Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 128 Don't Ask, The Author Doesn't Know What He's Writing (3.2k)

[He goes up. 】

[I saw it, I'm not blind. 】

【I said, he went up. 】

【I said, I saw it, I'm not blind. 】

[Hahaha, dead bald donkey. 】

[Hahaha, Taoist dog. 】

……

Lin Feng climbed up to step 27, stood on the altar representing heaven, and saw the modern notebook just now.

To be honest, he had a feeling of "it turned out to be so", "it really is so".

Lin Feng reached out and touched the black leather notebook, which was obviously a modern product.

This notebook is about a few years old. After all, this kind of retro leather notebook is rarely produced now.

On this notebook, there are also a few large characters [Guanshan Kiln Cultural Festival], which should be a gift.

【Guanshan Kiln Cultural Festival】?
Lin Feng memorized these big characters.

Remove the pen on it and open the notebook.

When the Taoist monk appeared, behind him, the headless Taoist did not show any abnormalities. At this moment, his copper mace was pointing at the notebook.

Or, under the notebook?

It turned out that his destination was here.

Lin Feng thought.

After opening the notebook, Lin Feng felt a little cold in his blood.

Because at first glance, he saw a familiar name.

Simplified characters.

compile.

It's blue pen ink, iron hook and silver stroke, penetrating through the back of the paper.

Someone left a message for him in this notebook.

[Hello, editor:
By the time you read this letter, I have probably already left here to explore the next place.

The last meeting was really hasty, I have a thousand words but I can't mention it, so I have to leave a message here, I don't know if this message can be seen by you, if I do, I feel at ease.

I have already left the details. Next time, the place I will go to may be the seaside, maybe the middle of Shu, or go back to Suzhou again.

But it will definitely not be the Western Regions.

The trip to the Western Regions was extremely dangerous. There, I saw one of the scariest things in my life. The companions who went with me were out of ten. Even I was lucky enough to survive. .

Moreover, when I went to the Western Regions, my many doubts were not resolved, but many troubles arose instead.

Coming here, I also lost a lot of manpower and need to recuperate.

In the hands of a good friend who is a collector in Yancheng, I got a real treasure from him. It is a palace document sold cheaply by eunuchs and court ladies after the fall of the Qing Dynasty.

In the documents, I found that during the Xianfeng period, in the Tian//tan. of the Forbidden City, there was once a grand sacrifice that was not recorded in the annals of history. Its scale was not inferior to the Spring and Autumn Festival. Such a sacrifice should be written Into the history, it was hidden, there must be a reason.

Out of curiosity, I investigated deeply and got some interesting information - before that year, someone had transported many sacrifices to the palace from the royal spring water channel.

I asked several good friends, and finally saw some other records in the hands of a foreign collector. It said that at that time, there were indeed a large number of boys, high-skilled, Taoist priests, who thought that the emperor was celebrating his birthday. For the sake of the name, he was conscripted into the Forbidden City and stayed there for half a year.

Maybe longer.

They probably held a big ceremony in the capital. As for the effect, I don't know, but fortunately, I still have some face in the academic world, so I gave up my face and got some information.

I have to say that luck is an extremely important treasure. I found out about an unusual transfer in Xiangxi, and soon, I discovered a wonderful thing.

That is, this unusual transfer in Xiangxi and the grand ceremony in the Forbidden City happened at the same time. When I was investigating deeply, the kind of thing that made my hair stand on end and horrified me happened again.

I discovered something even more frightening, and I don't understand what happened until now.

It's the same as some unspeakable ones I saw in the Western Regions.

From the information I saw, he shouldn't have existed.

Because soon, I discovered through various researches that none of the famous Taoist priests in this period of history disappeared.

Every high-gong Taoist priest has a name and inheritance, and it is extremely difficult to train a high-gong Taoist priest.Not to mention, those materials are not too far away from our era after all, if you want, you still have the original first-hand materials.

If they were much less at the same time, I'd find a hole in it.

After all, even if there is a will—let's call it the emperor's will for the time being—to erase something, there will be inconsistent information, unfortunately, the same as I found last time.

To put it simply, some of the information I got is true or false.

It's true because it happened, and it's false because it didn't happen.

After all, if it is true that so many Taoist priests entered the capital at the same time, there will still be information left, but I found in some other information that there are several Taoist priests, that is, Taoist priests who should have stayed in the Forbidden City , appeared in some of their local activities.

There are also some Taoist priests, Taoist priests in the Forbidden City, but no one has been found.

How ridiculous!

Very contradictory, isn't it, I am also very contradictory.

When I first encountered such a thing, I thought I was crazy, but in the end I found that I was not crazy, it was the world that was crazy.

Even better, I found this place, and found that I guessed right. During the Xianfeng period, there were indeed two big funerals, which appeared in the heart of the empire and the border of the empire at the same time. I even found some letters to support it.

The "Yin and Yang Dajiao" that has never been heard or seen before.

The big Jiao in the Forbidden City is called the Jiao of the Most Yang, and the big Jiao here in western Hunan is called the Jiao of the Most Yin.

How ridiculous.

Although I am a teacher, I have also read through the Daoist Canon. I have never heard of or seen this great ceremony!

The way forward is broken, no matter who you are, if you are really what these people are waiting for, then don't go forward, there is no way ahead, listen to me, just leave.

Also, Zhuan, I will try my best to remember your name, although I also know that I have forgotten too many things, and some things, even if they are recorded in words or engraved in flesh and blood, will still be forgotten.

I can't fight history, I can only do my best to seek truth and knowledge.

Compilation, please seal this thing.

If you leave alive, if you still hear from me outside, please come to me.

I'm very lonely.

—I don’t know the year and month, Xun Yanyu]

Lin Feng looked at the signature, feeling a little numb.

The surname Xun is very rare, and Lin Feng is also very familiar with this word, which is very similar to the text on the notebook picture he compressed from the USB flash drive.

In other words, this Xun Yanyu is very likely to be Professor Han's teacher, Xu Nian's teacher, Teacher Xun.

In this case.

This person, he really found some secrets, and judging from his letters, he has investigated a lot.

But, in a hurry?
Lin Feng was numb.

When will he meet Teacher Xun in a hurry.

Isn't this teasing him?

If you don't understand, you don't want to.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng moved his notebook away.

Saw something below.

It wasn't until he saw this that Lin Feng understood what the meaning of his journey ahead was.

A deep crack, one finger wide, appeared in front of him. In this finger-wide crack, there were strange colors, and even stranger smells wafted out continuously from inside.

The smell of incense ash, the smell of soot, and some smells that Lin Feng couldn't understand - he had never smelled it before, so he couldn't find an adjective to match it.

Above this crack, several talismans are missing.

How many talismans are missing?
Lin Feng looked back, and realized that the talisman might be in the hands of the leather jacket corpse?

How did this talisman disappear?
Before he could think, Lin Feng heard a strange sound in this deep "tunnel".

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Lin Feng was a little fascinated, [Jianxin Tongming] Lin Feng scratched for a moment, wishing to scratch his back, [Unyielding] The warning sign made Lin Feng's head explode.

But it didn't work.

The moment he heard the sound, Lin Feng walked towards the front involuntarily, until a dull and ugly bell sounded, and Lin Feng woke up in a cold sweat.

Just when he turned his head in doubt, he felt light on his body. When he turned his head, he saw the headless Taoist standing strangely on the side, holding a bell in his hand, walking into the crack constantly shaking .

Before Lin Feng could make a sound, he got into the gap.

Clean and neat, not at all sloppy.

Lin Feng thought he would say "Zian" and "Zian" affectionately.

As a result nothing happened.

Then, he saw the crack start to shrink, and then, several leather jackets came up from behind, holding talismans in their hands, and were about to press it on it.

"Uh?"

Lin Feng turned his head and saw the leather jacket that had been dead for a long time just now, and hurriedly ran up from underneath.

It's not just that he can't understand.

Those leather jackets also couldn't understand the existence of Lin Feng, a strange face.

They looked at Lin Feng who "appeared suddenly" here with some surprise.

"Whose buddy are you? Why are you here? You still have an iron chain in your hand? Go ahead, this time the idea is difficult, and I don't know what Teacher Xun thinks, bringing a young man like you to 'catch the lama'.

Is this really not afraid of your death?
What about your adults? "

they asked.

Lin Feng was speechless.

He was really speechless.

His brain is a little out of order.

When he came over, he really saw them rushing outside, dead for some time, but now, they are standing in front of him alive, wanting to stick a talisman on the place in front of him.

Weird, weird.

Just when he felt outrageous, behind them, a person rushed up, holding a notebook in his hand, and shouted: "Hurry up, don't dawdle."

Lin Feng felt that the notebook in his hand looked familiar.

It was very similar to what he saw just now, the notebook on the altar, he turned his head, and the notebook was gone.

Xun Yanyu, who was wearing a navy blue zsf, also saw Lin Feng, and at the first glance, he knew that there would be no such person in his "clamping lama" team.

He kept in mind every person who caught a lama, and he was not familiar with this person at all.

Also at this time.

Behind the altar, came a voice that Lin Feng was familiar with.

"Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell."

In the hoarse voice, someone was softly calling his name.

"Compile".

"Compile".

"Compile".

　Just kidding, how could the author not know what he was writing about!The author here refers to Teacher Xun
　　
　
(End of this chapter)