Watch Out! Danger Ahead

Song Daochang sighed:

"Buried in the body, it is premeditated, it is really poisonous, no wonder I didn't even notice it beforehand."

"..." Song Qingxiao didn't remind him. In fact, this thread is very likely to be a guide to the way.

But the really successful ghost got into Aunt Wu's body when the bullock cart was stuck, but seeing the old Taoist look relieved, she didn't expose his words.

As soon as the old Taoist's voice fell, only Song Changqing exclaimed:

"Master, look."

Song Daochang quickly lowered his head and saw that the two filaments, like incense ash after burning, turned into powder in his palm. Before he held his hands together, they turned into a burst as the external wind poured in. The mist disappeared without a trace.

The evidence disappeared unpreparedly, and even the old Taoist had no time to find out where it came from.

He was a little depressed, but fortunately, he had at least figured out what this frequent stranger was.

Now that it has been taken out, whether it is Aunt Wu or the old man driving the car, there should be no life in danger for the time being.

"Fortunately, it was taken out."

The old man who drove the car was a little grateful, and when he said this, he felt a lingering fear.

Compared to being possessed by a ghost and dying unclearly, it is obviously not worth mentioning that the eyeballs were hurt.

"Dao Master, I shouldn't be a serious problem, right?"

Song Daochang nodded, and replied:

"I have felt it. This thing is possessed by the ghost, but at this time he has completely disappeared, and you will be fine."

When the old man heard this, his face was happy. Before he could speak, he heard Daochang Song again:

"But you can't leave our sight during this time."

He explained:

"You are not a person from Shenzhuang, and your ancestors were born in Yunyang, but you were also recruited. It must be related to your employment with Wu Shen."

Having said this, the old Taoist turned his head to look at his big apprentice. When Song Changqing saw his movements, he seemed to know what was in his mind, and he spread out a hand in a hurry.

I saw a pink forged purse lying in the palm of his hand, the purse pocket tightly tightened.

The old Taoist picked up the purse and rubbed it carefully:

"The purse is woven with silk and satin. It is fine silk. It should be from Shenzhuang."

The lotus embroidered on the purse is lifelike, and the embroidery is quite extraordinary.

Whether it is from the perspective of fabrics or colors, this purse is at least not low in value, but it is not something that ordinary people can use.

Although Aunt Wu said that her mother's family was rich and had a lot of private houses for her, she was probably not so rich that she could use such a valuable purse at will as a thing to send a coachman at will.

"You mentioned the purse that Aunt Wu gave you earlier, isn't this?"

The old Taoist remembered what he had said before, and half of it was said at the time, and the ghost on his body immediately became haunted, and he didn't let him finish his words at all.

The old man who drove the car also remembered this moment. His consciousness stayed at the moment he saw the purse, and what happened afterwards was vague and unclear.

But he also vaguely guessed something. At this moment, listening to the old Taoist's question, he nodded vigorously, and then shook his head desperately.

"Old Immortal Chang Mingjian." He covered his eyes, and his other bright red eye stared at Song Daochang's purse wrapped in a sweat towel like a ghost:

"Wu's sister-in-law did give me a purse that day, and I wrapped it in this sweat towel."

He swallowed, a look of fear appeared in his one eye:

"But I clearly remember that the sister-in-law of the Wu family gave me nothing more than an ordinary old cotton and linen bag. It can never be such an exquisite workmanship."

"Are you sure you remembered it correctly?" the old Taoist asked him.

The old man swears:

"It is impossible to remember wrong!"

Such a delicate thing should be very impressive after seeing it.

After being possessed, the old man should have been frightened. It was his own life. He couldn't lie.

"I remember very clearly that it contained four silver dollars. In addition to that, the rewards for the few foreigners who were allowed to enter Shenzhuang were all installed in it. There are four large oceans and three silver dollars in it. ."

He was very confident and remembered the numbers clearly.

"In other words, this thing was not given to you by Wu Shen, and it is very likely that it has been swapped."

When Song Daochang said this, he stretched out his hand to pull the knotted rope **** the purse.

The belt was pulled apart by him, and he lifted the purse and fell out.

Seven or eight large golden dollars were poured out of the ‘dang-dang’, which stunned all of them at once.

The big gold dollar was as thin as a pancake, about the size of a baby's palm, and it looked like it was plated with a layer of brass on the outside.

"This--this--" The old man who drove the car stammered, and it took a long time to react:

"How is this possible?"

Song Changqing, who was sitting next to Song Daochang's body, came over and took a piece of the big gold dollar and pinched it between his fingers, looked at it carefully for a moment, and then shouted:

"Master, look."

I saw a mark on the gold dollar, which read: Cast in the first year of Dajin Wansheng.

"Dajin Wansheng first year?"

Song Daochang leaned over and took a look, then said:

"Daikin regime? More than three hundred years ago?"

The people in the car were a little confused. Song Daochang himself took a gold dollar and leaned in front of him for a long while. He made sure that each gold dollar had the same characters written on it, proving that they were produced during the Dajin regime.

"Dajin established the country more than three hundred years ago. This Wansheng was the reign of the first emperor of Dajin." Song Daochang turned the gold yuan over and over again:

"But a hundred years ago, not long after the massacre of Shenzhuang, the regime of Houjin had ended."

With the end of the Houjin regime, the coins in circulation at the time have been gradually abolished and no longer used.

"In the first year of Wansheng, it was at the peak of the Dajin regime, and not many coins were produced." Later, he changed to copper castings to make big coins for circulation.

In the late gold period, the early large gold dollars were very rare, and most of them were collected by some antique lovers.

After the demise of the late gold government, there was not much red copper money, let alone this early big gold dollar. Not only did it appear, but it also appeared so much at one time. It can be seen that there is indeed a problem.

"Wu's aunt gave me four silver dollars? I counted and counted, and I would never make a mistake."

Shenzhuang is haunted, and everyone avoids it for fear, and regards going to Shenzhuang as an underworld.

So Aunt Wu touched a lot of nails when she first asked someone to carry it.

Behind him cruelly took out four silver dollars, and then the old man who drove the car was moved.

Four silver dollars is already a large sum, enough to spend a whole year on food and drink for the old man's family.

When he got the money at the time, he counted it over and over again, and even hugged it to bed at night and didn't leave the body for washing.

But at this time, the three silver dollars have become seven or eight big gold dollars. In terms of value, even the big gold dollars, which are no longer in circulation, are naturally more valuable than Aunt Wu’s three silver dollars and can be driven by a car. When the old man saw this, he felt a chill coming from his feet.

"The Yin Gui borrowed Aunt Wu's hand to give you this packet of gold dollars." Song Qingxiao said:

"And this purse and money should be a kind of curse cast by ghosts."

With the help of Aunt Wu, the black thread was planted into the old man's body in the form of a curse, and then the ghost was attracted and killed.

"Yes, but I obviously got it at the time..." The old man shuddered when he heard this, and wanted to explain, Song Daochang said:

"Qing's novel is correct, this is the ghost hitting the wall."

The old man chasing a car stared at him with red eyes, and he explained:

"When Wu Shen came home from Shenzhuang, she had already learned the Tao. The ghosts on her body used Yin Shu to confuse your consciousness, so when she gave you money, it should be this package, not The silver dollar you thought."

It's just that the old man was hit by the trick at the time, and he didn't know what terrible thing he had received. He just treated it as a few silver dollars and took it into his arms with joy.

"This bag of money may be money for life." Song Daochang frowned:

"There is a kind of ghost magic, cast on silver coins and thrown on the side of the road. Once taken away, it is equivalent to tacitly willing to sacrifice their lives to the money-losing person."

The old man who drove the car was terrified by the words, his body was shaking like chaff, and he was about to kneel:

"Daoist, help me." He ignored the pain and dizziness, and knocked his head on the ground.

"I have an old wife and grandson in my family, so there can be no accidents..."

"Get up first!" Song Daochang stretched out his hand to help him, with an angry expression in his eyes:

"Langlang Qiankun! This ghost is too presumptuous. You are not a person from Shenzhuang, but you are employed by Wu Shen, and you will also kill you. Such a ghost must never leave it with the world."

In his character, he has a strong sense of justice and a very kind heart. He has the heart to rescue the driver, otherwise he would not be allowed to get in the car.

Don't talk about the old man begging at this moment, even if he just doesn't speak, Song Daochang will never die.

"It's just that I'm going to Shenzhuang on this trip. There is no way to protect you for the time being." He has already received money from the ghosts and ghosts. Although the black thread has been drawn out by Song Qingxiao, the energy of the ghosts in Shenzhuang is huge. Far beyond the imagination of the old Taoist priest.

Whether it is the fog that is permeating at this time, or the weasel group that was previously driven, I am afraid that they are inseparable from the ghost of Shen Zhuang.

In this way, even if there is no black thread, once the old man leaves Song Daochang's field of vision, his life will probably be worrying.

He pondered for a moment, and then said:

"I have a way. Let's find a place to stay. I will preach a Taoist enchantment for you, and you will wait for me there."

He paused for a moment and said:

"If I can return from Shenzhuang smoothly, naturally your safety will be worry-free."

But if something happens to their masters and apprentices and they are trapped in Shenzhuang, "When things go wrong, it will definitely arouse the attention of other people of insight across the country. Then they will naturally go here, and I will leave you the same. Taoist tokens, if other people in the same class see this item and read it for the sake of those in the same class, they will surely reach out for help."

As for whether the driver can survive in the end, for today's veteran Taoist priests, they can only do their best to obey the fate.

Even so, the coachman was already quite satisfied, and despite the obstacles of the old Taoist priest, he knocked his head several times and thanked him repeatedly.

"The massacre of a hundred years ago created countless ghosts and ghosts, but the money that these resentful spirits used to buy their lives came from the big gold three hundred years ago." Song Qingxiao spoke to the big gold yuan. Probed over.

Her behavior shocked the old Taoist priest.

The money came from a wrong way, and it might be something made by a ghost, it was filled with resentment, and it could drive the resentful spirits who died in the massacre to use it. One can imagine the resentment of this money.

Aunt Wu and the coachman who had been dipped in money were recruited one after another. Naturally, the old Taoist did not want his little apprentice to encounter this kind of evil and unlucky things, and hurriedly shrank his hands——

But although his movements are fast, they are not as fast as Song Qingxiao.

The old Taoist clearly saw that she was not in a hurry, but he saw a shadow in front of him. Before he could react, Song Qingxiao had already grabbed two large gold dollars in his hand, and his movements were so fast that he could see clearly, but It is impossible to dodge it at all.

This is really wicked!

"You..." Song Daochang was a little anxious. As soon as his voice fell off, Song Qingxiao looked at the gold coin and asked:

"Does this mean that the ghosts in Shenzhuang this time are not necessarily the resentful spirits who died in the massacre incident a hundred years ago?"

"You put it down first." When the old Taoist saw that she was looking at the coin, his heart was about to jump to his throat. After reacting, he hurriedly asked her to put the gold dollar down.

She touched the coin, and there was a faint resentment on the coin, which was somewhat similar to the previous resentment on the black thread.

She got the answer she wanted, and seeing that the old Taoist was so anxious that sweat was coming out of her forehead, she obeyed the old Taoist's words and obediently put the two coins back into his palm.

The old Taoist glared at her, angry and helpless, but in the end he did not blame, but he hurriedly put a few coins back into the pink embroidered pouch, and he took a long sigh of relief.

He looked at Song Qingxiao carefully again, and saw that her cheeks were slightly moisturized and her eyes were clear, not as if she was infected with yin, so he was relieved a lot.

After this relief, he remembered what Song Qingxiao said earlier, and he hesitated:

"Three hundred years ago..."

He thought for a while before saying:

"I was born in the eighteenth year of the late Jin Kaizhen~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but I didn't say that there was a major accident three hundred years ago."

And the existence of ghosts itself is against the sky, the longer it stays in the world, the more powerful it needs to be supported by grievances.

Those who can survive for more than three hundred years can no longer simply be called ordinary ghosts-"at least they are already at the level of ghost kings."

But if you want to evolve into a ghost king, the required conditions are extremely difficult. It is necessary to gather conditions such as the time and place, as well as the nourishment of a large number of evil spirits, to breed such a ghost that can shake the Yin Cao.

Under these conditions, no matter what the old Taoist thoughts, he felt that the grievances caused by the massacre a hundred years ago would be able to cultivate such a terrifying existence.

Coupled with the special terrain where Yin and Yang meet in Shenzhuang, after a hundred years of recuperation, those ghosts that may not have been truly super-transposed have become the climate, and only then came out at this time.

The old Taoist put his purse into his waist pocket, and said carefully:

"In any case, let's go to Shenzhuang first. After we go in, things will always be clear."