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Chapter 256 Red Master
I read the information seriously, and gradually learned more and more about the Curse-Free Path.

The one that concerns me the most is the so-called soul pollution.

The rest is secondary.

I glanced at Zhang Sanfen and said, "Boss, does this earthquake have anything to do with the soul pollution deep in the Uncursed Road?"

Zhang Sanfen shook his head.

I asked again: "Boss, what exactly is soul pollution?"

Zhang Sanfen replied this time: "A higher level of resentment!"

Actually, I didn't expect my boss to answer my question, because it was recorded in the data that even the Secret Bureau didn't know what the so-called soul pollution was.

But the boss answered.

Zhang Sanfen said: "Actually, this statement is just speculation and there is no proof."

"But since ancient times, the only thing that can pollute the soul is resentment."

"Furthermore, the Secret Bureau has investigated the eighteen levels of hell. The closer you are to the depths of the Uncursed Road, the more serious the soul pollution is. This is also in line with the principle of the spread of resentment."

"In other words, resentment itself is the product of soul pollution and dilution."

I frowned and said, "Isn't resentment generated by humans? Why is there so much resentment in the underground world?"

Zhang Sanfen said softly: "Ask me, who should I ask?"

"The deepest part of the Uncursed Road is itself a mystery to Middle-earth. If the Age of Ending had not come and the conflict between us and Fengdu was getting bigger and bigger, who would care about what is in the underground world..."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly slammed on the brakes.

I paused and immediately put my hand on the handle of the Demon-Slaying Thorn.

But the wolf spirit behind him shouted: "Red-robed master! Red-robed master!"

I turned around and looked, and sure enough I found a corpse lying on the snow on the side of the road. The corpse was wearing a red robe, with one arm exposed outside the robe, and holding a dark iron rod in its hand.

Zhang Sanfen said quickly: "It's the red-robed master from Daxue Mountain!"

He got out of the car, walked quickly towards the body, checked it a little, and said in surprise: "It's still alive!"

"Old He! Prepare Sanyang wine! Get some hot water and some food!"

I have heard of Daxueshan. It is said that it is the Tantric inheritance on the snowy plateau and also belongs to the lineage of Buddhism.

Most of the exorcist lamas on the mountain wear red clothes, so they are respectfully called red masters by the locals.

Compared with the exorcists in the country, they are gradually lost in the feasting and feasting. All exorcisms are only for money, and they are full of the smell of copper.

The red guru in the Snowy Mountains is simply synonymous with simplicity and kindness.They are more like ascetics, armed with an iron rod, a prayer wheel, and superb medical skills and exorcism methods, constantly wandering on the snowy plateau.

Those remote herdsmen like these wandering red masters the most.

Because every time the masters came over, they would not only treat some physical illnesses, but also leave things for themselves to suppress evil and pray for blessings.

It can be said that the red guru in the Snowy Mountains is the spiritual belief of the devout herdsmen on the snowy plateau.

I quickly walked out with the thermos and Sanyang wine, and then I discovered that the red-robed master's face was as pale as a dead man's, and his body was as stiff as a corpse.

The snow stained his face, and even his skin was dry and cracked.

No wonder I almost thought he was dead when I first saw him.

Zhang Sanfen took off the red master's robe, revealing his thin and dark chest. He stretched out his hand and said to me: "Sanyang wine!"

I hurriedly poured Sanyang wine on Zhang Sanfen's hands, and then I saw him rub his hands a few times, and the temperature of his hands rose rapidly.

Then he pressed his hands on the red master's chest, and there was a stinging sound, like a red-hot iron pressing on a piece of flesh.

I saw with my own eyes a stream of black smoke coming out from between Zhang Sanfen's fingers.

Black smoke continued to rise, curling out from the body of the red-robed master.

I looked up and couldn't help but frown secretly.

The black smoke circled in mid-air and headed towards the top of Zhang Sanfen's head.

But Zhang Sanfen's body was particularly strong in yang energy, and the black smoke was dispersed by the yang energy emanating from his body before it even got close.

Then the black smoke changed direction and rushed towards me.

I was startled and subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but the closer the black smoke got to me, the lighter the breath became.

When I was around, the originally thick black air dissipated completely in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Sanfen suddenly said "Hey", and when he looked at me again, his eyes became slightly weird.

I immediately panicked and said, "Boss, I didn't do anything!"

"The black energy will disappear on its own."

Zhang Sanfen stared at me for a while, then grinned and said, "It's nothing, this is just resentment."

"If this thing cannot live in a person's body, it will soon be assimilated by the surrounding aura."

Having said that, I always thought his smile was a bit weird.

(End of this chapter)