"Mom..." someone said with a shiver.
From a pile of spider silk, a skinny corpse was revealed. The corpse was bald. He fell on the floor, and his body was sticky, as if covered with a layer of oil stains.
The other corpse was also thin and moist. The holes in its eyes and nose were filled with spider silk, and there was also a lot of stickiness in its mouth. It must have been very frightening before it died.
The third corpse was also cleared out. It was an old man wearing a Confucian hat and a long beard. He was sitting on a chair, with one hand stretched out towards the small table and submerged in the spider silk.
Cao Tianlong carefully burned away the spider silk along the hand of the third corpse.
That hand was placed on the other hand.
The other hand was also very thin, sticky and wet, but the knuckles were moving slightly.
Cao Tianlong tried to pull out the spider silk, but couldn't.
While crying, he burned away the spider silk around the man: "Dad, you have to hold on..."
Soon, a human figure was finally revealed. He was already very thin and had lost Cao Yuanzhi's previous look.
Cao Tianlong and his family wrapped Cao Yuanzhi in black cloth and lifted him up together. They found that he had become very light and choked up in his heart: "Send me home quickly..."
The house is only separated by one street.
A large pot of hot soup is ready.
Yunkong soaked his whole body in the medicinal soup. It took about half an hour before the tiny Ximu struggled to get out from under his skin and floated on the water of the medicinal soup one after another, gathering into a thick layer.
Cao Zhucheng was in a worse situation. After soaking his whole body in the medicinal soup, he also had a bunch of ximu, but his lower body had withered and became so thin that he had no strength to even stand.
There was a lot of noise outside, and the people inside were busy pouring the medicinal soup into the vat for Cao Yuanzhi to use.
They took a thin bamboo tube, found Cao Yuanzhi's mouth, let him breathe into his mouth, then soaked the whole person wrapped in thick spider webs into the medicinal soup, and then waited.
Yun Kong wiped himself dry and meditated aside, while looking at the anxious expressions of everyone in the Cao family.
He knew what they were worried about. What they were worried about was what Cao Yuanzhi would look like.
"The eldest young master of the Cao family..." Yun Kong's voice was very weak, but Cao Tianlong still turned around, "I believe that the other insects in Sifengzhai will not survive either..."
Cao Tianlong wiped away his tears: "What do you mean..."
"Let's burn it all before dawn."
Cao Tianlong was stunned and did not answer.
"Are there any other corpses in the drug store?"
"There are three..."
"Pindao suggests burning it."
Yun Kong emphasized again, "And before dawn..."
Cao Tianlong nodded feebly and looked at the medicinal soup his father was soaking, and there was a happy mother floating with only long threads attached.
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Long after Yun Kong left, the Cao family left behind a legend that a Taoist saved the Cao family.
The legend gradually changed, with many details added, and even Taoist priests said it was a strange person with the ability to summon ghosts and gods.
But that's not important.
Mr. Cao got married soon and had a little son. He was born just a few days ago, but Mr. Cao's wife kept feeling that her breasts were swollen and painful, and her milk was not coming out very well.
Network worker Cao remembered a secret recipe.
He went to the drug store and took out a dried spider, about the size of his thumb, wrapped it in flour mixed with water, burned it on fire for a while, then took out the spider, ground it into powder, and mixed it into a small glass of wine.
It's been so long since what happened back then, and these dry spiders have been used without any problems, so Cao's net worker is not worried.
"This is effective when you drink it."
He handed the drink to his wife.
The wife didn't know what it was and drank it.
The spring weather was warm and the weather was perfect. Cao's wife, a net worker, no longer had pains and her milk flow was smooth. She hugged the baby and went to enjoy the shade under a big tree.
The maid at home saw the young mistress sitting on a chair under the tree, humming a lullaby. Knowing that the young mistress was about to breastfeed, the maid kindly walked over and taught her some experience in raising children.
"Is the young lady okay?"
She struck up a conversation first.
Cao's wife smiled back and looked down at her baby.
At this sight, both women screamed at the same time.
The baby's mouth is still sucking, but there is a layer of white silk between the lips and nipple.
Cao's net worker's wife screamed loudly, stood up, and ran in panic outside the shade of the tree into the bright sunshine.
The maid stepped back and suddenly saw a whole piece of white silk rushing towards her like satin. She had no time to scream, she only had time to open her mouth, and the white silk had already entered her throat.
Under the sun, everything suddenly became full of life.
Red leaves lie on the roof, looking up at the clear night sky.
There is no moon in the sky, and the sky is filled with stars, shining quietly and peacefully.
The red leaves were facing the salty wind, enjoying a moment of freehand brushwork, humming a tune they heard in the market.
"The oriole is chirping... The oriole is chirping... The oriole is chirping... It is spending the cold winter in the treetops..."
The ancient roof tiles were pressed against her back. Time and wind and sand had made the roof tiles thick and black. Under the roof tiles, there was a person doing his daily meditation exercises.
She shouldn't disturb him.
The stars were very far away, so she fiddled with them with her little hands to get a little starlight.
The big town was so peaceful at night, and the densely packed roofs were as dark as solid waves.
Hongye suddenly became nervous.
Years of training had given her the nerves of a beast, and she knew there was something there.
She pretended to continue humming, her eyes searching everywhere, but the song was completely out of tune.
Finally, she saw it.
Three or four houses away, on the all-black roof, there was an unnatural bulge. She could see that it was a person who was bending very low.
The man was looking at her, perhaps sniffing the scent brought by the night breeze carefully.
Hongye was very unhappy. She sat up and stared at the man.
The man was startled, then calmed down. He raised his body slightly and turned his head to look in a certain direction.
After watching for a while, he jumped up without warning and easily jumped to another roof with unusual dexterity.
He didn't stop and took advantage of the opportunity to jump over another roof. In the blink of an eye, he was plunged into darkness.
Hongye knew that the man was looking at her just now. As soon as he realized that she had noticed, he ran away without a care. This made Hongye very unhappy and he was clearly looking down on her.
She shook her sleeves, raised her breath, and jumped up high into the air, looking down at the sea of rooftops in the darkness.
She saw a dark object passing through the darkness in the darkness, jumping over the rooftops and heading south.
Hongye turned around as she fell, landing straight in front of the man's path. When her feet landed on the tiles, she didn't make a sound. She smiled evilly, expecting the man to be startled.
Sure enough, the man rushed over and was startled as she expected, but he quickly turned around Hongye again.
Hongye was even more unhappy. Once she lost her temper, she would not let it go, so she raised her voice again, and her entire seven-year-old body was ejected, chasing the man's back.
She wanted to pester that person, she wanted to follow that person closely, chase him until he was convinced, chase him until he begged for mercy.
The man looked back and quickened his pace.
He was like a wild beast in the jungle, running on the roof without making any noise. His movements were like a mountain ape. Sometimes he would use his hands to help him fly, and he could easily make a 90-degree turn at any time.
And he wasn't even breathing.
Even Hongye was secretly surprised at this time, because her skills were based on the use of "qi", and that person was a natural expert.
No, disciples of Wu Sheng will not give up easily.
This pride, coupled with Hongye's awkward temperament, made her pursue him to the end.
So, under the starry sky, at night when even the cats were quiet, two figures were flying across the rooftops of the big town.
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Yunkong felt that his facial features were gradually coming back, and he began to feel the weight of his body again. The touch on his skin opened up inch by inch. The light of a fire as big as an oil lamp came into his eyes. The unique smell of straw in the room entered his nose. Although the windows and doors Even if it's on, it still can't drive away the stuffiness in the room.
Whenever he comes back from meditation, Yun Kong will always be reluctant to leave.
Yun Kong began to learn meditation when his parents died when he was four years old, and he started to learn Taoism from his master.
At the beginning, his mind was confused and his thoughts could not be concentrated as he wished. It was not until the fire disaster at Yinshan Temple at the age of thirteen that he truly learned to "keep one".
The so-called "keeping one" means to focus on a certain point or several points of the body.
