dragon hunter

Chapter 444 Ancestor Essay
Hanging on the wooden plaque on the pillar, the final inscription was in the Tianbao period of the Tang Dynasty.

Calculated in this way, this Taoist temple of unknown origin should have been built in the Tang Dynasty.

"Antiques, everything here is antiques." Fatty Wang muttered excitedly with his eyes glowing.

Knowing that this Taoist temple has a long history, I came here with some interest and wandered around looking for items of interest.

Inadvertently, I saw a dusty wooden box on the tribute table beside me. Curiosity flashed in my eyes, and I reached out to open the wooden box.

The box was well sealed, and it was wrapped with silk cloth. I gently peeled off the silk cloth, and a slightly yellowish booklet lay quietly in the wooden box.

I picked up the booklet curiously, because it was well preserved, except that the pages were a little yellowed, but the writing on the booklet was very clear.

This is a roster, which records the names of the Taoist priests who practiced in this Taoist temple, not only the name of the Taoist, but also the names of the laymen and their hometowns.

When I saw it was a roster, I was a bit disappointed in my eyes. I was about to put down the booklet, but suddenly my eyes froze.

"Zhang Shouyi, isn't this the name of my ancestor?" I looked intently at the booklet in my hand.

"If the name is a coincidence and even the place of origin is the same, it means that they are definitely the same person." I was shocked.

When I was young, I heard my second uncle talk about some secrets of the Zhang family. The name "Zhang Shouyi" has an extraordinary meaning in the Zhang family.

It was this ancestor named "Zhang Shouyi" who established the lineage of our Xunlong Zhang family, and can be regarded as the founding father of Xunlong Xiangshi.

Because of the lack of genealogy, I actually know very little about the founder of the mountain. Many stories about him are from my second uncle.

"What are you looking at? Is there any information about the treasure in the pamphlet?" Fatty Wang approached curiously.

"No, it's just a roster." I flipped through it casually, and threw the booklet on the tribute table.

In fact, my heart is far from being as calm as I have shown, doubts piled up in my heart.

Now I am eager to find out what happened to this Taoist temple back then, and what my ancestors went through to create the lineage of Xunlongxiangshi.

"Come here quickly, there is a secret door here." Ghost Detective Xu called out loudly.

With a thrill in my heart, I quickly turned my head and saw Ghost Detective Xu standing behind the curtain, pointing at a very secret wooden door.

The position of the wooden door is a bit off, and there are several curtains in front of it, if you don't search carefully, it will be absolutely difficult to find.

I walked over quickly, stood in front of the wooden door, hesitated for a moment, and stretched out my hand to gently push the wooden door open.

I don't know how long it's been closed inside. Just when the wooden door was pushed open, a stale air rushed towards us, and we coughed a few times sharply.

"It's pitch black inside, you can't see anything." Fatty Wang muttered from the side.

Holding a candle, Ghost Detective Xu walked in, hesitating slightly.

This is a small wing room. The furniture looks low-key, but it is actually very gorgeous. After years of tempering, it still maintains its luster.

The flame of the candle was a little dim, and the flame flickered indefinitely.

Ghost detective Xu carefully looked around. When he turned to look at the wooden bed, his arm trembled, and the candle in his hand almost fell to the ground.

"What's wrong?" I asked with concern.

"There's a dead man here." Ghost detective Xu stared at the wooden bed.

The wooden bed was very gorgeous, and it was covered with a tulle mosquito net. From my angle, I couldn't see what was on the bed.

I was curious and cautiously walked over there, and by the faint light of the candle, I cast my eyes on the beautifully carved wooden bed.

There was a dead bone sitting cross-legged on the bed, which shocked me, and I almost pulled out the Gouyu sword to stab it.

After staring at it for a while, I realized that this dead bone was different from those outside. There was no fluctuation on its body, and it was completely dead.

This withered bone is wearing a gorgeous Taoist robe. Because of the years, the Taoist robe has decayed and faded, but the original material can still be distinguished, which is all valuable silk.

Moreover, the dao crown on the opponent's head is made of gold and is exquisitely crafted.

Fatty Wang is the most greedy for money. When he saw the gleaming golden Taoist crown, he couldn't help but rushed to grab it.

"I got rich, the fat man got rich, it's really made of gold." Fatty Wang looked at Dao Guan over and over again, his body trembling with excitement.

I ignored Fatty Wang, but stared at the long sword on the chest of the withered bone. The sword pierced through the opponent's heart and directly nailed the withered bone to the wall.

"This man was killed by someone, with a single blow!" Ghost Detective Xu said in a deep voice.

"It doesn't matter how he died, it's been so many years, who still cares about him, it's serious to look through the valuables." Fatty Wang stared at the golden crown, saying disapprovingly.

I stared at the dead bone on the opposite side, thinking in my eyes. If nothing unexpected, the other party should be this Taoist temple. The owner of the temple back then just didn't know why the other party was killed.

I took out my phone, turned on the flashlight, and searched around.

A book at the foot of the bed caught my eye, covered with cobwebs and dust.

I picked up the booklet and patted the dust on it. The words "Shouyi Essays" on the page caught my attention.

"This is the book left by our ancestors." Excitement flashed in my eyes, and I stretched out my hand to open the pages of the book. I was extremely careful in my movements, for fear of breaking the book.

The paper of the book is a bit special, very resilient, and the handwriting on it, even after so many years, is still clearly visible.

I flipped through the pages of the book, and was delighted to find that it was a diary, which recorded the life of my ancestors.

Through the records on the first few pages of the book, I learned about the background and origin of this Taoist temple.

During the Tianbao period of the Tang Dynasty, Buddhism was worshiped and Taoism was suppressed, and Taoism declined day by day.

As the most prosperous force in Taoism at that time, Tianshi Tao decided to change this predicament in order to keep dwindling resources.

But at that time, most of them believed in Buddhism, from emperors and generals to traffickers and pawns. Under such a social environment, it was very difficult to prosper Taoism.

After many attempts to no avail, one of the core disciples of Tianshidao turned his attention to the dragon veins.

The world's dragon veins come from Kunlun, and the dragon veins are closely related to the emperor's luck. The Tianshidao who made the decision sent a team to Kunlun.

And my ancestor Zhang Shouyi was in such a team. He was just an inconspicuous disciple of the Heavenly Master.

The team traveled through mountains and rivers, finally came to Kunlun, and found the dragon's veins.

They built this Taoist temple at the exit of the dragon vein.

According to Tianshi Dao's plan at the beginning, they tried to use the dragon veins to please the emperor, thereby changing the fate of the weak Taoist sect.

It's a pity that those Taoist priests don't know anything about the emperor's mind, and no emperor will allow the dragon veins that affect the country's fortune to be in the hands of others.

As a result, the Heavenly Master Dao in the Tang Dynasty encountered a catastrophe, and almost all the disciples and disciples were lost.

The tragic change of Tianshi Dao frightened the team that went to Kunlun. Without the support of the main line, they were helpless.

Living in a foreign land, their life was extremely difficult, but after the arrival of a surviving disciple of the Heavenly Master, everything here changed.

The disciple of the direct line was the default next generation head teacher, but a sudden change made everything come to naught.

Unwilling to fail, he vowed to revive the way of the celestial master, but he was located in a barren mountain, with no money or food, and he could not receive disciples. To revive the way of the celestial master seemed like a ridiculous dream.

In desperation, the disciple of the direct line cast his eyes on the dragon veins, and the few dragon piles in the backyard were built at that time.

Using the energy of dragon veins to cultivate is a very crazy plan, and the endless plundering of dragon veins finally caused another catastrophe.

First of all, the surrounding plants had mutated. The docile plants suddenly became aggressive, and many disciples were attacked and killed by the mutated plants.

However, this group of Taoist priests are not ordinary people. They all know the Tao and quickly found a way to restrain the mutated plants.

However, another terrible shadow hit them.

Overnight, a Taoist priest got a strange disease, the skin would rot continuously, and any medical treatment would be ineffective, until finally, it rotted into a dry bone.

Moreover, this strange disease is also contagious, which has caused great panic among Taoist priests.

The Taoist priests in the Taoist temple are gradually dying, and there are fewer and fewer people alive, and my ancestor is one of the lucky ones.

In the end, this terrible and strange disease was infected to that direct disciple, and at this time, there were only five living people left in the huge Taoist temple.

In order to survive, the direct line disciple had evil thoughts in his heart, and he hit the few remaining living people.

He secretly used forbidden techniques and summoned an ancient evil called "Huang".

According to the records of the ancestors, "Huang" is extremely evil and extremely powerful. As long as enough sacrifices are offered, any wish of a person can be granted.

The disciple of the direct line was insane, and offered his companion as a sacrifice to "Huang".

The evil "Huang" killed the few remaining Taoist priests, but my ancestors escaped by luck.

After offering sacrifices to "Huang", the strange disease of the direct disciple really improved greatly.

Having tasted the sweetness, he intensified his efforts and even attempted to offer the entire dragon vein as a sacrifice to "Huang" in exchange for immortality.

However, he failed, because at the last moment, he was killed by the sword of the ancestor who escaped by chance.

The direct disciple died, but he left behind a mess. The evil thing called "Huang" controlled the ghosts of all the Taoists.

The former Taoist temple has become a ghost, and the "Huang" is entrenched here, absorbing the energy of the dragon's veins, and growing stronger day by day.

The ancestor's heart was kind, and he couldn't bear to see the lives of the people in the future. He wasted all his efforts and sealed the "barren" in the depths of the mountains.

Because of the battle against "Huang", he benefited a lot, and decided to create a lineage of dragon-finding masters after walking out of the Kunlun Mountains.

I silently closed the ancestors' essays, and took a deep breath, because the book was left here, and the later experiences of the ancestors were not recorded in the book.

Recalling the experience just now, I smiled wryly. There is no doubt that the "Desolation" that was once sealed by the ancestors must have been revived, otherwise the mutation here cannot be explained.

(End of this chapter)