Chapter 29 Master, I have something for you to do~
As soon as he finished speaking, Black Smoke found that it was back in front of Qin Qinsen, and no matter how it struggled, it could not move at all.
Qin Qinsen casually shook off the ashes left by the burnt corpse in his hand, his fingers dancing. Although the black smoke was not in human form and it was impossible to identify where its eyes were, he was still completely captivated by this lively scene.
The fingertips' movements became slower and slower, and the black smoke gradually changed from restless to dull and numb.
Just when everyone's attention was focused on Qin Qinsen's hand, the wooden box suddenly closed, and a dark red gem flew out towards Qin Qinsen's fingers. Countless broken diamonds penetrated the black smoke, leaving dense bullet holes.
The next second, broken diamonds and black smoke flew into the box. With a snap, the wooden box closed again, leaving only the gemstone that Qin Qinsen was holding in his palm, trying to escape.
Master Fahui had been keeping a close eye on the black smoke, trying to prevent it from making any further movements. Suddenly, the smoke subsided, and unexpectedly, the wooden box appeared. He hurriedly removed the Buddhist beads from his wrist and threw them at the box.
As the majestic Buddhist chanting sounded, the Bodhi beads emitted a dark golden light, hovering above the wooden box and continuously pressing down. The wooden box remained silent and actually pushed the beads outward, leaving the two in a stalemate for a moment.
Master Fahui held the Dharma seal in his hand, chanted the mantra quickly, and concentrated on fighting with the wooden box.
On the other side, Qin Qinsen crushed the gem with force, looked around, and finally found a wooden fish stick on a cushion. He immediately picked up the stick and ran towards the wooden box.
The battle between the wooden box and Master Fahui could not affect Qin Qinsen's movements at all. After a few bangs, in the shocked eyes of Master Fahui, cracks appeared on the wooden box under the beating of the wooden fish stick.
Snap——
The wooden box was completely broken into several pieces, revealing a blood-stained envelope inside, which should have been empty.
The tug-of-war with Master Fahui continued. Without the protection of the wooden box, the envelope seemed to be wary, and the sawdust began to shake restlessly. Before it could make any further moves, Qin Qinsen struck the envelope with his stick. Although it did not cause any damage, it interrupted the sawdust's process of forming a shield.
The Buddhist beads instantly scattered, forming a formation that pressed towards the envelope.
The room returned to calm, with only Qin Qinsen, who had done some physical work, breathing heavily. Master Fahui took two steps closer, looking slightly surprised. "A letter from home?"
Who would have thought that what controlled the mummy in the wooden box to commit murder was actually a family letter that had been sealed for who knows how many years.
"Go and have a look."
After opening the door, Teng Su's mouth was straightened, his face was serious and he looked ahead, not knowing what he was thinking. Qin Qinsen's action interrupted his thoughts, and he just pointed at the direction of the wooden box with a wooden fish stick, signaling him to move faster.
Although the house was not in a mess, it was completely different from its previous cleanliness and tidiness.
"Is this... a letter from home?"
With the nods of Qin Qinsen and Master Fahui, Teng Su carefully picked up the envelope and opened it carefully.
The letter looked dusty, but in my hands it felt like it had been written only minutes ago. The paper was soft and soft, and I could faintly smell the faint scent of ink.
"To future generations, my life has been full of ups and downs. My parents died tragically, and my sisters were separated. Fortunately, I was supported by the elders of the Teng clan..."
The man who wrote this letter was alone and helpless. The Teng family's ancestors took pity on him, a child adrift in troubled times, and so took him home. They provided him with food and clothing, and sent him to learn a trade. Who could have imagined that their momentary kindness would sow hidden dangers for future generations?
"...Although I have enough to eat, I spend all day planing, sawing, chiseling and drilling. I, Mulang, can read and study, but in the Teng family mansion, I can only repair tables and chairs one day and build pavilions the next, without a single day of rest. There are also some playboys who take pleasure in bullying others..."
"There's a girl named Lou, well-educated, gentle and graceful... Parents' orders and matchmaker's words... bullshit! They just looked down on carpenters and forced Lou to marry the eldest son of the Teng family. They didn't even give her the position of wife, but only made her a concubine!"
After Lou married into the Teng family, she lost contact with Mu Lang, a carpenter. Living in the inner chambers, they rarely saw each other. Or perhaps, Lou simply didn't remember him.
Considering the long history of the Teng clan, a concubine in such a large family must have come from a fairly good family background. Given the upbringing of a lady from an ancient family, how could they have favored a carpenter?
Teng Su numbly turned the pages and read the last page:
"...The Teng family has insulted me to this point. They've used my entire blood as a seal, made a locust tree, and given it to the Teng family's daughter in the name of my mother's clan, the Lou family. From now on, the descendants of the Teng family will never have peace, until our family is destroyed and our descendants are extinct!"
"Pfft, sorry, cough cough."
Facing Teng Su's expression that was no longer calm, Qin Qinsen suppressed the corners of his mouth and said in a serious tone, "It seems that your ancestors saved an ungrateful person."
After reading the letter, even Master Fahui just called out "Amitabha" without saying another word.
"So this incident tells us, don't mess with carpenters, especially petty carpenters." Qin Qinsen breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the envelope with a wooden fish stick. "There's so much blood, there must be an accident."
Teng Su was puzzled and was about to ask a question when he heard Master Fahui say, "Yes, the entire letter was written with the carpenter's blood, but the envelope was stained with dried blood. Someone must have noticed the problem and tried to fix it, otherwise the Teng family wouldn't be so peaceful."
There is no date on the letter, but judging from the wording, it has a history of at least two or three hundred years.
Before this, there had never been any unexplained death in the Teng family. Even the servants working at home were healthy and long-lived, with few accidents.
Picking up the envelope and sniffing the long-dried blood, Qin Qinsen passed the envelope to Master Fahui's nose and said, "Smell it."
"Cinnabar and...sandalwood?"
Qin Qinsen nodded. "Cinnabar, sandalwood, and heart blood. Use half a cultivator's lifetime of cultivation power as a cage to seal the evil spirit for at least a hundred years."
"A hundred years..." Teng Su murmured.
"It's been at least a hundred years, just in time for us." Qin Qinsen put away the blood-stained envelope. "I will first pray for merits on behalf of the senior, and then ask Master Fahui to pray for him and chant sutras for him."
"So what do we do with this letter?"
Teng Su hopes to eradicate all destabilizing factors.
"Of course it's a tit-for-tat." Qin Qinsen dropped the wooden fish stick and took the letter. The Wuliangqiu between his eyebrows was very active, and he couldn't wait to stretch out the golden thread and snatch the letter from Qin Qinsen's hand.
Countless golden threads appeared in front of Qin Qinsen, holding high a letter from home made of human blood.
While Teng Su was surprised by the inexplicable appearance of the golden thread, Qin Qinsen grabbed his right hand, said "I'm sorry" and bit his wrist hard.
"hiss!"
Teng Su felt as if he were bitten by a pair of steel teeth. He wanted to withdraw his hand but couldn't move. At this moment, blood flowed from his wrist, and following Qin Qinsen's command, it formed incomprehensible words in the air.
"Today, the descendants of the Teng family bring the secret letter to pray." Qin Qinsen still did not let go of Teng Su's hand, but pulled him to his side so that he was face to face with the letter.
As the last word was completed, the wound on his wrist disappeared under Qin Qinsen's gentle caress. The young master's mouth opened and closed rapidly, but Teng Su could not hear any sound.
The whole person seemed to sink into the deep sea, unable to perceive anything except the scene before him. His hearing was blocked, and the sound disappeared. However, there was a faint fragrance wafting by, carrying a cold and frosty feeling.
The hand holding his was getting colder and colder.
His right hand tightened, and the pain came again from the bitten place. Qin Qinsen was on the right, so who was on the left?
"...Mu Lang used his own blood and lifespan as a bet, casting a spell to harm the Teng family. He ordered the underworld officials to capture him, throw him into a pool of blood for 380 years, place him on a mountain of swords for 200 years, and torture him with knives and saws for 200 years..."
In a flash, Teng Su returned to the human world, just in time to hear Mu Lang's punishment. The next second, the voice, both majestic and oppressive, changed its tone, "I've long heard of your great name. Master Qin, if you have anything to say, just give it to me directly. Why bother with the inscribed documents?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a piece of hemp rope appeared out of thin air. "Master, keep it. If you need anything next time, just come to me directly."
Teng Su felt his left and right hands being released at the same time. He immediately took a half step back and watched Qin Qinsen chatting and chatting with the air.
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