[comprehensive] superior skills

"do not touch."

Just when Song Ci's fingers were about to touch the coffin, a slightly cold voice sounded behind her, "If you touch it, you will be in big trouble."

"It's you?"

Song Ci turned his head and saw that it was Zhao Qiyun's "fiancé" whom Zhao Qiyun had begged for earlier.

Yang Su approached quietly, pointed to the picture of longevity on the head of the coffin, "Here comes the flashlight."

Song Ci just hesitated for a moment before turning the light over, only to see seven air holes arranged in the shape of Big Dipper faintly appearing on it.

Yang Su saw that she was not as irritating as others, so he said in a rare and gentle tone: "I won't ask you, and you shouldn't ask me either. Everyone will go their own way after cooperation."

"Cooperation?"

Song Ci smiled, "Do you know what I'm going to do?"

"Don't you really want to know why the two previous Taoists disappeared?"

Yang Su grabbed the back of his neck with his backhand, "Have you ever seen someone hang himself? When a person is lifted up, their toes will naturally point down."

Song Ci followed his movements and looked down, and sure enough, he saw a pair of upright shoe uppers, "You mean they were taken away by things in the ancestral hall?"

"Simply put, it's soul-stirring."

Yang Su observed the surrounding layout, "If you use a scientific method to explain it, it is hypnosis. From the size of the footprints, it can be seen that the two people were recruited unconsciously, and by the time they realized something was wrong, it was too late. Then……"

He walked to the side of the coffin and nodded, "I was taken away by this coffin. If you don't believe me, look here."

Song Ci stood next to Yang Su and held up the flashlight. Without much effort, he found a pair of symmetrical but different-sized handprints on the tail.

If a monitoring system can be installed inside the ancestral hall, Mao Bachi and Zou Qingcheng should be able to see the coffin lid being pushed open by one left and one right.

"Are they still in there now?"

Song Ci stared at the palm mark on the left. After living together for so long, she naturally recognized the old Taoist's palm.

She didn't want to believe that Master would have an accident, "Why are the people who lived here in the first few years all right?"

"Maybe it's not the right time, maybe it's because they haven't lived long enough or traveled deep enough."

Yang Su's expression was also a little confused, "For certain unknown existences, you can't use common sense to deduce what should be and what should not be, because no one will reason with you."

Yes, people are unreasonable sometimes, let alone ghosts.

Song Ci helped his forehead, and said helplessly, "Can you help me find Master?"

"I can only promise to do my best."

Yang Su took out the compass from his pocket and walked out in the direction of the pointer, "Are you thirsty?"

"what?"

Song Ci was taken aback by his question, and subconsciously replied, "I'm not thirsty."

Yang Su turned around and smiled. Although he couldn't see clearly under the moonlight, he was a little more angry than his usual indifferent demeanor, "Then there's nothing we can do, because we're going to go into the well later."

"Where did the well come from in the ancestral hall?"

Only then did Song Ci recall that in the structural diagram in Mao Bachi's hand, it seemed that there was no other place to get water except for the reservoir under the patio.

Could it be said that in such a large house, the dozens of people living in it survived only on the rootless water bestowed by God.

While she was guessing wildly, Yang Su had led people back to the gate of the ancestral hall, which was also the starting point for Mao Bachi and Zou Qingcheng's gradual loss of soul.

"What are you doing?"

Song Ci stood not far from the eaves, watching Yang Su take out a red string and a silver bell from a pocket that was comparable to a treasure bag, there were lines and ringing bells inside and out, and he didn't know what he was doing strangely.

"All right."

Bending over, Yang Su got out from the tangled rope array like infrared rays, shaking the silver bell tied to his wrist, "With it here, we don't have to worry about not being able to get out."

He grabbed the copper ring of the left door and signaled: "When I count to three, remember to push down together!"

Song Ci clasped the copper ring on the right according to his words, and then pulled it hard after Yang Su's gesture made the third word, pricking up his ears nervously hoping for a miracle to happen.

Unexpectedly, after a few minutes, the yard was still quiet and there was no sound at all.

"Are you joking?"

Song Ci suddenly felt that it was foolish to entrust Mao Bachi's safety to a stranger who didn't even know his name, "I've been busy with my relationship for a long time, and you just want to show off your superb rope-turning skills?"

"Shh!"

Yang Su raised his hand to stop his temporary partner from complaining, "Listen carefully, it's coming!"

"What are you listening to? Please, I really don't have time to mess around with you."

Song Ci turned around and was about to cross the rope array to find the previous coffin, but when he landed, he almost fell down on the slippery ground.

"This is……"

She took a flashlight and found that the floor tiles under her feet were already full of water stains, and even the threshold was split into two and retreated into the hollow rails on both sides of the high wall.

Yang Su took another step back and said in distress: "After all, it has been useless for more than 100 years, and even the best mechanism will become dull."

Hearing this, Song Ci hurriedly jumped to Yang Su's side before the floor tiles were completely turned over, and waited quietly for the well-shaped hole to slowly appear.

Wiping away the strange smell lingering in his nose, Song Ci was puzzled and said, "Why did the good family build the well in such a secret place?"

Yang Su frowned, as if he was enduring it, "This is the Yin Well, or it can be said to be a channel for communication between Yin and Yang. It is not for living people."

Seeing the impatience on the other party's face, Song Ci hurriedly shut up.

She reached a tentative agreement with Yang just to find Mao Bachi, and she wasn't really interested in the secrets of the Shan family. Knowing too much seemed to have ulterior motives.

When the water vapor at the mouth of the well had almost dissipated, Yang Su pulled out a climbing rope from somewhere and tied it to the copper ring, "Our time is limited, and the formation of the ancestral hall can at best block those who want to come back. If someone insists on going out halfway Let's go, we might be trapped inside. Did your punch that smashed Zhao Yonghe's arm work?"

Song Ci was not surprised if he had known that the other party had taken a fancy to his self-defense skills, "That is the unique skill of Maoshan taught to me by my master. If we could find him earlier, we would have many helpers."

She said this because she was afraid that if the surname Yang was timid, even if it was to survive, she would think of taking Mao Bachi to escape with her.

Yang Su didn't say whether he agreed or disagreed, he bit the light he brought and took the lead in grabbing the knots on the climbing rope and smoothing it down bit by bit.

Song Ci sat on the slippery edge, and could only see a flickering light that became increasingly dim in the black borehole.

Fearing that the two of them would get separated, she didn't dare to hesitate, and hurriedly grabbed the climbing rope that was still shaking and chased it deep.

The well was deep and bitterly cold.

The knots that Yang Su tied were one meter apart. Song Ci clearly remembered that he had already touched more than two dozen small bumps, but the shaking under his feet still did not stop, which meant that his partner who was one step ahead of her had not yet bottomed out.

The joints of the fingers have long been numb, not because of fatigue, but because of the hoarfrost that is almost a finger thick attached to the wall of the well.

Even a person like Song Ci who has internal strength and body protection with Buddhist beads can't bear the chill of the Yinjing. It's really surprising that Yang Su, who is walking in front, can persevere without saying a word.

"Comparing the two, Mao Bachi, who took the coffin hearse, suffered a lot less foreign crimes..."

While feeling sorry for the old Taoist who didn't know whether it was good luck or bad luck, he went down the rope with his hands and feet. After another ten minutes, Song Ci heard a landing sound coming from the depths of the well.

Finally, when the person in front gave way, Song Ci put down his feet on the well wall, and fell to the bottom of the well with a whoosh.

At this time, Yang Su's expression was no different from that of a dead person, but he still tried his best to control his trembling teeth and said, "No matter what you see for a while, don't believe it easily, and don't touch anything, understand what I mean? "

Seeing Song Ci's silent response, Yang Su took out a silver talisman from his pocket and threw it forward. The talisman that touched the wall of the well immediately turned into a silver flame, melting the frozen wall. A snow cave with a height of half a person.

The weak flame that had consumed most of the mana was still not extinguished, but floated ahead like a guiding light, leading the two of them slowly towards the depths of the cave, which was darker than thick ink.

The cave and the mouth of the well are connected in a T-shape. As Song Ci and Yang Su gradually deepened, the ink color attached to the inner wall of the cave also changed from thick to light, and finally turned into a gray mist.

When they got here, the silver flame that had completed the mission finally dissipated, allowing the two of them to clearly see the red lacquered gate in front of them from the corner of their eyes.

"Isn't this the Shan Family Compound?"

Song Ci asked softly: "We walked back and forth, why did we go back to the old place?"

Yang Su buckled the door knocker three times, "It's just the moon reflected in the water."

No one answered the door, and the two gates, which were twice as tall as the old house, opened in response, revealing the screen wall engraved with the picture of the emperor going out on tour.

The two walked around the screen wall and looked back. Two rows of men, women, young and old, who were dressed as maids and servants, were quietly standing under the front porch, motionless like wax sculptures.

These people look and dress completely differently, the only similarity is that their toes are pointing downwards.

"Master?"

Song Ci carefully looked at those faces that seemed to have been painted with white paint, trying to find Mao Bachi's whereabouts.

"Cheng Daozhang is not here."

Yang Su pointed to the wax figure and said, "Look at how old their clothes and shoe uppers are. I'm afraid these people are servants of the Shan family."

"The ones guarding the outside are domestic servants. Could it be that the ones living in the courtyard are the master's family?"

Song Ci has never heard of the dead being taught to be served by others, and it is not the age when people like to be buried in ancient times. "It can't be that the murder case back then was directed and acted by the owner of the good family, right?"

"I don't think so."

Yang Su's gaze was fixed on the gate of the main courtyard, which seemed far away but was close in front of him. He walked quickly to set up the incense burner tribute under the steps, and lit a stick of fine incense with the same color as the talisman paper.

After doing this, he stared at the incense burner for a moment, until the rising smoke drifted into the crack of the door, and the flickering incense did not go out. Then he wiped his cold sweat calmly, and walked towards the Closed gate.

From Song Ci's point of view, Yang Su's whole body trembled when his hands touched the door panel, and then he collapsed as if he was under the pressure of a mountain, and slowly pushed open a thin crack with his bulging arms.

Although the gap in the door was not big, Yang Su, who was almost kneeling on the ground, breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Ci didn't dare to act rashly, because right now there was an extremely strong ghostly wind rushing towards him from the open door, roaring and neighing.

When the strange sound of air flow wandered out, all the servants who had been standing in the courtyard with their heads bowed tremblingly knelt down, and even Yang Su, who barely kept his body, was blown and rolled down the steps.

"Are you OK?"

With Buddha beads protecting the body, Song Ci only felt that the ghostly smell was unpleasant and had no other discomfort. It was not until he helped his fallen companion that his naked/exposed skin turned green and cold.

Yang Su waved his hand wearily, motioning for her to help him up and walk forward.

This move is also in line with Song Ci's intentions. It took so much effort to come here, no matter whether Mao Bachi is alive or dead, he must ask clearly.

After a while, the two of them stepped into the main entrance, which was extraordinary enough, and felt that they had come to a majestic and resplendent palace in a trance.

There are nine dragon pillars supporting the hall, but what is located in it is a huge coffin that leads directly to the throne of carved dragons.

The two sides of the coffin are not empty either. There are two side-by-side grand master chairs next to the left hand of the Diaolong throne. The two Taoists who don't know anything about human affairs are Mao Bachi and Zou Qingcheng whom Song Ci was looking for.

At the end of the coffin, a gold-haired jade dress like a marionette suddenly moved its crisp arm, and raised its finger to the stranger who was supporting him, "Who is coming? Why don't you worship the lonely king when you see him?"

The jade man who claimed to be the lonely king did not yell like ordinary ghosts. Although the gentle voice made the jade clothes covering the outside feel a little vague, he still listened to it without saying a word. In Song Ci's and Yang Su's ears, there was an air of calm and prestige.

If a living person is said to be lonely in these days, I am afraid that the only way waiting for him is to be sent to a mental hospital.But now in this mysterious underground palace, Song Ci really did not dare to take it lightly when he met a ghost king.

She glanced at her companion with a calm face again, and couldn't help feeling suspicious, "Could it be that this well-known beauty is Yang Su's ultimate goal? How can he subdue such an ancestor by himself? Don't implicate our master and apprentice." OK……"

Song Ci thought for a while, and took the initiative to say: "It is really helpless to disturb today. Dare to ask which monarch your Majesty is, and wait for me to go back the same way, so I can pray for you as an apology!"

The beauty's mask trembled a few times, but for some reason she refused to answer.

On the contrary, the woman in palace costume who was sitting next to him waved her handkerchief and smiled coquettishly, "My lord, it's a new era now. You have a lot of adults, so why make things difficult for the children. The few strangers who came in last time left in a hurry to stay behind." I downloaded some colorful picture albums, don’t you think it’s funny too? I still remember that the person in power now is a boy named President, right?”

Sensing the kindness of the woman in palace attire, Song Ci quickly said: "President is just a name, just like dynasties for thousands of years are ruled by emperors, but not a family with a single surname."

The woman in palace attire got up and came to the two of them in a short while, shaking her handkerchief and sighing: "Little girl, seeing that you are also educated and reasonable, I am not afraid to tell you the truth. Everyone says that the world misses the past, but no one I know that ghosts are also long-term lovers. Although the king and I are halfway husband and wife, we have been together day and night for more than a hundred years. As for him, he has a wish and refuses to leave; It’s just that I don’t like to move after living for a long time. But when the two Taoist priests entered the ancestral hall, they shouted and killed indiscriminately, and even resorted to the sinister method of refining ghost slaves. You can judge the truth, if you meet Is such a thing still going to be caught without a fight?"

"Um……"

After listening to the beauties' quick words, Song Ci somehow thought of Zhao Yunqi who was flushed red by his anger before, and suddenly felt a sense of feng shui turning in his heart.

But she also believed that Mao Bachi would never be the vicious Taoist in the other party's mouth, so she said confidently: "Calm down first! My master's coming to the Shanjia compound this time is just entrusted by others, not I intend to embarrass the two of you."

She also singled out the shabby Taoist kneeling in the distance, "Just by looking at my master's face, you should know how simple and honest he is. For example, crooked ways such as guarding ghosts are not the inheritance of our Maoshan sect."

Hearing the words, the beauty in the palace costume took a few steps closer, "You and that old Taoist have never been infected with evil spirits, especially you, a little girl, who always makes people feel warm and can't help approaching, and it won't be like being next to the sun. It hurts like that in the head."

Song Ci laughed dryly, and immediately remembered the popular piece of Tang monk meat, "This may be the difference between the authentic Maoshan sect and the side branch evil cultivators."

"What are you afraid of, I won't eat you again!"

The beauty in the palace costume said, messing up her facial features to make a grimace, and said quietly: "The person you are looking for is not me, and the person you should worry about is not the king."

Song Ci and Yang Su followed her fingertips to look at the other empty grand teacher's chair, and shivered in unison.

"Well, since the king has no intention of blaming him, why don't you let us go back?"

Song Ci tentatively discussed: "As long as you are willing to spare my master, we will come to worship often in the future!"

It wasn't that she insisted on crossing the river and demolishing bridges, what would she use as a half-hearted Taoist priest without any grievances to contend with the ghost king, not to mention that Mao Bachi was involved.

If the person surnamed Yang wants to subdue that set of gold-haired jade clothes beyond his limits, he should wait until another day to find his own death.

Song Ci's thoughts naturally couldn't be hidden from Yang Su, but he didn't show any dissatisfaction. Instead, he concentrated on staring at Ling Chi under his feet.

After a long while, the jade man sitting on a high place patted the armrest lightly, and the dragon-headed tortoise, which was held under the seat, got up, revealing its hollow belly.

The jade man leaned down and took out a painting scroll from a pile of miscellaneous items in the shape of jade seals and square seals, and caressed it lovingly.

Seeing this, the beauty in the palace costume was heartbroken, and turned into an actor in red again, babbling and singing.

The two old ghosts were immersed in the sad past and couldn't extricate themselves, Song Ci and Yang Su didn't dare to disturb them, they stood obediently and waited.

Since entering the underground palace, all the equipment on Song Ci's body has long since failed, and even the hands of the watch have not moved at all. He can only guess the situation outside by intuition.

The empty stomach rang again and again, until Song Ci couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to propose to borrow the bathroom, Yuren finally slowly unfolded the scroll in his hand.

"Find my concubine, the lonely king forgives your teacher and student for not being guilty!"

"You are an emperor who is ashamed to say your own name. Where can I go to find you a concubine?!"

Song Ci was about to protest, but he saw that the graceful woman, who was covered with glistening white light and seemed to be flying away, had the word Loushi inscribed on her jade toes.

"Lou Mingyue?"

Shocked, Song Ci blurted out, "The woman you're looking for is Lou Mingyue?"

The jade man suddenly rose into the air, and approached at a very fast speed: "How do you know the small characters of the lonely king and concubine? But your master and apprentice harmed her?!"

The dark wind whizzed by, and the whole trembling hall was on the verge of collapse. The female ghost, who was still singing just now, shrank back behind the pillars and refused to show her head. Together with the masks of human faces trampled under the paws of the giant dragon in the spirit cave, they were also gone. Constantly struggling and moaning.

"Your Majesty, please calm down. It's not that my master and apprentice hurt your concubine, but..."

Song Ci was so anxious that he fell to his feet and lamented, "The hidden secrets in this really make people don't know how to speak!"

The jade man lifted the mask to reveal half of the skeleton, and said grimly: "If there is even a trace of concealment, even if the lonely king fights his way and disappears, he will drag you master and apprentice to be buried with him!"

"Since the king is obsessed with this woman, Xiaodao dare not hide it."

After Song Ciyin dismissed the irrelevant passers-by, and dutifully recounted how Lou Mingyue hooked up with Jing Hao, he apologized to the King of Green Cloud Gaid: "If you don't believe me, my lord You can go and see for yourself..."

"If the lonely king can get out of this damn Yiyang Mountain, why wait until today!"

The jade man who wished to destroy the world flicked the scroll in his hand, pointed at the little Taoist and shouted angrily: "You! You go and bring Lou Mingyue and her new husband to the lonely king, and the lonely king will ask her personally. Is it true that you have two minds and betrayed the lonely king!"

"The king sent Xiaodao and dare not refuse."

Song Ci glanced at Mao Bachi who fell to the ground due to the vibration in the hall, "But Xiaodao alone, I'm afraid I can't subdue Mrs. Mingyue. Please also ask the king to put Xiaodao's master back, so that the two of us can send Madam to the palace as soon as possible." Before the king."

The jade man snorted coldly, "You don't dare to play tricks! Listen, the lonely king only gives you a seven-day time limit. If you don't return after seven days, the people on Yiyang Mountain will definitely die. cannot!"

"Xiaodao obeys!"

Song Ci made a bow, hurried over to help Mao Bachi up, and then greeted Yang Su who was still stunned, "Come and help me, how can I lead Master by myself!"

General Yang Su was about to speak, but was stopped by the hideous face that emerged from the coffin, "I know you are a descendant of the Yang family, and I recognize the silver bell on your wrist! Young Master Yang, please help me out of this sea of ​​suffering." !"

Yang Su couldn't help lowering his eyes and sneering when he heard the words, "If I knew today, why bother!"

I couldn’t beg him in person, so I went to see the female ghost hiding behind the Panlong Pillar, “Jiu Dan, I know I’m wrong, I’m sorry for you! Please, for the sake of being a husband and wife for a day, please help me. Please forgive me!!"

The female ghost already hated the past, but now she dared not respond when she saw the charming face that the beautiful woman looked over, she hurriedly rolled her body into a ball and squeezed it into the silk handkerchief.

The author has something to say:

Song Ci: Li Kui to Li Gui.jpg

Also, when the real king comes on stage, I don't know how Jing Hao, the fake king, will feel~~

In the end, when the Shan family fled to the mountains, it was not the bandits that escaped, but the Yang family.

Five-spice cake recipe, okay~~