Book of the Heavens

Chapter 55

"What is 'digging jujue chicken'? A kind of monster that the old Taoists don't know, or a ghost?" Uncle Jiu asked doubtfully.

Hearing this, Yang Hao immediately didn't know what to say.

In this day and age, it seems that there are no excavators, at least not in China.

"Uh, that's an upgraded version of a man-made shovel, used for digging... Anyway, what I mean is, if someone digs this land in the future, the seal you set at this time may not be very useful, right?" Yang Hao said.

"People?" Uncle Jiu was taken aback, then seemed to think of something, shook his head and said, "Of course it's useless, no matter how powerful the seal is, it can't stop people from digging."

Although this is a world full of ghosts and monsters, and monsters are the main theme, people are still the protagonists of this world.

On the good side, the most powerful ones are the heroic spirits of the ancestors of the various sects on that day.On the bad side, those who cause harm to the world are also ghosts that people turn into.Most of the negative things in this world are caused by people, and it is not wrong to reap the consequences.

As for goblins and pure zombies without souls, they are far less harmful than ghosts.

"If you can't stop people from digging, isn't it going to come out sooner or later?" Yang Hao said: "At that time, there may not be an expert like you who can resolve it. It might be a catastrophe!"

What he was talking about was exactly the Chu Renmei who would ravage the entire city decades later in the plot.

The situation where you would die if you just drank the "tap water" was far more serious than it is now, and the key is that no one has been able to resolve it yet.

"Xiao Ming" and "Xiao Qiang", who were almost resolved, also died in the hands of Chu Renmei.

Of course, he doesn't really care about decades later, after all, he is not from this world at all, the world has its own running track, and he doesn't need to care about it.The reason why he said it was just because he thought of it, so he told Uncle Jiu casually.

"You're still thoughtful." Uncle Jiu said.

Ever since, Chu Renmei, who had even chosen a cemetery, did not want to be buried.

"Then what to do?" a villager asked.

"Build an ancestral hall!" Uncle Jiu said: "Chu Renmei has dispelled her grievances at this time. The reason why she can't be saved is because of the bad karma caused by killing her before. If you enshrine her in the ancestral hall, you can use your vows to dissolve her grievances." Sin, she will wash away everything in a short time, and go into reincarnation."

Having said that, he paused for a moment, and then said: "Even if she doesn't enter reincarnation, she will wake up after she has the power of will, and she will not harm anyone again just like she was alive."

"But our village is so poor that we can't even offer land..." Shaocun looked embarrassed.

He prefers burial, which is so simple and safe.

As for future troubles, he believes that no one will dig graves in the deep mountains and old forests here.

"It's as simple as it gets. It doesn't matter whether it's luxurious or not. The important thing is that you have sincerity." Uncle Jiu said, "Just worship once a year on Qingming Festival, offering some melons, fruits and steamed buns for at most ten years, and that's enough. "

Hearing this, the villagers didn't say anything more, and soon built a "Aunt Mei's Ancestral Hall" according to what Uncle Jiu said.

And the person in charge of managing the ancestral hall is none other than Li Qiang.

At this time, Uncle Jiu used cinnabar to draw a talisman on a stone, turned it into gold, put it on the mourning hall and said to Li Qiang: "As the saying goes, 'Sincere sincerity, gold and stone are opened', when will this stone crack? Now, you can bury your aunt Mei, and you don't need to worry about others disturbing her rest."

"I wrote it down." Li Qiang said.

Then, with the gratitude of all the villagers, Uncle Jiu took a "copper coin" and left the village with Yang Hao.

"My generation of practitioners, although we don't ask for anything in return for doing good deeds, we still have to collect symbolic thanks." Uncle Jiu said over and over again as he walked: "This thing has merit, virtue and luck, and it is the great gift of us cultivators." Assistance, the more you receive, the more refined your cultivation, and the easier it will be to cast spells. Of course, this "more" refers to the number of times, not the amount. No matter how much you charge for a good deed, it is only counted once. Too much would be bad."

Hearing this, Yang Hao couldn't help being amazed.

"I see that although you are profound in Taoism, you seem to know nothing. Who did you learn from?" Uncle Jiu suddenly asked.

Regarding this, Yang Hao smiled and said: "I don't have any mastery. If you read more books and learn more, you will be able to do everything. If you are interested, Uncle Jiu, you might as well come to my house. I have many ancient years here. Even if it is based on your Daoism cultivation base like Uncle Ninth, it will be of great benefit to read the lost and legendary book."

Naturally, he wanted to fool Uncle Jiu over, and then try to get Uncle Jiu to stay with Maoshan Daoist.

However, this is not all deceit, as far as the era is concerned, most of his collections are indeed "ancient books", but they are not from this world.

"An ancient book?" Uncle Jiu couldn't help but become interested.

Then, under the leadership of Yang Hao, he came to the library.

As soon as he started, he immediately saw four men, four women and eight "servants" - at the first glance, he really didn't see anything, he just thought they were ordinary servants, which is not uncommon in this era, after all, Although the Manchu dynasty fell, the habit of the big families to keep attendants still persists.

However, when he noticed the faint spell fluctuations and looked at it carefully, he was shocked.

"This turned out to be... a Taoist soldier?" Uncle Jiu said in amazement.

Because it is a product of Taoist magic, even if the world is different, he can recognize it even if he is a master of Taoism.

"Yes, this is a Taoist soldier built by Zhuge Kongming, the Prime Minister of Shu during the Three Kingdoms period, using the 'Taiping Essential Technique' and the 'Zhuge Trick Technique'." Yang Hao said with a smile: "A total of twelve were built at that time, and four were built Zhuge Liang stayed behind to push the chariot, and the remaining eight became my chariot drivers."

Hearing this, Uncle Jiu had a look of emotion on his face.

However, he didn't think too much about it, he just thought that the ancestors of Yang Hao's line got the Taoist soldiers and passed them on to him.

After all, high-level Dao soldiers hardly wear out and can be used for many years.

"Come, please come inside." Yang Hao greeted.

Uncle Jiu followed him in, and soon saw the rows of bookshelves and the collection of books.

The science and technology are all in simplified characters, he can't understand and is not interested, so he skips it at a glance.As for those with magical powers, when he read books such as "Zhuge Shufa", "Zhengdao Jing", "Taiping Yaoshu", his face was blank for a moment.

Because the origins of these things are too amazing.

However, as a descendant of Maoshan, although he was shocked, he didn't read it, because Maoshan disciples don't learn spells from other sects.

In order to suppress his heartbeat, he turned his head and looked at the "martial arts" books next to him.

Immediately, he was even more shocked.

"This 'Dragon Elephant Prajna Kungfu' can really cultivate the power of 'Ten Dragons and Ten Elephants'?" Uncle Jiu looked at the cover introductions one by one, and said dumbfounded: "This 'Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms' can really cultivate the power of 'Ten Dragons and Ten Elephants'?" Hitting a distance of several zhang, is it powerful enough to break mountains and crack rocks? And this 'Xia Ke Xing' can actually 'sword Qi spanning thirty thousand miles', even the gods can't do it?"

(End of this chapter)