My grandfather asked me to kill him? The long knife in my hand almost fell to the ground!
My grandfather said sternly, "Hold the knife steady! I told you long ago that I am already dead, and you are just chopping a dead person. Remember, you can risk your life to save your living companions, but don't pay attention to the dead, even if they are your loved ones. Do you understand?"
"But..." I wanted to say "I can't do it". That was my grandfather, even if he is no longer alive, I can't slaughter his remains!
My grandfather was furious and said, "Listen to me, if you don't do it, you are not my grandson, Wu Qiankun, and you will never say that you are a member of the Wu family again. This is the last thing I will tell you, you must remember it clearly. Even if..."
My grandfather said in a deep voice: "Even if you meet me again in the future, you must kill me if necessary!"
I suddenly raised my head and asked, "Master, what do you mean?"
My grandfather sighed and said, "So far, no one has succeeded in changing their fate in the Half Life Way, but I won't give up. I want to try again. But the prerequisite is that I must let you cut me with a knife. If you want me to turn into ashes and never reincarnate, you can leave now! Otherwise, you can cut me with a knife."
I gritted my teeth and nodded: "I'll listen to you!"
My grandfather's voice softened. "You must remember every word I say now, and even treat it as a commandment. Do you understand?"
"First, unless it is a life-or-death situation, there is no deep blood feud, and there is no great favor to be repaid, you must never use the art of usurping fate. The art of usurping fate is of great importance. Once it is leaked, you will either be imprisoned for life and have your fate usurped by someone else, or you will pay an unbearable price and regret it for the rest of your life. Remember this, remember this."
"Second, the Half-Life Ghost Vein gives you the Ghost Eyes, and the Divine Vein gives you the Unparalleled Divine Hands. If you have the chance in the future, you must get the Divine Vein's Heaven-defying Hands no matter what. Remember, you must get them no matter what method you use. I said that the pair of hands you are missing is in the Divine Vein."
"Third, if you encounter a half-life branch, don't trust it easily. Remember, remember."
"Fourth, don't trust the Ghost Eye too much. The most difficult thing in the world to predict is destiny. Destiny is not necessarily unchangeable. It is as difficult as ascending to heaven for a sorcerer to change destiny, but it is as easy as pie for God to change destiny. If you rely too much on the Ghost Eye, it may lead to your eternal damnation."
"Fifth, the key to the inheritance of the Half Life Dao is a coffin. If there is a chance in the future, you must fight for it with all your strength. Whoever dares to stop you can be killed. Remember, remember."
"Sixth, your destined wife has three red moles on her palm. You are destined to meet at a certain time, and she will marry you naturally. Apart from her, you cannot marry anyone else, even if that person makes you love her deeply! Can you do it?"
My grandfather said six things in a row, but this was the only thing that forced me to answer. At that time, my mind was completely confused and I couldn't think of what to do. I just nodded and agreed: "I can do it!"
My grandfather said in a deep voice: "I want you to swear! Swear with blood!"
"I..." I didn't expect my grandfather to be so serious. For a moment I didn't know what to say.
My grandfather said in a deep voice: "I say one sentence, you say one sentence. I, Wu Zhao, swear to heaven. If I do not obey my grandfather's warning and marry someone else, my grandfather Wu Qiankun's soul will go to the eighteen levels of hell, suffer torture forever, and will never be able to reincarnate. This oath is witnessed by heaven and earth, and watched by gods and ghosts."
After my grandfather finished speaking, I couldn't help but shudder. Why did my grandfather do this
There are many people in this world who don't take oaths seriously, because few people see their oaths come true. However, sorcerers are different. Sorcerers are born to deal with ghosts and gods. Once an oath is made, it will come true. Even if the heaven and earth don't punish, the ghosts and gods will never let it go. What's more, it is a blood oath made with the blood of the sorcerer
Before I could wrap my mind around the thought, my grandfather said sternly, "You don't want to swear? Say—"
"I do!" I could tell there was sadness in my grandfather's voice. Whether it was for the sake of family affection, or to make my grandfather feel more at ease, or to make me feel less guilty...
I could only draw my knife and cut three fingers on my right hand, then raise my hand to the sky and say solemnly: "I am Wu Zhao..."
Every time I spoke, three drops of blood slid down my palm and fell to the ground. I didn't look down at the blood on the ground, but I knew that my blood was seeping into the ground without leaving a trace - it was the ghosts and gods guiding the blood oath.
When I finished my last sentence, a muffled sound suddenly exploded in my ears: "I promise!"
Ghosts and gods are watching over me! It really is ghosts and gods watching over me. I'm afraid this blood oath will stay with me forever.
My grandfather then sighed and said, "My dear child, I am sorry for what you have done. One day in the future, you will understand my good intentions. The last thing I want to tell you is to live, live well, and expand the Wu family. If... I mean if... if it is possible, you must end the tragedy of the Wu family with your own hands."
"Generation after generation of the Wu family has been paying the price for the mistakes made by their ancestors. My grandfather, my father, and I... Although we thought we had mastered the art of usurping fate, we were unable to change the fate of the Wu family."
"Remember, you must find that coffin."
"Remember, you must have a child before you can end the fate of the Wu family."
"Do it—"
The last two words my grandfather said were almost like a roar. I subconsciously took a step forward and raised my knife to chop at his neck. When the cold blade approached his neck with a whistling sound, I stopped it abruptly. Although Luosha's blade cut my grandfather's collar, it didn't hurt him at all.
I loosened my hands and threw away the Rakshasa, then knelt down: "Master, I really can't do it! I..."
"Ah..." my grandfather sighed, "We are still one step behind."
My grandfather said, "Do you know what is the most taboo in usurping a person's life? It is all the things you can think of but are powerless to change. I can imagine that you will not be able to bear to do it in the end, but what can I do if I force you again and again? You will not be able to bear to do it, and you will be like this at any time. Forget it! Go away!"
My grandfather reached out and took out three ghost coins: "It's yours. After you go out, seal the secret passage and don't let anyone in."
When I reached out to take the ghost money, I could see my grandfather's appearance clearly in the dim light of the candle. There was only waxy yellow skin on his face, and his eyes had turned gray, as if he had become blind.
"Grandpa..." I couldn't help but want to touch my grandpa's face with my trembling hands, but my grandpa said: "Silly child, I told you a long time ago that I was dead, why didn't you believe it?"
Although my grandfather was speaking, his lips did not move. It was not him who was speaking, but his ghost.
"Grandpa, what happened to your eyes?" I could tell that my grandpa must have passed away a long time ago. He might have been gone when I just finished my apprenticeship. But why did his eyes become so bad
"I did it myself," said my grandfather. "I had to seal the seven orifices. When a person dies, they are put into a coffin, which is nothing more than finding a place for the ghost to rest. The body is easy to decay, so people think of making a coffin; if the body does not decay, it is the best coffin. I sealed the seven orifices and took an antiseptic drug, which is like making a coffin for myself! You don't have to think about putting a coffin in it and burying it. Just like that! You can go!"
My grandfather's words were obviously inconsistent. One moment he said he wanted me to chop off his head, and the next moment he said he had turned himself into a flesh coffin.
This is definitely not right!
I said in a deep voice: "Master, are you really usurping my life? Did I do something wrong?"
My grandfather whispered, "It's true that I am usurping fate. However, I am not using the family's fate-mending technique, but something I have figured out on my own. The ancestors of the Wu family have made countless attempts to break the fate of the Wu family. As long as they can think of it, someone must try it, even if it is a fantasy or even absurd. I am just making a guess!"
"The Wu family's ancestors wrote their fate-tampering notes before they died and placed them under their bodies. Later generations took them out and bound them into a book. The fate-tampering notes are on the beams of the house. You can take them out and have a look. But I don't think they are of any use."
My grandfather finally said, "Go out! Do as I say, and come back to open the secret room in ten years. If I'm lucky enough, we can meet again one day. If... hehe... I'm wrong, then it's just dust to dust, so don't be sad."
This was the third time my grandfather had chased me away, so I had no choice but to kowtow to him three times, picked up the Rakshasa and left the secret room.
I would be lying if I said I didn't feel sad when I went back to my hometown. But I didn't feel grief-stricken, because my grandfather said that maybe we could see each other again in ten years. Although I knew that the hope was extremely slim, it was good to have hope. Even if it was only a little bit, it was enough to keep me in mind and let me persist and wait.
Leaving the village meant returning to the underworld as a fate-tamperer. I didn't know what fate was waiting for me, but I knew that from the moment I took the ghost money and took away Rakshasa, my life would never be peaceful.
I was lost in thoughts when I came back, and I was still lost in thoughts when I left.
After I returned to Sanxi City, I locked myself in the rental house and began to read the life-tampering notebook page by page. It recorded at least thirteen generations of ancestors' speculations about life-tampering. Just like my grandfather said, all the speculations seemed absurd and even a little ridiculous, but the ancestors of the Wu family used their lives to verify those speculations. All I could see was the deep sadness in the notebook.
If fate is not changed, the descendants of the Wu family will always be alone and it will be difficult for them to live with their loved ones.
If the fate is not changed, the Wu family will have to make sacrifices among their descendants and choose the one with the greatest chance of survival to continue the family line.
If they don’t change their fate, the Wu family will be entangled with ghost money forever.
What did the Wu family do to cause them to fall into an endless curse? Was it just to usurp fate
My eyes finally fell on two words - "coffin"!
All ancestors mentioned the coffin without exception. Is the coffin lost by Ban Ming Dao the key to changing fate? (To be continued)