Volume 3: The Sword That Shines on the Demon Clan Chapter 77: Low-level Fighting Evil Spirits
He trembled as he spoke this somewhat absurd conclusion. But Sun Qingshi did not laugh. He said in a deep voice that the construction of the ancestral house in this village must have been instructed by an expert. The whole village is slightly tilted at both ends, flat at the bottom and concave at the top, just like a coffin. Coffin, coffin, promotion and wealth, so the fortune of your village must be prosperous. But there is a prerequisite, the coffin door must be wide open, and the coffin cannot be closed. Once the coffin is closed, within a few days, this good situation will instantly turn into a bad situation where the family is broken and people die. And that house is right on the coffin lid. This monster actually knows how to use the Feng Shui situation to slowly move the coffin lid. Judging from the situation, I am afraid that the coffin lid will be completely closed today, and everyone in your village will die suddenly, and they cannot escape this disaster even if they run to the ends of the earth.
Yu Guilin was shocked when she heard this, and she knelt on the ground with tears and snot, begging the living god to save the whole village.
Although Sun Qingshi understood that this monster could make such a commotion, he was not sure he could subdue it. He was afraid that he would have to call on the full power of Qingquan Temple and set up a demon-subduing formation to resolve it. However, as the coffin lid was about to be closed, he had no time to ask for help. If he stood by and watched, it would be against his own conscience. He could only sigh, take out a sound transmission talisman, leave some instructions for his master, burn it in mid-air, and then lead Yu Guilin down the mountain.
But as soon as he stepped into Yujia Village, Yu Guilin staggered a few steps and fell to the ground twitching. Sun Qingshi understood that Yu Guilin's fortune had long been connected with Yujia Village, and Yujia Village happened to be undergoing a major change. He, a mere mortal, could not stand the rush of evil spirit, so he fainted on the ground. If he could resolve the disaster of Yujia Village, Yu Guilin would naturally be fine, otherwise, he would be dead sooner or later.
He walked towards the haunted house without stopping, but he saw that the doors of every house in Yujia Village were closed. He didn't know . It was miserable and terrifying.
This scene, which seemed extremely terrifying to ordinary people, made Sun Qingshi, who had a strong sense of justice, furious. He took out an Eight Trigrams Demon-Suppressing Mirror, hung five copper coins strung together with a red thread around his waist, took a few quick steps to the haunted house, and kicked open the door.
Black smoke instantly rushed out of the door, and the area of several meters around turned into darkness in an instant. The sound was many times more gloomy and cold than when Yu Sanduo came to investigate a few days ago. Faintly, one could see that the room was filled with smoke and there were cries of miserable pain, as if hundreds of ghosts were crying together.
Sun Qingshi pinched the Taoist magic formula with his hands, and the magic mirror in his palm, which was an unknown weapon, instantly emitted golden light, and the black fog that was blowing in his face dispersed. He knew that this was a life-and-death situation, and it was too late to retreat. If his mind wavered, he would die. So he shouted and stepped into the door.
Almost at the moment he stepped into the room, the door suddenly slammed shut with a bang as if blown by a strong wind, and the haunted house was instantly plunged into darkness.
The Bagua mirror illuminated the surrounding area, dispelling the black fog and revealing the full view of the room. In front of the shrine in the middle of the room, there was a wooden table. On the plate that was originally used to offer three animals , there were several heads neatly stacked. The blood was still wet, and when the magic mirror was illuminated, they groaned in pain and weakness.
Sun Qingshi took a breath of cold air and was about to see what kind of evil demon was enshrined in the shrine. However, when the Eight Diagrams Demon-Suppressing Mirror shone on the shrine, the golden light suddenly turned into a miserable green. Under this light, even the kind-looking deity in the shrine instantly became extremely weird.
The whole room instantly became gloomy and creepy in the bleak green light.
Sun Qingshi was shocked. This Eight Trigrams Demon-Suppressing Mirror was one of the most valuable treasures in Qingquan Temple. Yet, it had undergone such a strange change. Could it be that this demon, which had not yet appeared, was so powerful?
Before he could finish this thought, he heard the magic mirror suddenly clang, and Sun Qingshi's hand shook. He was startled and picked up the magic mirror. He saw five scratches on the mirror, as if something had used sharp claws to scratch the magic weapon in an instant. But he didn't see anything, and didn't sense anything.
The wind outside was getting stronger and stronger, like a storm was coming. Sun Qingshi felt a chill in his heart. He had never heard of the magical powers of this ghost. He was afraid that he would die here today.
But thinking of this, he was filled with righteousness and shouted, "Which monster is causing trouble here? Even if you are rampant today, you will be destroyed by the mighty Taoist sooner or later."
Perhaps this shout angered the ghosts in the haunted house. In an instant, black shadows flashed, and all of them were ghosts with their heads lowered and wearing gray murder clothes.
For a moment, there was a chilly wind and cries. The evil spirits raised their heads, but for some reason their eyes seemed to have been dug out, leaving only two red holes with two lines of blood dripping down, which was shocking.
Sun Qingshi's heart was already numb. He made a gesture with his left hand and clapped his right hand. The five copper coins on his waist instantly scattered in the air and flew around him. At the same time, a circle of fire ignited around him out of thin air, making a crackling sound and emitting hot steam.
Ghosts like darkness and hate light and heat. The raging fire ignited by the Taoist method is exactly what ghosts are afflicted with.
As soon as the fire circle appeared, the evil spirits around them took a step back in fear. But they still refused to leave, and their cries became louder.
Amidst the crying, there was a "click, click" sound, like the sound of someone tapping on a wooden board with fingernails in a regular pattern.
Sun Qingshi was startled, and recognized the sound coming from the shrine beside him! He knew that he was distracted by the ghosts around him, but he relaxed his vigilance towards the shrine beside him.
Fortunately, he still had the True Fire to protect him, so he could still maneuver around. With this in mind, he turned his head and looked. He saw a shockingly pale hand reaching out from the shrine!
The five fingers of that hand were extremely long, with hook-like nails, and half of the long sleeves as red as the robes worn by actors were exposed at the wrist. It suddenly stretched out with a biting cold wind, and Sun Qingshi had no time to react. The ghost hand actually pierced through the Taoist true fire and grabbed Sun Qingshi's neck. Wherever the cold wind passed, Sun Qingshi's protective true fire was extinguished. At the moment the true fire was extinguished, he was horrified to see that the shrine was actually a bright red upright coffin!
At this point, the entire haunted house returned to darkness, leaving only the cries of the evil spirit.
"Hmph! Uncle, you tell the story so vividly, as if you saw it with your own eyes." Murong Aotian sneered, implying that the middle-aged man made up the ghost story.
The middle-aged man turned his head and glanced at Murong Aotian calmly and said, "Do you know that there is a technique of keeping pictures, which can copy everything you see with your eyes through the magic talisman and transmit it to other people? Although Sun Qingshi is dead, his experience before his death has been passed on to the headmaster of Qingquan Temple through the Taoist secret technique. The headmaster saw the situation that day and took a breath of cold air. He thought to himself that even he was far from being an opponent of such an evil spirit. That's why he turned to the high and mighty Taixu Taoist Sect, one of the Hundred Sects of Tianyun, for help. However, when the masters of Taixu Taoist Sect arrived at Yujia Village, they saw that the once lush Yujia Village had turned into a dead land, and the haunted house had long disappeared. According to the legend of Taoist masters, the haunted house was called the Thousand Corpse House. It was originally a coffin made of ten thousand year old wood, which was used by evil spirits to practice and kill people. The haunted house is the coffin, which is the large coffin outside the coffin, and the shrine that Sun Qingshi saw is the real coffin used by the evil spirits to practice."
As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, the three people's eyes were all directed to the shrine. They saw that the shrine was nailed to the wall with a wooden board. The kind-looking deity on it seemed to have an extra layer of weirdness under the background of the story just now.
