Holy Bone

Chapter 3 Taoist priests (3 more)
At this time, the temple is under the night.

secluded.

Surprising.

Horror.

Every detail of the carving on the headless woman's clay statue in front of her is vivid and lifelike.

It's not like a clay sculpture.

But really stand alone.

The world outside was dark.

Hu Hu Hu.

The night wind mixed with the cold and damp air from the mountains blew into the temple.

The bonfire flickered on and off.

As if to be blown out at any time.

Just like Jin An, whose body is like falling into an ice cellar, his heart skips a beat.

Jin An wanted to turn around and grab the door to escape, but he was worried that it would irritate Wang Tiegen, who was crying with a headache at his feet.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

suddenly!

A palm stretched out from the darkness behind Jin An's back and quietly rested on Jin An's shoulder.

Jin An was shocked. He was about to slash behind him to save himself, but his mouth was covered by the other hand behind him, and he was silently taken out of this terrifying wild temple.

The pale moonlight penetrated through the shadows of the trees, turning into mottled fragments and falling on this ghostly forest.

Night rain in the mountains.

I don't know when it stopped.

With the broken moonlight beside him, Jin An finally realized that it was a middle-aged Taoist priest who saved him.

The Taoist priest wears the priest's hair in a bun, with a common bamboo hairpin inserted into the bun, wearing a five-color Taoist robe, and a pair of blue 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 priest for your life-saving grace today."

Unexpectedly, the five-colored Taoist priest who met in the deep mountains has a very strange temper.

"Evil things like people with light horoscopes and small zodiac signs. You don't have to thank me. You didn't die in this trumpet urn's coffin temple. It's your own horoscope."

After the Taoist finished speaking, he turned around and left, leaving Jin An alone, as if he was not the one who rescued Jin An from the wild temple just now.

In the barren mountains and ridges in the middle of the night, everything was quiet, and only Jin An was left alone.

Jin'an turned his head and looked in the direction of Ye Ye Temple. There was no bonfire and crying in Ye Temple. The open door was dead silent, dark, and terribly calm.

Jin An shuddered, hurriedly chasing after the Taoist priest with three steps and two steps.

……

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

Especially in a night drive.

Jin An walked deep and shallow in the mountains, his feet were covered with mud, and he became heavier and 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 asked cautiously, "Master Taoist, why did you just say that the wild temple is a coffin temple?"

"And what is the trumpet urn in your mouth?"

The Taoist priest, who had been hurrying ahead, froze, and Jin An also stopped.

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

Under the silver moonlight above his head, the Taoist pointed to the dark and peaceful wild temple in the basin under his feet, and asked Jin'an with a blank face without answering: "Look carefully at the temple under your feet, there are only doors and no windows, and then look at the temple's beams that are tall at the left and right ends 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 suppress evil. It is specially used for burying people who died injustice, injustice, and unjustly. You can see that this coffin temple is built of black stones. Black coffin?"

Without waiting for Jin'an to answer, the Taoist priest continued: "Look at the high mountains around the temple, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, pressing the temple in the basin, without sunlight all day long, does it look like a trumpet urn?"

"It's also a coffin temple with black coffins, and it's a basin that was specially searched for a natural trumpet urn. The temple cultivators who built this temple were definitely not ordinary temple cultivators. cultivator."

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

I don't know if there is a relationship with psychological hints this time, my dear, the wild temple really looks like a black coffin.

The basin is also like an upside-down bell mouth with a narrow top and a wide bottom.

The Taoist continued to speak expressionlessly: "The trumpet urn is also called the place of gathering Yin."

"It's not a good sign at all."

"The burial method in the trumpet urn originated from the well burial, which can be traced back to before the Shang and Zhou dynasties. The opening of the well burial should be wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, which means gathering the sun and dispelling grievances. In feng shui terms, snakes, insects, rats and ants are afraid of the sun, and they do not Let the centipedes, insects, snakes and other yin things live in the ancestral graves to disturb the ancestors' sleep. The ancestors slept peacefully, and the ancestors' shadow was prosperous, which can keep the descendants' wives safe."

"But things that have yang must also have yin, such as heaven and earth, sun and moon, day and night, cold and heat, men and women, upper and lower. Since there are wells with a wide top and a narrow bottom to gather Yang and disperse grievances, there will naturally be a narrow top and a bottom wide, gathering yin to shade the sun. Trumpet urn well burial method."

"This kind of well burial is a place for gathering yin, and the yin qi after people's death gathers all year round, and it is difficult to dissipate. If the burial person died violently, in vain, or unjustly, then the gathering of yin qi will be even more amazing."

"This kind of burial method, which damages the yin and lacks yang's longevity, is not used to suppress extremely evil things; it is used to bury the bones of the enemy, 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 enemy are not allowed to go out and have the opportunity to be reincarnated. ."

"It was originally a trumpet urn in a place where Yin gathered, and if I build a coffin temple under the trumpet urn, I don't know what kind of hatred it is, so that the temple builder back then can make such a move."

"However, the people who built the temple didn't do any bad things. Dao Dao was fifty and Tianyan was four or nine. They also knew that there was a chance of life for the coffin temple, and they didn't completely seal the coffin temple. It would not make the people buried in the temple cut off their children and their grandchildren. Let all her relatives die tragically."

"It's just a pity..."

"Now this only living gate has been broken by an expert, and the grievances in the coffin temple are soaring to the sky. I am afraid that in a few years, this place will become a forbidden place for the living to enter. ."

"I think the traces of damage are still very new. It should have just been broken by someone not long ago."

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

How could he feel that the more he heard about this, the more evil it became like the feng shui metaphysics of the roadside fortune-telling stall.

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

"Then what if the mountain is directly bombed, the mountain is demolished, or the opening of the basin is enlarged so that sunlight can shine in, and the terrain here becomes the place where the Taoist priest just said that the sun will gather and dispel grievances?" Jin An put forward his own ideas.

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

Unexpectedly, the Taoist looked at Jin An with a light eyelid, and his eyes seemed to say that young people today are not afraid of tigers and don't know how to write the word "death".

"Feng Shui corresponds to the stars, sun and moon above the head, the mountains and rivers under the feet, and at the same time, it corresponds to the yin and yang, the five elements, the stems and branches, and the eight trigrams and nine palaces.

"The high mountains around the coffin temple are both trumpet urns and a screen. If these four gables are really torn down, it will actually help the emperor and make the things suppressed in the coffin temple completely free. There are too many people, and the people nearby can only move to the city to escape."

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

The priest shook his head.

This already gives the answer.

Taoist priest: "With this coffin temple and the trumpet urn, it's like a sea-fixing needle has fixed the acupuncture point in the place where the yin gathers. As long as you tell the future people to avoid it, it won't cause a big disaster."

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

"Remember, try to stay away when you encounter it."

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Jin An is cold again.

Did ancient women also change their heads?
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Ps: Big guys, I'm back again ah ah ah ah!

In fact, I originally wanted to Xiaopujie for three years in Hexi and three years in Hedong. With 10 chapters of the first new book, Sahua announced that I was back. On April 4th, I told the editor in charge that I was going to open a new book, and I would publish a new book on May 24th and April 5th. I submitted 10 chapters for review of the new book on the day, and passed the review in seconds. The signing was successful in advance on the same day, and the remaining 4 days was enough for me to slowly save the manuscript.

But the reality is too skinny. The new book review manuscript has 3 chapters, a 15-day buffer period, and only 3 chapters. On May 5, there were only 11 chapters in the manuscript, and the wooden code was written for one year. Cut off your lofty ambitions and let me be responsible for compiling pigeons for the first new book. =
Pfft, this is a bit of a misunderstanding. I hope "The Great Sage of the Bone" can break the 2000-word record of the new book issue of "There is a Monster Here" QAQ. .

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