730 Something with 400 Years of History

"There is no problem." Zhang Siheng smiled.

Someone had arranged the vehicle for the trip. Zhang Meng took three disciples down the mountain. Wang Yao and Miao Sanding followed them.

In the mountain village hundreds of miles away from Longhu Mountain, the head Taoist, his two apprentices, and Liu Sifang waited in the next household. Some villagers who knew some things came over.

"Taoist master, is the thing on the mountain removed?" a villager asked.

"It has been controlled," the head priest said. "I will deal with it."

There had been two groups of Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain. One person from the first group did not come down from the mountain, which made villagers worried. Some people did not even do farm work. Others had thought about whether they should move away.

"Uncle, what is it in the ancient tomb?" Liu Sifang asked.

"You could say it is an evil spirit," the head priest said.

"Evil spirits? Are there really such things in the world?" Liu Sifang asked.

"You have experienced it yourself. Don't you believe it?" The head priest replied as he took a sip of tea.

Traveling to the mountain had seemed safe with little danger, but it was actually a crisis. The things in the grave were beyond his imagination. Fortunately, he had prepared before coming. Otherwise, they would have failed to manage it if they were unprepared.

Now, they could only wait. They had to wait for the brothers on the mountain to come.

Wang Yao was on the way to the mountain village with the Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain .

"Sir, what is that?" Wang Yao pointed to the sword made by ancient coins.

"That is the Demon Subdue Sword," the old priest said.

"It looks very old," Wang Yao said.

"It has existed since the Ming Dynasty. It is more than 400 years old," the old priest said.

"Is it strong enough?" Wang Yao looked at the copper coins connected in a series by something he did know. He felt that it was not very solid.

"It is sturdy," the old priest said. "The tandem copper coins were made in a special secret method. It is flexible but hard, and it is checked and replaced regularly."

"Why can it be used for defeating a demon?" Wang Yao asked.

"All of these bronze coins have been blessed by the Taoists generation by generation, and they have been raised in the Taoist temple for a long time, which is why it is full of nimbus," the old priest explained.

"Just like in the movies?" Wang Yao asked.

"Oh, just a little." The old priest laughed.

After a few hours of driving, they arrived in the mountain village.

"Brother," the old priest said. "Are you all right?"

"It's nothing," the other priest said. "Xiao He was injured a little, but it is no problem. Lin Feng on the mountain has already got rid of the life-threatening danger.""

"This is pharmacist Wang," the old priest said. "He came to help us.

The seven priests began to discuss how to get rid of the demon in the tomb. Wang Yao listened quietly.

The evil spirits? Is there really this thing in the world? He really wanted to see what the so-called evil spirits looked like.

"We can use Demon Subdue Mirror to control it, and kill it using Demon Subdue Sword," the old priest said.

"Exactly, I think so too," another priest said.

It seemed very simple in theory, but it posed many potential dangers. They would have to go deep into the grave.

"It is too late today," the old priest said. "The younger brother and I will go to the mountain to take a look later. We will go to the tomb to kill the demon tomorrow."

After they discussed the countermeasures, they began to divide their work.

Wang Yao followed the two old priests to go out.

"This demon is beyond the imagination of ordinary people, and its means are very strange," Zhang Siheng warned. "After entering, don't do anything out of spur of the moment."

Wang Yao nodded, taking his advice seriously. He looked up at the mountain. It was very beautiful, but there was a kind of incongruous atmosphere that could not be expressed. The closer he was, the stronger his feeling was.

The shed was quiet. Wang Yao found that there were spells on the trees or rocks around it. He went to observe it carefully. This was the first time he had encountered such a thing, and he felt very novel.

"This is the inheritance of the ancient method," the old priest said.

"Can ordinary people paint it?" Wang Yao asked.

"The material of this symbol is very particular, and there are other requirements," the old priest said. "The average person can draw its shapes but not the spirits. There are only 10 people on Longhu who really know the spells and only five who have mastered it."

"Let's go in and take a look," Wang Yao said.

Three people entered the work shed, which was still the same when the archaeological staff evacuated it. Some tools were put in the corner as if they had no time to put them away.

Wang Yao's gaze was attracted by a corner of the tomb that had been excavated. The carvings of the evil spirits were vivid. The appearance of the tomb looked horrible. The tomb's door on the back was covered with amulets, which were very yellowed. It was as if they were ancient.

"The things inside are really not ordinary," Zhang Siheng said.

"Yes, in only two days, it has become like this," a priest said. There were 81 amulets, which had taken him a long time to draw.

"Does it have to come out from the tomb door? Can't it come out somewhere else?" Wang Yao asked.

"He can't," the old priest said. "The designer of this tomb originally intended to seal the things inside. It was built with thick stones compared to the surrounding so a tomb thief could not open it."

"This ancient tomb of the Ming Dynasty has existed for more than 400 years," Wang Yao said. "What could survive for so long?"

The old priest who had arrived with the second group thought for a moment before saying, "Resentment."

"Resentment? What kind of grievances can be so heavy to not scatter after 400 years?!" Wang Yao was shocked.

"Maybe it doesn't want to disperse, or maybe it's too heavy to disperse," the priest said. "This will be known after the grave is opened tomorrow."

The two old Taoists were still not relieved. They checked again around the tomb and set some things before they went down.

That night, the group stayed in the mountain village. The public security personnel in the county also came. The team leader really respected Zhang Siheng.

"Taoist Master," he said.

"Oh, it is OK to call me Taoist," Zhang Siheng said.

"You are too polite," the captain of the team hurriedly said. "Master, what do we need to cooperate this time?"

"This mountain can never be entered," Zhang Siheng said. "We will take action tomorrow."

"I will report to the bureau immediately," the captain said. "I will close the mountain tomorrow morning."

"Thank you," Zhang Siheng said.

"You are too polite," the captain said.

He hurriedly went back, leaving the group two policemen and a car. He still had something else to do.

"Taoist, it is not the first time to cooperate with him, right?" Wang Yao asked.

"We have worked together once," Zhang Siheng said.

"Was it also because of a ghost?" Wang Yao asked.

"Well, yes," Zhang Siheng said.

"What was it at that time?" Wang Yao asked.

"Well, a lonely demon," Zhang Siheng said after thinking for a moment. "It was not as troublesome as this time."

Nothing happened overnight. The next morning, many police officers came into the mountain village and blocked the mountain.

"Is this appropriate?" Wang Yao asked.

"Yes, if we can't handle it, if something goes wrong, everyone here must be evacuated," Zhang Siheng said.

"Is it that serious?" Wang Yao asked.

"If these things are not handled properly, they will have terrible consequences," Zhang Siheng said. "After all, they could not be dealt with through conventional means and methods, such as swords and guns."

"Brother, I am ready," Wang Yao said.

"OK, let's go up the mountain," Zhang Siheng said.

Wang Yao went up the mountain with the Taoist priests. Miao Sanding and Liu Sifang stayed at the foot of the mountain as usual. This time, they were surrounded by several partners, the People's Police.

"Brother, what does he do as a doctor?" Liu Sifang asked.

"He is not just a doctor. I hope this time they can completely solve this problem," Miao Sanding said.

He had seen Wang Yao's medical skills, but he did not know his other abilities From the attitude of the Longhu priests toward him, he guessed that his skills were beyond what he had seen. Otherwise, the priests would not have talked with him alone.