Hua Qiangu has seen a lot of ghosts, but no matter how bloody and terrifying, it is not as weird and frightening as the scene in front of her.
Tens of thousands of tongues hang down from the sky with red threads, uneven, covering the top of the head, like a hanging corpse. And all kinds of tongues, some are big and some are small, some are dark in color and some are light in color, and some are dry and black, like withered flowers. And some have bright red tongue coating, and the tip of the tongue is trembling slightly, as if they are struggling desperately against the binding of the red thread, and the severed end is even dripping with fresh blood, as if it has just been pulled out of a person's mouth.
Hua Qiangu vomited for a while, feeling like millions of ants were crawling all over her body.
He quickly turned around and walked back, but bumped into a person with a bang, and screamed again in fright.
The three souls disappeared and the seven souls looked at the person in front of them with wide eyes, not knowing whether it was a human or a ghost. Wearing a large black dress, like the wings of a bat, with strange triangular patterns and dark patterns on it. Wearing an extremely ferocious and frightening hungry ghost mask on the face, with bursting eyeballs, and a protruding long tongue full of nails.
"Amitabha, don't eat me, oh Amitabha, don't eat me..." Hua Qiangu bowed again and again. The old man who heard the storyteller in the village said that one of the eighteen hells is called Tongue Pulling Hell, where the little ghosts only love to eat people. Tongue.
The Buddha said: Those who like to slander others with two tongues, speak harshly, lie, frivolous words, or slander scriptures and Taoism, are jealous of virtuous and capable, and rely on their talents and pride, will enter this hell.
The ghost soldiers in the prison will directly hook the tongue with a red-hot iron hook, or clamp the tongue with iron pliers, and pull it out abruptly, and not all at once, but slowly stretched and thinned. Then a red-hot iron thorn is used to pierce the person's throat, so that the person cannot live or die, cannot speak, and suffers from extreme pain until the end of thousands of years. Generally, those who are reincarnated as human beings often suffer from hoarseness and cannot speak.
Woooooo, could it be that he fell into tongue-pulling hell
"What do you do if I eat you?"
But suddenly he heard a sharp and slow voice, so weird that it didn't seem like a human voice at all, Hua Qiangu got goosebumps all over the floor.
But he saw that ghost-like guy lowered his head, and slowly approached Hua Qiangu's neck, then took a deep breath, and let out a gurgling exclamation sound from his throat, as if he smelled something delicious.
"I don't taste good! My whole body is dirty and smelly, don't eat me! I haven't showered for several days!!"
Hua Qiangu turned sideways, trying to slip away, but her way was blocked by that person.
"You actually broke into here, and you saw the biggest secret of Immortal Pavilion, do you still want to leave like this?"
Hua Qiangu wants to cry but has no tears, hanging so many disgusting tongues, who wants to see it! Taking two steps back, with the help of the dim light on the wall, I lowered my head to look at the shadow of the person opposite me on the ground. It's okay, it's not a ghost, it's not a ghost.
"I didn't do it on purpose. I promise I won't tell it. I'm very forgetful. As soon as I go out, I forget everything that happened today! Trust me!"
"Oh? I believe in you, but why should I believe in you? What is the price you want me to believe in you?"
"I, I, I swear! If I violate it, I will die!"
The person in front of her suddenly pulled out a knife and handed it to her.
"Ah! Isn't it, do you want to kill people to silence them?"
"Save a drop of your blood."
"Huh? What?"
"Save a drop of your blood."
"As long as there is a drop of blood, it's easy to handle." Hua Qiangu clenched his teeth and made up his mind, finally cut a cut on his index finger and squeezed out a drop of blood. It dripped on a shiny object that the man handed over.
"Can I go now?" It was terrible, under the eyes of so many tongues, there was such a terrifying person in front of him.
"Didn't you come to me to ask questions? You haven't even asked yet, so you want to leave in such a hurry?"
Hua Qiangu was stunned: "You, are you the Immortal Lord?"
"Yes." The voice was drawn out and seemed eccentric. No matter how much Hua Qiangu thought about it, she never imagined that the legendary Immortal King would look like this. But it wasn't as scary as before.
"Do you like to eat radishes?" Suddenly curious couldn't help but ask.
The person opposite coughed twice, Hua Qiangu felt that he was laughing under the mask.
"Is that what you're coming to ask me for?"
"Ah, no, no, there are more important things than this. I want to ask you. I want to go to Maoshan to learn art from a teacher, but I can't get in. Is there any way?"
The Immortal Lord pondered for a moment.
"Is there any price to pay for answering me? Do you still need blood? I have too much!" Hua Qiangu rolled up his sleeves bravely.
"This question is too simple, and you don't need to pay your blood. You just need to tell me your birth date, and your name and place of origin. In short, the more detailed the better."
Hua Qiangu frowned suspiciously, did he check the household registration? Tell him that shouldn't matter, right? He wouldn't use witchcraft to lower his head, would he? But only honestly said it.
Yixuan nodded and handed her a translucent dewdrop-like pendant. Hua Qiangu held it in front of her eyes and looked at it carefully. It was as clear as tears, and there was a trace of red blood inside. Like petals condensed in it. Was it the drop of blood that he shed just now
"this… ?"
"This is called Tianshui drop, which is formed by the condensation of Phoenix's tears. If you wear it on your body, you will be able to climb Maoshan."
"Ah! Wow! So easy! Great! Thank you!"
"No need to say thank you, it should be. In this world, there is nothing that does not need to pay a price. Those radishes are the price for you to see me. And what you want to know from me, whether it is the truth or news, the price depends on It is determined by its value. You have already paid for it, and I will answer it for you, is it fair?"
"Enen, is it okay if I want to know anything? Can you help me find out if I can become a teacher and how old I can live?"
"I'm not a fortune-teller. The future is in your own hands. I'm not as omnipotent as the rumors in the world say. I can know almost everything that happened in the past dynasties, and there are countless truths that have been buried by the dust of the years. But, forever Can't hold people's hearts."
"Oh... But, how do you know so many things?"
"Have you seen the tongues hanging all over the attic?" Yi Xiujun raised his hand, Hua Qiangu lowered his head and dared not look up.
"My hobby is collecting people's tongues."
Hua Qiangu looked pale.
"The tongues here are collected by my ancestors hundreds of years ago, and some are collected by me recently. Among these tongues, there are men's tongues, women's tongues, old people's tongues, children's tongues, emperor's tongues, and beggars. Tongue... do you like it, which one?"
Hua Qiangu pressed her lips tightly and shook her head vigorously.
"Did you know? There are thousands of creatures in this world, no matter whether they are flying in the sky or running on the ground, none of them has a tongue. But the most important reason why the tongue exists is not because of taste but because of speech."
"speech?"
"Do you want to know what is the truth? The tongue will tell you. And the more people's tongues you collect, the more information you will know. Why is the Immortal Pavilion the oldest and most mysterious question-and-answer library in the world and also an information network , because we have the most tongues in the world."
"Can the tongue speak?" Hua Qiangu's teeth trembled.
"Of course, the tongue can sing, come here, I will let this tongue sing for you."
Hua Qiangu saw the tongue twitch twice, and backed away in fright.
"No, no, no!"
"These tongues are very obedient. Sometimes they need to be watered, and sometimes they need to open the zenith to let them bask in the sun." The Immortal King looked up at these tongues, pampering them. tone, as if talking about his own child.
Hua Qiangu swallowed.
"You ask them, do they all know?"
"If they have seen it before they were alive, those who have experienced it will know it. If they don't know it with their tongues, sometimes they will discuss it together and then discuss the best solution."
Hua Qiangu couldn't imagine tens of thousands of tongues gathering together for a meeting, it was too creepy.
"Where can I find so many tongues?"
"Some are cut from dead people, and some are people who come to the Immortal Pavilion to ask questions and promise to pay the price. When that person is about to die, there will be dead people from the Immortal Pavilion appearing at him Before him, take his tongue away before he dies."
"Isn't that painful? Why don't you wait for him to die before taking it?"
"Well, the tongue of a dead person is different from the tongue of a living person. If you cut off the tongue of a dead person, you can only ask it one question, and it can only answer once. After speaking, it will wither. And the tongue of a living person , as long as you irrigate well, it can answer many questions. Of course, a question will only be said once, and it will really die when it has said everything it knows. Look at the ones hanging on it, the fresher they are It was just pulled out, the color is lighter and lifeless, it has been used too many times, and it is about to wither."
"Too, too..." Hua Qiangu didn't know whether to say it was too scary or too incredible.
"Do you know why everyone in the world is afraid of the Immortal Pavilion?"
"Why, why?"
"It's because I am afraid that the Immortal Pavilion will cut off their side or the dead people's tongues will know their secrets. Therefore, no matter whether it is the palace or various sects, many times, in order not to be known by the Immortal Pavilion. Often before burial, the tongue of the deceased is quietly cut off, or nails are nailed to the tongue of the deceased, so that the tongue cannot tell the truth!"
"But, you can just grab a living person and cut off his tongue to know that he has other people's secrets!"
"It's not something you can know just by wanting to know. For the tongue of a living person, it has its own will, which is not as easy to control as the dead. Therefore, it is necessary to sign a contract and promise to dedicate your tongue to the Immortal Pavilion before death." .”
"It's scary... Fortunately..." Otherwise, the Immortal Pavilion would be too scary. He has not plucked out the tongues of all the people in the world.
"Hey, stick out your tongue." Yixuan suddenly said softly, but the voice made people sweat.
"What are you doing?" Hua Qiangu stuck out her tongue quickly, then covered her mouth as if afraid of being cut off.
"The color is very nice. Do you want to make a contract with the Immortal Pavilion? Whatever you want to know, I can satisfy you!"
"No!" Hua Qiangu refused straight away.
"Maybe one day you will take the initiative to beg me."
"I won't! Who would let people cut their own tongues! Everyone has secrets, and they should have secrets. You are not a god, so you shouldn't know everything and keep revealing secrets."
"Haha, boy, you are so cute, but your tongue is even cuter."
Hua Qiangu covered her mouth to prevent him from seeing it.
"However." Yixuan suddenly bent down, looked at her who was only half his height, and smiled eeriely, leaning against her ear and whispering, "As long as it's the tongue I've touched, a stick of tongue No matter what Kannai says, it will be under my control!"
Hua Qiangu took two steps back with goosebumps all over her body: "Why did I let you touch my tongue? Can I go now? I'm still rushing to Maoshan to learn from my teacher!"
"Of course, you are welcome to come next time!" The Immortal Lord said angrily, and made a gesture of invitation to her.
Hua Qiangu didn't dare to look back at the tongues all over the place, she ran away like flying, ran two steps and came back with her face flushed.
"Excuse me, where should I go?"
"No matter what fork in the road you encounter, keep going to the left and you can go out."
"Oh, thank you."
"Okay, this thank you, just let it be the price for you to ask me for directions."
Hua Qiangu was speechless, he is really a caring person.
Yixuan stood in front of the railing, watching the figure of the little child gradually disappearing into the distance. He took out a radish from his bosom, bit into it and ate it, it was really sweet!
The hand holding the radish is white and slender, as warm as jade.
(Quanben Novel Network)