Infinite Script Killing

"As the saying goes, seeking immortals and worshiping mountains has no incantations. One button hurts people, two buttons invite gods, and three buttons knock on the door of the king of hell. In our family, you must first learn to worship mountain buttons. This is the basic skill."

Xu Tong had already entered the door, and Mr. Song didn't hide anything from him. He took the opportunity of the two of them walking on the mountain to talk to him slowly.

I saw the gentle mountain breeze, which felt particularly cool on people.

"The origami craftsmanship has been inherited by four families, and each family is different. No one can explain the origin. I can only say that it was passed down from the sect founded by Taoist Meihua."

"Every family has its own style. Our lineage is passed down from within to outside. There are not so many rules, but few people have died well. By the time of your master's generation, the talent has withered away, and there is no connection between the past and the present. reached the point.”

Speaking of the master, Xu Tong couldn't help but think of the master in a long gown, with red lipstick and white teeth, and a bookish look.

"Your master is very knowledgeable." Mr. Song said with admiration for his master.

In their lineage, they have the ability to collect grievances, bring good luck to the deceased, and guide the wandering souls. Although they have money molds with ghost tools, they can only make so much money to guide the way.

In contrast, it is said that the other three families have the ability to travel with ghosts, the ability to fold paper into treasures to bribe ghosts, and the ability to drive ghosts.

It can be said that among the four inheritances, their lineage has the worst abilities and is at the bottom.

But they don't know what kind of luck they have, and a genius can pop up every few generations.

I won’t talk about the previous ones, but just talk about Xu Tongshi, the master Xue Gui.

Erudite and talented, with advanced thinking, he even learned Chinese and Western knowledge. Many people said that he was a teacher.

But Xue Gui didn't care about this. Instead, he reorganized and completed the few things from his own lineage. In the end, he not only became famous, but also created the unique skill of Baishan Kou.

"In the battle at Beiman Mountain, your master Xue Gui became famous in one battle."

When Mr. Song said this, his eyes were flashing with dancing fire, and he was full of energy.

He didn't see that battle in person, but he could learn a thing or two from the seniors who had visited him.

His master used a single move to kill the Maoshan traitor instantly.

From then on, Baishankou became famous in the world.

Hearing what Mr. Song said so passionately, Xu Tong couldn't help but wonder: "Master, why don't you teach me directly? Why bother the master?"

"You're the only one who talks a lot of bullshit."

Mr. Song glared at him fiercely, and then whispered: "Because I didn't learn."

"ah?"

Xu Tong was shocked. Mr. Song, as the only descendant of Master Xue Gui, didn't learn such an awesome trick?

When mentioning this matter, Mr. Song just smiled and answered the question: "Sometimes if you don't learn the tricks to save your life, you can save your life."

Xu Tong was startled, and then he remembered that when he met his master, the master was hiding in Tibet, and he immediately felt relieved.

Judging from the situation at that time, Master Song's refusal to teach Mr. Song might also be a form of protection.

While the two were talking, they had already walked into Mang Mountain from the path.

Mang Mountain is actually very big, but in the real sense, Bei Mang Mountain is only the area north of Luoyang.

Looking far away, you can still see some scattered buildings of Shangqing Palace.

Mr. Song pointed at the Shangqing Palace, which is now a key protection unit, and chatted with him casually. He said that there was a Taoist living here back then, named Zhenjun Baidung, who was also very popular. It was recognized that everyone in Xiajiuliu created his own dirty path. The law is very powerful.

When Xu Tong heard this, he asked what kind of powerful method it was, but Song Lao laughed loudly: "Hey, a broom with shit on it is just like Lu Bu was alive."

In fact, this was a joke back then.

But it's not completely fabricated, it's true.

It is said that this Baidong Zhenjun was a dung worker. He usually stayed in the Shangqing Palace and dressed like a Taoist priest. But at that time, the Shangqing Palace was already deserted. He just wanted a legitimate reason to occupy this place, so to the outside world Claims to be a Taoist priest.

Later, people with lofty ideals from all over the world gathered in Beiman Mountain, braving the big consequences, and disturbed this guy's peaceful dream. He didn't know what happened, so he ran out cursing.

As a result, he was beaten on the spot by a Taoist priest from the Quanzhen Sect because he was not strong enough. After he went back, he became more and more angry, so he simply rushed out again with a broom. This time it was different.

When the Quanzhen Taoist priest saw him coming out, he wanted to beat him up, but he hit him with a broom and splashed hundreds of excrement on the Quanzhen Taoist priest.

It turned out that he knew he couldn't defeat the Quanzhen Taoist priest, so he simply dipped the broom in the excrement bucket and brushed it back and forth several times.

Think about it, if you swing that broom, all the gods and Buddhas in the sky will run away, just like Lu Bu in this world. This Quanzhen Taoist broke through the defense on the spot.

You must know that the most taboo thing for practitioners is to be contaminated with filthy things. The feces from hundreds of families gather together and turn into fecal poison, which is simply the nemesis of this Quanzhen Taoist.

After a few hits, he ran all over the mountain. Later, it seemed that an expert enlightened this guy. From then on, he quietly practiced in Taoist temples with peace of mind, and understood the poison of grains and the way of purification.

He became one of the most powerful celebrities in the lower circles at that time. Even the senior masters from well-known orthodox families were afraid of his grain poison. A slight contamination could damage your Taoism for several years, and if it is serious, you will be riddled with filth. Even if it is destroyed here.

However, the True Lord of Hundred Dung did not live for a few more years. After all, the poison of dung hurts others first, and it took a long time for people to know that he had passed away.

It is said that the experts from the Quanzhen Sect who had enmity with him all breathed a sigh of relief when they heard the news, and even wanted to shout to the sky and hold a grand banquet.

It is conceivable how much psychological shadow this low-level leader has brought to these Taoist masters.

Xu Tong's eyes lit up after hearing Mr. Song's little story, and he asked curiously: "Master, why don't you tell me more about Beiman Mountain?"

"It's all old news. Why are you worrying so much? Hurry up, your master's grave is right in front of you."

Mr. Song pointed at the mound in front of him, took out a folding shovel from the bag on Xu Tong's waist, threw it to him, and asked him to clean up the soil and weeds around the mound.

No wonder you came late at night. If it were during the day, ranger patrol cars would pass by from time to time. If they saw you digging, something would inevitably happen.

After Xu Tong carefully cleaned it up, he dug down along the mound under the guidance of Mr. Song. After digging for a long time, a tombstone buried in the soil appeared.

I saw the words "Tomb of Papermaker Xue Gui" written on the tombstone.

"Oh, so my master is buried here?"

After he finished speaking, Mr. Song, who was standing behind him, shook his head and said, "No, this is just an empty grave. Buried inside is a paper man, which contains the three-inch spiritual light that your master discovered when he was dying."

The so-called three-inch aura is a bit of spiritual energy. There will be a memory hidden in it, which is sealed in the paper man. It can be regarded as a treasure left by their lineage.

The reason for doing this was helpless. At that time, many people in their family were watching. It was not until Xue Gui died and he was sent directly to the crematorium that everyone felt at ease.

If the matter of these three inches of aura had been known to others at that time, I am afraid that Mr. Song would not be alive today.

Three sticks of yellow incense were inserted in front of the grave, and a handful of paper money was scattered around. After reciting a few words in his mouth, Mr. Song pinched his fingers, and a cinnabar-red thread was drawn out of a flower on his fingertips. He twisted the tips of Xu Tong's fingers: "Kneel down!"

As he spoke, he held the other end of the cinnabar thread with his fingers, made a seal with his left hand, and formed a seal with his right hand. With a flick of his fingers, he saw the red thread making a circle in mid-air and being put on the paper man's head.

"bye!"

Xu Tong followed the command and bowed towards his master's grave.

The strange thing is that when he kowtowed, the paper figures in front of the tomb also followed suit.

"Goodbye!"

The paper man trembled slightly, and actually began to fluoresce.

"Goodbye!"

After Xu Tong bowed down for the last time, his mind suddenly buzzed, and he vaguely saw the figure of his master.

It's just that the master in front of me no longer has the high-spirited and heroic spirit of the past. He is just an old man. He walked up to him with a kind face and said nothing. He took his arm hand in hand and made a strange gesture towards the front. gesture.

At the same time, a mysterious and mysterious understanding came to my heart, as if I had caught something in my mind. It was buzzing and I had already memorized all this set of actions in my heart.

He didn't know if it was an hour or two hours. When he opened his eyelids, a look of exhaustion suddenly appeared on his face.

Cold sweat broke out all over his body, which was due to waves of fear.

"Emotions, when we were on the train, Master changed his gestures and was planning to kill me??"

He had fully understood the whole set of actions of Baishankou, but only then did he realize that the master on the train had calmly raised his hand in front of him, and he had already closed the door to hell.

If he hadn't taken out the [Demon Bell] in time, he would probably have become the dead soul of one of the Master's men.

One button will hurt people's lives, two buttons will invite ghosts and gods, and three buttons will knock on the door of the king of hell.

This sentence is indeed no joke.

When he came to his senses, he turned around and saw Mr. Song standing on the roadside above, spreading smoke to several forest rangers patrolling the mountain.

Obviously, the ranger had already discovered them in this effort, but Mr. Song stepped forward and chatted, and the few people had no intention of disturbing them, and instead stood there waiting for him.

"Okay, okay, hurry up, kowtow to your grandpa and let's go back early!"

Mr. Song noticed that Xu Tong had woken up and hurriedly urged him. After speaking, he did not forget to say to several forest rangers: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for causing trouble to you."

"As long as you don't light the fire, you can talk about anything."

When the ranger saw that Xu Tong had climbed up and the incense below had been completely extinguished, he felt relieved and said to Mr. Song, "How about I take you out?"

Rather than giving it away, it is more like worrying that the two of them will sneak back and light a fire to burn paper, so it is better to send the person out in person to save worry.

Of course, Xu Tong and Mr. Song would not refuse this kind offer, so they got in the car and drove all the way out of Mangshan Park. As soon as they left the gate, they suddenly heard a harsh brake sound in the distance, followed by a "bang" sound. , I saw a faint fire coming out in the distance.