Chapter 447 From Changsheng Temple
When these words were spoken, everyone present was shocked.
Tang Yue's pupils slowly widened, something flashed through Jiang Yue's mind, and he couldn't help but shudder, watching all this in disbelief.
"Here..." Song Jiarong opened his mouth and looked at this cruel and bloody scene. The past came flooding back like a tide, and he didn't know where to start.
Jiang Xu said, "Then let's start with why you set that fire."
As soon as these words were spoken, the people present were shocked again.
The fire was actually set by the Song family themselves!
It was actually Song Jiarong who put it there!
Song Jiarong: "I was the one who started the fire. You all saw the reason."
"A place like this, a hell on earth, how can I watch it continue to exist?"
Since childhood, Song Jiarong has heard everyone say that the Song family's white porcelain has a secret recipe, but no one knows the secret except Master Song.
Later, when he returned from studying abroad, he thought that the uniqueness of Song Dynasty porcelain lay in the special soil quality or some rare minerals mixed in the glaze.
Until one night, he heard faint crying in the backyard. He followed the sound and ran into the panic-stricken housekeeper.
He asked, and the housekeeper stammered, "They are those refugees. The master is kind-hearted and always takes in the homeless, but those people have no manners and always want to climb up the social ladder and get into the master's bed..." Flying onto the tree and becoming a phoenix.
Song Jiarong frowned, asked no more questions, and turned back to his room.
He never heard crying again after that.
After that, it was the Song family, and all kinds of bad things happened to the Song family’s porcelain.
Lin Qing's grandmother was also arrested.
In fact, he had already discovered her identity.
Hearing this, Lin Qing looked at him in surprise.
Song Jiarong: "That night, I wanted to go find my father and talk things over, but I ran into him and the Taoist priest sneaking towards the backyard."
He followed quietly and finally stopped in front of the cellar.
The moment Song Jiarong looked through the crack in the door, the blood in his body froze.
The scene before him was even bloodier and more terrifying than it is now.
There were ashes in the clay pot, unburned corpses were piled in the corner, white bones were scattered all over the ground, and there were bloodstains everywhere on the ground, walls...
"Master, didn't you set up the formation? Why is it still like this..." My father's voice was anxious.
"Master, too many people have died and the resentment is too heavy, and the formation can't suppress it." The Taoist sighed.
"Isn't it because the Song family's reputation is getting bigger and bigger, and the orders are increasing? If I don't do this, the Song family's reputation will be ruined, and the share given to the master will also be..."
Song Jiarong widened his eyes.
It turns out that the secret recipe of Song family porcelain is mixed with human ashes!
It was not someone else but his father who did it himself!
His father took in the homeless not out of kindness, but because...
Thinking of this, Song Jiarong felt a chill all over his body, but what made him even more horrified was yet to come.
"Don't worry, sir. There is another way."
"That woman's fate is pure Yin, and this year is the year of the most Yin. Find six more with the same fate, and I'll set up a new formation to completely suppress the resentment."
He heard his father's laughter, without hesitation, even ecstatically: "Okay! Okay! This is easy. I'll ask Jiacheng and the others to do it."
Jiacheng is his elder brother.
At that moment, Song Jiarong felt like he was falling into an icy cave.
His respected, kind and compassionate father turned out to be a murderous demon.
In his eyes, these seven innocent women were not even as good as ants.
And his eldest brother and the entire Song family are his accomplices.
"I can't stand by and watch this tragedy continue."
So, that night, he asked the old servant to secretly send Grandma Lin Qing out and call away those innocent servants.
Afterwards, in the dead of night, he smashed all the white porcelain to pieces, locked the doors and windows, and set the place on fire.
The old servant burst into tears: "Master, why are you doing this... These sins have nothing to do with you..."
Mr. Song is hypocritical, but the young master is really good.
At first, he was a child and homeless. It was the young master who took him home and gave him something to eat.
Later, Grandma Lin Qing came. Even a rough man like him could see through her thoughts, but the young master still allowed her to enter and leave the kiln freely, and even protected her secretly.
That night he sent the people away as instructed by the young master, but when he came back he saw a raging fire. He rushed in to save the young master, but it was too late.
"Woo woo, it's all my fault..."
Seeing him crying like a child, Song Jiarong's eyes softened a little. He walked over and patted his head gently as he did in the past: "Silly Ah Fu, stop crying. The Song family owes so many lives and has committed so many sins. How can I stay out of this?"
"It's good now. At least I have a clear conscience."
"I'm really happy to see you again..."
The air was silent, with only the old servant's soft sobbing.
Everyone was shocked by the truth behind this and was speechless.
Who would have thought that those snow-white porcelains that are so popular among people were fired in such a bloody way.
[This is so crazy.]
[Using living people to make porcelain... This is scarier than a horror movie.]
[Human hearts are truly terrible. Fortunately, this 'secret recipe' hasn't been passed down.]
[What kind of Taoist priest is this? He's simply helping the tyrant! ]
"Mr. Song, don't go. There are so many good things that you have been longing for. Why don't you take some back with you?" Jiang Xu suddenly spoke and stopped Song Jiande and his son who were trying to slip away stealthily.
The voice is cold.
Song Jiande's calves went limp.
"Master Jiang, stop joking. These are all burnt human bones..."
Take him back and don't let him be torn to pieces by those wronged souls.
Jiang Xu raised his eyes and said calmly, "But this overwhelming resentment is probably directed at you. After all... you are the bloodline of the Song family."
Song Jiande was shocked and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.
Song Ledu went crazy.
"Master! This has nothing to do with us! We know nothing!"
Jiang Xu: "So what do you think we should do?"
Song Jiande gritted his teeth and said, "Master, what do you want us to do?"
"It's very simple." Jiang Xu pointed at the fragments scattered on the ground, "Gather these porcelain pieces and find a good feng shui site for burial."
Song Jiande felt his scalp go numb when he saw the broken porcelain pieces all over the floor.
Jiang Xu's lips curled slightly: "If you don't want to..."
"Yes, yes."
Song Jiande gritted his teeth.
He finally understood that Jiang Xu was just trying to trick them.
But what can they do?
He is a master, you can’t mess with him!
The two of them began to clean up reluctantly. Jiang Xu walked into the yard and lightly twisted his fingertips. The evil spirit that permeated the surroundings immediately dissipated a lot.
She turned around and asked Song Jiarong, "Someone has set up a Yin Gathering Formation in this yard. Did you see that person?"
Song Jiarong thought for a moment and nodded: "I didn't see the man's face clearly, but his figure is very similar to the Taoist priest who set up the formation for my father back then."
"I remember that person claiming to be from Changsheng Temple."
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