This reminds me of the death of Lao Huai's family. Although raising a ghost boy has the risk of backlash, Lao Huai, who has been a magician for a lifetime, how could he not have experience in this area? The murder of their family is worth pondering. The black hand behind it is nothing more than the evil forces connected with Master Feng, either the remnants of the Dragon Tower that have already dispersed, or his old party in the underworld.
They are doing this just to force me to go down to the realm of the dead, and I will do it for you to see! First, destroy the soul of this bastard Mr. Feng, and we can naturally find out who the murderer behind the scenes is from him.
I turned back to the town and looked up ancient books from Mount Mao, carefully searching for some clues about the Netherworld of the Underworld, and studying whether there was a way to travel back and forth to the Underworld. However, there were very few records about the Netherworld of the Underworld, and I could not find any clues at all. The Underworld is a mysterious ghost realm that is difficult for people to approach. Even the chief steward of the underworld has never entered it. It is estimated that only the King of Hell or Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva have this privilege.
After a long time, I read the whole book and found nothing. I was feeling upset when Wang Zijun came. He had been taking care of Qu Mo in the county town these days. Qu Mo's family also liked him very much, which made this kid very happy. When he talked about this, his mouth cracked like a gourd. I wish I could stuff a big watermelon into him and burst you!
He said that Qu Mo had fully recovered and that he didn't need to take care of her from today on. He then remembered the promise I made on Lotus Mountain and asked me to teach him the Daoist arts. Damn, an old dog never forgets his thousand-year-old food. I was feeling upset, so I stuffed this Maoshan ancient book into his hands and told him to practice the introductory techniques slowly. If he didn't understand, he could come back and ask me.
This kid has been coveting this book for a long time. Now, holding it in his arms, his eyes are turning blue and his saliva is flowing out. He happily runs back to practice.
Well, the Maoshan ancient books are gone, so there’s nothing I can do to study them!
Shen Bing happened to receive a call from the police station and went back to the county town for something urgent, leaving me alone in the store.
I thought to myself, why not go to the underworld tonight and ask the old ancestor to show me the way. But when I thought about how he was being questioned by the King of Hell, he was probably in seclusion like Taoist Xuan Zhen, and I couldn't enter his stone tablet, so wouldn't it be a wasted trip
Suddenly, an idea came to my mind. The ancestor hid the Bagua mirror on the beam, which meant it was very precious. I wondered if the old man had hidden something else. I brought a ladder and searched everywhere I could, even the beams and corners of the house, and I almost tore down the wall, but I still didn't find anything.
I was so depressed. I turned the bronze mirror over and over, wondering if this treasure had a secret like the pipe. I first tore off the tape on the back of the mirror and cleaned up the debris. Damn, the tape actually took off a piece of copper rust, revealing a new copper surface. A line of small words was revealed. This was an accident. Otherwise, it would have been covered by copper rust and I would not have discovered this secret.
The small words engraved on it read: "Please ask the mirror spirit to solve your worries."
It turns out that there is a mirror god in this mirror. In the ancient books of Maoshan, there is a spell to invite the mirror god, but it cannot be invited out from an ordinary mirror, because the mirror god is different from the chopstick god. He can only be seen everywhere. He hides in ancient mirrors. Moreover, this big guy has a strange temper and is very picky. Only valuable antique mirrors can become his home.
Ha, I understand. The ancestor really had good intentions. He asked me to take the mirror to Lotus Mountain. It was like playing a riddle. Taoist Xuanzhen immediately understood the ancestor's intentions. He put the tape on the copper rust that hid the handwriting so that I could discover the secret above. Please help, mirror spirit!