The demon fairy starts from the six-winged centipede

Chapter 269: Brother Huotu: Am I the prey? (Seeking monthly votes)
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In the small dormitory, Huang Hutu slammed his fist on the table, making a loud noise.

"These people are so bold that they have openly killed and dumped bodies. This is the fourth time. There is also a talisman on the body this time. What does it mean?"

This case is still shrouded in doubts.

There was no connection between the four people who were killed in terms of social status. The only thing in common was that the same mold was extracted from the nasal cavities of the deceased.

According to the test results given by the FBI, it is a combination of mold and insects. After being inhaled, it can produce 400 times the amount of dopamine, causing extreme euphoria and hallucinations.

But how the murderer controlled the hallucinations is totally inexplicable, and even modern science is completely unable to do it.

Huang Huotu fell into deep thought and unconsciously lit a cigarette.

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Exhaling the choking smoke, his thoughts seemed to begin to dissipate with the smoke, and Huang Huitu thought of his daughter.

She was such a lovely little girl, but now she has lost her voice and become mute, and he is the one who caused all this, which makes him feel extremely guilty.

"If I hadn't reported A Yuan for corruption, that incident wouldn't have happened. Also, how did the bullet miss the target? It's impossible at that angle."

He glanced at the amulet hanging on the head of the bed. The idea that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time suddenly sprouted like a soybean, breaking through the soil.

Huang Huitu always believed that his daughter encountered a ghost when his brother-in-law fired the gun.

It was the invisible ghost that helped his daughter. It used an incredible method to deflect the bullet, causing the bullet that could have penetrated his daughter to change its angle and blow up his brother-in-law's head.

"A Yuan, why would you want to be a corrupt police officer instead of being one?"

Huang Huotu's eyes turned red. The conflict between affection and belief made him fall into an abyss of self-blame.

Until now, he has not regretted reporting his brother-in-law, but he regrets not protecting his daughter.

As a public servant, he adheres to the principles of integrity and justice. If a mistake is made, it must be punished. The law has already set the rules. Even if it is his own relatives, he will sacrifice them for the sake of justice.

But my daughter is still so young, she shouldn't be involved.

After sorting out his confused thoughts, he thought again of the ghost who helped his daughter.

"What on earth was that?" he muttered to himself, and a figure emerged in his mind.

"Perhaps, Professor Sheng can tell me everything."

Huang Huitu put away the photos, took the car keys, and went straight to Sheng Zuchang's house.

There were not many vehicles on the road late at night, and the street lights were sparsely lit, while most places were filled with thick and impenetrable darkness.

The trees swayed in the cold wind and made a humming sound, as if something invisible was hiding in the depths of the darkness, watching him.

Not long after, Huang Hutu knocked on Sheng Zuchang's door. After the old professor looked at the photos of all the dead and talismans provided by Huang Hutu, he slammed the table.

"Oh my, this guy wants to become an immortal, why didn't you show me this earlier?"

Huang Huotu was stunned, not understanding the meaning of the words, and asked, "Become an immortal?"

Sheng Zuchang explained: "There is a school of Taoism that advocates that there are five kinds of hell, namely, the hell of ice, the hell of fire, the hell of pulling out intestines, the hell of digging out hearts, and the hell of pulling out tongues."

As Sheng Zuchang spoke, he took out a booklet and handed it to Huang Huitu. It contained detailed drawings of the five kinds of hell, which were bizarre and mysterious.

Huang Huotu looked at the map of hell and felt a little cold in his heart. He then heard Sheng Zuchang say, "This sect's practice is very different from the orthodox path. They believe that after going through the five hells and trials, they will reach the sixth path of cultivation and become immortals."

"But how to pass through these five hells is beyond the imagination of ordinary people like us."

When Sheng Zuchang said this, a hint of hidden desire flashed in his eyes, but Huang Huitu was concentrating on the map of hell and did not see it.

He flipped through the bizarre drawings and asked, "So, the murderer killed people in order to become an immortal?"

He frowned, thinking that this answer was too far-fetched to be believed.

Nowadays, science and technology are developing rapidly, and scientific dialectical materialist values ​​have long grown into towering trees.

After experiencing the incident of his daughter's bullet changing direction, he thought he had been able to accept some ancient superstitions, but when he heard the word "becoming an immortal" at this moment, he still found it absurd.

Sheng Zuchang saw Huang Huotu's confusion, stood up, took out a painting, and explained: "According to records, there was a person named Huang Shang in the Song Dynasty, who is the Huang Shang enshrined in the Wong Tai Sin Temple in Hong Kong."

"Before he attained enlightenment, he killed several human goblins. The so-called human goblins are those who have committed crimes and are neither human nor ghost. Based on this, he sent the human goblins to hell and sublimated himself. It can be seen that the four people who were killed were all evil people who were morally deficient."

Huang Huitu listened to Sheng Zuchang's words and stared at the scroll of Huang Shang killing five human goblins, feeling confused.

He was about to ask more questions when he heard Sheng Zuchang say, "It is said that Huang Shang can use talismans, make elixirs and perform rituals, and he has double pupils, which allows him to see thousands of miles away during the day and spy on ghosts and gods at night."

Huang Huotu was shocked: "Double pupils?"

"Yes, double pupils."

Sheng Zuchang picked up the brush and wrote as he said, "The so-called double pupils mean that there are two pupils in one person's eyes. Only with double pupils can we find the human demon."

"Judging from his technique, your fellow is very capable. He must have been seriously ill to be able to make this kind of elixir, which is the mixture of mold and insect entities that you extracted from the nasal cavity of the deceased."

Huang Huotu was so worried that he didn't even bother to look at the drawing. He quickly asked, "Why must it be a serious illness?"

"In that school of thought, serious illness is a prerequisite for becoming an immortal. Only when a person is seriously ill can he or she achieve enlightenment."

After Sheng Zuchang said this, he stopped abruptly, sighed, and felt sad.

"Xianyou, Xianyou, what is the secret of the Five Hells Immortal Technique?"

Even though he talked a lot to Huang Huitu, they were actually all outsider stuff. The real secrets of cultivation could only be understood with the help of terminology passed down by word of mouth. Even though he already had the skills recorded in the Zhenxian Temple, he only touched upon them briefly.

Ever since he joined the Zhengyi Sect at a young age and learned that the orthodox method could not be practiced, he had been reading ancient books and finally found the records of the Xianyou Sect.

Afterwards, he informed his colleagues on the mainland of the address of Zhenxian Temple. With the help of others, he dragged Zhenxian Temple out of the dust of time and obtained the Five Prisons Immortality Method.

Unfortunately, he was not a member of the Xianyou School. Even after studying this technique for decades, he still could not completely decipher the mystery contained therein.

The most important point is that he does not have double pupils, cannot see the human goblins, and does not know what kind of harsh conditions are followed in the selection of human goblins.

In fact, according to the records of human goblins in the Five Hells Immortality Method, he can fully mobilize the power of technology to screen out those who meet the requirements of crime.

The crimes committed by the human goblins needed by the Five Hells are actually not something secret and unknowable.

However, this is the secret of Taoism. There are thousands of demons. Which one is your destined one? You should send him to the Five Hells to sublimate. That is the most important thing. At this time, he heard Huang Huotu ask, "I finally found four words, Shaoyang Taiyin, what do they mean?"

Sheng Zuchang looked at him deeply and said, "According to the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches diagram, these are two kinds of Qi, representing from May to July, and also representing fire and earth."

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Hearing these two extremely familiar words, Huang Hutu's heart skipped a beat and began to beat violently.

A horrifying but vague answer popped into my mind.

His name was Huang Huitu, and the names that appeared in the stone inscriptions included: Liao Zhenfu, Qiu Miaofang, Chen Liangwang, and the dead Nestorian pastor. It seemed that all the names that appeared were dead.

"Fire and Earth, am I also a part of it?"

He had difficulty breathing and felt as if a big hand had grabbed his heart, or like a prey caught in a spider web.

The first change in all this trajectory began when the daughter was kidnapped by her brother-in-law.

Evidence of corruption by his eldest brother-in-law was inexplicably discovered, the bullet changed its course, his daughter became aphasic, and now there are four bizarre murders, and his own name appeared on the tombstone.

"It's like... everything was planned."

He was horrified and white sweat broke out on his back.

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The ringing of his cell phone interrupted his thoughts. He answered the call in a panic and a foreigner's voice came from the other end of the line.

"Huang, I checked the interior of the murderer's car. It's a kind of anti-static foam. The sunshade paper is also made of a special material that can completely block ultraviolet rays. This kind of thing is used to transport integrated circuits."

"All clues point to the murderer being a high-tech person with deep social connections."

Huang Huotu's hands were shaking and his mind was a mess.

There is a sharp conflict between the previous metaphysical knowledge and the clues found now.

The Five Hells, becoming an immortal, and Taoism are ancient feudal superstitions.

Foam, ultraviolet rays, and IC integrated circuits are the products of today's materialism.

The two completely unrelated things were mixed together into a hodgepodge, making it difficult for him to distinguish between reality and fantasy.

He slowly turned around and asked Sheng Zuchang, "Teacher Sheng, excuse me, do you believe in becoming an immortal?"

Sheng Zuchang sneered: "Haha, if I say yes, you will immediately start to doubt my authority."

As soon as these words were spoken, Huang Huitu blushed immediately.

This kind of question is a stupid one for a professor who studies ancient metaphysics.

If you say there is, then you are not authoritative enough. A professor, academician, and senior intellectual actually believes in feudal superstition.

If you say no, then your research is bullshit and has no meaning.

Sheng Zuchang saw Huang Huotu's discomfort and said in a different way: "If you ask me whether I believe in Taoist gods or aliens, I will never choose aliens."

Huang Huitu was stunned when these words came out. He didn't expect to get such an answer. It seemed that in Sheng Zuchang's eyes, what science advocated was far inferior to the ancient metaphysics.

He left with a heavy heart and did not notice Sheng Zuchang watching him from behind the window.

"Yellow, fire and earth, everything is predetermined. You are the destined one for that person. You can't escape or avoid it. The layout has already begun."

"That incident was just a test. They have figured out your character and your way of dealing with things. It will be your turn next."

Sheng Zuchang stared at Huang Huitu's departing back until the car turned the corner and disappeared. Then he appeared, sat back in his chair, and flipped through the scroll of Huang Shang's sword beheading the human monster.

As his fingers stroked the rough texture of the paper, he remembered the person he had met before he left the sect.

It was a statue of an old man sitting cross-legged in a jade altar, with dense talismans pasted on the outside. He did not eat or drink, and had not moved for thousands of years, but he pointed him to the True Immortal Temple.

Thinking about that confidential conversation, he said self-deprecatingly: "The gift given by fate has already been secretly marked with a price."

"Yellow, fire and earth are like this, and so am I. In the last days of the Dharma, everything is fate."

"There is no peace in the three realms, just like a burning house, with all kinds of sufferings, very frightening, and constant worries of birth, old age, sickness, and death. Such fires burn fiercely and never cease."

After Huang Huitu left, he returned to the small dormitory of the Criminal Investigation Department.

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Clouds of smoke filled the cabin, and the strong smell of tobacco could not suppress the irritability in his heart.

"Become an immortal? Five hells, human goblins, this is the fourth one, the next one is the tongue-pulling hell, can the murderer really succeed?"

He looked at the blackboard covered with photos of various clues, gritting his teeth in anger.

After carefully looking at the unearthed photos of Zhenxian Temple that he got back from Sheng Zuchang, he stared at the words on it and frowned, "Those who don't believe in ghosts and gods? This is the next human goblin in the Tongue Pulling Hell, but in today's society, there are countless people who don't believe in ghosts and gods. It's too easy to fill in the blanks."

He lit a cigarette, took two or three puffs, and threw it into the ashtray, which was already full of cigarette butts.

He didn't know who the next victim would be, but he had a hunch that he was one of them.

"So, what is my role? A human demon? Not really. So what else is needed to become an immortal?"

No sleep for one night.

The next day, he and Kevin came to the science park management office. Since the car carrying the body was equipped with high-tech products, they would be able to find out which technology company the car belonged to.

Soon, the staff found out the ownership of the vehicle.

"This is a car under the name of First Advanced, but the company ceased to exist three years ago. It was an IC design company, and the bosses were two PhDs who returned from the United States, named Huang Yiming and Lin Daosheng. The company was very profitable, but the two became obsessed with religion and became monks. They then sold the company to someone else for about 2 billion."

The staff member looked regretful, but Huang Huotu looked serious: "Do you have any information about these two people?"

Soon, the staff printed out a document and handed it to the two people, and then said: "I heard that the two spent a lot of money to move an original temple from the mainland to Taiwan. They dismantled it brick by brick, shipped it here by boat, and then installed it back brick by brick. It's really crazy."

In an instant, Huang Huotu thought of the big news from a few years ago. At that time, some people in the office joked that the two of them had become stupid because of reading too much. Thinking about it now, the deep meaning hidden in it is really chilling.

He and Kevin rushed out of the door, returned to the Criminal Investigation Department, found the newspaper from that year, looked at the content on it, and said solemnly:
"Central Century Building, Zhenxian Temple."

"Call someone, quickly, I found the murderer's lair."

(End of this chapter)