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Chapter 300 Irreverent

Seeing this, the old man who had been sitting by the side smoking a pipe, glanced at Fang Yang.

Bang Bang Bang ~!

Holding the pipe in his hand, he tapped a few times on the threshold of the gate of the ancestral hall, emptied the ashes in the pipe, got up, and smiled at Fang Yang, "Master Dao, come with the little old man to have a look!"

"Oh~!"

Frowning, Fang Yang stood up, followed the old man into the ancestral hall, and arrived at the altar in front of the shrine.

Standing still, the old man smiled, stretched out his hand, lifted the red cloth on the altar table, and said to Fang Yang: "We contact the empress, all rely on this ghost head! Usually, if we have something to do, we just need someone to support the ghost head. Light the fragrant yellow paper, and the empress will know that she will come and solve the problem!"

Nod.

Looking at the shaman's head that was originally covered with a red cloth on the altar table, Fang Yang understood in his heart that the so-called contact with the empress was using the method of holding the shaman

This method of supporting spirits has existed in ancient times, and it is mostly used to communicate with ghosts and gods, and it has various forms.

Many people hold shackles, or pens, dustpans... Most of them put them on the sand for easy writing, and then invite ghosts and gods to ask questions and answer them.

Ghosts and gods will attach themselves to the props, write on the sand, and answer the questions they ask.

Of course, this is relatively common. There are also some Fushi who write on wooden tables, or on water, and so on.

Because the method of Fushi is full of mystery and convenient to use, it has been enduring for a long time.

Fuji is a very common method of inviting gods. For example, the dish fairy and pen fairy played by some people in modern times are evolved from Fuji, but these two invite lonely souls and wild ghosts, not heavenly gods, as the saying goes It is easier to invite the gods than to send them away. If you invite a lonely ghost, if you can't send it away well, you will have to bear the consequences.

And looking at the ghost in front of him, Fang Yang knew that this so-called empress must not be some righteous god, but a ghost or spirit from nowhere, pretending to be a god and deceiving the villagers.

As for the thing pretending to be a god, Fang Yang still doesn't know what it is and what purpose it has, but he still needs to inquire about it to be sure.

In addition, the words written on the tablet in this shrine can also prove this point.

I see.

On the mahogany and gold-rimmed tablet, there are six big characters of "Huang Liu Niang Niangzhang" written in gold powder.

Just by looking at this name, one can know that the so-called "Huang Liu Niangniang" is definitely not an orthodox god. Fang Yang has never heard of this name, and even if this "Huang Liu Niangniang" is an orthodox god, he will not It is this type of memorial tablet.

Because, generally gods have titles, it will not be so simple, just write their own titles.

His eyes moved away from the tablet and looked at the ghost head.

What I saw was that the head of the jig was gray and black, and it was shiny. Fang Yang knew it was made of peach wood when he saw it.

This method of supporting the shaman with peach wood can already be regarded as a relatively advanced method of shaman support, because peach wood is a kind of spiritual wood, which can make it easier to complete the shaman, and can more clearly indicate the meaning of the object of the shaman.

But because peach wood has the ability to exorcise evil spirits and avoid evil, ordinary ghosts and evil things dare not touch peach wood at all, let alone use peach wood to support spirits.

It can be seen from this that this thing pretending to be a god is not low.

Otherwise, it would never be possible to use this method of supporting the spirit.

Looking at this jitou again, I can see that the whole jitou is in the shape of a "herringbone" and is made of a whole branch of a tree. When holding up the shaman, the two lower branches are held by one person, and the two branches are held by one person. From the junction of the branches forward, there is about 15 cm longer.

On the middle back of the extra section, vertically press a column of mahogany about 10 cm long and 4 cm thick.

In this way, when holding the shaman, one person holds a branch, and places the end of the mahogany column that is vertically pushed up on the table, and then can write smoothly.

"Then when do you usually ask your wife for help?"

After realizing that the villagers used the method of supporting the spirit to ask the gods, Fang Yang looked at the old man beside him and asked with a smile.

"This is impossible!"

Hearing the words, the old man carefully covered the head of the ghost with a red cloth, and said, "Usually, if there is something, we will open the meeting at any time, and ask your mother to solve the problem. If there is nothing wrong, we will open the meeting according to the rules on the 15th day of the new year, and ask some questions. Things! Of course, if other people come here for fame, we will also open the hall if you ask your mother for something!"

Done.

The enthusiastic aunt who asked Fang Yang to sit down just now also came in. She first lit a stick of incense, knelt down and kowtowed at the so-called empress tablet three times, and then Fang Yang said, "Daoist, you don't know, our village used to We are also often harassed by some ghosts, and we go to the town to invite people to exorcise evil spirits! Until this lady came, our village has never had any incidents, and it has been safe for ten years, so this lady is our village Patronus!"

"Oh~?"

Hearing this, Fang Yang raised his eyebrows. Could it be that Huang Liuniang was a kind-hearted person?She came to this village just to keep the village peaceful?
As soon as he thought about it, Fang Yang shook his head and denied his thoughts.

This is impossible, no matter if it is a ghost or a spirit, it is absolutely impossible to do such a thankless thing.

Pretending to be a god and being enshrined by the villagers of a village, the karma in it is too big, just to protect the villagers, such a big karma?
Shaking his head, Fang Yang doesn't believe that there are such spirits and ghosts who sacrifice themselves for others.

And right now.

Suddenly there was a rush of footsteps outside the ancestral hall, and then, a weeping young woman walked in, wearing a patched and washed white linen clothes.

As soon as she entered the ancestral hall and looked around, she immediately walked quickly towards Fang Yang.

As soon as she got close, without saying a word, the woman knelt down to the old man next to Fang Yang and cried, "Second Uncle, please save my Shiwen, please save my Shiwen!"

heard.

Looking at the crying woman in front of him, the old man sighed. He turned his head and looked at the tablet in the shrine, and then reached out to help the woman up: "Hongmei, let's go out and say, don't disturb your mother here." !"

I don't know.

After breaking free from the second uncle's hand, this Hongmei just couldn't afford it, she just kept begging the second uncle to save her husband, Shiwen.

Seeing this, the aunt at the side hurriedly leaned over, coaxed and lied to help Hongmei up, and walked out of the ancestral hall by the arm of her who kept crying.

As soon as he went out, he saw that the villagers who had been chatting around the gate immediately dispersed to the side like a plague god, looking at Hongmei with disgust in their eyes, but also a little fear.

But Fang Yang frowned when he looked at Hongmei. He actually saw a light yellow gas covering the village on Hongmei. no.

But even so, it was enough to attract Fang Yang's attention. At least, he didn't find this gas in the rest of the villagers.

Following the old man and walking out of the ancestral hall, Fang Yang stood in the crowd, looking at Hongmei being supported by the aunt, and listening to the words of the surrounding villagers.

"This broom star, why don't you just hang out in the village, and you're not afraid of bringing bad luck to others!"

"That's not the way to say it. Hongmei is still a good person, and it's not because of her family that she caused such a thing!"

"That can't be helped. Marry a chicken as a chicken and marry a dog as a dog. She married Shiwen, so she deserves not to be seen!"

"That's right, who told Shiwen to disrespect the empress, and threatened to smash the tablet of the empress! Now it's all over, Shiwen can't afford to be ill, and she is also plagued by bad luck. Whoever meets her will be unlucky!"

"Da Zhuang's mother really doesn't know how to avoid taboos, she even dares to hold Hongmei, she is not afraid of bad luck!"

"Look at what you said, Da Zhuang's mother is the person appointed by the empress to worship, so naturally she is not afraid of being blamed by the empress! We can't do it."

……

Hearing the villagers' whispered comments, Fang Yang smiled, but he became curious about the Shiwen that the villager said. When the whole village believed in Huang Liuniangniang, he even threatened to smash her tablet. He is also a wonderful person.

And because of this, he couldn't afford to get sick. It seems that this disease has an indistinct relationship with the so-called Huang Liu Niang Niang.

Looking at the field, I saw that Hongmei was supported by the aunt, that is, Da Zhuang's mother, while the second uncle standing in front of her lit his pipe again, smoking continuously, with a embarrassed expression on his face.

moment.

Looking at the surrounding villagers, the second uncle sighed: "Hongmei, don't blame the second uncle for not helping him. This Shiwen offended the empress, and the empress is angry. He can't afford it. I also came to the door many times to persuade him, asking him to plead guilty to his mother! But, he is stubborn, he has been ill for almost two years, but he refuses to plead guilty, and now he is terminally ill, and I have nothing to do!"

"Second uncle~!"

Hearing this, Hongmei cried miserably, "Second uncle, can I plead guilty to the empress on his behalf? I will kneel down and kowtow to the empress. As long as my family Shiwen's illness can be cured, I can do anything." ! You can do whatever you ask me to do..."

Cry and cry.

Suddenly, Hongmei broke free from Da Zhuang's mother's hand, and rushed towards the ancestral hall staggeringly, about to kneel down to Huang Liuniang.

See here.

Da Zhuang's mother hurriedly reached out to grab Hongmei again, hugged Hongmei who was struggling violently, and said in a sad voice: "Hongmei, don't mess around! When the class was opened last time, my second uncle had already asked about your family's Shiwen. Damn, the lady said, as long as Shiwen is willing to bow his head and admit his mistake, and sincerely worship, the disease will naturally be cured!

But for this mistake, Shiwen has to admit it himself, and it cannot be replaced by others. Weren't you there at that time?Why don't you understand, what the empress said was to you!She wants you to persuade Shiwen to admit her mistakes, not for you to replace her. "

The voice fell.

Hongmei, who was struggling violently, immediately seemed to have been sucked out of her whole body, and collapsed limply on the ground, staring at the gate of the ancestral hall with blank eyes, muttering in her mouth: "I persuaded him, I persuaded him He, but if he doesn't listen, even if he doesn't listen, there's nothing I can do..."

Ah~!

Seeing Hongmei collapsing on the ground, looking devastated, most of the surrounding villagers also sighed.

But a small number of them showed gloat.

I see.

The two young men looked at Hongmei and muttered softly.

"Called Shiwen to be arrogant, now he will suffer!"

"That's right, didn't he just serve as a soldier in the town for a while! What's the air?"

……

See here.

Shaking his head, Fang Yang glanced at those two people, Fang Yang ignored them, instead stepped forward a few steps to De Hongmei, and looked at her: "Wuliang Tianzun!"

A channel number instantly attracted Hongmei's attention.

He had come here to find out what this so-called god was. Now, since someone was punished by this god, he just went over to see if he could find any clues about this god in Na Shiwen.

Looking up at Fang Yang in front of her, Hongmei wiped her tears with her hand. Although she is heartbroken now, she is still polite.

At this time, seeing Fang Yang choke with one hand and make a Daoji to herself, she immediately endured her grief and got up to return to Fang Yang: "I have met the Daoist!"

"The benefactor is polite!"

Fang Yang smiled when he saw this, "Just now I heard that someone in your house is sick, it just so happens that Pindao has learned a few skills of Qi Huang, I wonder if I can take him to have a look, no way, Pindao can do his best!"

The voice fell.

Before Hongmei could respond, Da Zhuang, who was beside her, hurriedly said, "Master Daoist, I know that being a monk helps the world and saves people, but this Shiwen is punished by God, no matter how good your medical skills are, you may still be powerless. "

As she said that, she was still close to Fang Yang, pointed to the ancestral hall quietly, and said in a low voice: "You might offend your empress, why bother to do so!"

"Thank you benefactor for your concern!"

Fang Yang smiled at the aunt who cared about him, "The poor Taoist travels all over the world in order to accumulate merit. Now, since the poor Taoist has encountered this matter, it shows that there is a destiny in the dark, but to the poor Taoist Come to rescue this person. So, how can the poor do nothing?"

"This……"

Seeing what Fang Yang said, Da Zhuang's mother didn't know what to say, so she opened her mouth and said nothing.

at this time.

"Thank you, Daoist!"

A voice sounded immediately.

Da Zhuang's mother was persuading Fang Yang just now. Although Hongmei, who had realized it, was very willing for Fang Yang to see her husband Shiwen, she couldn't interrupt, so she had to watch Fang Yang nervously from the sidelines, for fear that Fang Yang would listen to Da Zhuang. If he is strong, he won't go.

Now, hearing that Fang Yang was still willing to go, she immediately thanked her, fearing that other people would come to persuade her again, causing extra complications and extinguishing her hard-won hopes.

She completely regarded Fang Yang as her last hope.

smile.

Seeing Hongmei looking at him nervously, Fang Yang said with a smile: "Then please ask the benefactor to lead the way!"

"Good good!"

After answering repeatedly, Hongmei hurriedly stretched out her hand to ask Fang Yang to go.

"Hope nothing happens!"

Looking at the backs of Fang Yang and Hongmei going away, the second uncle took a puff of cigarette, suppressed the anxiety that suddenly rose in his heart, and murmured.

moment.

Follow Hongmei, turn left and turn right, until you arrive at a house with an open door.

Looking up and looking at the room, I saw that there was a thick light yellow gas above the room, and there was faint traces of scarlet gas flowing in it.

As soon as I saw it, I knew it was not a serious thing, but full of evil spirits.

Pushing the door open, he followed Hongmei into the yard. As soon as he entered, a stench immediately filled Fang Yang's nose. He stretched out his hand and waved lightly in front of his nose, but found that it had no effect at all.

This stench doesn't seem to enter from the nose, but it seems to be directly reflected on the nerves.

Go forward, cross the yard, enter the house and reach the door of a room.

Stopping, Hongmei turned around and looked at Fang Yang: "Master Dao, my husband has been bedridden for two years, the scene here...you should be mentally prepared first!"

"Donor, don't worry!"

Nodding at Hongmei, Fang Yang smiled.

"So... Daoist please~!"

After reaching out her hand to signal, Hongmei pushed open the door and invited Fang Yang in.

Go into the room.

I saw that in the simply furnished room, there was only a wooden bed placed against the wall under the wall directly opposite the door. On the bed lay a pale man with disheveled hair and a scrawny man with only his head exposed.

The rest of the place was covered with a thin quilt.

Amidst the strong rancid smell, Fang Yang walked to the bed and looked at Shiwen lying with his eyes closed.

Squinting his eyes, a pale yellow gas invisible to ordinary people must appear in Fang Yang's eyes, and he saw that this gas continuously circulated in Shiwen's body, devouring his life and destroying his body.

Moreover, a faint gray air kept coming out of Zishiwen!

Looking at the gray gas, Fang Yang knew it was death gas, which only appeared on dying people.

Now that the anger of death is emerging from Shiwen, it means that Shiwen is not far from death.

What interested Fang Yang the most was that he actually sensed a weak mana fluctuation in Shiwen's body, and if it wasn't for the existence of this mana, I'm afraid that Shiwen wouldn't be able to make it through now.

Feeling this magical power, Fang Yang understood why the whole village believed in Huang Liuniang, but Shiwen didn't believe it.

Because he is a cultivator himself, he knows more about the affairs of the cultivating world than ordinary people, so he naturally knows that there can be no gods now.

And from the looks of it, it must be because he is a cultivator that he became what he is now. It can be said that he is a thorn in the flesh in the eyes of the so-called Empress Huang Liu!
Taking action against him is also being cleaned up. The reason why he didn't kill him immediately, in Fang Yang's opinion, on the one hand, is to torture Shiwen slowly; on the other hand, it is to strengthen the villagers' belief in her and let them See what will happen if you don't believe her, kill the chicken to make an example to the monkey!
Being able to do such a thing, it can be seen that this so-called Empress Huang Liu is not a soft-hearted person.

Reach out.

Lifting the quilt off his body, he saw that Shiwen was completely naked, his body was exposed, and his exposed pale skin was covered with large and small rotten wounds.

In some places, the wounds have already corroded the skin and flesh, and the bones can be seen in the depths. There are even very small maggots writhing in the rotting wounds.

Looking at Shiwen's rotting body, Hongmei, who had been standing beside her, had seen it many times, but she couldn't stop crying at this moment: "Master Dao, ever since Shiwen got this disease, everyone in the village said it was a disease. No one is willing to step into this house for the punishment of the empress, even Shiwen's uncles and brothers are strangers to us. And Shiwen's parents died young, and I am the only one in the family. I have to take care of Shiwen Wen, while working in the fields, is really unable to do what he wants, so Shiwen has suffered so much, and his whole body is rotten."

heard.

Fang Yang shook his head: "It's not that you don't take good care of him. Even if you don't do anything, just wipe him off and take care of him every day, he will still rot all over. This is because there is a force in his body that is devouring his life and destroying him. body, this is beyond your control."

Hearing what Fang Yang said, Hongmei looked at Shiwen on the bed, and murmured: "Looking at it this way, it's really your mother's punishment!"

"Maybe!"

It was ambiguous, Fang Yang didn't say clearly to Hongmei that this empress, this so-called god, was an evil thing in disguise.

"The priest, can you cure Shiwen?"

Nodding his head, Fang Yang smiled: "It's not difficult to cure him!"

The voice just fell.

Seeing that Hongmei's eyes lit up, she hurriedly said excitedly: "Master Taoist, please show mercy and help me, save Shiwen!"

This can be said to be the only good news she has heard in the past two years.

"Don't worry, benefactor, Pindao will treat him right away." Without any hesitation, Fang Yang prepared to cure Shiwen first, and then he would have some questions to ask Shiwen later.

Done.

I saw Fang Yang raised his hand to clean up the maggots from some of Shiwen's wounds, and then, with a wave of his hand, he cleaned up all the carrion from Shiwen's many wounds.

If the carrion is not cleaned up, even if Shiwen is cured, his wounds will not heal with scabs.

I don't know.

While cleaning the carrion from the wound, Shiwen, who was unconscious before, suddenly opened his eyes, let out a roar, showing pain.

Seeing this, Fang Yang was so angry that he fell into a coma again.

Cleaning up the carrion must be painful, and it was expected that he would wake up from the pain.

Stop the bleeding, and ask Hongmei to wipe Shiwen's body.

Fang Yang then invited Hongmei out, just now it was only a temporary solution, now he has to start to treat the root cause, to get rid of the light yellow gas in his body, otherwise, he will never recover.

After Hongmei left, Fang Yang used his true energy to volley and draw a spring wind turning rain talisman recorded in "Maoshan Secret Record".

According to the records of Maoshan Secret Records, only when one's cultivation reaches the level of a real person can one draw a talisman and cast it. If the cultivation level is not enough, drawing this talisman will not only fail, but will also suffer backlash.

At the slightest, there will be no cultivation base, and at the worst, he will die on the spot!
Although Fang Yang has never practiced Taoism, he is a congenital master in the martial arts. According to Uncle Jiu, Fang Yang's strength is probably comparable to that of a Taoist practitioner. In terms of destructive power, it is still more powerful!

As for how it compares to the master level of a cultivator, Uncle Jiu couldn't tell because he had never seen someone with a master level.

Therefore.

Fang Yang is like a real person, but it doesn't take much effort to draw this "Spring Wind Transforming Rain Talisman" in the sky.

I see.

Following the completion of the 'Spring Breeze and Rain Talisman', Fang Yang waved his hand lightly, and the rune exuding light green light instantly sank into Shiwen's body covered with wounds of all sizes.

'Spring Breeze and Rain Talisman' enters the body.

The surrounding aura shook instantly, gathering around Shiwen's body in an instant. Under the action of the 'spring wind turning rain charm', these auras immediately turned into a little green light, full of vitality.

Constantly submerged into Shiwen's wound.

And as the light spot submerged, one after another granulation sprouted from Shiwen's wound, wriggling continuously, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.At the same time, his originally pale face gradually turned rosy, and his distorted face due to pain also became peaceful, and he let out a steady breath.

See here.

Knowing that the symptoms had been cured, Fang Yang began to treat the root cause.

Both hands are in mudra, the five fingers of the left hand are stretched out flat, the fingertips are facing upwards, the little finger is back from the ring finger, hooking the middle finger, the thumb is clasping the middle finger, and the ring finger is clasping the thumb.

It is precisely the 'Xuantian God Jue' that is pinched, which is a fingering technique that is extremely effective in exorcising evil spirits.

After the printing was completed, Fang Yang lifted the seal and pointed at Shiwen under the guidance of true energy.

Immediately.

A seal exuding a faint golden light rushed towards Shiwen, passed through his body, brought out a large amount of light yellow gas, and disappeared with the disappearance of the 'Xuantian God Jue' seal.

But who knows, this seal did not dispel all the pale yellow gas in Shiwen's body!

It can only be said that the concentration of the light yellow gas in his body has been reduced.

Regarding this, Fang Yang frowned greatly. The 'Xuantian God's Art' just now was a fingerprint specially designed to exorcise evil spirits.

However, the light yellow gas in Shiwen's body could not be completely expelled, and Fang Yang knew the reason, that is, at the moment Yin Jue entered the body, a part of the light yellow gas suddenly burst out with traces of red light.

That is to say, this part of the gas emitting red light has not been expelled by Yinjue, but still remains in Shiwen's body.

Seeing this, Fang Yang frowned, recalling the contents of "Maoshan Secret Record" in his mind to see if there was any record about this situation.

But what Fang Yang didn't know was that just when he formed seals to drive away part of the light yellow gas, on the camphor tree at the entrance of the village, in an inconspicuous, dark tree hole, a pair of green eyes suddenly lit up, Look in the direction where Shiwen's family is.

This tree hole is located in the middle of the camphor tree, above a branch, which is just blocked by the tree branch, and the tree hole cannot be seen at all when standing under the tree.

And this tree hole, starting from the branch, twists and turns, and extends down to the root of the camphor tree.

Those green eyes were at the bottom of the tree hole.

After looking in the direction of Shiwen's house for a while, there was a hint of ferocity in the green eyes, and in a flash, in an instant, they reached the entrance of the cave.

in the sun.

One is more than one meter long without a tail, and the yellow-skinned child covered in white hair, that is, the weasel, is slowly coming out of the tree hole and standing on the tree branch outside the hole.

After twisting his head with a bunch of golden hairs on his forehead, and looking in the direction of Shiwen's house, the yellow skin jumped down from the tree branch and landed gently on the ground.

The height of more than ten meters poses no threat to it.

Regardless of the villagers beside the camphor tree, seeing its horrified eyes, they stepped forward, turned into a white light, and went straight to Shiwen's house.

(End of this chapter)