Live broadcast: The female heavenly master slays demons and protects the Tao in the power plot

Not good.

Du Manzhi thought that she could channel spirits, but she could not cure all diseases.

Miss Yan’s biological mother died in childbirth and had a hemorrhage. Not to mention the poor medical conditions in ancient times, it would be difficult to treat her in a modern hospital.

Moreover, with such a strong ghost energy in the dream, there is probably a big guy hiding somewhere. Is it possible that it is the ghost that Mrs. Yan turned into after her death?

She was straightforward: "What is your obsession in this dream? Are you afraid that your mother and brother will die?"

Miss Yan hesitated slightly and said yes.

"Where is the delivery room? I'll go take a look."

If Mrs. Yan's ghost is there, as Miss Yan, she is absolutely safe.

When she followed the instructions and ran into the yard, Mrs. Yan's body had just been taken out.

Suddenly a strong wind lifted the white cloth, revealing the woman's flushed face.

Mrs. Yan was holding a baby boy with a deformed skull. The bodies of the mother and baby were connected together and were probably inseparable. The baby boy's blooming back head was facing the door.

The situation was so tragic that Du Manzhi felt a little uncomfortable looking at it.

Then I thought about it, if Miss Yan witnessed this scene with her own eyes, maybe this was the source of her fear?

Du Manzhi ran in that direction, and the blood stains snaked down to the soles of his shoes, leaving two rows of incomplete footprints on the blue bricks. Each mark looked like a skull missing half of its head.

The baby boy leaned in his mother's arms, his soft skull was deformed by the fall, and blood and serum traced lines along the edges of the bones, like a silent accusation against the murderer.

"Mom! Brother!"

Miss Yan's scream suddenly exploded across the sea of ​​consciousness. Du Manzhi was caught off guard and the sole of his foot slipped!

In the blink of an eye, she was back in the original cabin!

What the hell? Still have a reset?

Why did she return to the initial state? What did she do wrong?

Should I get close to the body?

still is……

Thinking of that scream, Du Manzhi was really annoyed with this delayer: "Listen carefully, if I don't call you later, don't open your eyes and don't speak!"

She simply put the threat on the table.

"At worst, we'll be trapped in a dream together! When your yang life is exhausted and the yin comes to seduce your soul, they will definitely rescue me along the way.

"I ended up in this situation just to save you. The worst result is that Yin helps me find another body to repay Yang. But you hurt my life and I will definitely suffer after death!

"I'm not afraid of wasting time here. You have to figure out what to do."

This time, Du Manzhi ran with the momentum of fighting for his life.

However, when she ran outside the delivery room, the time was obviously much shorter than last time, but the body was still carried out at the moment she stopped.

"..."

If you don’t believe it anymore, come again!

Du Manzhi hit the servant woman carrying the body like a cannonball, and fell hard next to Mrs. Yan.

Amid their screams, reincarnation resets!

The third time, she ran away without saying anything.

The wind blew open the white cloth, and the angle and amplitude were exactly the same as the previous two times. The rustling of the leaves seemed to laugh at her useless efforts.

At this point, she had to admit that the death of Mrs. Yan's mother and son was bound to happen in the dream.

Not close this time.

Letting the servants carry the body away, she found a utility room to hide in and think quietly.

The baby was as strong as a normal baby boy, but there was a fleshy tail under his tailbone that reached as long as his calf.

In the feudal era, no one dared to let anyone know that there was a freak in their family. The higher the rank, the more noble the family valued their reputation.

She asked Miss Yan: "Who fell to death your brother?"

"It's the old lady, his grandmother."

Miss Yan is the eldest daughter, who is also her biological grandmother. She chose to use the title "Old Madam", which shows that she hates the murderer who killed her brother.

Du Manzhi asked again: "Is she afraid that this matter will spread out and affect the reputation of the Yan family?"

"More than that, this is her own fault! She didn't dare to let her grandfather know, and she lied that her younger brother was born dead. She also said that my mother had a difficult delivery because she was too weak."

"Why is it her fault? What did she do?"

Miss Yan said with hatred: "She was angry that my mother could not give birth to an eldest grandson. She gave her countless decoctions and so many folk remedies. It was her who spoiled her brother!"

Du Manzhi frowned, she remembered something similar.

In the last century, there was a group of scammers selling reincarnation pills everywhere, promising to refund the money on the spot if they would not give birth to a boy.

The principle is that by injecting a large amount of androgens into the mother's body in the third trimester of pregnancy, the baby will have a chance of showing the physical characteristics of a boy.

This drug has produced a large number of babies with hermaphroditism. By the time families realize that their babies are fake boys, the scammers have already taken the money and run away.

The old lady was determined to get her daughter-in-law pregnant and have a baby, but the grandson she had finally hoped for was like this... That tail was like a slap on her old face.

Feeling guilty and angry, she threw the baby boy to death on the spot and tried to cover up the evidence of the crime.

Let’s talk about Mrs. Yan.

Du Manzhi saw that she was so thin that she was almost out of shape. It must be true that she was frail. Moreover, she was a baby with a strong body and an extra tail, making it twice as difficult to give birth.

The child she had worked so hard to give birth to was thrown to death on the spot. The severe stimulation caused her to haemorrhage, and she was unable to say goodbye to her daughter properly until her death.

……

Du Manzhi didn't know what to evaluate.

"Then...where is your father?"

When it comes to him, Miss Yan is not sad at all: "He died of illness, and his brother is a posthumous son."

"Your grandfather, Old Master Yan, doesn't he care about you either?"

"My grandfather went south to oversee the imperial examinations and was not in the capital. At this time, the old lady is in charge of the house."

Du Manzhi still felt something was wrong. It was not in line with funeral etiquette when those people carried the body.

"Aren't there people from your mother's family as well?"

"My mother was also a daughter of a famous family when she got married. Later, my grandfather was convicted and the whole family was executed. Although the daughter who married outside the family was spared, no one can stand up for her mother anymore."

"..."

Du Manzhi felt panicked.

She knew that women in a patriarchal society had a low status.

I used to know that they were suffering through books and video materials.

Marriage and childbirth are unavoidable hurdles for them. Giving birth to a child is like going to hell. Some people survive it safely, while others pass away.

Ding Cuiyun, the daughter-in-law of the Niu family whom I met before, raised her only son Chang'er to such an old age, but she fell into the trap of the carpenter next door and lost her son. She almost didn't survive.

If you are born without nourishment, if you are born with nourishment, you will suffer on both sides.

When Du Manzhi was in this dynasty that did not exist in history, she had seen the epitome of countless persecuted women from a few women.

She suddenly wanted to do something for so many female compatriots.

Because she has enjoyed all the benefits of modern women, and was lucky enough to be resurrected from the dead and enjoy a second life, she doesn't like to see others suffering through misery.

Where to start?

Before she could calm down and think about this problem, the timeline in the dream sped up.

She experienced a serious illness in Miss Yan's body.

No serious master came to take a look, only a few girls in their early teens took turns taking care of her.

The old lady refused to call some reliable nuns to come over.

Because she heard that Mrs. Yan had a childhood sweetheart before she got married, she suspected that her granddaughter was not a descendant of the Yan family.

Du Manzhi: I tui!

Recuperate behind closed doors.

Oh, the disease is not cured, and she is about to starve to death!

Fortunately, the timeline is speeding up again.

Mrs. Yan returned to Beijing early.

That day, Du Manzhi noticed that for the first time a ray of sunlight appeared in the bloody sky.

The old master used the power of thunder to do three things.

One is to imprison the paranoid and crazy wife in the Buddhist hall.

The second is to ask the palace to send someone over to hold a grand funeral for the daughter-in-law.

Third, he took the young Miss Yan with him and taught her personally.

Du Manzhi: "Are these true?"

Miss Yan was silent for a while and then said: "My mother was the daughter of a criminal, and the funeral was simple... The rest is true."

Oh.

Therefore, it was Miss Yan's best wish for the palace to send someone to attend the funeral.

Her wish materialized in her dream.

In other words, Miss Yan's wishes can change the dream.

"Then think about it and let us out!"

Miss Yan explained in a low voice: "I thought about it, but I couldn't get out."

……

Time passes.

Du Manzhi's wrist was pinched, the bamboo whip was swung out, and the sky was filled with light and shadow, and the white and tender palms gradually bulged.

"If you are too playful and lazy, I will punish you by copying the Analects of Confucius once, without making a single mistake!"

Old Mrs. Yan put down the bamboo whip and slowly walked out of the study with his hands behind his back.

She blew on her palms. It didn't hurt, and she found it quite interesting.

When the old lady was very angry, her eyes would pop out of their sockets.

Moreover, there was a three-inch high flame on top of his head, and behind him was a two-meter-long thick tail covered with scales.

Du Manzhi stared at the traces of the big tail dragging on the ground: "You have quite a rich imagination."

Miss Yan was so ashamed that she felt ashamed.

"Is your brother's tail real?"

She was stunned: "Of course."

"You're afraid of your brother's body, aren't you?"

"……Yes."

"You are also afraid of Old Master Yan who urges you to study and practice calligraphy, so he has a tail in your dream, and he will get angry when he is angry."

"..."

"In reality, he makes you practice calligraphy, punishes you to copy books, requires you to memorize the Four Books and Five Classics, and trains women. You know it is for your own good, so you tolerate it all."

Du Manzhi showed confusion and said in a bewitching tone:

"But this is a dream. If we don't like it, why do we continue to endure it?"

Miss Yan understood what she meant: "You mean...resistance is the only way out?"

"How will you know if you don't try? Just wait and see."

……

Du Manzhi was actually very grateful that Taifu Yan caught her reading and writing.

That was an old master who spanned two dynasties and survived three emperors!

She, a semi-illiterate who just came to Daqing, can be taught one-on-one and round-the-clock by the top education experts in the country, with no holidays throughout the year. What is this called?

It's like sleeping on a pillow, isn't it?

It's a bit hard, but this is an opportunity that many students outside can't ask for, okay!

Old lady, I'm offended.

Let’s repay the kindness of teaching later.

Du Manzhi grabbed a handful of waste paper with still wet ink on it and dragged the imperial chair to the door.

Old Master Yan was 1.75 meters tall. Counting the height of the flames, he could easily exceed the height of the door. Therefore, when he walked over, he left a little spark on the top of the door——

It was like this before, but the fire would go out automatically and the study had never caught fire.

But before she put it out, she used waste paper to get the kindling.

First burn the Analects, then grab the spine of the Analects and light the copybook and rough-edged paper.

Du Manzhi showed a strange smile.

The fire spread from the study.

The servants rushed to put out the fire.

Someone else complained that the eldest lady set the fire!

She heard Mrs. Yan roaring behind her, but she had already escaped from the fire in the chaos and went straight to the yard where Mrs. Yan gave birth.

Miss Yan's tone was filled with panic: "Why... why are you here?"

Du Manzhi said lightly: "Don't you always wear that rhinoceros horn-scented silver hairpin? Why, you don't want to see your mother anymore?"

"how do you know?!"

Du Manzhi also wanted to know how much Miss Yan knew.

She started from how she discovered that there was something wrong with the silver hairpin, followed the clues to search the corpse array in Yan Mansion and the stable, and also talked about how the corpse was shot on the spot after causing trouble.

Miss Yan was shocked and said it was impossible, how could it be like this?

"How could this be? Because you provided a hiding place for the gangsters. I suspect they have reasons to retaliate against the Yan family, and you handed over the knife! It seems that you hate the Yan family as much as he does."

"That's not the case! He said he had no children to support him in old age and was homeless. I saw how pitiful he was, so I agreed to let him live in his home... The silver hairpin was the reward he gave me, saying it would make me dream of the person I want to see. …”

Du Manzhi wrote down her confession, but did not believe that she was completely innocent. He shrugged and said:

"Then do you know why you are sick? The old man does not have a son, because his son became a ghost first and went to your boudoir every night to suck your essence."

Miss Yan was shocked.

She continued: "The person you want to see, I guess, is your mother. I will take you to meet her in person."

Miss Yan: "...No!"

She couldn't help it.

I must go out this time!

Du Manzhi uncovered the talisman paper and door god portrait on the courtyard door, and pushed open the wooden door!

As soon as the door opened, evil wind blew out.

The blood stains left behind by the corpse have dried up in the cracks of the bricks. Wherever the gaze can be seen, there are old yellow talismans covered with dust everywhere.

The talisman paper was blown to the ground and rolled into a ball of waste. When the paper ball was about to hit her shoes, it turned strangely.

Well, it can be seen that the hostess welcomes her quite a lot.

There is also a tilted altar table in the yard, and the ritual implements are rusty, indicating that rituals were performed here but failed. The perpetrators fled and did not even dare to come back to pack their things.

"Mrs. Yan left very uneasy. She was reluctant to leave you too far, so your grandfather asked someone to save her soul."

Du Manzhi gradually verified his guess.

Ms. Yan was very scared at first and extremely resistant. Until the courtyard door opened, she was left silent.

"On one side is your mother who gave birth to you and raised you, and on the other side is your grandfather who gave you a second life and educated you carefully. It's hard to choose, isn't it?

"But there is a saying that the dead are gone, but the living will work hard. You chose Old Master Yan after all."

Du Manzhi picked up the paper ball rolled up by the yellow talisman and threw it over the wall.

"Has this courtyard been closed for a long time?"

Miss Yan: "Stop talking...please stop talking!"

Du Manzhi walked in the yard, tapping one of the blue bricks with his toes.

"I was wondering before, why does the story start all over again when I fall here? Why do I only see bodies being carried out again and again when I rush here?

"That's because you have already accepted the fact that Mrs. Yan and her son are dead in your heart. You acquiesce that she is dead, and of course you can't change it.

"Because you chose your future and deliberately did not think about the tragic death of your mother and brother, you feel sorry for them. You feel guilty, guilty, and sad... You want to see her, but you dare not see the real her.

"You hate that Taifu forces you to learn this and that. In fact, you are weak and you can't live without him. Even if he turns into a monster in your dream, you know that he loves you and will not really hurt you.

"On the other hand, you feel that if your mother was still here, she would definitely blame you and hate you for not being able to seek justice for her.

"This sealed courtyard is the source of nightmares that you dare not set foot in!"