Dragon Pattern Roll Set

Gongsun said a saying that no one had ever heard before, "Beast Soul Formation."

"It's like this." Gongsun hugged the dishonest little fourth son on his lap, and rubbed his arm while recalling, "I remember when I was in my teens, when I came back from a doctor's visit, I picked up one on the side of the road. I looked at the old man who was about to die of illness. I took him back to the medicine house for treatment. He was running a fever, talking nonsense, and crazy. I checked him, and found that his head had been hit by something, and it was broken. If I don’t say it out loud, I might be stupefied. During the process of treating him, he kept saying something like, “Jiuxiao Soul Court, Ding Gui Hundred Souls, Beast Soul Formation, the entrance is in the east, and the exit is in the west…” Hmm ..."

Gongsun rubbed his chin, as if sorting out the lunatic's nonsense in his memory, "Oh, and, finally found it... I have to go back and tell the master."

Everyone looked at each other.

"What did you find?" Zhao Pu asked.

Gongsun shook his head, indicating that he was unclear.

"It's been a long time." Zhan Zhao said, "Thank you for remembering."

The fourth son nodded, "Daddy has a good memory."

Gongsun touched the fourth son's face.

Bai Yutang asked, "What does that person look like, and is there any characteristic?"

Gongsun thought for a while, "Hmm... what does he look like, just an ordinary old man with white hair, a big beard, and an ordinary gray robe, ah!"

As he said that, Gongsun clapped his hands, "He actually doesn't look so Han Chinese, his nose is so high, and he has a tattoo behind his ear."

As soon as Gongsun finished speaking, the funeral flower suddenly asked him, "Black or red?"

Gongsun was slightly taken aback, looking at the funeral flower.

Others looked at him too.

Although Burial Flower still felt a little embarrassed, his eyes seemed to be concerned. He looked at Gongsun and asked, "Is the tattoo behind the ear in the shape of a flame?"

Gongsun nodded, "Yes!"

"Red or black." Funeral Flower asked again.

"Black." Gongsun replied.

Burying Life Flower frowned slightly, and glanced at Gongsun, "Then what happened later? What about that person?"

Gongsun was helpless, "After I sewed up his wound, he passed out, and then I went to gather medicine, but when I came back, he was gone."

Burying Life Flower shook her head, and pointed at Gongsun, "Blessing is great, if you touch him, he will kill you."

Gongsun was surprised.

Zhao Pu was also quite dissatisfied, "How many times have I told you that not everyone is a good person, especially those who are injured and left unattended on the side of the road, why do you randomly pick people up at home?"

Gongsun squinted at Zhao Pu, "Do you have an opinion?"

Zhao Pu blinked, scratched his chin, and muttered, "No..."

Everyone looked at each other—oh?Normally Zhao Pu would be rude in this situation, right?How to change it?

Gongsun looked at Zhao Pu.

Zhao Pu laughed at him, the expression in his eyes... was similar to that when Gongsun looked at the fourth son on weekdays.Gongsun scratched his head, inexplicably embarrassed.

"Who is the one with the black flames behind his ears?" Bai Yutang asked the funeral flower.

Burying Life Flower frowned and said, "Over the years, I have often met these two groups of people. They are very skilled and come and go without a trace. They have only one purpose, to find something in the tomb, or they are looking for something. A tomb."

Everyone looked at him, Zhan Zhao asked, "So you don't know where they came from, and what are they looking for?"

Funeral Flower seemed not used to all eyes being on her, so she shielded herself with a cloak in embarrassment, and said, "I often find that in some relatively large tombs, there are people who do not belong to this age. Human corpses. At first I thought it was a tomb robber, but then I found out that it doesn't look like it... Many graves have no funeral objects missing, and the equipment on the people who died in the tomb doesn't look like stealing things, it's more like some kind of Pathfinders. And these corpses generally have a characteristic, there are tattoos behind the ears, some are black, some are red, and they are different."

Everyone touched their chins—is there such a thing?

"A few times later, I bumped into each other in the tomb. They really looked like they were looking for something. The only difference was their personalities. The ones with black tattoos behind their ears were very ferocious, and would actively attack others. I killed a few of them. And Those with red tattoos never attack people, they run away when they find someone. I caught one with red tattoos behind the ears, but they couldn't speak."

"Is it dumb?" Gongsun asked.

"It's a deformity!" Burying Life Flower pointed to her mouth and said, "The shape of those people's tongues is very strange, and they can make strange noises, but they can't speak. Their tongues are a bit like the tongues of birds."

Everyone listened fresh.

"Does such a person exist?" Zhan Zhao felt incredible.

"I asked Ban Yuexian to look at it." Bian Shenghua said, "He said that these people's tongues should have been soaked with poison since they were young, so their tongues are deformed and they can't speak, but they can make sounds. They communicate in their own way, and they will never be afraid of leaks."

Everyone couldn't help opening their mouths, this method - it was too cruel.

"I thought red was a good person who didn't kill people." Zhao Pu curled his lips, "Looking at it like this, it's not as good as black, at least it can talk nonsense."

Gongsun rubbed his chin, thought for a while, and asked Bingshenghua, "Is the person with black tattoos cold and emotionless? Then he will never be captured or fear, and fight to the death all the time?"

Funeral Flower nodded.

"Oh..." Gongsun finally understood, and said, "When I was treating the old man's wound, I found that there was an iron nail in the wound on the left back of his forehead, which went straight into his brain. I thought it was very strange at the time, and thought it was It was caused after the collision, but thinking about it now, it was caused by man."

Everyone couldn't help raising their eyebrows, and their eyes became bigger.

"Soaking your tongue with poison is already cruel enough." Zhan Zhao couldn't help but say, "And hammer nails into people's heads?"

Gongsun nodded, "This is a cruel but effective way to control people. The structure of the human head is very complicated. After many places are damaged, people's temperament will change drastically! Putting a nail in this position may cause this This is because of his personality. The old man I saved was a blessing in disguise, the nail in his head was displaced due to the impact, so he didn’t fight to death like the others.”

Everyone nodded, that's why.

"Who controlled them with such cruel means." Zhan Zhao wondered, "What kind of beast soul formation did the rescued person talk about... Tell the master... Could it be that what his master is looking for is the vision in the valley?"

"It's possible." Gongsun nodded, "I used to live in Shaoxing Mansion. After he was injured, he wandered around. It's possible that he got there in a daze."

Bai Yutang suddenly asked Zhan Zhao, "The one who was buried by Grandma Nine Heads and committed suicide...does he have tattoos behind his ears?"

Zhan Zhao was slightly taken aback.

"He can talk, and if he has one, it's a black tattoo, right?" Zhan Zhao said.

Everyone nodded.

"Haah~"

At this time, the fourth son yawned and pulled everyone back who was in deep thought.

Zhan Zhao looked at the sky and said, "Go back to sleep, why don't we talk about it tomorrow."

Everyone was tired and dispersed.

……

They went back to their houses, and Gongsun fetched water for the fourth son to wash up.

The fourth son didn't know if he woke up just now, but now he became inexplicably energetic. While washing his hands, he asked the sleepy Gongsun, "Daddy, why did you lock the coffin with an iron chain?"

Gongsun yawned, "Hmm... I guess there is something important inside."

"Isn't the coffin pretending to be a dead person?" The fourth son continued to ask, "Can the dead crawl out?"

Gongsun wiped his face with a hot towel, and said, "It must be some kind of ritual or funeral custom."

"The ones buried in the ground can't get out even if they want to?" The fourth son followed Gongsun and asked a question.

Gongsun couldn't laugh or cry, "Yes..."

"Is there a key to open the chain?" The fourth son continued to ask.

Gongsun thought for a while, "I only mentioned the chain but didn't mention the lock. I guess I'm dead." Gongsun went outside and splashed water, then turned and went back to the house, and the fourth son continued to be a follower, "Daddy, I saw it before. A coffin locked with chains."

Gongsun was taken aback for a moment, half awake from his doze, put down the washbasin and looked at the fourth son, puzzled, "When did you meet? Why don't I remember?"

"Daddy, don't we often see each other?" the fourth son asked.

Gongsun was puzzled, so he took a stool and sat down, pulled the little guy to him, combed his hair, and asked, "I've seen it too?"

"Every year when they pull the nets to catch fish, don't they throw a lot of locked coffins into the river."

Gongsun was stunned for a long time, and finally couldn't laugh or cry, "That's not a coffin."

The fourth son tilted his head.

"It's load-bearing, just like a weight." Gongsun explained to the fourth son, "They catch too many fish and pull them up in one net. If they land on the shore, the fish will die soon. Therefore, they use heavy things to hang the fishing nets. , make sure the fish don’t swim away and don’t die, so that after they pick the big fish away, the little ones will be released!”

The fourth son tilted his head.

"Those coffins are not shaped like coffins, but iron piers." Gongsun explained, "There are still hooks on the chains, which are used to catch fishing nets..."

Speaking of this, Gongsun suddenly touched his chin, "Hmm..."

The fourth son patted his fluffy long hair and asked Gongsun, "Daddy, can I comb my hair like Jiujiu?"

Gongsun came back to his senses, looked at the fourth son, with a disgusted expression on his face, "Does Jiujiu comb his hair? Isn't he just tying up a bunch of hair at random? What's the difference with a mop?"

……

"Ah..."

In the next room, Zhao Pu suddenly raised his face and sneezed.

The sneezing sound was really loud, both Gongsun and the fourth son heard it, looked at each other, and covered their mouths together.

……

After Zhan Zhao washed up, he climbed onto the bed, hugged Xiao Wu who was soft and fluffy in the bed, and rubbed against him.

Xiao Wu had taken a bath before and basked in the sun, so the hair on his whole body was warm and comfortable, and there was a smell of the sun.

Zhan Zhao buried his face in Xiao Wu's black down, rubbing back and forth.

Xiao Wu looked at Zhan Zhao who was rubbing his face against his belly in puzzlement, and tilted his head—he seemed in a good mood.

Zhan Zhao chose a comfortable angle, lay down, and looked at the moonlight outside the window.

Also looking at the moonlight was Bai Yutang who was facing the bedside with him.

At this moment, Fifth Master was leaning on his arm, and was in a trance. What he was thinking about was the story about Luo Shi and Xuan Shi that he had just heard from Zhan Zhao.There is such a big difference between the historical story and the real story.

In the dead of night, Bai Yutang gradually felt drowsy and closed his eyes... However, when he was half asleep and half awake, a very strange picture suddenly flashed before his eyes.

This scene was something he experienced when he was a child, and it happened very, very old ago. He remembered that day, when it was snowing heavily, he sat on the steps under the eaves of the gate of the courtyard on the top of Tianshan Mountain. , Watching large swaths of snowflakes falling.

That day, Tianzun was not there, he went down the mountain, and he would come back at night, Bai Fu was cooking in the yard, Bai Yutang remembered the smell of sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

Xiao Bai Yutang was sitting in a daze, when he saw a man going up the mountain, standing in the snow, wearing black clothes, holding an umbrella, standing quite far away.The snow was so heavy that he couldn't see the man's face clearly, so he remembered a voice asking, "What's your last name?"

Bai Yutang was still very young back then, but he thought the man's voice was quite pleasant, so he said, "My surname is Bai."

The man seemed to nod his head, and asked him again, "Is Xiaoyou okay?"

Bai Yutang didn't quite understand, so he asked him puzzled, "Who is Xiaoyou?"

The man was silent for a while, then said, "I'm here to say goodbye."

Bai Yutang looked at him in the wind and snow in the distance, stood up suddenly, patted the snow on the hem of his clothes, and asked, "Do you want to come in? My master will be back at night."

"Oh..." The man suddenly nodded, "Master... I thought it was a grandson or a great-grandson."

Bai Yutang shook his head, "My master has no heirs."

"Oh..." The man agreed again inexplicably, and seemed to be accompanied by some kind of sigh, "How long has he been alone?"

Bai Yutang replied, "More than 100 years."

"Sure enough." The man in black nodded silently, "Then I'm leaving, help me say goodbye to your master..."

With that, he turned and left.

Bai Yutang stepped out of the eaves, and in the wind and snow, he saw the figure of the man gradually going away.

After running to the side of the mountain, Bai Yutang asked the figure from behind, "Who are you?"

The man looked back at him. At this moment, the wind and snow suddenly spun because of the direction of the wind, and stopped for a while... Bai Yutang saw the man's face through the wind and snow. Although it was only for a moment, he was caught again. The wind and snow affected him, but Bai Yutang always remembered the man's appearance. He was a very beautiful young man in black, and he felt a little sick.

The man stood on the spot and thought for a while, then said, "Go where you need to go, I will wait there, and we can reunite in the future..." As he spoke, he seemed to hesitate for a while, and finally said, "Forget it, Don't tell your master that I've been here, just stay with him obediently."

After speaking, the man turned around and left. Not long after, his figure disappeared into the wind and snow.

Bai Yutang still wanted to chase after him, but suddenly he stepped on something. He stretched out his hand and paved the snow, and found a silver necklace. On the necklace was a black pendant, like ebony or obsidian?Not too shiny nor expensive, a black, irregularly shaped stone with an eye in it, and worn on a silver chain.

That day, Bai Yutang was distracted, feeling that the scene just now was not real.

At night, when Tianzun came back, he felt that Bai Yutang was in a daze, so he asked him what was wrong.

Bai Yutang thought for a long time, and said to Tianzun, "That..."

Tianzun was puzzled, "Which one?"

Bai Yutang held back for a long time, and finally waved to Tianzun.

Tianzun tilted his head, what does it mean to wave his hand?

Bai Yutang turned around and went back to his room to sleep.

Tianzun was stunned for a long time, and finally stepped on the snow outside the room, "Children nowadays are really unpredictable! Why is a five-and-a-half-year-old kid deeper than me..."

Before he could finish speaking, Bai Yutang hit him with a snowball, "It's six years old!"

Tianzun rubbed his red nose and waved to Xiao Bai Yutang, "Let's play again after it gets dark, let's build a snowman!"

Bai Yutang looked at the snow all over the yard, and suddenly ran out to start building a snowman.

Tianzun was a little puzzled. Before asking him to build a snowman, the kid always looked disgusted and said he was naive, so he took the initiative today?Is the childlike innocence really awakened? !

However, after half a cup of tea, Bai Yutang stood aside and clapped the snow slag on his hands. Tianzun opened his mouth wide and looked at the "snowman" on the ground in pain. He saw Bai Yutang piled up a grave made of snow. a tombstone.

Tianzun stamped his feet, "Why is Lao Tzu's education method so failed... Is your five-and-a-half-year-old childlike innocence buried in the grave?!"

Bai Yutang rolled his eyes at him, "It's six years old!"

After speaking, he took out the chain and placed it on the tombstone made of snow.

Bai Yutang went back to the house after finishing his work, and when he closed the door, he saw Tianzun standing blankly in front of the snow tombstone, looking at the string of chains.

The young Bai Yutang couldn't figure out what Tianzun was feeling at this time, so he clawed at the crack of the door and looked at his master eagerly.

After a long time, his master picked up the chain, raised his face, and laughed haha. His voice went from being a little hoarse at the beginning to laughing loudly at the end.

Bai Yutang tilted his head, and heard Tianzun laughing and talking to himself, "It turned out to be black...it turned out to be black."

Bai Yutang observed for a while, and saw that his master put away the chain and ran into the study cheerfully, he didn't appear to be in a bad mood, he was very puzzled.

After a while, I saw Tianzun running out with a letter. While sealing the envelope, he called Bai Fu and handed the letter to him, "Ask someone to deliver this letter for me tomorrow morning."

"Oh." Bai Fu took the letter and left, Tianzun cheerfully rushed to the door of Bai Yutang, and said to the doll in the door, "It's so cold, why don't you sleep with Master!"

Bai Yutang raised his foot and kicked Tianzun's face that was about to squeeze through the door, closed the door, clapped his hands, and went to sleep on the bed.

……

By the time Bai Yutang opened his eyes again, it was already the next morning.

Zhan Zhao was standing by the bed stretching, seeing that he woke up, he went over to say good morning to him.

Bai Yutang just sat up when he heard a knock on the door.The door was pushed open, and the yawning little fourth said in a daze, "Maomao is in vain."

"Fourth son so early?" Zhan Zhao walked to the door and saw that the yard was already busy.

"What are you doing?" Zhan Zhao was a little puzzled.

The fourth son continued to yawn, "Daddy asked Yingying to dig out the coffin early in the morning...but Daddy said it might not be a coffin."

Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang saw that the courtyard was filled with several rows of iron coffins with chains, and they were puzzled—is it not a coffin?what is that?