Catalog of Destruction

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Shi Xuan came to Mang Mountain to seek immortality and seek enlightenment, and Mang Mountain is famous all over the world for being a burial place. In short, it is a place where Yin Qi gathers. Therefore, considering the characteristics of ghosts, Shi Xuan went out today. It was in the evening, when the sun was about to set, that Chu Wan'er and I happened to arrive at the foot of Mang Mountain.

During the day, Shi Xuan had already prepared two portions of Qianyuan Marrow Replacement Decoction and prepared the corresponding medicinal bath. Chu Wan'er wrinkled her face and took a small sip. She immediately beamed. As the master said, this medicine was not bitter, and it also had a slightly sweet taste. Compared with the ones she drank before, Chu Wan'er frowned. It's so much better.

However, the two exercises in the morning and evening made Chu Wan'er complain frequently. Fortunately, Master Shi Xuan still had some dignity, and the little girl finally finished the exercise obediently.

"Master, why are there so many tombs on this mountain?" Chu Wan'er asked Shi Xuan curiously as she stood at the foot of Mang Mountain, looking at the mausoleums that were hidden among the trees and mountain walls but still obvious.

"Haha, this is a famous mountain for burials. What you saw, Wan'er, is only a small part. Those rich and powerful people are buried at the intersection of the mountains. The terrain is beautiful. You can't see it at the foot of the mountain." Shi Xuan He opened his heavenly eyes and pointed at several places where Yin Qi met.

Mangshan Mountain is beautiful, with green trees covering the loess. Although it is not high, it brings together the atmosphere of all directions and has a flavor of vicissitudes of life.

Chu Wan'er muttered in a low voice: "Then what is a famous burial mountain?"

"It's the place where everyone wants to be buried after they die. They think that if they are buried here, their loved ones will be better off in the future. Of course, I haven't learned the art of finding dragons and divining acupoints, so I don't know much about it. But we as Taoists can't rely on these." Rely on yourself, rely on your true self." Shi Xuan explained, and at the same time, he had to establish in Chu Wan'er's heart that as a Taoist, one should mainly rely on oneself, and other external objects, Feng Shui, etc. are only temporary aids and should not be used as a shield.

Chu Wan'er nodded as if she understood, and then asked other questions. It wasn't until it was completely dark that she stopped talking in fear and leaned tightly against Shi Xuan.

"It's time to go up the mountain!" After Shi Xuan finished speaking, he used a spell to open Chu Wan'er's eyes.

"Master, Master, what kind of magic did you cast on Wan'er? Wan'er seems to have seen Qi coming out over there." After Chu Wan'er opened her eyes, she naturally saw the image of Yin Qi gathering on Mang Mountain. , immediately asked curiously.

Shi Xuan took Chu Wan'er and walked up the mountain, aiming for the places where the Yin Qi gathered. At the same time, he told Chu Wan'er: "That is to open your eyes, Wan'er, so that you can see ghosts, hehe , don’t be afraid.”

"Wan'er is not afraid." Chu Wan'er said as she quietly moved closer to Shi Xuan, "Then Wan'er can see ghosts without heads, ghosts without bodies, ghosts with tongues sticking out... "Thinking of this, curiosity outweighed fear, and with her master protecting her, Chu Wan'er felt confident that she was not afraid at all!

After passing several corners along the mountain road, sporadic graves began to appear in front of them. Because the terrain here is not very good, the people buried here are not considered rich and powerful, so the graves are very ordinary and cannot be called mausoleums.

"Hey, master, master, what do you think that is? Is it a ghost?" Chu Wan'er pointed at the faint shadows behind several tombs nearby and said nervously.

"Yes." Shi Xuan pulled Chu Wan'er and walked over, intending to let her experience it first, so as not to encounter a century-old evil spirit later, Chu Wan'er was so scared that she needed to be held by herself.

This faint, almost transparent ghost was a woman in her twenties. The burial place was very new. It was not even a grave. She just dug a hole hastily and buried it. Naturally, there was no one to worship her. This is not a place where Yin Qi gathers. This kind of ghost that has been dead for nearly half a month has basically lost its memory and is just waiting to completely disperse into the world.

Chu Wan'er looked at the ghost with fear and curiosity, but the ghost paid no attention to it. It just walked around the place where her body was buried and kept muttering: "Child, child..." It can be seen that her expression was indeed confused and dull.

"Master, she has no legs, she's still floating!" Wan'er was too short and couldn't pay attention to much, so she reported her findings to Shi Xuan with some pride.

"Well, well, well." Shi Xuan nodded perfunctorily, "So, Wan'er, look, this ghost isn't scary, right? There's nothing scary about ghosts, right?"

"Well, well, well." Chu Wan'er followed suit and nodded perfunctorily, getting shorter and shorter at the same time. In the end, she was squatting and watching. Unfortunately, no major discoveries were made.

After satisfying Chu Wan'er's curiosity and overcoming her fear, Shi Xuan pulled her towards the first destination, passing through several small woods and crossing several creeks, and arrived safely. When we arrived at the first place where Yin Qi gathered, we didn't see a single evil ghost on the road, which made Chu Wan'er very disappointed!

This place where Yin Qi gathers is a large mountain col. There are about four or five mausoleums and gardens, all of them are majestic and grand. They are far apart. Behind each mausoleum, a Yin house has been formed through long-term sacrifices. There are large There are courtyard-like ones, garden-like ones, and even villa-like ones. Snow-white lanterns are lit at the door, and servants tied with paper stand. After all, it is impossible for real servants to be buried here in the ancestral graveyard.

Shi Xuan led Chu Wan'er towards one of the ghost houses that looked like a large courtyard. The little girl didn't see that it was a ghost house at first and thought it was just a normal house. After Shi Xuan explained it clearly to her, she suddenly realized that a normal house was not like that. Some people who asked the paper man to stand at the door felt very upset and felt that their intelligence had been insulted.

Walking to the door, Wan'er kicked the paper man hatefully. Who knew that this thing looked like it was made of paper, but after it was burned during worship, it transformed into a soul body. Wan'er kicked it through, leaving it empty. , almost dodging his small waist. If Shi Xuan hadn't caught him in a hurry, he would have sat on the ground on the spot.

The paper servant asked stiffly: "Where are the guests?"

Shi Xuan grabbed the unconvinced Chu Wan'er and replied politely: "I want to visit your noble master."

The paper servant didn't reply. He slowly and mechanically opened the door of the yin house and walked in. After a while, when Chu Wan'er was impatient to wait and was digging the ground with his feet, a man holding a snow-white The old man holding the lantern floated out, followed by two middle-aged men and women in gorgeous clothes, a young man and two beautiful girls, and finally a beautiful young woman holding a three or four-year-old boy.

"The old man's house has not had visitors for decades. I wonder why he is here?" The old man with a long white beard asked politely. After all, the Taoist priest who could see the Yin Mansion and find it was by no means an ordinary person.

When Shi Xuan saw his master being so polite, he replied with the same politeness: "The poor Taoist wanted to find the authentic Taoist sect. He passed by here with his disciples. He thought that Mang Mountain is where Yin Qi gathers, and there should be a Taoist sect here, so he went up the mountain. I'm looking for you, but I'm not familiar with the place, so I took the liberty to ask for advice from the Lord." At this time, Chu Wan'er stood next to Shi Xuan very sensibly, looking like a good child.

The old man stroked his white beard and sighed: "Why don't you come in and have a cup of tea, Taoist Master? There are no authentic Taoist sects on Mang Mountain. There are only three or four small Taoist sects here. The old man and other ghosts who have never seen the world look down on him." They, not to mention people like Taoist Master."

"Respect is worse than haste. The poor Taoist's surname is Shi, and his name is Xuan. This is my young disciple Chu Wan'er." Shi Xuan also wanted to find out more information, but it was really rude to stand at the door and ask questions, so he agreed to the old man's invitation. .

"Taoist Master Shi invites me. This old man's surname is Han, his name is Jin, and his courtesy name is Chongwen. This is his youngest son Wenyu. This is his youngest daughter-in-law, Mrs. Li. This is Wenyu's eldest son Shouzheng, and his wife Wei Shi. This is Wenyu's eldest daughter Yazhu. The youngest daughter Jingzhu, this is the youngest son of Shouzheng, with a single name of Jing. Alas, the second son of the old man encountered an epidemic when he was in Nanzhou, and unexpectedly, alas, unexpectedly..." Han Shijin, the old man, led Shi Xuan inside and rambled on. Introducing his family.

The delicate and lovely Chu Wan'er was unanimously loved by Wei Shi, Han Yazhu, and Han Jingzhu. They surrounded her and teased her, which made Chu Wan'er depressed for a while. She was not a child. Wan'er had already figured out the right person at this time. The fear of ghosts was forgotten.

"Han Weng, your house is actually the home of a high-ranking official. No wonder there is such a magnificent mausoleum." Seeing that Han Wenyu was the governor of Nanzhou, Shi Xuan complimented him and asked Chu Wan'er to sit next to him. Han Yazhu and Han Jingzhu floated out of the hall.

Han Shijin stroked his white beard, smiled and said nothing, but looked quite proud. His second son, Han Wenyu, took over the words: "Master Shi doesn't know something. My father was an official from the left servant of Shangshu." It turns out that this old man Han, He turned out to be the prime minister of the dynasty.

Seeing Shi Xuan's expression of surprise, Han Wenyu continued: "This mountain col is where the ancestral graves of my Han family are located. The other shady houses that Taoist Master Shi saw are the other rooms of our Han family."

At this time, Wei Shi, Han Yazhu, and Han Jingzhu floated out with tea trays, and respectfully placed the tea on the trays on Shi Xuan's table, as well as several plates of rare fruits.

Han Shijin explained to Shi Xuan: "Master Shi doesn't know something. There are only some paper servants in this mansion. They are slow and dull. I don't want to neglect you. I will let these juniors take care of them." Perhaps it was indeed because no guests had come for a long time, so the Han family seemed very welcoming.

"No, no, this is Weng Han. I am flattered by your thoughtful hospitality." Shi Xuan was still very satisfied with the courtesy. Of course, he did not forget to secretly use magic to check the tea and fruits. After the inspection, he signaled to Chu Wan'er that the alarm was lifted. Chu Wan'er immediately picked up the longan fruit that she had coveted for a long time and started eating it.

"In this place of hell, apart from the blood food such as cattle, sheep, and pigs that are served once a month at the family sacrifice, these are the only offerings. Don't be surprised by Taoist Master Shi. Those blood food have been left for a long time, and it's okay for us ghosts to eat them. You guys If a living person eats it, he may get sick." Han Shijin explained. Seeing Shi Xuan's sincere expression of satisfaction, he introduced the tea: "This is the snow bud tea brought back from northern Liaoning. It is just right when paired with the cold spring behind the Yin Zhai. , Taoist Master Shi, please taste it.”