One person: Reborn as Huangxian, seeking the title of Feng Baobao at the beginning

Wang Siqi stood alone in the backyard, surrounded by weeds, and he couldn't help but frown. At this time, he noticed that there were two broken talismans on the door of a room in the backyard, one on the left and one on the right, cross-stuck, obviously to seal the door.

Confused, Wang Siqi slowly walked to the door and pushed it gently. As the talisman had already been broken, the wooden door was easily pushed open a crack.

He leaned close to the crack in the door and looked inside. In the dim room, there was a coffin. The coffin was blood red and tightly wrapped with red silk thread.

Why is there a coffin in this room? Wang Siqi was full of doubts. He tried to push the door open, but found that it was locked with an iron chain.

This scene made Wang Siqi even more puzzled. If the door was locked from the inside, how did the person who locked the door get out? Moreover, the coffin was so tightly wrapped with red silk thread that it was obviously not something that could be done by one person.

Is there a body in the coffin, or is it just an empty coffin? An iron chain naturally couldn't stop Wang Siqi, and with a crisp sound, the chain was cut by him.

Walking into the room, Wang Siqi instinctively felt a chill that was not a normal temperature. Looking around, he found that there were eight mirrors placed in different positions around the coffin, just enough to surround the coffin.

Each mirror was sealed, as if to suppress the coffin. Wang Siqi frowned and walked around the coffin several times, his mind full of questions.

Who is the owner of this house? Who is buried in the coffin? These eight mirrors and the seals on the mirrors are obviously to suppress the coffin, but if they are so afraid of this coffin, why put it in the backyard? Isn't this a contradiction?
At this moment, Wang Siqi suddenly felt a gust of air passing by. He turned around suddenly and found that Feng Baobao had appeared in the room without him knowing when.

Wang Siqi heaved a sigh of relief. The long period of tension made him a little sensitive: "Auntie, can you make some noise when you walk next time? Scaring people can kill them, you know?"

Faced with Wang Siqi's dissatisfaction, Feng Baobao remained indifferent. She walked to the coffin curiously, squatted down, and a serious expression appeared on her face.

Wang Siqi didn't care at first, but when he accidentally saw tears falling from Feng Baobao's eyes, he panicked: "Baoer, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying suddenly?"

He never thought that a woman like Feng Baobao would actually cry. Feng Baobao came back to her senses at this moment, and wiped her eyes in confusion, as if she was very puzzled by her tears.

"So desperate..." Feng Baobao murmured to himself, as if expressing his feelings at the moment.

Wang Siqi suddenly realized that there must be a reason why Feng Baobao was so abnormal. He had learned from Wang Cheng before that Feng Baobao had a very keen sense of Qi.

Since the perception of Qi can be described as sharp, then Feng Baobao's perception is obviously different from that of ordinary people. She suddenly burst into tears while squatting in front of the coffin. Could it be that she sensed something?
"Bao'er, how do you feel now? Can you tell me in detail?" Facing Wang Siqi's question, Feng Baobao looked at the coffin absentmindedly and said, "So desperate, so cold..."

Wang Siqi was certain at this moment that Feng Baobao must have sensed something, and the most likely source was this coffin. Feng Baobao had a special sense, which was also a manifestation of his ability.

In this room full of yin energy, her keen perception may allow her to discover more than others. All the puzzles seemed to point to this coffin, so much so that Wang Siqi had the urge to open the coffin and find out what was inside.

However, just as his hand was about to touch the red silk thread wrapped around the coffin, Wang Cheng's voice suddenly came from outside the door: "Don't move!"

Wang Siqi looked in the direction of the voice with suspicion, and saw Wang Cheng standing at the door, looking at the coffin in amazement: "Wrapped with red silk and suppressed by eight-sided mirrors, this is an ancient method to suppress resentment.

The purpose of the red silk wrapping is to prevent the soul from leaving the place, which may be this room or the whole village. The purpose of the eight-sided mirror town is to trap the resentment in the coffin.

Although I don’t know what happened, the person in the coffin must have made the owner of the house extremely frightened.”

Wang Cheng's reminder made Wang Siqi take a few steps back. Wang Cheng also walked into the room curiously and walked around the eight mirrors a few times: "I didn't expect there would be such a cruel method. I thought it was just a legend.

There are many ancient books hidden in the Wudang Sect. I once read an ancient book that specifically recorded various evil methods, and this eight-sided mirror was mentioned in it. If you are trapped by this method, it will be difficult to enter the reincarnation cycle, and you will never be able to be reborn..."

Wang Cheng's words made Wang Siqi shudder. He asked, "Who is buried in this coffin? Why use such cruel means to make people restless in life and unable to be relieved after death?"

Wang Cheng was about to answer when he accidentally saw Feng Baobao squatting beside him. She looked dazed and seemed to be a little bit abnormal. Wang Cheng asked in confusion, "What's wrong with her? She looks a little strange."

Wang Siqi shook his head and said, "I don't know. Baoer came in suddenly just now and was particularly interested in this coffin. He squatted there and looked at it for a while and even cried."

As soon as the words fell, Feng Baobao's clear voice rang out: "I seem to see a girl wearing very beautiful clothes, but she is very desperate and in pain..."

Wang Cheng and Wang Siqi looked at each other, Wang Siqi looked puzzled: "From just now, she has been saying things that are hard to understand."

Wang Cheng shook his head solemnly and explained, "Bao'er's perception of Qi is different from that of ordinary people. You and I can feel the Yin Qi in this room, and Bao'er must be able to perceive it more deeply. In Taoism, this ability is called spiritualism."

"Psychic?" Wang Siqi was unfamiliar with this word.

Wang Cheng walked towards Feng Baobao, explaining as he walked: "A psychic is a special kind of being. Although it can be trained in some ways, it depends more on talent. Everyone has a spirit, but the strength of the inspiration varies. Whether it is perception, feeling, induction, or even dreams, a psychic may reflect reality from it. Generally, children under the age of 6 have this ability. Their spirits are purer and can better perceive the existence of other spirits. Feng Baobao is the purest person I have ever seen, so I am not surprised that she can be a psychic."

As he spoke, Wang Cheng squatted beside Feng Baobao and said in a gentle tone: "Baoer, although I am not a psychic, I have seen how to keep vigil in some ancient books. Now, focus all your consciousness on the center of your eyebrows, which is where the eighth consciousness exists. Quietly feel the changes around you. You can speak out what you feel, or you can draw it..."

Wang Cheng's words seemed to have magic power, and Feng Baobao slowly closed her eyes. Soon, a layer of light blue light appeared on her body, and she seemed to have entered a special state.

Wang Cheng stood up, stepped back a few steps, and whispered: "The eighth consciousness is also called Alaya consciousness. For most people, the existence of the eighth consciousness is unknown, but for psychics, the key to psychic communication lies in whether the Alaya consciousness is activated. The purer the inspiration, the more sensitive the Alaya consciousness. Therefore, most psychics have relatively simple thoughts, which may even seem a little weird to ordinary people. I don't know if my reminder is useful, but I hope Baoer can give us more clues. It will be dark soon, and Fengmen Village may be full of dangers after nightfall."

At this moment, Feng Baobao's hand suddenly slid irregularly on the ground. Wang Cheng and Wang Siqi quickly came over, and Chen Shu happened to come over. Chen Shu couldn't find Wang Cheng and the others, and the fear in his heart spread rapidly. After finally finding them, he found that the two were looking solemnly at Feng Baobao who was squatting not far away. He walked over curiously, only to see Feng Baobao with her eyes closed, and a light blue light shone on her body.

In this light, Feng Baobao's hands seemed to draw a picture on the ground with the help of dust. It was a coffin with the lid open, obviously the one in front of him. In the picture, a young woman seemed to be forced into the coffin, surrounded by many people, but all wearing strange masks.

As the picture was frozen, Wang Cheng and his companions could not determine whether the young woman was being pushed into the coffin or being helped out of it.

Soon, Feng Baobao opened her eyes, and the picture she had drawn seemed to be blurry to her.

"Bao'er, what did you see just now?" Wang Cheng looked at Feng Baobao anxiously and asked. Feng Baobao also woke up from her dream at this time. She slowly raised her hand, pointed at the coffin, and said something that made everyone present shudder: "The girl in the coffin was still alive at that time..."

Feng Baobao's words coincided with the scene on the ground. Wang Siqi looked at the coffin in disbelief, and a horrifying thought came to his mind: buried alive!

How cruel a person must be to lock a living person in a coffin!
"It seems that this is the reason why the Eight-Sided Mirror Town exists." Wang Cheng was much calmer, but his voice was still trembling. "Being suffocated to death in a coffin will naturally give rise to resentment. In order to prevent the resentment from affecting oneself, the Eight-Sided Mirror Town was built. But why do they do this? Who is the girl Baoer mentioned? What is her relationship with Fengmen Village?"

While Wang Cheng was thinking, no one noticed that the sky outside had completely darkened. Then, the entire backyard began to fill with white mist, and there were gusts of cold wind everywhere.

"Hehe..." Suddenly, the sound of children playing came to their ears. As Wang Cheng and the others looked into the yard, Chen Shu's nervous voice rang out again: "That's the sound. A group of children are playing. The ballad I heard was sung by this voice!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Cheng and Wang Siqi quickly came to the yard and stood in the diffuse white mist. Faintly, they seemed to really see the figure of a child in the white mist, spinning in circles, clapping his hands, and singing a ballad in a childish voice: "The sky is desolate, the earth is bright, and a beautiful girl fell from the sky. The beautiful girl is not stained by worldly things, and she wears a funeral dress to marry the groom..."

Several people subconsciously held their breath, because the song continued...

The childish voices of the children seemed particularly terrifying in this strange environment. They sang:

"The groom has white hair and is sixty years old, while the bride is young and wearing a white veil.

The mandarin duck quilt became a legend, and the next day it became a fairyland.

The sky is vast, the earth is boundless, and the fairy protects the village man.

It is difficult for outsiders to see the fairy lady, so the door is closed and the family is deprived of her power and she lies in a coffin.

The filial son laughs in front of the tomb, and the inscriptionless tombstone will live forever..."

The children repeated the song over and over again. This was the first time they had listened to it in its entirety. There was an indescribable weirdness in the song, and Chen Shu's hair stood on end after listening to it.

"This place is so weird, even the songs the children sing are so weird." Wang Cheng looked back at the coffin with a serious face, muttering to himself a line from the song: "It is difficult for outsiders to see the fairy, the door is sealed and the family is extinct, and she lies in the coffin..."

As he said this, he walked into the house and stood quietly in front of the coffin. Wang Siqi followed and asked the question that Wang Cheng was thinking: "You think there is something wrong with this coffin, right?"

Wang Cheng nodded gently, looked around at the mirrors, and as if he had made a major decision, he said to Wang Siqi word by word: "I think we should open the coffin and take a look."

Wang Siqi agreed: "I agree."

Chen Shu got anxious when he heard this, and quickly stepped forward to dissuade them: "You two, it's already dark, isn't it too risky to do this? You also heard the ballad just now, who knows what you will see when you open the coffin? How about waiting until tomorrow morning to come back and investigate?"

Chen Shu didn't want to stay any longer, especially in Fengmen Village after dark, which was filled with weirdness everywhere.

However, Wang Cheng and Wang Siqi both shook their heads. Then, without saying anything, Wang Cheng kicked the mirror closest to him. "Bang!" The mirror shattered to the ground, and the eight-sided mirror town was forcibly broken.

Wang Siqi stepped forward and roughly tore off all the red threads on the coffin. Then he began to look for tools to open the coffin in the house.

At this moment, Feng Baobao quietly walked into the room and kicked the coffin lid fiercely. In an instant, the coffin lid was kicked open with such force that it was shocking.

When the coffin was opened, everyone was stunned when they saw the scene inside. There was only a skeleton left in the coffin, but the skeleton was not lying flat, but twisted together. The inner wall of the coffin was covered with shocking scratches and scattered nails.

This scene was so exciting that even Wang Cheng and his companions could not help but close their eyes. They seemed to see a woman being locked alive in a coffin, struggling desperately but to no avail, leaving only traces of blood, helplessly watching her life fade away.

"Why? Why do you do this?" Wang Siqi was puzzled, his eyes were red, and a sense of resentment filled his mind. He kept repeating the same question angrily.

Gradually, a mournful female voice was mixed into Wang Siqi's voice. The two voices intertwined, and Wang Siqi's body began to be filled with black mist.

"Wang Siqi!" Wang Cheng quickly realized that something was wrong and stepped forward to hold Wang Siqi's chin with his sword.

Sure enough, Wang Siqi attacked Wang Cheng without hesitation. Fortunately, Wang Cheng reacted faster, grabbed Wang Siqi's right wrist, and then hit him hard on the chin with his sword finger. A cloud of black mist came out of Wang Siqi's mouth.

Wang Siqi woke up as if from a dream, rubbed his aching chin in confusion, looked at the solemn Wang Cheng and asked: "What happened?" (End of this chapter)