Six Ways of Fumo

Chapter 4 Ten Thousand Years Yin Virtue
With a plop, Ding Zhiming and his wife both knelt in front of Qiu Sanpo: "Taoist Priest, please show mercy and save my child!"

Qiu Sanqiu pulled up Ding Zhiming and his wife, sighed and said: "This formation is extremely powerful. It can affect the whole body with just one move. If you are not careful, it will lead to a huge disaster. I am afraid that the whole village will be destroyed." No one can escape the disaster of death... So I can't break this formation..."

Ding Zhiming hesitated and said: "Then, can the whole village move together?"

"In such a big village, with a population of more than 800, how easy is it to move together?"

Qiu Sanpo shook his head: "Everyone has lived here for generations, who wants to move away? Besides, this formation is inherently dependent on life and death. Whether it is moving or moving graves, it will cause trouble for the whole village. A catastrophe."

"Then... is there really no way to get the best of both worlds? If there is really no way, I don't care whether others live or die, I will move!" Ding Zhiming stared at the three old men of the Mu family angrily.

"Zhiming, please, don't move..." The three old guys from the Mu family were almost crying, with pleading expressions on their faces.

"Even if you move, you can't guarantee the safety of this child." Qiu Sanqiu knocked on the table, looked at Ding Zhiming and his wife and said, "I have a way to get the best of both worlds. I don't know if you and your wife are willing to do this. ... This child It is a miracle that he can live to be seven years old, which shows that his destiny is extremely tough. Now if I want to save him from death, the only way is for me to take him back to the mountains thousands of miles away and become a disciple of my Taoist disciple in Maoshan. After he completes his Taoist studies , do more good deeds, cultivate more yin virtues, and maybe you can change your destiny against the will of heaven."

"This..." Ding Zhiming and his wife hesitated.

After all, they are their own flesh and blood, and they are only seven years old. How can parents bear to separate like this?

Mr. Ding looked at his son and said, "Zhiming, just listen to the Taoist priest. This is best. Ermiao's life can be saved, and the villagers in the village should not move."

Ding Zhiming was helpless and nodded cruelly, his eyes blurry with tears again.

"Excuse me, Chief Taoist, after you take Er Miao away, will those ghosts from last night... come to cause trouble again?" Mu Zhenhai asked cautiously.

"No, but after I take away Ermiao, the Ding family cannot contact Ermiao through any means. Otherwise, it will easily disturb the ghosts of the Hundred Ghosts Coffin Carrying Array, which will be very detrimental to Ermiao." Qiu Sanqiong said. He said with a beard: "When Ermiao has learned Taoism and accumulated great virtues, he will come back to recognize his ancestors and return to the clan."

Mu Cuizhen nodded, wiped her tears, and stepped forward and said, "Taoist Priest, can you let the child stay at home for a few more days?"

"No, I will take the child back to the mountain."

"Then, did you learn Taoism in Maoshan?" Mr. Ding asked again.

Qiu Sanpo shook his head: "Maoshan is too close, and the Yin spirits in the Hundred Ghosts' Coffin Carrying Formation will notice the existence of Ding Ermiao. Therefore, I have to take my child to a farther place."

At noon, when the sun was shining brightly, Qiu Sanpo left Mu Basin carrying a small coffin.The coffin was covered with Taoist evil-conquering materials such as chicken blood and cinnabar.In the coffin, Ding Ermiao slept.

Qiu Sanpo said that only in this way can the child be taken out safely.

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Twelve years later, some strange ceremony was being held in a dilapidated Taoist temple on Qiyun Mountain in Xichuan.

A vulgar-looking old Taoist stood in front of the incense table with his hands behind his back.Incense sticks were lit on the incense table, and three small bowls were turned upside down.

Opposite the Taoist, a slender young man stood in awe, holding a cup of tea in his hand.

That Taoist was Qiu Sanpo, and the young man was the child dug out of the grave, Ding Ermiao.

Ding Ermiao has a slender figure and handsome facial features, which is in sharp contrast to the wretched Qiu Sanpo.Although Ding Ermiao is only 19 years old, her face still looks a little childish, but her bright eyes are shining with a cunning light.

"Er Miao, you have been with me for 12 years." Qiu Sanpo took the tea from Ding Ermiao's hand, took two sips, and then said slowly.

"Master, it's 11 and a half years. By this year's winter solstice, it's only been 12 years. There's still half a year left..." Ding Ermiao interrupted.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Qiu Sanpo glared at Er Miao, and continued: "You have almost learned my skills. After offering tea today, you will officially become a registered disciple of my Maoshan Taoism. The three little ones in front of you Bowl, you can choose one."

Ding Ermiao bent down and looked at the small bowls that were upside down on the incense table. He tapped this and that one with his hands. Then he raised his head and asked, "Master, what is in these three bowls?"

Qiu Sanpo took a few more sips of tea and said with a proud face: "There is nothing in the bowl, but... there is a word on the bottom of the bowl."

"Words?" Ding Ermiao was very interested: "Master, why are there words written in the bowl? What are the words?"

"In the three bowls, there are written 'poor, young, and lonely' respectively. You choose one. You must choose one." Qiu Sanpo twisted his beard with his hand and said: "This is the rule set by the ancestors, and it has been like this throughout the ages."

"Then what do these three words... mean?" Ding Ermiao asked.

Qiu Sanpo nodded: "This character is called the character of fate, and it determines the fate of your life. 'Poverty' means that you are poor and have no money left, and you will never have money for the next night; 'Yao' means that the sky will not match your longevity. Pass away, dying before the age of 30, and cannot be saved by gods; 'Gu', a lone star of evil that destroys his wife and children, is doomed to be unable to have a family and be alone for the rest of his life."

"Ah...?" Ding Ermiao shouted: "Master, are you too insidious? This is not fun, let's change the gameplay. If I choose an 'orphan', I won't kill you. Already?"

Qiu Sanpou grinned: "Master will not die, stop blabbering and quickly choose a bowl!"

"Ok."

Ding Ermiao cried and muttered non-stop. After choosing for a long time, he turned the bowl in the middle over.

"Master, what a good sign, it actually has the word '福'!" Ding Ermiao looked down at the bottom of the bowl, overjoyed.

"Is it the word '福'?" Qiu Sanqian's face was filled with black lines, and he casually opened the other two bowls.On the bottom of those two bowls, one says 'Lu' and the other says 'Shou'!
"You, you, you bastard..." Qiu San was so pathetic that he pointed at Ding Ermiao and cursed: "You must have known that you were going to choose your destiny today, so you secretly changed my bowl. I, I... …I’m so angry at you that my balls hurt!”

Ding Ermiao sniffed and said seriously: "Master, I think you don't have pain in your balls, but in your stomach."

"Uh..., how do you know?" There were a few more black lines on Qiu Sanpo's face.

"Because, I put a little laxative in the cup of tea I gave you just now..."

"Son of a bitch——!" Qiu Sanpo had already run towards the alchemy room in the backyard before Ding Ermiao could finish speaking.Behind him, Ding Ermiao shrugged.

After a while, Qiu Sanpo came over with a porcelain bottle in his hand, and poured the antidiarrheal water in the porcelain bottle into his mouth as he walked.

"Master, I forgot to tell you," Ding Ermiao took two steps forward and lowered his hands and said, "I also replaced this bottle of anti-diarrheal water with diarrhea medicine."

"Ah?" Qiu Sanpo's expression changed. He squatted down with his belly in his arms. He pointed a finger at Ding Ermiao and cursed, "You white-eyed wolf who deceives your master and destroys his ancestors. Why do you treat your master like this?"

Ding Ermiao touched his chin: "Because I have wanted to go down the mountain for a long time, but you have never agreed. I have been on the mountain for 11 and a half years and have never left the mountain. Can I not be anxious? So I have to let you squat for a few times. I can only escape from the hut in the sky."

The expression on Qiu Sanpo's face was extremely painful, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He squatted on the ground and yelled a few times, and then cursed: "You haven't been down the mountain? You sneaked down the mountain last month to peek at Aunt Zhang's daughter Hongyu." Auntie Zhang told me all those things!"

"This is impossible, Master! I really didn't look at Hong Yu. But... there seems to be something wrong with the gold necklace around Hong Yu's neck. It actually floated on the bath water." Ding Ermiao said angrily:
"The Zhang family's aunt has ruined my reputation, and I can't let her go. I'm going down the mountain right now. When I pass by her house, I'll confront her clearly and ask her to clear my name!"

"You brat..., after you come down from the mountain, you must cultivate more yin virtues. Only after you have accumulated thousands of years of yin virtues can you return to your hometown to recognize your ancestors and return to your clan. Otherwise...otherwise you will definitely die a good death." Qiu Sanpo's expression was painful, but his eyes were full of pain. He didn't mean much to blame, and his tone was very solemn.

Qiu Sanpo has said this to his disciple many times.As long as Ding Ermiao comes within three hundred miles of his hometown, he will be attacked by the coffin-carrying array of hundreds of ghosts.The only way at present is to accumulate more Yin virtue to avoid this difficulty.

Subduing a hundred-year-old evil ghost will accumulate a hundred years of evil virtue; saving a hundred-year-old evil ghost will also accumulate a hundred years of evil virtue.By analogy, if Ding Ermiao wants to accumulate ten thousand years of evil virtue, he needs to recover a hundred evil ghosts that are hundreds of years old, or to save a hundred evil ghosts that are centuries old.

"I know, I know!" Ding Ermiao waved his hand impatiently: "Master, you will definitely be fine in the future. You are almost 90 years old, and you still help Aunt Zhang's water fetching and massage her whole body. It's really What a great evil spirit..."

"You know what the heck!" Qiu Sanpou blushed: "Why am I trying to please Aunt Zhang so that she can make shoes and clothes for you? Everything you are wearing was sewn by Aunt Zhang stitch by stitch... …”

(End of this chapter)