A hundred miles away from Renjia Town, there is a mountain called Jingyang Mountain. On the mountain there is a temple called Jingyang Temple. There is an old immortal in the temple.
His name is Immortal Jingyang.
Although it is not well-known on ordinary days, it is often worshipped by the villagers at the foot of the mountain. They do not pray for good weather or many children and grandchildren, but only for peace of mind.
It happened to be a good year, and the Jingyang Temple was still very popular. During every New Year and other festivals, there would be people going to the temple to burn incense, ask for divination and make wishes.
As for whether it works or not, few people can say for sure.
The statue of Jingyang Immortal is an old woman who looks amiable and makes people feel close to her.
"This damn weather!"
Outside the temple, a man was walking on the mountain road with one foot deep and one foot shallow. This was a mountain road, and it was not easy to walk on. It rained a little last night, making it even more difficult to walk on.
But when he looked up at the temple right in front of him, the man's eyes were filled with joy. He no longer had time to complain and quickly arrived at the temple gate.
He came here today to do business, a big deal. If it works out, even if he doesn't enjoy wealth and glory for the rest of his life, at least he won't have to work hard in the fields.
If you try hard, the shotgun under your crotch will turn into a cannon.
He took a deep breath and opened the door of the temple of the Immortal Jingyang. It was a little dark inside. Last night's rain made the temple a little damp and cold, and the chill penetrated into his bones.
He was already accustomed to it. He walked straight into the temple, bent his legs, and knelt skillfully in front of the statue.
"Great Immortal Jingyang, I brought the things here."
As soon as he finished speaking, the statue in front of him shook and turned directly from a wooden sculpture into a real person, an old woman.
Her face was full of kindness, like a bodhisattva who saves the world from suffering, but her voice was a little hoarse, "You are sure it is his."
"Yes."
The man kneeling on the ground didn't even dare to raise his head, and respectfully took out the clothes in his arms.
"I waited outside the charity cemetery for three days. When I saw them leave, I stole the things. They are definitely his. There is no mistake."
In his hand was a pair of underwear. Judging from the size and color, it was clearly a child's.
The old woman took the panties from the man's hand, put them in front of her eyes and looked at them carefully, then sniffed them and nodded with satisfaction.
"That's the smell. You did a great job!"
The man was overjoyed. According to his experience, he had done a great job. The Immortal Jingyang was very satisfied, so naturally he rewarded him with a lot of gold, silver and jewelry.
Now that he has money, he can go to a brothel tonight, see beauties, and listen to music. What a happy life this little god is living!
However, he was also a little depressed. Why did the great immortal Jingyang ask him to steal other people's underwear
Is there any special hobby
Just as he was thinking, a strange smell filled his nose, and there seemed to be some yellow mist in the temple.
He took two breaths subconsciously, and then he felt dizzy, his limbs went weak, and he no longer had any strength in his body. He slowly fell to one side.
"Great Immortal, Great Immortal, I am loyal to you!"
There was fear in the man's eyes. As an old subordinate of the Great Immortal Jingyang, he knew that this was the work of the Great Immortal, who used to punish his subordinates who had made mistakes.
But he clearly completed the immortal’s mission!
Why treat him like this
The old woman moved the walking stick in her hand, which made a strange noise. A chattering sound was heard in the temple, and a large group of yellow-skinned people ran out from somewhere.
This group of yellow-skinned people surrounded the old woman's dress, each of them put their hands in a flattering gesture, but their eyes were looking at the person lying on the ground with fierceness.
The man had a look of fear on his face and had a bad feeling in his heart. He wanted to speak, but he was trembling so hard that he couldn't speak clearly.
The old woman looked at him coldly, "You did a good job, but you know too much. If you know too much, you will die!"
As soon as the word "death" was uttered, the yellow-skinned beasts at his feet seemed to have received an order and pounced directly on the man who was lying on the ground, unable to resist.
The sharp teeth and claws kept tearing at his flesh, causing blood to flow everywhere. The bite was so fierce that only bones were visible.
The man screamed in pain, looking at the old woman with hatred, "I will not let you go even if I become a ghost after I die!"
"Your words reminded me."
The old woman suddenly realized, "Maoshan is best at summoning ghosts to ask questions. If you turn into a ghost, you will inevitably be summoned by them, exposing my whereabouts and causing trouble for me."
She raised her hand, and the cane in her hand stabbed directly into the man's head like a sharp sword, making a "swoosh" sound like a knife cutting a watermelon.
The man died with his eyes wide open and unwillingness. The wealth and glory he had always dreamed of had become nothing.
The old woman pulled out her cane. The cane was black all over, especially the purple end. Not a drop of the man's blood was on it, as if it had been swallowed up by the cane. It was shiny black and looked particularly strange.
The group of little yellow foxes were not surprised and continued to eat. This was a rare feast for them on ordinary days.
I only eat it once every half a month.
"Eat, eat, eat more so you can grow faster."
The old woman looked at the little yellow-skinned boy who was eating voraciously, and her eyes were filled with sadness. She tightly grasped the underwear and said, "Wait, wait, you will soon be buried with my child!"
Ever since she became a demon, she hasn't experienced the pain of losing a child for many years.
During these 300 years, she had given birth to only a dozen children, and she treated each of them as a treasure. But a hundred years later, except for two older ones, almost all of them had died.
Some died of old age, some were killed by others while they were exorcising demons, and some were killed by other old demons.
But in the end two of them survived and often returned to the mountain temple to worship their old mother.
But she never expected that within just a few days, her two poor children would die.
With the karma on one’s body, let alone reincarnation, one might as well go into some level of hell where one is suffering.
The old woman hunched over, walked to the altar nearby, and pulled out a book from the secret compartment.
"Blood Soul Curse!"
She touched the book, and her eyes were no longer kind, but became extremely cold.
Even if she loses a hundred years of cultivation, she will curse Uncle Jiu's disciple to death and let Uncle Jiu taste the pain of losing a son!
Uncle Jiu had three disciples, two big and one small. The two big ones had practiced for many years and had magical powers, so it was difficult to curse them and they would not die immediately.
If I were an ordinary person, I would just wait for death.
But Uncle Jiu is a Taoist priest from Mount Maoshan. The old woman is afraid that the spell will be broken, otherwise all her efforts will be in vain and it will be difficult to avenge her!
Choose the softest persimmons.
The target of the curse was the Taoist's young apprentice, who was young, frail, and had a weak spirit. There was a 99% chance that he had not embarked on the path of cultivation.
Isn't this thing really effective every time it is cast
The old woman no longer hesitated, sat cross-legged on the ground, holding Russell's panties tightly in her hand, and kept muttering something.
The next moment, she seemed to realize something ominous and vaguely saw a trace of red hair.
Suddenly, blood started flowing from the old woman's seven orifices and she fell backwards to the ground.
She is dead.