Chapter 185

"Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."

"Xiao Chu, make a wish quickly. After today, you will be eight years old."

"Who?"

"Bang -"

"Xiao Chu, run and find your martial uncle. Don't look back“

"Ah --"

Heavy ink shadow, bleak cry, the sound of flesh and blood being cut, the sound of porcelain ornaments being smashed into the ground and the wall. A little boy tightly held the jade pendant hanging on his chest and ran forward with tears.

The long street was busy in the past, but on this day, door to door was closed. He could only hear his own breathing and the black abyss at the other end of the street.

The little boy remembered his mother's warning and never looked back.

******

"Ah Chu, I have taught you everything I can. From today on, you can go down the mountain."

In a slightly shabby Taoist temple, an old man with Hefa Tongyan sat on a futon and closed his eyes. Although he spoke, he didn't pay any attention to the young man not far away.

"Martial uncle."

The young man was thin and tall, wearing a slightly ill fitting Taoist robe, with handsome eyebrows and eyes and divine light. His long hair like a waterfall had not been trimmed for some time, but was fixed into a bun with a wooden hairpin on his head.

Born a sharp beauty, plain makes this face a little more demonic.

Yan Chu was half kneeling on the ground, with some inexplicable entanglement in his deep eyes.

"Ah Chu, you should remember that people are good and bad, ghosts are good and evil, and it's a matter of pecking and drinking on earth."

The old Taoist who was called martial uncle by him opened his eyes, looked at his expression at this time, and sighed slightly: "it's all right, you go down the mountain."

At the beginning, his elder martial brothers and sisters sent him a warning that the sect would not spread to the outside world in case of crisis. Unfortunately, when he arrived, the elder martial brother's house was full of corpses, and he could only rely on the remaining traces to judge that it was a fierce ghost.

He arrived too late to find the trace of the fierce ghost.

The origin of their relationship is traced back to the great power of the Xuanmen, Li Chun. Unfortunately, the Xuanmen declined. When it came to his generation, together with his senior brothers and sisters, there were only three descendants.

All three of them are orphans. They have strong feelings since childhood, but the old Taoist is obsessed with metaphysics. His senior brothers and sisters have feelings for each other in the process of growing up, and gradually came up with the idea of living an ordinary life.

The Xuanmen have access to Yin and Yang and know eight trigrams. Because they spy on the secret of heaven, people in the Xuanmen usually account for one of the five evils and three deficiencies.

In order to get rid of the sanction of heaven, Lao Dao's senior brothers and sisters voluntarily gave up their skills learned over the past 20 years, willingly entered the secular world, married and had children.

The old Taoist couldn't understand what his elder martial brothers and sisters thought, but he wouldn't stop them from doing so. His elder martial brothers and sisters were gifted above him. At most, the old Taoist was sorry for Xuanmen and two successors were missing.

However, although the elder martial brothers have not been in touch for many years, the Taoist priest will not feel that the elder martial brothers and younger martial sisters have forgotten all their skills after entering the secular world. Even if they don't use the all-weather means on weekdays, they are afraid of being contaminated with cause and effect. It's unreasonable not to use all those skills at the critical moment of life and death.

In particular, the master gave some life-saving treasures to their martial brothers and sisters before his death. It's unreasonable. Finally, except the young Yan Chu, none of them escaped, and their death was as miserable as that.

When the Taoist priest found the martial nephew Yan Chu, he had been wandering outside for dozens of days. He made a living by picking up the leftovers in the trash can. His body was scarred. He didn't know what had happened to him in the past ten days.

The Taoist priest only knew that this martial nephew seemed to grow up overnight, but he became paranoid and cold and hated all ghosts.

Although he hid well at that time, he was only an eight year old child after all. The Taoist priest looked in his eyes and worried in his heart.

Originally from his heart, he was not willing to teach the child to learn the metaphysical skills of their school, but the child was gifted and unheard of.

Their pulse has long been lonely. In him, the Taoist priest saw the legacy of Chunfeng Shizu. Maybe their pulse will recast brilliance in this child.

But everything has its pros and cons. It is also possible that the child will be lost in hatred and become a great enemy of the Xuanmen.

After all, selfishness and love for this nephew prevailed. The Taoist priest took him back to the Taoist temple and didn't let him worship the master. He was supposed to take an apprentice on behalf of his senior brother killed by a fierce ghost and teach him metaphysical skills.

In a flash, fourteen years have passed.

Over the years, the old Taoist always went down the mountain every year to look for the trace of the fierce ghost. Unfortunately, he didn't get much. He also met his enemy when he was young and was seriously injured.

When the Taoist priest was young, his master once said that he would have two life and death catastrophes in his life. If he could not survive, he would be less in the world. The Taoist priest guessed that one of the catastrophes should be in this matter.

In the days after that, he would be able to break the pass of life and death, and Yan Chu had already learned something. It was time to go down the mountain.

"This dharma whip is the relic of your mother and the inheritance treasure of our sect. In the future, it will be yours."

The Taoist priest took out a rope from behind, that is, the whip in his mouth.

The handle of the whip is made of wood and carved with snake head pattern. The whip is made of hemp and looks like a real snake.

The snake's head is painted with vermilion paint and engraved with five elements and eight trigrams. Looking inside from the snake's mouth, you can vaguely see a head caught by the snake's mouth, which is quite frightening.

However, such a seemingly evil whip is indeed the supreme treasure of Xuanmen. It can whip demons and ward off evil spirits.

Several decades ago, there were countless deaths and injuries in Taoism and Buddhism in the domestic catastrophe, and the Xuanmen began to decline from then on. The heavy magic weapons left by the old ancestors were wantonly damaged and broken in those ten years. Now there are few magic weapons left in the hands of each sect.

The old Taoist sighed. There were three magic tools left by his sect, one was his gangtian ruler, one was the Bagua Luoyi in the elder martial brother's hand, and the demon removing whip he now had in his hand.

At the scene of the accident of senior brothers and sisters, the eight trigrams Luoyi had long been broken into pieces, and the demon whip had been broken into several pieces.

Many of the five elements and eight trigrams on the clothes have been lost, and the old Taoist priest can't repair them. In addition to the damage of the magic whip, it is possible to repair it. However, in the past ten years, he has found many natural materials and earth treasures, and only repaired 50% of it.

But even so, ordinary evil doers dare not approach his martial nephew.

He also taught what should be taught and advised what should be advised. What to do next depends on his own nature.

After saying that, the Taoist priest closed his eyes. He handed in the apprentice. The cause and effect has been settled. If something he doesn't want to see happens later, I'm afraid he can only understand the cause and effect.

Yan Chu took the magic whip and knocked his head three times. Then he picked up the luggage he had already prepared, turned and walked outside the Taoist temple.

"Hey --"

The Taoist priest sighed for a long time. At the beginning, because of his selfishness, he taught the child Xuanmen skill. He didn't know whether it was right or wrong.

I wish it wouldn't happen that day.

*****

"You see, that man is so handsome, but what clothes is he wearing? Is it a costume?"

"I don't know. We don't have any crew filming here. Is it Cosplay? Why don't we ask his microblog number? He looks like a big star sooner or later."

Wearing the Taoist robe, Yan Chu went down the mountain, got on the long-distance bus in the strange sight of others, and came to Nanshi, the place where he was born.

He knew that his current dress was a little untimely, but he didn't have enough money to change it for the time being.

For the little girls who watched him whisper, he could only act as if he didn't hear what they were saying.

The original parents died at the hands of a fierce ghost. The death was terrible. Even if a talented person from the National Security Bureau saw this and suppressed the news about it, many neighbors saw the scene. The old house of the Yan family, No. 47 HUAIFANG Road, has become a ghost house among the nearby population.

Many people think that the little couple of this family died so miserable that they will turn into fierce ghosts and stay in the house. There are even rumors that the couple want to find a replacement ghost. Whoever dares to live in will be entangled by the ghosts of the couple.

Only those who really understand this know that the house is cleaner than anywhere, because there is a residual smell of fierce ghosts, and ordinary ghosts dare not come near.

As for the souls of Yan Chu's parents, Lao Dao once tried to invite souls, but there was no trace of their husband and wife in the underworld. It is more likely that they were swallowed up by fierce ghosts and disappeared between heaven and earth.

Ghosts eat ghosts, especially the souls of two Taoist priests who have a little practice. The ability of the fierce ghost can make a qualitative leap. It's no wonder that the old Taoist couldn't find the trace of the fierce ghost after looking for so many years.

But as the soul eaten, Yan's father and mother are really not reincarnated and completely annihilated.

Yan Chu looked at the deserted house. Because it was in disrepair for a long time, vines had already climbed all over the wall, and the gap between the eaves and stone steps was covered with moss.

For more than ten years, high-rise buildings nearby have been built one by one. Because of the existence of this ghost house, it has not been able to wait for demolition.

Now most of the people living in this street are elderly people. They saw Yan Chu, a strange young man, stop in front of the ghost house and kindly advised Yan Chu.

"Young man, go back. Many masters have come here and failed to subdue the two ghosts inside."

Yan Chu was dressed in Taoist robes. Those superstitious old men and women thought he had heard of the reputation of the ghost house and wanted to eliminate ghosts. Many such masters came out one by one and never came back.

It is precisely because of this that the reputation of the ghost house is rampant.

Yan Chu knew in his heart that this was the array set by martial uncle in order to guard the family he grew up in before he grew up.

"Those masters don't know. The children of this family are missing. The couple are still waiting for their son. How can they be willing to leave."

An old man sighed. The couple died so miserable that he didn't know where the eight year old child went and whether it was safe.

They are both parents. Naturally, they can understand the ideas of the two ghosts in the haunted house. Although they can't tear down this piece because of the existence of the haunted house, they have nothing to complain about.

Especially after getting old, many old neighbors were looking forward to seeing the child on the day he came back. The resentment of the two fierce ghosts dissipated, and they resumed the excitement of the past.

Yan Chu nodded at the old men, and then left with his own package.

"Do you think the child looks familiar?"

After Yan Chu left, the old people who had just advised him to enjoy the cool outside the yard suddenly said.

"It's a little familiar, but I don't know where I've seen it."

This sentence drifted with the wind. It was just an episode. It was soon forgotten by several old people.