Heavenly Curse

After Mu Yi returned, Li honestly didn't ask anything. Even Mu Yi said that he would stay for one day without any comment.

Before he was noisy outside, he was not blind, and his ears were not deaf. Since such a big battle Mu Yi can return without incident, even if he stays for another day, there is nothing, anyway, the money given by Mu Yi is enough for him to spend freely. A whole year.

Although the people of the Kang family were all dead, it was weird that the remaining servants did not take the opportunity to escape, and even the rich food prepared for Mu Yi during the day, while the big slaves were happily eating, and Li was honestly eating. Oil flowing.

Only Mu Yi simply ate a little, then meditated on the bed, and in the afternoon he began to study ink painting.

Since the battle with Qu Yang, this is the first time he drew a rune. A few days ago, he hurried during the day, and the rest of the time was also used to sacrifice the time to consolidate the realm of bamboo and heels. However, it is just a leisure time today to draw a rune.

It hasn't been painted for a period of time, but Mu Yi hasn't felt a little rusty. Even because the mental strength has become more pure, the drawing is more handy and easy to use.

Throughout the afternoon, Mu Yi hid in the room. On the right side of the table, she accumulated a stack of thick runes, but most of them were cut demon runes and exorcism runes.

On the left, there are only two solitary Fu Run, but no matter whether it is selling or other, it is far from comparable to the right Fu Run.

These two falcons are naturally five thunderbolts, which is also one of Mu Yi's biggest dependencies. If he has enough five thunderbolts, even more people will not be afraid. Unfortunately, even now, Muyi cannot exceed five. This boundary.

Lift the pen and gently drop it on the yellow paper. I saw that the nib made of the yellow leather tail suddenly appeared a layer of white light, but it was not very clear because it was very light.

As Mu Yi Yubi walked, the faint white light also fell into the rune.

"Oh!"

When Mu Yi finished painting the last stroke, I saw a sudden flash of light on the table, and even the five thunderbolts floated lightly. Although the light converged after a few breaths, Fu Yi also returned to the table, but Mu Yi's face returned. It is still difficult to show self-confidence on it.

Putting this five thunderbolt together with the other two, although you can't see any difference, Mu Yi still took a minute to look into it.

Then, with a stroke in his left hand, a piece of yellow paper that had been cut earlier fell in front of him, and then he drew with his right pen. Even this time without any rest, another five thunderbolt was born.

The joy on Mu Yi's face was even stronger.

Just inadvertently, he seems to have discovered another magical effect of the qi in his body. Just attaching it to the rune pen slightly can increase the success rate of drawing runes. At least Mu Yi has never succeeded twice in a row.

But this time, he not only succeeded all at once, but also had an unprecedented smoothness and naturalness. It seemed that he could easily succeed as long as he was willing.

However, Mu Yi did not continue to draw, but set the pen aside and closed his eyes constantly to reflect on the feeling just now.

After a short while, Mu Yi opened her eyes and smiled slightly, and put together the finished amulets one by one.

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For this closed town on weekdays, it has not been so lively for many years, but this lively life has some fear, and the Kang family has died, and it is still the old man who got the Royal Gift Hall people.

As for the scandals, they inadvertently chose silence.

However, there is movement in the Jiexiao Temple in the town. On the weekdays, the Kang family, the Zhao family, and the Zhang family are three-legged and the most powerful three. When the Kang family fell and Zhang Zhao joined together, Even those old people are unwilling to touch this brow.

What's more, the two fight with Taoist priests to resolve the grievances in the filial piety ancestral hall to keep the banner of peace in the town.

Although the deceased is large, the real one who can dominate is the living one.

At the request of Mu Yi, the two set up a platform in front of the Jiexiao Temple, filled with various offerings.

The original people in the town wanted to watch it, but they were driven back by the two, leaving only a few prestigious elderly people.

Until the second day, Mu Yi came under Zhao Quan's leadership. If it was not for Mu Yi, everyone would have fallen asleep at this hour.

When Mu Yi arrived, he was surprised to find that Xue Wu was also there. It stands to reason that he should return to the county seat, but Mu Yi did not ask why he was here, but walked slowly under the attention of everyone. Come on stage.

This altar was built right in front of the Jiexiao Temple, but it was not high. Mu Yi stood on it, just looking up at the plaque hanging on the Jiexiao Temple, which said four big characters—Jiexiao Chuifang.

A couplet is also engraved on the clamp pillars on both sides of the gate. Fang Zhuoyao is gracious, and the temple becomes Kun Dexiang.

Seeing here, Mu Yi smiled at all. Perhaps this festival of filial piety did appear in the beginning to praise those women, but with the development, this kind of thing gradually changed its taste, and Mu Yi said that it was buried inside How much resentment is not a joke.

No matter whether it is for the name or gain, the blood and tears in it are absolutely innumerable.

At least Mu Yi encountered this situation when he followed the old road and walked the rivers and lakes. A widow woman was forced to die by her mother-in-law. Because she entered the festival of filial piety, she could not only sacrifice her in spring and autumn, but she would also receive a gift Thirty two silver.

During the festival, the emperor's deeds were particularly outstanding, and the emperor himself personally gave poems and satin plaques. The names of festival women and martyrs are included in the official history and local history.

It is even more serious in some places. If there is no virgin martyr in any house, it will be regarded as unethical. Although absurd, it does exist.

Under such circumstances, how sad and pitiful those women who have died of their husbands.

The reason why Mu Yi knew that there was a problem before he arrived, was mainly seen from Zhao Quan and another old man. There was a trace of resentment on their bodies, and the weird feeling when they just arrived in the town. He determined that there must be something wrong with the Jiexiao Temple here.

But after all, I was only skeptical. Now I saw it with my own eyes, and Mu Yi found that he still thought too lightly. The grievance in it was far beyond his imagination, but strangely, those grudges seemed to be killed by a force Death was suppressed in it and could not dissipate.

"Which year did this festival of filial piety be built? Why did people build it, and have weird things happened in these years?" Mu Yi suddenly looked at Zhao Quan and asked.

Upon hearing Mu Yi's question, Zhao Quan froze slightly, but he immediately answered Mu Yi's question.

"This festival of filial piety was built in Daoguang for 20 years, and it is almost sixty years now. At that time, a talented master in the town went to the door and was instructed to build this festival of filial piety by himself. The couplet on the plaque was written by the old master of that year, but that old master died decades ago. "

"As for saying strange things?" Zhao Quan frowned and groaned.

"There was a thunderous thunder the night before ten years ago here, and the roof of the Jiexiao Temple was leaked." Before Zhao Quan remembered it, someone beside him said for him.

"Ten years ago?" Mu Yi pondered for a while before continuing to ask: "What kind of son did the talented master of that year stay?"

"No, they are all dead." This time, Zhao Quan said without hesitation.

"Are you sure?" Mu Yi asked again.

"Yes, in fact, the master Xiucai had a young son when he died, but he died less than two years ago, and that young son was suddenly sick and violent." Zhao Quan said.

"Is there a sudden riot in your town these years, or are there many men who have died innocently?" Mu Yi asked.

"This seems to be a lot. I have asked doctors before to see that they are indeed violent and not murdered." Zhao Quan said seriously, apparently they had doubts about this situation.

"Then all the dead women here are worshipped here?" Mu Yi continued to ask.

"Only those who keep their filial piety will be worshiped inside," Zhao Quan said.

"Including those women who died unjustly?" Mu Yi taunted, and Zhao Quan froze immediately, wondering how to answer this question.

"Well, you can step back." Mu Yi did not embarrass Zhao Quan anymore, but waved his hand to keep him away from the altar.

After Zhao Quan retreated, Mu Yi put the years bamboo in his hand on the table.

Then take out a few exorcism symbols, and excite them.

Suddenly, those old people and even Xue Wu were all wrapped in white light.

This sudden change immediately shocked them and wanted to resist, but found that these white lights did not seem to be harmful. Even after entering their bodies, they only felt warm, not only the coldness of their bodies swept away, but also the spirit It also shuddered.

"Here, this is immortal art." One of the old men said with trembling, before he felt that he was about to stand still, but after absorbing white light, the whole man was suddenly full of power, even making him feel as if he was young.

And all this happened with Mu Yi's hand. He could not think of any other reason besides fairy art.

Those old people may think that this is immortal art, but Xue Wu is more knowledgeable after all. When he feels the change of his body, his face is shocked, but in his heart, it is more fluke.

Originally after returning to Yamen today, he was hesitant several times, thinking about whether to sue the county prestige, and the time of the day was enough to get some good people from all around, everyone may go together, it may not be impossible to control Mu Yi.

But in the end, Xue Wu thought of everything that happened in the young lady's room, and finally extinguished her thoughts, and the ghost stunned him back, so she wanted to see what Mu Yi was going to do at night.

But I didn't expect that before the real good show came on, he first encountered such a shocking scene, and even thought of those thoughts during the day, giving birth to more fear.

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