Qi Yin asked them according to the words. The sinners shivered and said with trembling lips: "The name of the evil ghost, we dare not call it. The sin of the evil ghost, we dare not speak."
"..." Qi Yin almost vomited blood with anger, "Aren't you very patient when you chased me just now? Are you so virtuous now?" , is it possible to walk sideways? Seeing that they were really frightened, Qi Yin put Fu Lan on the ground, put him in his arms, and coaxed him: "Didn't you say that I am your god? Don't be afraid, I control this evil ghost, he has already You can't escape from my palm, you don't have to be afraid, just come one by one." He hugged Fu Lan tightly and said, "Look, he can't move if he is so deadly."
Zhu Mingzang felt something was wrong and asked the black cat in a low voice, "Fat cat, is this kid taking advantage of your master?"
The black cat gave it a sideways look, "Could it be called taking advantage of things between brothers? It's called dating each other."
"This person is not that evil ghost..." An old voice sounded from behind the sinner, his eyes fixed on him, the sinners crowded together made way in the middle, and a shriveled and shriveled old man crawled from behind. come out. His limbs were scorched black and thin, like the rotten roots of an old tree, and a clump of hard gray hair was scattered on the top of his head. His limbs seemed to be broken, he couldn't walk, he could only crawl on his elbows. Slowly crawling to Qi Yin, he said: "Sir, this person is not a sinner, just as you are not our god."
"Master, you are not confused." Yun Zhi came over and squatted in front of the old man.
The old man's dark eyes turned to Qi Yin, and sighed, "We have been trapped in the tomb of the gods for thousands of years, and we cannot escape. Suddenly, we smell the breath of the gods, and we will inevitably be insane. My lord, the gods can't breed and have no children, although I don't know where your bloodline comes from. Come here, but it must be related to the Great God Bailu. As for this child, the breath is similar to that evil ghost, but if you distinguish it carefully, it is different."
This old man was different from the other criminals who cried and cried. He put his hands on his knees and sat upright on the ground, with a kind of solemn calmness. Although they have committed crimes, they are still the ancestors who have lived for thousands of years. Qi Yin can't afford to be his kneeler. To clarify, just now you said that the evil spirit in the golden figurines, what is going on?"
"He is a sinner in the Southern Border, a blasphemous villain. It was he who provoked the war between the Central Plains and the Southern Border, which attracted the wrath of the god Fuxi and the raging fire. Mortal world. I still remember that day when the sky was crimson red, our deity turned into deer spirits running on the clouds, and the clear cry resounded through the heaven and earth. That day, it finally rained in the southern border after three years of severe drought, all the souls of mortals who died in battle They all rested in peace and went to the other side of the netherworld. Fuxi stopped fighting, and the gods sang the bronze drum at the end of the sky, mourning the fall of my god. Since then, there have been no gods in my southern border."
The sinners in the tomb avenues covered their faces and wept, and the cries came and went one after another. Seeing their dead father, Qi Yin hesitated to tell them that the deer was alive.
"After the war, the gods and witches ruled the evil ghost, smothered his eyes, cursed his body, sealed him in the apse, and accompany the great god for eternity. I escaped." The old man raised his finger, and his fingertips condensed a little light, "Sir, I can let you enter my memory and go see that evil ghost."
Qi Yin was a little hesitant. These criminals have been sealed in the tomb of the gods for so long, and they just woke up and became more mad. Who knows if this old man will play any tricks? He looked back at Fu Lan, who put his hand on his shoulder and nodded.
His brother said yes, and Qi Yin agreed.
"My lord, you will see what I see, hear what I hear, and you will know where that evil ghost passes and what he does."
After he finished speaking, his skinny fingertips touched Qi Yin's eyebrows, a pale white light flashed, and Qi Yin's eyes suddenly darkened.
Qi Yin fell into an indescribable darkness, he was stunned for a while before he regained his senses and found himself standing against the wall. He couldn't move, as if he was bound by a cocoon, and he was suffocating and uncomfortable. It was dark in front of him, and he couldn't see anything clearly. He remembered that he should be in the old man's memory. He could only see what the old man saw and hear what the old man heard. The old man's eyes were blinded, so he was also blind.
He felt vaguely uneasy, as if danger was approaching him. Just then, he heard crying.
It sounded like a man's sobbing, intermittent, mournful whimper, as if his mother and father had died. The sound came from the depths of the tomb, like a gloomy wind, drifting to his ears, and the coolness was on the back of his neck. Even after hearing these criminals cry, Qi Yin still had goosebumps all over her body. The cry was getting closer and closer, and at the back right of him, Qi Yin wanted to turn around to have a look, but he couldn't turn back, let alone move.
His body finally moved, and Qi Yin breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that he raised his right hand, something floated out of his palm, and his vision suddenly brightened a little. He could see that the place he was in was a narrow tomb, with an ever-bright fire burning in the bronze beak lamp in the corner, and a gloomy green light enveloped the entire tomb. There were many pale little butterflies swaying in the tomb, their wings fluttering, and they fanned out a little halo. He realized that this was the avatar of the old man, and the old man used the secret method of Wu Luo to spy on the criminal who escaped from the golden figurine.
The cry got closer and closer, he squatted down, or the old man squatted down, the white butterfly fell on the ground, and through the thin door, he saw a thin shadow cast outside, a rich purple mandala Luo Xiang'er floated to the tip of her nose, and then, a dry and charred foot landed in front of her. The feet passed his eyes and disappeared into the darkness.
It looks no different from other criminals, and Qi Yin disagrees. Evil, how evil is it? Does he eat people? He gently pushed open the stone door and quietly followed behind. Qi Yin really wanted to see that guy, but Bai Die was swaying around her side, not daring to get too close. The old man was so timid that he didn't even dare to look at it.
The cry stopped moving, and he also stopped, bowing and hiding in the corner. The cry kept lingering at the door of the White Deer nave, Qi Yin was so impatient waiting, she just wanted to get her head out and see what the evil ghost looked like. His body suddenly moved, and his white butterfly flapped its wings and flew out of the corner. He finally saw the guy, kneeling at the door of the nave under the ever-bright fire, with his forehead against the rough door, weeping sadly. Tears of blood flowed out of his empty eyes, slid across his dry cheeks, and fell to the ground tickly. His lonely and frail shadow was cast in the tomb, and Qi Yin somehow felt that the criminal was a little pitiful.
The old man didn't dare to look any further, and the white butterfly only floated out for a moment, then immediately folded back. Qi Yin wanted to take a closer look, but the old man didn't dare to move. The crying stopped suddenly, and no footsteps were heard, and Qi Yin felt doubts in her heart. He quietly leaned out again, Bai Die perched on his shoulder, and through Bai Die's eyes, he looked into the deep tomb. The Changming Fire did not know when it was extinguished, the eyes were pitch black, and there was nothing to see. Qi Yin blinked hard, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.
His eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, and a thin outline appeared in front of him. He was horrified to find that the evil ghost was squatting in front of him. They were very close, and the distance between the two faces was almost a slap. eyes, staring at him motionless.
The evil spirit raised the corners of his mouth and curved into a faint smile. He opened his mouth, word by word, in a low voice.
"I saw you."
Somehow, Qi Yin always felt that what he said was not to the old man, but to him. He wanted to escape, but his body froze like this, as if a heavy load was placed on his shoulders, and he couldn't move for half a minute.
He watched helplessly as the evil spirit stretched out his dry palm to him, and the old man's voice suddenly sounded in his ears, anxious and frightened.
"Sir, close your eyes! Close your eyes!"
Its palm was getting closer and closer to him, and he wanted to close his eyes, but his eyelids seemed to be reluctant, and he couldn't close them.
A pair of warm hands covered his eyes, his field of vision was suddenly pitch black, the burden on his body was suddenly relieved, and he woke up sweating profusely. Putting his hands down, he saw the gang of crying criminals again. He turned his head with lingering fears, and Fu Lan leaned against the wall, resting with his eyes closed. It was Fu Lan who just covered his eyes.
He was covered in sweat, as if he had just experienced a nightmare. Qi Yin suppressed the trembling hand and said, "Old man, are you able to walk in your memory?"
"Yes, I made a fatal mistake. I shouldn't look at him. If I look at him, he will notice, and he will break my hands and feet." The old man said.
"Will you be found at a glance?"
"Like if someone scolds you behind your back, you will yawn. Voices and eyes have power, and gods can sense the existence of each other through calls and eyes. Lord, he is very strong, he was the closest person to God in the world. Never call his name, the wind will bring your voice to his ear, and he will hear your voice. Never look directly at his face, look in the direction that exposes you, he will detect your gaze "The old man said, "Sir, you can go to the Bashan Temple. He was erased from the classics, he was deleted, and he was eliminated. You will find his traces between the lines and learn about his past. ."
Zhu Mingzang whispered to the black cat: "Fat cat, do you think this ghost is the old monster of a thousand years? No wonder that old monster has to cover his face, he looks so ugly, and it scares people to death on the street when he goes out."
The black cat patted its pig face with a paw, "Shut up, be careful he hears you speak ill of him, and a fire burns you into a suckling pig."
"Old man, I think you have been chasing Hei Zai for a long time, and you must have something to ask for." Yun Zhi smiled, "We are all in a hurry, you have waited for thousands of years, and you must be in a hurry, it is better for everyone to say it clearly. Come out, how?"
The old man smiled lightly, "Yes, my lord, I am waiting for the curse of the gods and witches, my body will not rot, and my soul will not die. We have been in this god's tomb for too long, my lord, you have the blood of the white deer in you, I beg you to grant it Our blood, let us go to the other side of the nether."
"How much? You don't want to suck Hei Zai dry, do you?" Yun Zhi asked.
"No, no, just one drop. There are 30 criminals here, and I only bother the adults to break a little flesh." The old man hurriedly said.
Qi Yin untied the cloth strip in his palm, the tip of his left finger congealed, and thirty blood droplets swayed out of the wound in his palm and flew towards the criminals in the tomb. All the sinners knelt on the ground, holding up their palms to catch the red blood drop.
The sinners said in unison: "Sir, thank you for your kindness, and may the Great God of Bailu bless you and protect you in good health and longevity."
Drops of blood were suspended in the air, dripping between their eyebrows. Every sinner lit up with white light, and the charred black shell was cracked, revealing their original appearance. Their hair was tied in small braids and hung down on their rounded shoulders. Most of them were half-naked, with demons and monsters tattooed on their chests and backs, and some were tattooed with the white deer running to the moon. Looking down, she was wearing a silver skirt around her waist, wrapped in a ring of bone ornaments. They bowed their heads to Qi Yin again, and the big silver rings under their ears swayed and gleamed.
"My lord, please remember that when you are out of the tomb of the gods, you must never say his name. He is an evil ghost, and he will come back one day to avenge you, the gods, and the whole world." The old man kowtowed, "He His name is Wu Yuli."
After speaking, all the white souls began to dissipate, like the clouds and smoke in the mountains, the wind and clouds scattered.
"Old man, dare to ask what your sin is?" Qi Yin asked.
"I raised him," the old man's empty eyes flowed with crystal tears, "I raised that evil ghost... I watched the purple firefly butterfly fly out of his palm for the first time with my own eyes, and I also watched him lie in Gold figurines with black silver locks. That evil ghost, that child..."
The soul dissipated, and the tomb passage became quiet again, leaving only a shallow sigh, which went away with the wind.