"I have practiced Nuo since childhood and worshiped the gods. The gods have never responded to me, but countless times, I have sensed reminders from all things in the world. These reminders keep me away from disasters, remind villagers, and comfort all beings..."
"I regard that book of Taoism as a treasure. I also want to pass it down, but my son has no spiritual talent. In other words, no one in the entire village can practice this book."
In Nuopo's Daoist scriptures, apart from various rituals, dances, and methods of communication between heaven and man, there is only one spell, and the full name of this spell is "continuing life". The technique of "continuing life" is very strict. It is a technique between blood relatives, where the strong help the weak, and willingly sacrifice themselves. It can bring back the life of the dying person. There is no doubt that he must die.
There are two taboos for this technique. First, one must sacrifice willingly and dedicate everything to oneself. If there is a little reluctance, the technique will not be successful, and it will damage itself. Secondly, this technique can only save dying people, not bring them back to life.
"When Zhuzi was young, I once peeked at that Taoist book, and I held him in my arms, trying to teach him, but unfortunately, he couldn't learn it."
Nuo Po's old voice whispered in Miyou's ear. Along with her narration, the picture slowly unfolds in front of Miyou's eyes.
On the day when Zhuzi's only son, Dawa, drowned, Zhuzi tried his best, but he couldn't revive his son. At that moment, evil thoughts grew and spread in his heart. He remembered his mother's book that he had peeked at when he was young...
But would mother be willing? Although she is old, she is strong and healthy, and her body is not even inferior to her own.
Zhuzi clenched his fists, thinking that he begged his mother to learn Nuo, but was rejected because he had no qualifications, and his son Dawa didn't get the chance to learn...
I am your only son! Do you even want to hide me? But I am not like you, I am willing to give everything for my son! It's a pity that you didn't pass it on to me!
So the evil thought prompted Zhuzi to run outside the mother's house in public, knelt down and begged, and confirmed the rumor that the Nuo woman borrowed her life from her children and grandchildren. Looking at each other at that moment, the mother and son knew each other well, and there was no magic trick to borrow their lives. But it doesn't matter, what matters is that no one will believe it, not really.
At the moment when Zhuzhu knelt down, Nuopo had only two choices.
Or, watch the grandson and baby unconscious, and do what he borrowed his life for. From now on in the village, in the eyes of other people, Nuo Po will no longer be a great priest, but a demon who cultivates evil ways.
Or, use the technique of life extension, exchange your own life for the big baby's job.
This is a conspiracy. But only Nuopo and Zhuzi knew about Yangmou. Because no matter which choice you choose, the reputation of Nuo Po will be destroyed in one day.
At this moment, Zhuzi is no longer the son of Nuo Po, nor is it a disciple who has no fate, but an enemy who destroys her reputation and breaks her path.
The day Nuo Po was buried was cloudy and rainy.
At the moment when Nuo Po was buried, a thunderbolt struck the coffin to the ground. Nuo Po's body turned sideways, the box under her head was cracked and shattered, and there was nothing inside.
The village chief was taken aback for a moment, then glared at the pillars following him.
Zhu Zi smiled honestly and said nothing.
At this time, a villager ran over in panic, shouting, "The big thing is wrong! The village was struck by lightning, and a stone tablet appeared at the place where the Nuo woman buried her things earlier! Village chief, go and see it!"
The coffin was damaged and cannot be buried in Japan today. The village head had no choice but to order the Nuo woman to be carried back as it was, and to choose another auspicious day. Then he took everyone to the ancestral hall in the village, where there were four stone tablets dug from the four corners of the village.
There are different town texts written on the steles, telling a story that is neither borrowing life nor continuing life. This story is called Zhenmai.
Because there are Nuo women offering sacrifices during festivals, this village has not encountered disasters for decades, and the weather is smooth and the people are outstanding. These four inscriptions say that there are earth veins here. In order to prevent the spiritual energy of the earth veins from migrating and leaking out, the Nuo woman buried these four inscriptions twenty years ago and connected them with the earth veins with her own fortune and lifespan. The sacrifices kept the aura of the village alive.
This is why Nuo Po is still healthy at this age.
However, it is not advisable to forcibly retain the aura of the leylines, and the migration of the leylines is a natural trend. Fifteen years ago, there was a severe drought in the world, and the Nuo woman had no choice but to use her own descendants as sacrifices to intercept a trace of the spiritual energy of the earth. So a gloomy clear spring was found on the west side of the village, which relieved the severe drought that year. On the stone tablet on the west side of the village, the items of Nuo Po and descendants tied with red strings were buried, which represented the completion of the sacrifice.
Ten years ago, there was an uprising of soldiers, and the military disaster continued. However, when the army reached the eastern town, they broke out and returned, turning a blind eye to this small village. Only the buried objects on the eastern stele testify to the cost of the end.
Five years ago, the plague of locusts broke out, and starvation was everywhere. Although the output of the village has been reduced, no one has died due to the disaster. A new object was buried on the stone tablet in the west, and there was only one single child left in the family of Nuo Po's eldest son.
Today, there is an unknown disaster looming...
After reading the inscription, the whole village fell silent. The village chief waved his hand, and immediately a strong man stepped forward and held down the pillar, and found the Taoist book from his arms.
The village head opened the Taoist book, and saw this technique called "Zhenmai" on the last two pages of the book, which read:
"Using the power of one vein to lock the veins of the earth for twenty years, the veins of the earth will not be moved for a hundred years, and this place will prosper for several generations. If the magic is broken, and the veins of the earth are backfired, and the veins of the earth are far away, there will also be disasters in this place, which are unpredictable. harm."
The village chief's hands trembled. Today, just right, is the twentieth year...
"So, Zhuzi, did you already know that Nuo Po is using this technique, using the fate and luck of your lineage, to protect this land?"
It was already night, under the dim candlelight, Zhu Zi's face was pale, and he could no longer see the simple and honest appearance before: "No, no, how could it be? My mother obviously didn't use this technique... no..." It's not to borrow life but to continue life ah! How could it become a technique of borrowing life to suppress the pulse
"Zhuzi, is the life of your son, a single seedling, more important than the lives of the whole village?" Someone asked angrily.
"That's right! Nuopo has worked hard for nineteen years, but all her achievements have fallen short!"
"If it wasn't for the Nuo woman to hold down the earth veins, we would have starved to death during the severe drought twenty years ago. How could you have other children?"
"Although Nuo Po sacrificed several children and grandchildren of your family, you will have children in the future. How could you be so selfish and want to kill our entire village!"
People who once watched the matter of borrowing life with cold eyes changed their words and expressions in an instant when they discovered that Nuo Po's borrowing life was used to suppress the pulse.
Zhuzi explained palely, but he couldn't make it clear. After all, he was the one who insisted that his mother used the magic trick of borrowing life, and he was the one who forced his mother to undo the spell, and then vomited blood on the spot. This matter is seen by everyone. How could he not know that his mother used the art of suppressing the veins
"Your son's life is important, what about the lives of our whole village?"
For a moment, it was like a dog-eat-dog drama. Those who used to persecute Nuo Po from the moral high ground are now being persecuted by others in the same way.
"So did you know that your son would steal your Taoist book?" Mi You asked.
The Nuo woman sneered: "Of course he will take it. I knew it the day he came to me. Although he is dull and spiritual, he may not be reconciled. He doesn't hold a grudge. How could he persecute me like this?"
Yes, in that era when filial piety was greater than the sky, what purpose could one do such a thing
"So I went to ask Mr. Liu." Nuo Po laughed, and pointed to the picture for Mi You: "Look."
The lightning strike on the coffin and stele was all written by Mr. Liu. The Nuo Po only did two things, that is, falsified Daoist scriptures, and died early.
She willingly sacrificed herself to extend the life of her eldest grandson, and then when the life extension spell took effect, she would die early before all the lives were transferred. In this way, although the eldest child survived, her body may not be in good health, and it will be very difficult in the future. Do the hard work. Maybe he will have to rely on the pillar who claims to love his son as his life to take care of him for the rest of his life, since he is his only son after all.
And Mr. Liu also stepped into the village at this time.