The years of reselling the haunted house

Chapter 35 The turbid air, the soul of destiny

Fortunately for me, it was not the third uncle who was hanging from above.

My tense nerves instantly relaxed.I don't want to do this kind of inhuman torture again.

But looking at the Taoist robe on the corpse above, I have a new kind of worry.The third uncle claims to be a Taoist priest, even though he is a bit irregular in my opinion.But he is also a Taoist after all, is there any necessary connection between him and this hanging Taoist priest?Or is it all a coincidence?

I waited for a while, then managed to get up from the ground, and asked Ma Di who was still looking up at the corpse: "Old Ma, you are well-informed, do you know what's going on? The dripping thing is Corpse oil?"

I made a preliminary judgment myself, because I have already discovered that the liquid dripping from the corpse, after dripping, just fell on the mulberry plant on the coffin in an unbiased manner.And when I leaned over just now, my head just caught the liquid.

Ma Di nodded and said, "You are right, it is indeed corpse oil."

I looked at that Mo Daluo, who grew up there, especially gloomy.My heart trembled, a plant actually gave me a heart of fear.

I wiped the sweat from my forehead and sighed: "No wonder this thing is called Hell Grass. It grows on the coffin and is watered with corpse oil, and it grows so lush and lush. Isn't it too evil?"

Ma Di probably saw this situation for the first time, and his face was a little dignified. He thought about it carefully, and said: "Seeing this, I think of an introduction to Madura. Which ancient book did I read?" I forgot about it."

I thought Ma Di was old, so I reminded him, "Is it the book we saw in the library?"

Ma Di shook his head: "Of course not, it's all said to be ancient books. Most of the books in the library are official works, and there are many things that can't be put on the table at all. The introduction of that book to Metaura is too good. It’s general. As far as I know, Meditara is just one big category, which is divided into many sub-categories. For example, peony flowers are divided into three categories and twelve types. Great Wei Zi, Zi Chong Lou, etc..."

This strange professor is really knowledgeable and understands everything. I thought he was going to talk about it, so I quickly stopped him: "I'm talking about old horses. I'm not interested in peonies. If you're free, you can talk about it." Let me popularize it again. You just tell me what is going on with this Madura."

In fact, my heart was very anxious at this time, and I was extremely worried about Third Uncle and Liang Yue.So when I saw the hanging Taoist priest, I thought of Uncle San.I still feel that this Taoist priest has something to do with what happened to the third uncle.So I want to find out why this Taoist priest is hanging here.

Ma Di, on the other hand, remained calm and steady, and continued: "I should have read about this Mo Tuo Luo in the Baicao Jing or Ben Cao Lu. I recalled it carefully, and I remembered that it seemed to be written in the ancient book: Tuo Luo, the star of the four evil spirits of Ziwei. Also known as Ma Saosha, the five elements belong to gold. Life Tuoluo, ruthless inside and empty outside, lingering husband and son, not abiding by women's morals, and shameless. Moshiduoluo, Budigeng grows ink leaves, the stems are poisonous, good at absorbing turbid and rotten air, good for using the soul of Dao and fate, It grows from rotten wood, and grows according to the soul energy. It has a son, and the son has a heavy platform, and the yellow is produced from the middle, which is also used in the fairy scriptures. The number of the Big Dipper, the son can revive the soul and continue to live..."

Ma Di spoke clearly and logically, and I was dumbfounded when I heard it here. He can recite such a long passage fluently.You should know that this strange professor is almost sixty depending on the situation, right?Does he have a photographic memory?
It was only later that I realized that the title of this strange professor was really not just me calling him that.In their academy, many people called him that behind his back.This strange word is not derogatory. On the one hand, it is because of his style of acting, and on the other hand, it mainly praises Ma Su for his strange talent.In some academic things, Ma Su really has a photographic memory.In one of his minds, it is basically a living dictionary.I was also very honored to meet him. In the experience after that, the strange professor Ma Di relied on his knowledge to save the lives of my third uncle and me more than once.

Ma Su spoke very fast, and most of them were ancient Chinese. I could only understand them with a little understanding. He pointed to Mo Daluo and asked, "Old Ma, the meaning in the ancient book is that this thing likes rotten air. That's why it grew so well on the ancient coffin?"

Ma Di nodded, and further explained: "That's right. And after this thing grows up, it will produce seeds. There is yellow powder in the seeds, which are said to be able to revive the soul, that is to say, it has the effect of bringing the dead back to life. But if you want to produce seeds, it is very difficult. It’s not easy. The methods recorded in ancient books are formed by nourishing the turbid qi and the soul of Dao Ming.”

"This is too outrageous, isn't there really something that can bring the dead back to life?" I said in amazement.

Ma Di shook his head and said, "It's said in the ancient books. As for bringing the dead back to life, I don't believe it either. At least I haven't encountered it before."

I touched my face, there was still the liquid from the corpse on it, I couldn't help but vomited a few more mouthfuls, and asked: "The rotten air, the soul of fate. Then this thing..."

Pointing to the corpse above, Ma Di said: "The corpse oil is a combination of soul and body fluids. I guess, the person who arranged this game must also know the method recorded in the ancient book. The soul of Taoism should be cultivating Taoism." The soul of a person. As far as I know, the soul of a person who cultivates the Tao is purer and clearer. A person who has a certain level of Taoism has a pure soul in his body. The coffin should be the owner of this coffin, which was used to wrap the eight pythons at that time. Dragon's vicious and vicious people. These corpses were not disposed of, but put back into the coffin and placed here. If I guessed correctly, this kind of Madura needs the number of Big Dipper, which is seven .So, next, we may encounter this kind of coffins and corpses..."

Ma Di's words made me nervous again.I was right, the third uncle was indeed related to the hanging Taoist priest.What they have in common is that they are all cultivators.For this Mo Daluo, it is exactly the same as that of the soul of destiny.

I followed Ma Su anxiously and continued to walk along the passage.

Sure enough, as Ma Di said, every time we walk a certain distance, there will be a tomb like the one just now, and the overall structure is a bit like candied haws.And in each tomb, there is a coffin, on which grows a Madara plant.And on the top of the Murdara, there is a corpse of a Taoist priest.

Those corpses were dressed in various styles of Taoist robes, and their death conditions were very miserable.The corpse oil that flowed from the corpse dripped onto Namodara.

Every time I come to the tomb, I get nervous.I was afraid to see my third uncle hanging on it too.

We walked through seven tombs in a row, and there were seven Taoist priests hanging from them.I didn't see the third uncle inside, which made my heart a little more at ease.But other than that, we didn't find any clues about Uncle San and Liang Yue.

We have no other choice at this time, but we can only walk forward with our heads depressed, hoping that there will be things and clues we want ahead.It's just that we have passed through seven tombs, seen seven sages, and reached the number of Big Dippers mentioned by Ma Di. I don't know what to see next, and my heart is always uneasy.

As I walked, I asked Ma Di: "Old Ma, don't you really want to get that kind of meth? Why don't you pick them?"

Ma Di shook his head: "I came here in a hurry this time, and I didn't have any equipment on me. After picking that kind of mulberry, it will wither soon. After I figure out the situation, I will bring people back."

I smiled wryly and said, "I don't know if we will have a chance to come again."

Ma Di didn't speak, and pointed to the front: "This is another tomb."

We passed through the cave, and sure enough, we came to another tomb.But when I saw this tomb, I felt my head was a little big.

Because there are three holes in this tomb, which is the tomb where we encountered the tomb monkey attack.We went around and around, and finally came back to the original point.But the strange thing is that the tomb monkey I stabbed to death disappeared mysteriously.

In order to make sure that we did not admit our mistakes, we searched in the tomb. There were traces of our fight on the ground, and there were still many white hairs on the tomb monkey.

And there are two openings on the left and one on the right. The spider web on the left has been torn off by us, and we came out from the opening on the right.In other words, the two openings on the left and right are connected.We have already walked through this underground tomb as a whole.At this time, we can walk back to the underground garage along the passage we came from.

Then the problem came again. At that time, we confirmed that the tomb monkey was indeed dead.So where did its body go?Is there a third person in this tomb?
Just at this moment, a soft and sad flute sound drifted over.

"Human bone flute." Although the sound of the flute was very weak, to Ma Di and I, it was no different from a deafening gong.

I was shocked, and turned my head around to find the source of the flute sound.

But the sound of the flute sounded very ethereal, and it seemed that there was a flute sound coming from every direction you turned.And the sound of the flute seemed to seep from the earthen wall, making me unable to tell the direction at all.

The sound of the flute is weird, maybe Ma Di and I have been stared at when we came to this underground tomb.

Thinking of this, I felt a chill down my spine, and another pair of eyes seemed to be staring at me from behind.

I walked quickly to the opening on the left, from which we entered the tomb inside.I squatted down and examined the ground carefully.

The floor of the entire tomb was covered with a layer of floating soil.Our footprints are clearly visible on it.

On the ground, the footprints are very messy, definitely not the appearance of two people stepping on it.

After careful screening, I found that in addition to the footprints of me and Ma Su, there was indeed a third person's footprints.

(End of this chapter)