Maoshan Taoist priests practice falsehood and become reality

Chapter 22 I can’t tell the difference between my nephew and my master

"So my Wan'er is fake?"

Looking at the headless female corpse on the ground, Yuan Jingshu still couldn't believe it.

Five minutes ago, he was held down by the powerful nephew in front of him, the murderer of his lover, and he had to listen to a heart-purifying mantra.

However, after listening to the divine incantation, the sadness in his heart actually subsided, and he felt as if he had just awakened from a dream.

Then, he looked around blankly and saw that the house was in a dilapidated state, with dust and spider webs everywhere. What was even more terrifying was that there was a headless female corpse lying next to it that was so rotten that it stank.

The clothes worn by the female corpse looked very familiar.

Yuan Jingshu didn't dare to think too much.

Then, Su Heng explained to him the ins and outs of the matter very briefly.

In short, Baihua Village was invaded by evil spirits. The evil spirit creates a series of illusions that make people feel happy, just to keep everyone in the village.

Many things are fake. For example, the food that Second Master Uncle eats is actually soil and animal carcasses. And Lin Wan'er, whom Yuan Jingshu loves, is not a living person either.

The beautiful memories of love in Yuan Jingshu's mind are all fake.

The truth is that he took care of the body for three days and three nights.

Hearing this, Yuan Jingshu couldn't bear it anymore and retched. He didn't eat much and didn't spit out much Guanyin soil. But he vomited more excitedly than anyone else, as if he wanted to vomit out his soul and memories together.

Su Heng and Xia Xiaoling expressed deep sympathy for this.

The harm caused by evil spirits is not only physical, but also mental trauma.

However, the current situation is urgent and there is no extra time for Yuan Jingshu to slowly heal his injuries.

"Be strong and put on your pants quickly. Uncle Jinghong is still waiting for us."

"Jinghong. Is he still alive?"

"Still throwing up."

Xia Xiaoling said that Yuan Jinghong had eaten too many unclean things in the past few days, and his whole stomach was bloated, and there was no way to solve it at once.

"Let him throw up while walking."

Su Heng thought that there could be no further delay. Since the two uncles were fine, the sooner the four of them left this strange village, the better.

Fear of change later.

The three walked out of the room.

Su Heng noticed immediately that all the heads hanging on the beams had woken up and were looking at them in unison.

Fortunately, these heads cannot speak or shout. He just grinded his teeth and stared at everyone with his protruding, cloudy, dead eyes.

Su Heng felt an ominous feeling in his heart, Xia Xiaoling felt hairy all over, and Yuan Jingshu couldn't even walk steadily.

"You guys go to Second Master Uncle first, and I'll take care of these dead heads!"

"it is good!"

Xia Xiaoling hurriedly picked up Yuan Jingshu and walked forward. During this period, Su Heng kept jumping up and swinging his knife, stabbing the heads of dead people one after another.

……

Outside the corridor, after Su Heng stabbed the sixth dead man in the head, the noisy grinding of teeth completely disappeared.

He wiped off the blood on the dagger and glanced at the panel mysteriously.

Faint small words appeared in his eyes.

Name: Su Heng

Identity: Maoshan Taoist priest (real)…

Spells: Purify the Heart (True), Purify the Mouth (True), Bless the Incense (100/100·False)… Source point: 19.7 (daily increase of 0.2)

Source points have been added.

Before killing these dead heads, Su Heng's source points were 1.7. After killing six dead heads, his source points increased by 18 points.

Each evil spirit actually has three source points of income! Converted into days of natural growth, it takes fifteen days!

A wave of kills directly helped Su Heng shorten the waiting time for the source point by ninety days.

Now the Pure Heaven and Earth Divine Mantra and the Golden Light Divine Mantra also have their origins, and they can become true through practice.

However, there is currently insufficient proficiency in these two divine spells.

Too many things happened in the past few days, and he had no time to practice. After returning this time, he had to concentrate on practicing quietly for a while.

There must be a brave man under a heavy reward, and Su Heng's mentality quietly changed.

"I wonder if there are any other evil spirits in the village?"

While thinking about it, Xia Xiaoling led her two uncles out of the room. After persuasion, Yuan Jinghong, who was vomiting to the point of collapse, realized something strange about Baihua Village.

"It makes sense to have endless delicacies, but there was a beautiful woman who wanted to marry Jingshu. I felt something was wrong at that time. Also, I know Jingshu's physical condition well. How can it be possible to have a night and night party..."

Yuan Jingshu's face turned dark: "Brother, stop talking. It's important to escape."

The condition of the two uncles has recovered well, which is completely beyond Su Heng's expectations. I wonder if it has something to do with the Mind-Purifying Curse?
  "Four people can fit in one car. Xiaoling, have you brought the car keys?"

"of course."

Su Heng stopped talking nonsense and took the lead towards the stairs. Walking to the first floor, he found nothing unusual, so he continued towards the ancestral hall.

The four of them came to the ancestral hall, and the flashlight happened to shine on the incense table. Su Heng's pupils shrank and he saw that the photos placed in front of the case had changed dramatically.

What was originally placed here was a family photo, with a color photo of the village chief and his family on it. Now it is a bust portrait of the old village chief. The color of the photo has also changed to black and white. It is a posthumous photo!
  The red banner also changed to black and white, and the words "Congratulations to Lin Chunsheng on his 80th birthday" were replaced by "My deepest condolences to the old village chief Lin Chunsheng."

Withered chrysanthemums were placed around the photo of the deceased, making the entire ancestral hall look like a mourning hall.

"Two uncles, what did you do here before?" Su Heng asked.

"The old village chief celebrates his eightieth birthday, don't you know?"

"The old village chief is dead."

"The old village chief is dead?"

There was a tingling pain in his temples, and strange yet familiar memory fragments appeared in Yuan Jingshu's mind.

In the picture, the three members of Lin Chunsheng's son's family were kneeling in front of the mourning hall, wearing sackcloth and mourning. Wearing Taoist robes, he and his senior brothers rang bells and chanted "The Mystical Sutra of Saving Suffering and Eradicating Sins Said by Heavenly Master of Xuan Ling Bao from Taishang Cave".

"The gods of the ten directions, as numerous as sand and dust, have transformed into the realms of the ten directions. They have helped save the heavens and humans. They have gathered their merits with their energy and have united their voices to save the sinners. The sinners are really pitiable. I am now preaching the wonderful sutra, and I will recite it without rest. Return without pausing, you will enjoy great blessings in heaven, and there will be no sound of pain in hell..."

Yuan Jingshu felt like the world was spinning. The front of his eyes was suddenly the warm Lin family ancestral hall, and sometimes the cold Lin Chunsheng mourning hall.

The scenes in my memory are also torn and blended. Sometimes I hear the laughter at the banquet, and sometimes I hear the secret sobbing of the Lin family.

He saw Lin Wan'er walking towards her and expressed her vows to each other. In an instant, the beauty in her arms turned into withered bones, leaving only a horrified head that laughed infatuatedly.

"Uncle Master!"

Amid the violent shaking, Yuan Jingshu, who was on the verge of coma, gradually regained consciousness. He said feebly:
  "My nephew, I seem to hear the sound of gongs and drums, ten tones and eight music. Could it be that the opera is starting again? But how is that possible? It's already midnight. Ah, what is true and what is false? I can't tell the difference. It’s clear…”

"Uncle Master, we all heard it."

Su Heng looked solemn.

Outside the ancestral hall, in the courtyard of the Lin family, ten tones were played in August.

The sound of gongs and drums "dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong" is particularly harsh late at night.

(End of this chapter)