Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 329 Oh, that thing

The old comrade was amused by the young man's words, mainly because the young man's thinking was too unconstrained.

The meaning contained in the words is really too nonsense.

Like a joke.

Nothing informative.

But it still sounds interesting, and I want people to listen to his "story" carefully.

It can only be a story.

"Little comrade, in your words, there is a kind of savage energy."

The old comrade got excited, he sat down and argued seriously: "Then if you say that, I will have to talk to you about the logic of it, if you say that, then so many monsters are weird, we How can people survive?
Having said that, even if we humans survived, according to what you said, how could the king of the Xia Dynasty think of becoming the sun?

I can understand what he wants to become, but why does he want to become the sun? "

Speaking of this, the old comrade was a little stunned, and felt that he seemed to have forgotten some important information.

I thought about it carefully.

He patted himself on the forehead and said, "By the way, I haven't asked your name yet, young man, what's your name?"

Hearing this, the man smiled, showing his shiny teeth.

The smile on his face was as gentle as the melting snow on a snowy mountain.

It is clear, but the coldness in it is removed.

It is really shiny, sunny and confident, and more importantly, that strange attraction, with his sudden smile, is completely released. The young man once thought that what he obtained was the attractiveness of reproduction, that is, Engraved in human genes, it embodies the desire for survival and reproduction.

So he will attract the eyes of the opposite sex.

It is a kind of people's need for reproduction, which is reflected in wild gods like Mu Ke.

Later he discovered that this was not the case.

He is really too superficial.

He represents the bottom of the heart, the desire for survival.

It wasn't men, women, and children that he attracted.

He can even drive wild animals.

"My name is Lin Feng."

He said, "A tourist from other places came here specially to collect some things."

Veteran Comrade: "What do you charge?"

Lin Feng: "Collect some people who buried things here, and collect materials that were buried here hundreds of years ago."

……

After a few minutes, everyone sat down around Lin Feng and listened to his storytelling.

On the eaves of the temple, many birds stopped at some point.

They didn't bark, and some small animals also came together.

The sun is just right.

The beautiful sunlight shone on many "foreign objects" here.

Those people didn't realize it.

When people see it, they can't react.

Even poisonous snakes sprang out.

All unfold in peace.

Lin Feng sat cross-legged on the steps, the bluestone steps were cold, but Lin Feng didn't care.

No matter men or women, the elderly or children, they unconsciously heard his words in their hearts.

Even if he just sits like this.

All around, everything is quiet.

Lin Feng's words were very deep and steady, and before he knew it, the surrounding clocks began to strike.

The wind weighed down the weeds.

Lin Feng was still telling stories warmly. He told the story of a Daoist Ji, a story of Zong Yang, and a group of Dou Dou families. With his guidance, the popularity of these people gathered together, gently It fell into the fire pond not far away.

Lin Feng told his story that it has nothing to do with good and evil, and evil with evil.

He was telling a story about desire.

While he was talking, some strange shadows, like mushrooms after rain, appeared one by one.

Like living people, they lined up behind everyone one by one.

There is no face, but the body is dirty and black.

A face emerges from the doorway, and a face from behind the window.

These faces were all looking at Lin Feng who was speaking.

That is to say, these listeners were very engrossed and did not observe these "abnormalities".

Otherwise, after they saw it, they might scare away the soul and ask Lin Feng to summon the soul again.

After all, these people are not the same as my brother, only Lin Feng can see them, they just stand there.

Lin Feng took out a lock of hair from his side.

After burning, the wind carried these smells and spread them in all directions.

This trick is called leading the king into the urn.

No one can resist the longevity insect powder, right?

If it could really hold back the attraction of the longevity insect powder, then it deserved to live a long life, and Lin Feng would not pursue it again.

Lin Feng was speaking.

In guiding the spirit of all, gathered in one place.

Also to give an explanation to these shadows.

The old comrade didn't interrupt, he listened very attentively. Compared with other people present, the old comrade knew the most local history, not to mention that he came out after reading the county annals just now, so he knew that the young man in front of him said The names are all real people.

It is a person who actually appeared in the local area 300 years ago.

This gives him a sense of alienation that combines the real history with the fantastical.

It's addictive.

The more the old comrade listened, the more excited he became, and finally he slapped his thigh.

When he read the names of these people before, he was just looking at a person's life.

Their biography is a paragraph.

There is no grand process.

These people, what kind of appearance, what kind of personality, what do they like to do, what do they like to eat.

Reading these, there is no concept.

There is also a limit to brain supplementation.

But the young man in front of him said something different.

What he said was really detailed, as if he could slowly tell everyone and everything, just to show everything in front of his eyes.

Let everyone be there.

Saw the "battle" he said 300 years ago.

For example, Zong Yang he said, Zong Yang in his mouth, is not a county magistrate, not a wise man who is far-sighted and takes three steps.

In his mouth, Zong Yang is a passionate young man who wants to leave his name in the local county annals.

There are some ideas, but not many, and some means, but not enough.

It was a little immature at first.

He also wanted to use the soldiers of the capital to deal with the Jin family, but in order to become famous, he wanted to enter the wolf's den alone to find evidence.

In the eyes of many veterans, this is unbelievable.

But it's not impossible to put it on a passionate young man.

In those few words of records back then, he made the best effort that a single person can do.

"A warrior."

Lin Feng said, "Jinjia Town was originally an extremely chaotic place, there were not many people living and working in peace and contentment, and it is not always true that everyone is a murderer.

But to say that everyone is an honest and law-abiding person is a bit ridiculous to deceive oneself and others.

At that time, because the Jin family was about to do a big event, demons danced wildly in the Jin family town. At that time, the Jin family did some things that violated the laws of heaven in order to raise their family to immortality.

The Jin family suffered disaster, but the Jin family town was not much better.

More than half of the Jin family turned into ghosts without knowing it. Many people died long ago, but they still lived in Jinjia Town as before.

Such disadvantages are extremely deep.

The dead have a place where the dead live, and the living have a place where the living live. If the living and the dead live together, it will break the law.

There are too many souls, and Yin Qi is stagnant in the veins of the earth.

Infiltrating into daily life, over time, it will either be fine, or it will erupt all at once, and the whole region will turn into ghosts.

Erase the roots from the ground.

What happened in Jinjia Town was a big event, yin and yang could not be distinguished, and life and death were hard to distinguish. At that time, Jinjia Town was chaotic, and there were strong people who knew sorcery everywhere.

Walking on the road, I can't tell which one is a living person and which one is a ghost.

Under such circumstances, Zong Yang took over Jinjia Town.

But fortunately, he had the help of Prince Zhuan, and he got some treasures from Prince Zhuan. Between retreating and being a hero, he chose the latter. After pondering for a while, what he did was quite effective.

He did three things.

The first step is Liwei.

He wanted to make these monsters fear him, so he chose to shoot the prisoner in the street.

Those he wanted to shoot were demons, and these demons were not too afraid of ordinary methods.

In ancient times, it was usually the imperial court who imprisoned them in wooden cages, splashed black dog blood, and placed them in the sun for three days.

Then soak in the cesspit.

But any normal person, after such tossing, will die within four or five days if he is dying.

The more powerful ones, some people live longer, but just like this, it further confirms their status as demons.

Among the ancient three teachings and nine streams, executioners are a profession, even if the dynasty changes, these executioners will be fine.

Some methods are only known in their families.

For example, how to deal with the monsters that the court said.

In order to establish his prestige, Zong Yang held a letter of appointment and bombarded these people on the spot. These people thought they had magic skills and could not die.

But Zong Yang has official aura on him, as well as dragon and tiger aura and a firecracker transformed from Buddha's breath, just one click.

The three of them didn't even leave any bone residue behind, and they were sentenced to death!
Everyone is transformed.

The soul is gone!
Not only that, he also punished some evil spirits who had done evil things on the street, stabilizing the morale of the army. "

Having said that, he took out a piece of paper with a drawing of a person on it.

It's Zong Yang.

This was taken out of the temple here when Lin Feng first arrived, and it was inside the body that pretended to be dirty, without any special method.

Lin Feng pointed at the person above.

"This is Zongyang. In this period, there should have been photos. At that time, foreigners already used cameras, but Jinjia Town was deep inland. At that time, cameras were also a precious thing, and they could not be found.

Fortunately, in Jinjia Town, there are some master craftsmen.

Some of them are masters of line drawing. These people are good at line drawing. Although with my shallow knowledge, I seem to remember that ancient paintings emphasize meaning rather than shape. Look out in good spirits!
In white drawing, you can only become a master craftsman, not a master. Fortunately, what I want is not a master painting. This face is exactly the same as the real Zong Yang.

It is almost the same as the photo. Looking at this portrait, you can see Zong Yang. "

Obviously sitting here and taking out the photos, but the images in the photos are all reflected in everyone's eyes.

This is Lin Feng's purpose.

Combining "image", "story", and "incense pointing", the three-in-one, the three-in-one, achieved an instinctive reaction. What he meant was to make everyone think of today's story when they talk about Zongyang. Zong Yang's face, knowing Zong Yang's expression.

Just as he operated like this, facial features appeared on the face of a shadow outside.

It looks exactly the same as Zong Yang.

It was Zong Yang when he was young.

It was Zong Yang's appearance when Lin Feng met Zong Yang.

They may mention what happened today, but they won't think it's wrong. It's a very ingenious psychological method. Lin Feng doesn't even need to use supernatural powers, and they won't feel that their situation today is a bit unusual.

Liars of three teachings and nine streams, in ancient times, used this method superbly. Some people didn't know anything about fortune-telling by breaking down characters, but it didn't affect them to travel around and make a living.

Lin Feng's learning is a bit mixed now.

His mind is still a little messy.

But these skills, he comes at his fingertips.

Establishing an ancestral hall and establishing connections, Zong Yang will only become more real, but he can't become a god, and he doesn't have a broad foundation. Moreover, Zong Yang doesn't want to become a god, he just wants to protect this cultural context.

Next year, in the local schools, next to the sculptures of Confucius, Mencius and the first principal, there will be more sculptures of Zong Yang. This statue can't change anything, he can only gradually nourish the students of Qingqing with his literary spirit.

Every child in the school can see this person and know that this person is Zong Yang.

They may mention this man in their old age.

This is enough.

As for whether it works.

Lin Feng didn't know.

It can be regarded as a good scenery.

Seeing Zong Yang's appearance outside, Lin Feng nodded to him with a slight smile and said, "After clearing the atmosphere in Jinjia Town, Zong Yang wants to figure out who is alive and who is dead here, and wants to Find out what caused the situation in Jinjia Town. At this time, Prince Zuan seems to have other important matters.

Under the fire in the back mountain, the sky did not light up again. After confirming that it was not because of time, Zong Yang became anxious. He gathered all the people together, but people and ghosts were mixed together.

Jinjia Town has become a hunting ground, ghosts cannibalize people, and all kinds of ghosts appear on the street. For no reason, people lose their lives. In the gutter, on the wall, and on the sky, there are everywhere. A deadly ghost.

The Jin family town turned into ghosts overnight, except in front of the Temple of Earth and the temple of Lord Zhuan, where the flames are so bright that they protect the flames..."

Having said that, the old comrade finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He raised his first question, which was, "Didn't Prince Zhuan say that he had already organized Yin soldiers? Why didn't Prince Zhuan take action?"

Lin Feng responded to him and said: "Who told you that Prince Zhuan didn't make a move? Prince Zhuan made a move. In the entire Jinjia Town, the most powerful ghosts, the most powerful gods and demons outside, and the strange underworld that appeared, It was all blocked by Prince Zhuan.

What Jinjiazhen endured was only the aftermath of what was coming. "

(End of this chapter)