Onmyoji's Secret

Chapter 30 Red Pot
Master took my hand and walked to the wooden door covered with charms. He stretched out one hand and stroked the wooden door, as if he was remembering something, and he didn't make a sound for a long time.

After a while, he let out a sigh, and pushed open the two wooden doors that had been dusty for a long time.

squeak!
The wooden door was not locked, and when Master pushed it, it opened to both sides with a piercing sound, and Master led me in.When I lifted my foot and just stepped across the threshold, I felt a gust of wind blowing on my body, and my body couldn't help shivering, and I couldn't hold it back, and a sneeze came out.

The master looked at me and smiled, and said: "There are too many evil spirits and ghosts sealed here, and it is very dark. When I first came in with your master ancestor, I squatted on the ground in the cold and didn't stand up for a long time. Come on, you are much better than I was back then."

I was led into the hall by the master, and soon we came to the middle of the hall.

I saw a large altar enshrined in front of the main hall. There are densely packed small grids on the altar. There are many of these grids. It seems that there are hundreds of grids, but most of them are empty, perhaps for a long time. Because no one cleaned it, a thick layer of dust had accumulated in some grids.

Each of the remaining 20 to [-] grids contained a pottery pot, and the top three pots were scarlet like blood, and the talismans pasted on them were also shining silver paper talismans.The remaining [-] pots are like the dark yellow ones that sealed the female ghost in white last night, and the talismans on them are also ordinary yellow paper with runes drawn on them.

"This is the place where our ancestors of all ages sealed evil spirits and ghosts. Our lineage is not like Tianshi Dao or Buddhism. For my own use. Each of the clay pots on the altar is sealed with an evil mountain elf or a ghost." Master led me to the altar and pointed to the pots placed in the small squares. Said to me.

"Master, did you grab the contents of these pots? Also, why are the three top pots red? They look so conspicuous." I pointed to the three bloody pots on the top. The clay pot asked the master, very curious in his heart.

Master was taken aback by my question, and then he laughed and said, "Your master doesn't have that ability, and it's not suitable for practice in the Dharma-ending era. Not to mention us human cultivators, even those mountain elves are very few. Except for last night's That female ghost, these are the only elves and ghosts that your master and I have sealed."

Master stretched out a finger and pointed me to the three dark yellow pots at the end.

"As for the three red pots on the top, they are the most powerful of all the evil spirits. They are extremely powerful, and it takes a lot of effort to subdue one of them. The previous two years have long been unknown. I don’t know which patriarch sealed it, but only left a commandment, and the descendants of the past generations, if it is not a last resort, must not open it, otherwise it will definitely cause great harm.”

The master finished talking about the first two red pots, but when he talked about the last one, he was a little distracted. After a while, he said: "As for the last red pot, it is said that it was Dong Chengfeng, the No. 300 sixth-generation patriarch more than 20 years ago. There is no information about the specific type of the evil spirit sealed in Dujiangyan. It is just that the things in this clay pot are different from others. When the right time comes, it will naturally open. When the evil spirits see the light of day."

"Master, as long as you take off the talisman paper pasted on the jar, the contents will be released?" I asked.

The master nodded and said, "These talisman papers act as a suppressive seal. As long as you tear it off, this clay pot is no different from an ordinary pot. The contents inside will naturally come out."

I stared blankly at the last red clay pot in front of me. I felt the phoenix imprint on my left shoulder a little itchy, and an idea popped up in my heart. I wanted to open the clay pot in front of me. Tear off the silver talisman attached to the pot, and release the things that have been sealed for more than 300 years.

I don't know how such a dangerous idea came to my mind, but as soon as this idea appeared, it was like a seed took root in my heart, and it kept sprouting and growing. I couldn't help stretching out a hand to Touch the red clay pot.

But unfortunately, as soon as my hand was stretched out in the air, my master grabbed me. He looked at me a little strangely and said, "Apprentice, these things must not be moved around, especially those of the previous generation. If those evil spirits and ghosts sealed by the patriarch are accidentally released, it will be terrible."

I reluctantly withdrew my outstretched right hand. I don't know why I did this, but I just wanted to tear off the talisman paper on the red clay pot from the bottom of my heart. This is probably what others call cheap hands.

I withdrew my hand, took a few deep breaths, and finally calmed down the extreme desire to tear up the talisman paper just now.But the master on the side was staring at me all the time, he seemed to have noticed something, which made me blush a little.

"Master, aren't we catching monsters and ghosts just to drive them away? What's the use of the seal here?" To hide my embarrassment, I randomly asked Master about a topic.

Master was indeed distracted by me, he took his eyes away from me, and said: "These sealed ghosts and ghosts are all extremely vicious, even if we catch and seal them, they will still be dead!" They will not surrender easily and are willing to be driven by us, so the rule of our lineage is that unless necessary, the ghosts and evil spirits sealed in this generation will be opened by descendants, or decades, or hundreds of years. Use the power of time to wipe out the hostility of these ghosts, when they are tired and weak, and want to be relieved, they will naturally be willing to serve us."

I couldn't help but shudder in my heart. Although the master said it with a smile, I could hear a chill from it. It took decades and hundreds of years to seal these ghosts, and use the power of time to erase their souls. Hostility, just listening to it feels a little scary.

Just imagine, being sealed in a clay pot for decades and hundreds of years, that kind of loneliness and loneliness is a terrible punishment, even those vicious and evil spirits, I am afraid To finally succumb to the hands of man under the power of time.

Master didn't say anything more, and led me out of the Spirit Hall.It's just that when I was leaving, I looked back at the red clay pot on the top floor again. There was a gleaming silver talisman on the scarlet pot.

The phoenix imprint on my left shoulder was itchy and hot, and my heart wanted to open this red pot and let out the contents!

As soon as Master and I walked out of the gate of Fengling Temple, we saw Mu Yueting trotting over. She was still dressed in the Taoist robes of the past, her hair was tied up high in a bun, and her fair face was shining in the sun. A strange sheen.

"Master! That lord is awake, it has gone to the main hall!" Mu Yueting arrived before the sound of her arrival, it seemed that the "adult" woke up, which is a very important thing.

The master was taken aback for a moment, and then said with some joy: "The lord has woken up? Great, I remember it has been several years since it woke up last time, this old ancestor finally no longer sleeps."

I was a little puzzled when I heard it, and the big head that emerged from the pond in the Taoist temple that I saw when I was flying in the sky in the mysterious experience last night suddenly appeared in my head. ?

"Master, what exactly is the 'adult' you and your senior sister are talking about?" I grabbed one of Master's hands and asked.

Master pulled me to the direction of the main hall, and said to me with a smile on his face: "Hehe, my lord, it is said that it is a turtle raised by Patriarch Dong Chengfeng 300 years ago, and it is alive now. For more than 300 years, he has already understood human nature. We younger generations are all grown up by him, and it is not too much to call it our ancestors. I remember when I was young, I still sat on his back and played."

(End of this chapter)