White Bone Monkey King

The temple at night at this time.

secluded.

Weird.

Creepy.

Every carving detail on the headless clay statue of a woman in front of you is lifelike.

It doesn't seem like a clay sculpture.

But it's really just a person standing.

It was dark outside.

Hoo ho ho.

The night wind mixed with the cold moisture from the mountains blew into the temple.

The bonfire flickered.

It seemed like it was going to be blown out at any moment.

Just like Jin An, whose body feels like falling into an ice cellar now, his heart is pounding with fear.

Jin An wanted to turn around and run away through the door, but he was worried that it would irritate Wang Tiegen, who was holding his arms and crying at his feet. For a moment, he was in a dilemma.

I was so anxious that cold sweat broke out on my forehead.

Sudden!

A palm stretched out from the darkness behind Jin An and silently placed it on Jin An's shoulder.

Jin An was shocked. He was about to slash behind him with a knife to save himself, but his mouth was covered by another hand behind his back, and he was quietly taken out of this terrifying wild temple.

The pale moonlight penetrated the shadows of the trees, turning into mottled fragments and scattering over the ghostly forest.

Night rain in the mountains.

I don’t know when it stopped.

Looking at the shattered moonlight beside him, Jin An finally saw clearly that it was a middle-aged Taoist priest who had saved him.

The Taoist priest wears his hair in a bun with an ordinary bamboo hairpin, wears a five-color Taoist robe, and wears a pair of green and white Shifang shoes on his feet.

Jin An's nervous body breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly thanked the Taoist priest: "Thank you, Taoist Master, for your life-saving grace today."

Unexpectedly, this Taoist priest in five-colored robes whom he met in the deep mountains had a very weird temper.

"The evil thing likes people with light zodiac signs and small zodiac signs. You don't need to thank me. You didn't die in this temple with a trumpet and an urn coffin. It was because you had a strong horoscope."

After the Taoist priest finished speaking, he turned around and walked away, leaving Jin An alone to care about life or death, as if he hadn't rescued Jin An from the wild temple just now.

In the wild mountains and ridges late at night, everything was quiet, except for Jin An, who was alone.

Jin An turned his head and looked in the direction of the wild temple. There were no bonfires or cries in the wild temple. The open door was filled with dead silence, pitch black, and terrifying calm.

Jin An shuddered and hurriedly chased the Taoist priest three steps at a time.

…

The mountain road is not easy to walk after the rain.

Especially when traveling at night.

Jin An walked deep and shallow in the mountains. His feet were covered with mud and became heavier as he walked.

Jin An followed the Taoist priest quietly for a while, and finally because he couldn't help but be curious, he cautiously asked: "Taoist priest, why did you just say that the wild temple is a coffin temple?"

"And what do you mean by the trumpet urn?"

The Taoist priest who had been rushing ahead paused, and Jin An also stopped.

At this time, the two of them had walked out of the sunken basin and stood on a high mountain ridge with an old pine tree, and their vision suddenly became clearer.

Under the silver moonlight above his head, the Taoist priest pointed to the dark and peaceful temple in the basin under his feet. He asked Jin An without any expression and without answering: "Look carefully at the temple at your feet. There are only doors and no windows. Look at the temple beams that are high on the left and right and short in the middle." , doesn’t it look like a coffin and a coffin cover?”

"The color of the coffin can be divided into five colors: red, white, black, and gold. Black is Xuanshui, which can calm evil spirits. It is specially used to bury people who died violently, unjustly, or unjustly. If you look at the coffin temple, it is made of black stone. Doesn't it look like a coffin? Black coffin?”

Without waiting for Jin An's answer, the Taoist priest continued: "Look at the mountains surrounding the temple. They are narrow at the top and wide at the bottom. The temple is pressed into the basin and does not see sunlight all day long. Does it look like a trumpet urn?"

"It's a coffin temple with a black coffin, and it's a basin that specially found a natural trumpet urn terrain. The temple builders who built this temple were definitely not ordinary temple builders. They understood Feng Shui and the stars, and looked for mountains to anchor their houses. A master of Taoism."

After listening to the Taoist priest's explanation, Jin An took a closer look at the basin at the foot of the mountain.

I don’t know if there is a psychological suggestion this time. Good guy, the wild temple really looks like a black coffin.

The basin also looks like an inverted bell mouth that is narrow at the top and wide at the bottom.

The Taoist priest continued expressionlessly: "The trumpet urn is also called the place where Yin gathers."

"That's never a good sign."

"The trumpet urn burial method originated from well burials. Well burials can be traced back to before the Shang and Zhou Dynasties. The opening of well burials should be wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, which means to gather the sun and disperse resentments. In terms of Feng Shui, snakes, insects, rats and ants are afraid of the sun, so they will not Let centipedes, insects, snakes and other yin things live in the ancestral graves and disturb the ancestors' peaceful sleep. If the ancestors sleep peacefully and the ancestral shade is prosperous, it can ensure the peace of future generations."

"But if things have yang, they must have yin, such as heaven and earth, sun and moon, day and night, cold and heat, men and women, up and down. Since there are wells that are wide at the top and narrow at the bottom to gather the sun and disperse resentment, naturally there are wells that are narrow at the top and wide at the bottom to gather the yin and shade the sun. Burial method with trumpet urn and well."

"This kind of well burial is a place where yin gathers. The yin energy after death gathers all year round and is difficult to dissipate. If the person buried died violently, in vain, or unjustly, then the accumulation of yin energy will be even more serious."

"This kind of burial method, which damages Yin virtue and lacks Yang longevity, is either used to suppress extremely evil creatures; it is also used to bury the bones of enemies, fearing that people will come out to seek revenge after death, and the chickens and dogs will be restless, so that the three souls and seven souls of the enemies will not have the opportunity to reincarnate. .”

"It was originally a trumpet urn that gathered the underworld, and then I built a coffin temple under the trumpet urn. I don't know what kind of hatred or resentment could make the temple builder so mobilized."

"However, the original temple builders did not do all the bad things. They had a great Dao of fifty and Tianyan of forty-nine. They also knew to leave a chance for the coffin temple to survive and did not completely seal the coffin temple. It would not cause the people buried in the temple to have no descendants. Let all her relatives die miserably."

"It's just a pity..."

"Now this only door to life has been destroyed by some master. The resentment in the coffin temple is soaring. I'm afraid that in a few years, this place will become a forbidden place for the living that no living person can enter. .”

"I see that the signs of damage are still very new. It should have been recently destroyed."

The more Jin An listened, the more frightened he became.

Why did he feel that the more he heard about this, the more it seemed as evil as the Feng Shui metaphysics at the roadside fortune-telling stalls.

A mountain valley basin that looks ordinary to the naked eye actually hides such a big mystery.

"Then what if we directly blow up the mountain, demolish it, or make the opening of the basin larger to let the sunlight in, and turn the terrain here into the place where the Taoist leader just mentioned to gather the sun and disperse resentment?" Jin An put forward his own idea.

"When the time comes, all the dirt from snakes, insects, rats, ants, and ants will naturally be burned to ashes by the sun's ultraviolet rays."

Unexpectedly, the Taoist priest raised his eyelids and glanced at Jin An. His eyes seemed to say that today's young people are not afraid of tigers, and they don't know how to write the word "death".

"Feng shui corresponds to the stars, sun and moon above our heads, and the mountains and rivers below our feet. It also corresponds to the mutual support and restraint of Yin and Yang, the five elements, the stems and branches, and the Eight Diagrams, which affects the whole body."

"The high mountains around the coffin temple are both trumpets and urns, and they are also a screen. If these four gables are really knocked down, it will actually help the evildoers, and the suppressed things in the coffin temple will be completely unfettered. If that happens, they will only die more. There are so many people that the nearby people have no choice but to move to the city to escape."

Jin An was still a little unwilling: "Is there no other way?"

The Taoist priest shook his head.

This already gives the answer.

Taoist priest: "With this coffin temple and the trumpet and urn, it is like a sea-fixing needle fixing the acupuncture point of the place where the Yin gathers. As long as the people behind it are told to avoid it, it will not cause any serious disaster."

The Taoist priest seemed to have thought of something, and added solemnly: "I saw that the heads of the clay statues in the temple were missing. In the future, you should be careful about women with scars on their necks."

"Remember, try to stay away if you encounter one."

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"!"

Jin'an is cold again.

Do women in ancient times also know how to change their heads?

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Ps: Guys, I’m back again!

In fact, I originally wanted to write a new book for three years in Hexi and Hedong for three years, and announce my return with a new book of 10 chapters. On April 24, I told the editor that I was going to start a new book and release it on May 10. On April 26 I submitted 3 chapters of the new book manuscript for review on the same day, and it passed the review in seconds. I successfully signed the contract in advance on the same day, and I had 15 days left to slowly save the manuscript.

But the reality is too skinny. There are 3 chapters in the new book manuscript. There is a 15-day buffer period, and only 3 chapters are coded. On May 11, there are only 6 chapters in the manuscript. It takes a year to code, and I can only do it by hand. Cut off the grandiose words and ambitions, and let me be the editor of the new book for the first time=. =

Pfft, this is a little off the mark. I hope "The Great Sage of Bones" can break the record of 2,000 words per day in the new book issue of "There Is a Monster", QAQ. .