a sigh of relief.
Yun Kong still felt waves of burning heat on his back. Po Lu used his fingers to scrape off some tartar from the edges of his teeth, dipped some saliva in it, and smeared it on the small hole where Yun Kong had been bitten by the poison.
"Master, have you seen your senior brother?"
"He passed out."
"What should we do?"
"Actually, it's better. Yankong's Qi is very weak, and now he's passed out. In this way, Gu probably won't bother him." After all, Yankong spent 70% of his energy to save Su Qingzi's life, and it turned out to be too much. Reluctantly.
"I see...but why is Master here?"
Under the light of the three Gu, Yun Kong saw a hint of anger between his master's brows: "Because, I'm angry."
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Of course, their master and disciple did not arrange to meet in this dungeon.
Two years ago, Polu saw the beautiful scenery here, so he built a thatched hut in the mountains to practice cultivation.
One day, while he was watering vegetables outside his house, he saw a man hiding in the mountains and forests, which made him very suspicious.
The man had a rough appearance, but he was dressed very cleanly and had his hair neatly styled.
When he saw Shao Lu looking at him suspiciously, he stopped hiding and staggered forward and asked: "Old sir, I wonder if you can give me some food... I've been hungry for many days..."
"Okay, but I only have fruits and vegetables."
"Anything is fine, please..."
Polu went to the vegetable garden and picked some cucumbers for him, and the man chewed them carefully, moving very carefully.
"You're not lost, are you?"
"No... I'm not lost." That's right. This mountain forest is not big and there is no way to get lost.
Brochure didn't ask any more questions and let him eat slowly. He returned to the house and soon brought out two bowls of hot soup.
"Here, drink it, it's for my energy."
"Thank you, old sir."
Po Lu lowered his head and drank his health soup. He glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a small bag hanging on the man's waist.
The small sac is dark, but it emits a faint light...
Brochu's expression suddenly changed.
"Young man," Po Lu said sternly, "Who has offended you, and you want to retaliate in such a cruel way?"
The man was startled, staring blankly at the ragged shoes.
"Did you know that those who raise poisons will eventually die tragically?"
The man hesitated for a while, put down the soup bowl, stood up and wanted to leave: "Old sir... I take my leave..."
"Shut up! You are still young. What hatred do you have?"
The man was very honest and didn't know how to make up lies. After being scolded by Brochu, he didn't know what to do for a moment. He could only stamp his feet in excitement on the spot, and tears suddenly filled his eyes.
He squatted on the ground, twitching all over his body. After enduring it for a long time, he finally burst out and burst into tears.
This time, Polu started to pity him.
"Cry, tell me what happened after you finish crying, and see what Pindao can do to help."
The man told his story in detail.
His surname was Mo, and people called him Uncle Mo. He married a girl when he was nearly forty years old and soon became pregnant with a child.
The problem is that the child was born on May 5th, which is commonly known as the poisonous moon and the poisonous sun. The poison was added to the poison... Not only did the old mother die suddenly and the wife died in childbirth, the ominous child was also beaten to death by the wealthy Ling family, and the youngest daughter was also robbed. Walk……
"Not only that, my piece of farmland was also taken away, leaving me with no way to complain..."
Po Lu was unmoved and just looked at him.
"There is no justice in the world that can help me. I can only find a way on my own..."
"You think so..."
"Taoist Master, don't stop me. I have decided to take revenge and kill myself to thank those insects that died because of my poison..."
"You mean the Ling family, right?"
"yes……"
"How about this? You stay here first and don't rush to seek revenge. I'll go and inquire first."
"inquire about?"
"If you insist on taking revenge, it doesn't matter when you take revenge, right?"
"..."
"If you want your daughter back, why not let me inquire first and then make a decision?"
"No need to worry, Taoist Priest, this is my business alone."
"That's wrong! If you want to use Gu, it's not just a matter of one person!"
"This is the grudge between the Ling family and me, and...my son who killed his family..."
"About your son," Polu said solemnly, "you are wrong."
"wrong?"
"Do you know the book "Historical Records"? It says that Lord Mengchang, one of the Four Gentlemen of the Warring States Period, was born on the Dragon Boat Festival, as well as the great sage Hu Guang of the Han Dynasty, the great general Wang Feng, and the Book of Filial Sons in the Biography of Filial Sons. Mai and so on, they were all born on May 5th."
"These people are..."
"These people are all famous ancients. Not only did they not kill their families, they also honored their ancestors."
"..."
"It can be seen that children born on the Dragon Boat Festival are no different from ordinary people. It's just that you were unlucky and met the Ling family."
Second Uncle Mo remained silent and lowered his head silently, but the heavy feeling in his heart had been relieved a lot...
"It seems that many people around you keep Gu?"
"It's quite a lot..."
"What do they use Gu for?"
"Fertile fields... put Gu when planting, and the fields will have a good harvest."
"But once you offend the poison, you will die badly."
"I...I know..." As he spoke, Uncle Mo suddenly raised his head in panic, "Taoist Master, you have to be careful... The Ling family master is very good at raising voodoos. He has raised many, many..."
"a lot of?"
"It's really a lot."
Po Lu then began to think deeply.
The Gu will absorb the master's energy, but only a little energy is needed to survive. However, if there are many Gu, wouldn't the person wither?
"It turns out to be a big Gu farmer, let me go and meet him for a while."
As a result, Uncle Mo insisted on following, so Polu dressed him up as a follower.
What happened next was exactly the same.
First, a timid servant answered the door, and then he said he was the "man in charge" and invited him in, and then brought sesame seeds...
The difference was that the young master of the Ling family did not appear.
"We were about to eat cakes when we saw many people standing at the door. They all looked like manipulated dolls..."
"So," Yun Kong said, "the appearance of the young master of the Ling family was an accident?"
Yun Kong also told the master what happened.
Po Lu and Uncle Mo were also chased, but instead of being attacked by poisonous insects, they were chased and forced here by people who looked like the living dead.
"Where's Uncle Mo?"
"He's here too," Po Lu raised his hand and said, "I'm taking care of Yan Kong."
"Why...why are we imprisoned here?"
In the dark dungeon, I couldn't figure out how big it was, let alone what time it was outside.
After being in the dark for too long, your sense of time can become confused.
Yun Kong felt that his ears were very uncomfortable, and waves of annoying ringing sounds echoed in his ears.
One or two sparks flashed in the darkness. It turned out that the broken shoes had been set on fire with flint.
Ragged Shoe tore off a piece of cloth from his clothes, which served as an introduction to the shrewd lighting.
Only now did the outline of the dungeon gradually become apparent, and as the firelight intensified, the surrounding scenery quietly came into view.
It turns out there are other people here!
Those who were leaning on, lying on, or crouching down looked sallow and thin, lying on the ground like shriveled cotton. A rough count, at least there are more than ten people!
"Yunkong, find something to light a fire!"
After hearing the master's instructions, Yun Kong hurriedly handed over the white cloth that accompanied him every day. The eight characters on the cloth were: "Divination and fortune telling, rare and difficult diseases."
"Disciple, how can you burn your livelihood tools?"
"Yes, there is also a fire torch..." He hurriedly rummaged through the bag.
Yun Kong felt very uneasy when he saw that there were many people in the dungeon.
Those people were motionless and didn't react to the fire. They didn't look like dead people. Dead people looked like dead people, which Yun Kong was familiar with.
He worried that they would become like those people, half-dead, because he knew very well that there was not much dry food left on them.
These people had obviously been imprisoned for many days, maybe they were lured in using the same method?
"Yunkong, do you have any good plans?"
"No...no..."
