Chapter 259 Jinjiang (1)
Although the yard of Zheng Shumu's house was filled with wooden puppets, no matter where Yan Shixun went, the puppets' eyes would move with him, staring at him stiffly with those inorganic wooden eyes, so that Yan Shixun would find the puppets looking at him as soon as he turned around, which made him look particularly terrifying and creepy.
But Zheng Shumu and his too young sister seem too normal compared to these dolls.
Zheng Shumu was like an ordinary and simple villager, and he warmly invited Yan Shixun to come into the house to warm up.
"It's cold. Mr. Yan has been walking in the village for such a long time. You must be a little cold, right?"
Zheng Shumu opened the door of the house and made an invitation gesture to Yan Shixun: "Mr. Yan, please sit down with Tiantian and wait for a while. I will go light the stove and boil some hot water."
The little girl also raised her head, opened her beautiful and innocent eyes, and stared at Yan Shixun intently.
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, she happened to be standing in front of the gate of the yard. Even if Yan Shixun said he wanted to leave, she was enough to block Yan Shixun's way.
Yan Shixun noticed this, but he didn't show any emotion. He just glanced at the little girl calmly and nodded to Zheng Shumu casually: "Thank you for your help."
Zheng Shumu waved his hand and said that there was nothing good at home and no guests came usually, so he could only boil some hot water to warm himself.
He enthusiastically led the way for Yan Shixun and asked him to sit on the sofa in the living room.
After saying this, Zheng Shumu walked towards the house next door, and soon the crackling sound of breaking branches was heard.
Yan Shixun followed the direction and saw that Zheng Shumu should have gone to his usual studio. In addition to the stove, there were also a lot of wood and unfinished sculptures.
Zheng Shumu was squatting on the ground seriously, processing the dead branches and firewood in the bamboo basket and lighting them skillfully.
It seems that when they met Zheng Shumu in the afternoon, he did not lie. He did go to the mountain to collect firewood.
Yan Shixun looked at Zheng Shumu quietly for a few minutes, then turned his gaze away.
But he suddenly met the little girl's expressionless face.
Caught off guard, Yan Shixun's eyes widened instantly.
——The little girl who was originally standing at the gate of the yard suddenly appeared in front of him silently without him knowing when, and he didn't know how long she had been looking at him.
However, not only did he not hear any sound, he also did not feel any presence or anything wrong!
You have to know that people have a subconscious self-protection. Even if they are being stared at in a place where they can't see, they will react to these gazes without even realizing it. They will inexplicably turn their heads to look in the direction where the gazes come from to confirm whether they are being targeted by danger.
What’s more, there is someone like Yan Shixun who has been dealing with ghosts and monsters for many years.
For him, except for the small courtyard in the old town of Binhai City, there was no place where he could relax his vigilance, not to mention that he always remembered that this was still a shadow play and not reality, so it was even more impossible for him to relax.
But this little girl...
Yan Shixun was totally unaware.
The little girl looked at Yan Shixun quietly without saying a word.
She wore a beautiful little skirt, holding a well-made puppet in her arms, and her cute face made her look no different from her peers. No matter who saw her, they would not feel disgusted or wary of her.
However, Yan Shixun could not sense any trace of life from her.
——But there is no ghostly aura.
I don’t know if it’s because this is a shadow play, but the little girl makes Yan Shixun feel even more like a dead object.
Just like no one would comment on whether a sculpture is dead or alive.
The same intuition that the little girl gave Yan Shixun was the same.
After realizing that Yan Shixun noticed her, the little girl blinked and smiled sweetly.
"Brother, are you here to play with Tiantian?"
The little girl asked curiously: "Brother, what's your name?"
She looked no different from any other child when a visitor came to the house, full of curiosity about the stranger and with endless questions to ask.
If Bai Shuang were here, she would be so dazzled by the cuteness of the little girl that her heart would melt.
Unfortunately, Yan Shixun never had any special care for children, and there was only one child he had ever come into contact with.
Jing Xiaobao.
That's still a fierce ghost.
——Even if he beat all the evil spirits in hell and made them tremble in fear, even if he became the new King of Hell, in front of Yan Shixun, he would always be a fat rabbit that was suppressed from all sides and cried.
When it comes to children, Yan Shixun only has experience with Jing Xiaobao.
If the little girl wanted to evoke Yan Shixun's soft side towards children, she would be disappointed.
——Yan Shixun didn’t pick her up and spank her because he was being patient because she was a girl.
Besides, Yan Shixun has not forgotten how this seemingly normal little girl gave him vigilance and unusual intuition.
So, even though the little girl was chattering around Yan Shixun, Yan Shixun just half-closed his eyes in indifference and calmness. Instead, he treated the little girl's voice as background music and observed the layout of the entire room calmly.
As Zheng Shumu said, he is a carpenter.
Whether in the yard or in the house, traces left by Zheng Shumu as a carpenter can be seen everywhere.
Finished and semi-finished wood carvings are placed everywhere, as well as carving knives of various sizes and models placed casually.
In addition to the wooden puppets in the yard with living mouths and eyes that look just like real people, the room is also filled with all kinds of birds, animals, mountains, rivers, lakes, village houses and ridges.
They are like real-life scenes scaled down in proportion, and Zheng Shumu perfectly reproduced them on wood with his carving knife.
All these are enough to prove that Zheng Shumu is a skilled carpenter, and he is not "biased" and does not focus on a certain type of carving. Instead, anything can be reproduced in his hands, as if he has given life to those dead objects and scenes with wood.
Yan Shixun felt that if the shadows of these wood carvings fell on the screen and were magnified, they would look no different from reality.
I wonder if Zheng Shumu also casually threw the things he usually used for practicing into these wood carvings.
Yan Shixun could also see that next to the pile of wood carvings, he could occasionally glimpse half of a human head placed on a table, or a section of a human skeleton thrown casually in the corner.
He even saw a handful of spherical objects in a glass jar not far away.
After looking carefully, he found that those were human eyeballs carved from wood. Although they were not real eyeballs, Zheng Shumu's skillful hands gave them life and carved out every line in the pupils, with a full sense of layering and detail.
Even each eyeball has its own characteristics, with different manifestations in eye shape and details.
Yan Shixun could guess whether it represented a man or a woman, old or young, just by looking at these eyeballs. They were so real that they looked like they had just been dug out of a person's eye socket.
However, this also poses another problem for these eyeballs.
Because it was too real, when Yan Shixun looked at those eyeballs, he had the illusion that he was looking at real people.
But, they are already dead.
All that was left of the dead bodies were pairs of eyeballs that had lost their light, staring blankly at Yan Shixun, as if they wanted to convey some message to him, but they could only stay obediently in the glass jar, like candies to the little girl.
This illusion suddenly made Yan Shixun feel as if he was not sitting in a carpenter's house at the moment, and there were no wood carvings around him.
But he was among a group of dead bodies.
Whether in the yard or in the house, there were corpses and body parts densely packed everywhere.
The little girl with a sweet smile sitting in such an environment is still cute and bright, as if she doesn't feel any such fear at all.
Seeing that Yan Shixun had not answered her questions, she did not get anxious. She just tiptoed and sat on another armchair, humming a song and swinging her legs.
The little girl's attention seemed to be drawn to the little puppet in her arms. She lowered her head and looked at the little puppet, constantly fiddling with it with her hands, making it make various poses, which made her giggle.
It also brought Yan Shixun back to his senses from his thoughts.
Zheng Shumu, who was burning the fire in the next room, also came out. While wiping the black ash on his hands, he called Yan Shixun: "Mr. Yan, come over and warm yourself by the fire. This room is warmer."
Zheng Shumu smiled and looked at the little girl: "Tiantian, did you get along well with the guests? Did you behave like a good child?"
The little girl pouted unhappily, and it seemed that she was still a little angry because Yan Shixun ignored her just now.
Zheng Shumu looked at Yan Shixun strangely, as if he didn't know what was going on.
Yan Shixun just said calmly: "I'm sorry, I have social phobia and I don't dare to talk to women or children."
The little girl couldn't help but widen her eyes and looked at Yan Shixun in a daze.
Zheng Shumu also looked at Yan Shixun in surprise: "Is there such a thing?"
Yan Shixun nodded: "Yes, I am a very shy and introverted person. I am afraid to talk to others."
Little girl: ...I feel like I'm being targeted.
Zheng Shumu: Afraid...? How can I not see it?
However, Yan Shixun's expression was extremely calm, and no matter how the two looked at him, they could not see any flaws.
There is a kind of confidence that goes, "As long as I am confident, everything I say is right, even if it is wrong, it is also right. Don't ask, if you ask, it is the truth."
After looking at it for a while, they had to give up.
Zheng Shumu regained his previous enthusiasm and welcomed Yan Shixun into his studio.
The little girl was left alone in the living room. She was quite angry and unhappy. She broke the little puppet in her hand to vent her anger. The wood made a creaking sound as if it could not bear the weight, as if the body would break at the next moment.
The carved facial features of the puppet also revealed extreme pain, with his nose and eyes wrinkled together, as if he was crying, but he dared not do anything because of fear.
At the same time, on the other side, Taoist Wang suddenly screamed in pain.
Master Ma immediately turned around and looked at him, and saw Master Wang holding his shoulders, his face twisted in pain, and even his slightly plump body was shaking with pain.
"What's going on?"
Taoist Priest Ma cried out in surprise and quickly ran towards Taoist Priest Wang and held him up.
But as soon as he touched Master Wang, Master Wang looked like he was in even more pain.
Master Ma was at a loss and didn't know how to help Master Wang.
Bai Shuang, who was standing next to them, was also worried. She wanted to go forward to help, but was afraid of dragging down the two Taoist priests.
She was wandering around the Shadow Puppet Museum, curiously looking at the musical instruments on display and reading the introductions on the wall with great interest.
Bai Shuang is a professional singer after all. Even when she goes out to play, she is more likely to pay attention to music-related topics out of professional habit.
The singing and music in the shadow play aroused Bai Shuang's interest.
She was fascinated by the introductions and was thinking to herself that when she watched the video footage of shadow play later, she must pay more attention to the singing style of shadow play to see if she could incorporate it into her own music as the next new song to be released.
On the way to Baizhi Lake, Baishuang also heard Zhang Wubing talk about the reasons why he chose this place, and was therefore a little regretful as well. Such an excellent shadow play had become so desolate, and it was a heartbreaking feeling to watch a good thing being destroyed.
She also wants to do something to promote the Baizhihu shadow puppetry again.
Therefore, Bai Shuang also visited the museum with her own ideas, thinking that if her new song incorporates elements of shadow play, would it be able to attract the attention of her fans and people who hear the song to the Baizhihu shadow play and inject new impetus into the ancient culture.
Bai Shuang was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice the changes in the road beneath his feet or the surrounding environment.
By the time she noticed something was wrong, she couldn't open her eyes because of the cold wind around her.
After coming to his senses, Bai Shuang was shocked to find that he was in a place completely different from the Shadow Puppet Museum.
This is a theater.
Big red lanterns were hung high all around, and the dark night sky could be seen from the open-air atrium. Everything was dyed bloody by the crimson light, as if blood was spilled everywhere.
Bai Shuang was sitting on the stage. When she lowered her head, she found that she was holding an erhu in her hand and her clothes had changed back to the style of the long gown she wore before.
Next to it is the shadow play curtain.
From Bai Shuang's perspective, she could also see several figures sitting behind the curtain.
She felt as if she had become the musician on the stage in the past.
However, although this inexplicable change made her frightened and wanted to escape, even if she used all her strength, she could not move an inch from where she was.
It seemed as if her hands and feet no longer belonged to her, but were controlled by someone else.
Bai Shuang wanted to scream in fear, wanting Brother Yan to come and save her.
She remembered that the others were in the room next to the museum, and she wanted to tell them that she was there and get away from this weird place as soon as possible.
However, at this time, Bai Shuang discovered with horror that even her mouth no longer belonged to her. Her brain had lost control of her limbs and mouth. She was like a vegetative person, or her soul was stuffed into a human-shaped statue. She could only watch all kinds of strange things happening to her, but she couldn't even save herself or call for help.
The only thing that was still usable was the rotating eyeballs.
Bai Shuang suppressed her fear and tried hard to recall how Yan Shixun had dealt with such situations in the past. She tried to imitate Yan Shixun, calm down, think, and observe the surrounding environment.
But when he saw this, Bai Shuang felt like he was struck by lightning and stood there in a daze.
——She saw that the hand holding the erhu in her field of vision did not have the skin shape that she imagined a person should have.
It has the texture of wood.
Not only that, Bai Shuang tried desperately to suppress her panicked breathing and saw clearly that the entire theater was actually full of people in the short moment when she was distracted and panicked.
Or something else.
The benches in the wide atrium under the stage were crowded with people.
They have all the facial features and limbs, and at first glance they look no different from humans.
But if you look closely, you will find that although their facial features are lifelike and just like real people, their eyes are dull and lifeless. There are no eyeballs in their eye sockets, only complete blackness. They all look towards the curtain on the stage, as if they are people who come to watch the show, quietly waiting for the gongs and drums to start and the show to begin.
And the skin they show outside their clothes...
It is clearly like hoarfrost, and also has the texture of wood.
All of this was shrouded in a dim crimson light, making one's hair stand on end.
Bai Shuang became more and more frightened the more she watched, but she couldn't even run away or cry out. She could only sit there and watch it all happen, watching things move in an unknown direction.
At this time, the whispers of several people behind the curtain reached Bai Shuang's ears.
"Have you dealt with that outsider?"
"Don't worry, brother. I'll do it safely. I've already dealt with it last night. I'll throw the body in the sundries in the warehouse. When his wife isn't watching him so closely, I'll throw him out and bury him. I guarantee no one will find him."
"Did he say that before he died?"
"Tsk tsk, carpenters are really rich. They make much more money than us making shadow puppets."
"I would have become a carpenter earlier. Who wants to learn this crap? It's tiring and doesn't make any money."
"Now only Master Bai, that fool, is still talking about persistence... Ha! Can persistence be eaten or exchanged for gold? If his ancestor for eighteen generations hadn't insisted on teaching us shadow puppetry, would we be in such a poor state now?"
"But it's okay now. When that outsider moved here, didn't you see the things on the truck? Tsk, tsk, that gold almost blinded me."
"Isn't it? Even though we chose the wrong business, at least we have a fat sheep to slaughter, which isn't bad, right?"
"It's not our fault, actually. If Mr. Zheng had known better and taken out gold and other valuables to honor us, we wouldn't have to do this."
"Old Zheng is just an ignorant person. He can't blame us if he dies. He should be reborn as a smart person in his next life..."
The voices of discussion grew quieter and quieter until gongs and drums began to sound, covering up the sound of their whispers.
The candlelight behind the curtain is lit, projecting the shadow of the shadow puppet figure onto the curtain.
The shadow play began, and the erhu in Bai Shuang's hand began to play uncontrollably.
But Bai Shuang's heart was as cold and hard as a piece of wood.
She is not stupid.
What those people said was clearly a murder committed by several of them.
Because the man from another village named Zheng showed off his wealth when he moved to the village, he was targeted by these people. So, eager for money, they simply killed Zheng and prepared to rob him of his property.
The body of the man named Zheng was thrown into a corner by them.
Before participating in this program, Bai Shuang never thought that one day she would be able to hear the whole story of a murder case with her own ears.
Her first reaction was to make a phone call.
But she quickly remembered that she was now just a moving wooden statue and could do nothing but watch everything happen.
Then I will remember their faces!
Anyway, Brother Yan is here, he will definitely find me and rescue me. I must remember the faces of these murderers firmly, draw them after I get out, and catch them!
Bai Shuang thought angrily, and desperately turned his eyes to look behind the scenes, trying to see who the people who had just spoken were.
However, when Bai Shuang got what she wanted and successfully saw the person behind the scenes, she was stunned.
——The five shadow puppet craftsmen sitting behind the scenes are actually carved from wood.
Then, who was the person who just spoke?
What made Bai Shuang feel even more weird and frightened was that she suddenly discovered that there was a person sitting behind those shadow puppet craftsmen.
In other words, a wooden statue.
It was a woman with a pretty face.
Silk threads and wooden sticks are wrapped around the palms of her woodcarvings. The silk threads are connected to the five woodcarving shadow puppet craftsmen in front. There is also a curtain between the shadow puppet craftsmen and the shadow puppets, and their shadows are projected onto the curtain in front.
It's like a play within a play.
Shadow puppet craftsmen think they are controlling the shadow puppets, but they themselves are also wood sculptures being controlled by others.
Bai Shuang watched as the female puppet's hand moved.
The light and shadow change on the screen, and the shadow play is performed.
A simple man appeared on the screen, surrounded by several men, and next to him was a village house.
An argument broke out among several people, and the simple man questioned the others in astonishment, asking why they climbed over the wall when no one was home.
The others, who were exposed by the men for what they had done, became angry and humiliated, and started shoving and shoving the men, cursing at them.
Several people parted unhappily.
The sun sets on the screen. At night, the others ambushed the man on the way home, then covered his mouth and took him away. They beat and kicked the man in the secret woodshed and asked him where his belongings were.
Finally, a knife cut the man's neck, and blood splattered onto the curtain. The man slowly fell down, his eyes wide open as he died, staring outside the curtain.
That look made Bai Shuang feel uneasy and she almost couldn't breathe.
There was still disbelief in the man's eyes, but what was even stronger was his regret and anger.
Even before his death, he tried to turn towards home before he took his last breath, his eyes fixed there, as if he was worried about the safety of his family.
If he dies, who will protect his family?
Bai Shuang's nose felt sore.
After understanding the emotions in the man's eyes and the tears of blood falling from his eyes, Bai Shuang was no longer simply afraid of men.
As she watched the shadow play, she suddenly had a feeling that this was not something that had just happened, but... an old event that had been forgotten. However, it was written into the shadow play by those who were unwilling and angry, allowing all those who participated in it or stood by and watched the old story re-enacted over and over again.
I also recalled over and over again the reasons why I was trapped here and couldn't get out.
Day after day, it's like hell.
Bai Shuang didn't know who they were, but at this moment, she sincerely hoped that those who killed the man named Zheng would receive the punishment they deserved.
She wanted to pray for revenge to succeed.
The next moment when this thought came to her mind, she suddenly heard the sound of wind whistling in her ears, and the scene in front of her quickly changed from deep red to dark red like black ink.
Then came the worried voice of Taoist Master Ma.
When Bai Shuang opened her eyes, she found that she was no longer in the theater, nor in the museum.
Instead, he lay in the pitch-black wilderness.
But the good news is that she regained control of her limbs.
She uttered "ah ah" a few times to test her voice, then raised her hand and slapped her face hard, and was happy to find that she had returned to normal.
But Taoist Priest Ma, who was squatting nearby, turned to Taoist Priest Wang with a worried look and said, "It's over. I don't know what has happened to this kid. He seems to have become stupid."
After coming out of the emotions she had just experienced in the theater, Bai Shuang was surprised to find that the two Taoist priests had found her.
She told the two Taoist priests all about her experience, and the more they listened, the more serious their expressions became.
They exchanged the information they had and gradually realized their current situation.
On the way out of the field, they saw a deserted village nearby.
The two Taoist priests immediately recognized that this was the village next to Baizhi Lake. It was exactly the same as the information they had seen before coming here, and it also matched the description of the young man who took the ebony statue.
So, the two Taoist priests decided to investigate the situation in the deserted village.
The entire village was covered with weeds and bushes and seemed to have been deserted for decades.
After people left, vegetation devoured all evidence of their existence, gradually turning this place back into part of the forest.
All that was left of the dilapidated house were the dark windows, which had not yet been completely covered by plants.
Bai Shuang looked up at the windows and felt that her heart was trembling with every step she took.
She didn't know if there were ghosts living in those houses, and if there were ghosts behind those windows as they walked through the village, coldly watching their every move, waiting for the opportunity to strike.
The darkness and silence made Bai Shuang even more uneasy. Even the slightest sound coming from the side could scare her to death.
But the Taoist priests soon discovered that there was actually someone in the house in the deserted village!
But they were not the villagers, but the missing members of the program crew.
The Taoist priests did not see anyone in the shadow puppet museum except Ye Li.
They only saw Ye Li getting angry, and then they found that the sky and the earth became pitch black. Then they came to the village and met Bai Shuang.
And now, they have gradually found the staff of the program crew in the village.
Some of them fell asleep in a room covered with moss and spider webs, some were frightened by rats and spiders and huddled in a corner, trembling, and some fainted after encountering snakes.
But fortunately no one was injured.
Therefore, the Taoist priests also keep them with them for their safety.
The variety show star burst into tears when he saw the Taoist priests.
This strong man who worked his way up from the bottom by doing odd jobs on film sets and in various program crews had gritted his teeth and persevered no matter what kind of difficulties and hardships he had encountered at work. However, his psychological defenses were broken after a short period of time in the deserted village.
It was dead silent and dark. I was so lonely that I didn't notice the passage of time. I was anxious because I didn't know what would happen or whether anyone would save me.
All these emotions almost drive the variety show stars crazy.
If the Taoist priests had not found him in time, he didn't know how long he could have continued to stay in that dark, damp and deserted room.
Although he did not suffer any physical injuries, the psychological torture was horrific enough.
The Taoist priests tried to comfort him, and Bai Shuang also felt that compared to her, variety show stars seemed to be more miserable.
Although they couldn't find the other guests, the Taoist priests felt that since Yan Shixun was there, and there was also Yan Shixun's lover with unpredictable strength, if they really couldn't find them, then those people should be with Yan Shixun.
Everyone thought that the rest of the journey would be safe and sound, but the sudden severe pain that Master Wang felt shattered everyone's beautiful fantasy.
Even Master Ma was at a loss as to what to do, not knowing what had happened to Master Wang.
It was not until Master Wang gritted his teeth and endured this wave of pain, with sweat all over his forehead, that he took a breath as if exhausted, and said to Master Ma: "The art of defeating evil."
Taoist Priest Ma was shocked when he heard this: "Are you saying that the pain you just felt was because someone was controlling your body?"
Taoist Wang nodded. "Miss Bai just said that she saw herself turned into a wooden sculpture and lost control of her body. I'm afraid I'm in the same situation as her, except that the man made Miss Bai unable to move, while I just empathize with Yansheng."
The bewildered and horrified variety show host nearby asked, "So, someone is piercing a voodoo doll to curse the Taoist priest?"
"No, it's much more powerful and terrifying than that."
Taoist Priest Wang and Taoist Priest Ma looked at each other and said, "So, it is very likely that the other party is using a method that is more sophisticated than the art of Yan Sheng. It is very likely that all of us are under the control of the other party."
Taoist Priest Ma's heart sank. "I originally thought that even if there was danger, we should have come from the deserted village. I didn't expect that we were manipulated from the beginning... How can we be safe?"
Taoist Wang also sighed.
But he suddenly remembered the tombstones behind the archway of the Shadow Puppet Museum.
"You mentioned before the art of bone replacement. There were no bodies in those graves, only wooden carved bones, and Miss Bai also said that she saw wooden puppets that could move. And from Miss Bai's description, those shadow puppet craftsmen were also similar to the portraits on the stone tablet."
Taoist Wang was startled and realized something: "So, the reason why those woodcarving shadow puppet craftsmen were manipulated to move is because of the bone replacement technique. Then isn't it the same for us, also because of the bone replacement technique!"
Taoist Priest Ma's face was serious and gloomy.
After the two Taoist priests vaguely guessed the current situation, they did not feel any excitement or joy.
They found that the current situation was far more difficult than they had previously guessed, and thus even greater pressure weighed on their hearts.
Taoist Priest Ma opened his mouth, but his throat was tight and he couldn't utter a word.
He thought of the official person in charge who rushed to the museum and Yan Shixun who had disappeared. He could only secretly hope that the evil spirit that had entered his bones could still bring them life and miracles this time like it had done in the previous times.
otherwise……
This is a deadly dilemma.
Taoist Priest Ma's heart trembled. The heavy pressure of dozens of lives around him pressed on him, making it hard for him to breathe.
If he couldn't find the person who controlled everything and destroyed the bone-replacing technique, then even if he and Taoist Wang risked their lives, and even if the entire Haiyun Temple rushed to Baizhi Lake, they might not be able to rescue everyone safely.
Half a year ago, when the young man took away the ebony statue, it was like opening a hell from which there was no return.
They still don't know what kind of evil the ebony statue suppresses.
But as time goes by, the longer we delay, the more powerful the evil spirit that slaughters lives will gain, and the more difficult the situation will become.
If we fail to eradicate the evil spirit this time and allow it to spread and wreak havoc, coupled with the special circumstances of the southwest...
In the future, if the situation really slides into an irreversible abyss, then even if the entire Haiyun Temple sacrifices its life and fills the gap with the life of the Taoist priest, it will no longer be possible to save the situation.
No matter how powerful the exorcist is, everyone who comes here will be like a wooden puppet, and no matter what they do, they will be manipulated by others. How can they win?
The great disaster started from here.
Taoist Priest Ma simulated the possible outcomes in his mind, but the more he thought about it, the more desperate he felt.
This is an unsolvable dead end.
Perhaps the exorcist who came to Baizhi Lake before them, that is, the corpses thrown out of the ruined temple by the young people who were playing there, should have seen all this.
Therefore, in order to prevent the disaster of White Paper Lake from spreading, the exorcist paid with his life, and finally succeeded in finding the ebony statue, which suppressed all the evil spirits.
But now, the ebony statue is missing, and the two Taoist priests don’t know how to find the second one.
"All the talismans I have seen are not enough to suppress the evil that can cause such a situation."
Taoist Priest Ma smiled bitterly and shook his head: "That senior is really a powerful person. He was able to find such a statue... What should we do now?"
"If we fail to successfully suppress the evil spirit in Baizhi Lake and get everyone out of here, the first person to suffer will be that young man. No matter how many people die, as the first person to take the ebony statue, I'm afraid that heaven and earth will also count the cause and effect on him. Under the evil consequences, he will die suddenly, and there will be no chance of rescue."
Taoist Priest Ma sighed, feeling confused and desperate.
Taoist Wang stroked his chin and said thoughtfully, "I was not joking when I said before that my sister-in-law and the ebony statue look alike. I really think that they are too similar. It's as if someone made some changes and fabrications based on my sister-in-law and then carved the statue."
"So what do you think? Can we carve a similar one out of ebony based on my sister-in-law's example?"
After hearing what Master Wang said, Master Ma almost choked to death on his own saliva.
"Sister-in-law? Who?"
Taoist Priest Ma was stunned: "Are you talking about Junior Brother Yan's lover?"
"You must be joking! This is outrageous!"
Taoist Priest Ma frowned and retorted, "Let's not talk about the damage caused to a living person by having his real body carved into a statue. Even if all influencing factors are eliminated, people will not care about that in a critical situation. But the statue can suppress evil spirits with great force, not only relying on the ebony and the fierce aura carved out, but also because it must have been carved according to the real body of a ghost or god. Because of the high similarity, it can borrow more divine power."
"Where did you get the strength to carve in the image of Junior Brother Yan's lover? Did you borrow Junior Brother Yan's strength?"
Taoist Priest Ma: "Isn't that the same as the other possibility I mentioned, which is to hope that Junior Brother Yan can find the person behind the scenes? What's the difference between you taking off your pants and farting?"
The staff of the program group watched the two Taoist priests quarreling and took a step back in unison. Many people looked at Taoist priest Ma with awe, wondering why they hadn't noticed before that Taoist priest Ma also had a bad temper.
Why do the Taoist priests in Haiyun Temple have such unique personalities? Their styles are completely different from the self-cultivation styles we have heard of.
Taoist Priest Wang noticed the actions of the people next to him, and couldn't help but waved his hand at Taoist Priest Ma: "Be more elegant, be more elegant, isn't it important to be an idol nowadays? Taoist Priest Ma, please pay more attention to it."
Taoist Priest Ma: "What the hell! They are about to die, so many people are dying, and you are still being polite? Can being polite save people?"
Taoist Wang was also angered.
His temper is no better than Master Ma's.
Besides, doesn’t what Master Ma said imply that he doesn’t trust Junior Brother Yan’s lover?
This made Master Wang very dissatisfied.
What happened to my sister-in-law?
At first glance, my sister-in-law is a powerful member of a hermit sect. She is very likely to be related to ghosts and gods. Maybe the gods worshipped by the sect are particularly partial to their disciples. It is very likely that my sister-in-law has seen the true forms of ghosts and gods or can borrow their power.
Why doesn't it work?
Anyway, Taoist Wang felt that if he re-carved a statue in the image of Yeli, maybe it would really work.
How do you know if you don't try? Anyway, it won't be worse than the current situation.
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