Judging from the current clues, the reason for the failure of the first trial was that the grandfather's time to climb the mountain was delayed. The delay in the time of going up the mountain has led to the "possibility" that Tai Sui cannot be found.
This is the most direct result, otherwise it cannot explain why the trial was judged to fail just by not drinking the soup.
Because of this, he felt that Tai Sui was found to have other secrets.
In the trial of the inner demon, he had no clue, and he could only peel off the cocoon one by one. Seize everything possible. And... He still doesn't know how many times the Grand Judgment will be restarted, and what will be the consequences of failing many times.
One step out of the house, the long-lost Liu Erlingzi Village reappeared in front of him.
The deserted countryside, the empty and rundown houses... and the city beyond the mountains. Everything is so familiar.
This is a mountain village, a real village, completely different from the so-called village of 19 or 20 years. It is almost isolated from the rest of the world, with only one human leg walking up and down the mountain. It is located in Funiu Mountain.
It has been seven years since the establishment of the Xinhua Kingdom, and they have not been doing well in the mountains to avoid the war. In the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, there was a lot of waste waiting to be done, and the brilliance of socialism could not shine here. Even the coastal Guangxi is still in the midst of a great famine at the moment. Not to mention inland.
There are too many people who can't get enough to eat.
These outdated information quickly flashed through Qin Ye's mind. Just as he walked out the door, a man in a Chinese tunic suit was standing at the door.
The moment he saw the man, Qin Ye's eyes suddenly flickered, and then he lowered his eyes immediately.
He is exactly what he looked like before he ate Tai Sui, an eighteen-year-old boy. Although the food is not good, the face is yellow and the skin is thin, but there is still a youthful light in the eyes.
An eighteen-year-old boy would never have the majestic gaze of the King of Hell. He wasn't sure if he made an age-inappropriate move and would be condemned to fail again.
"Child." It was a middle-aged man, a little thin, with very white skin, with a smile on his face: "Is this Liujia Village?"
Qin Ye didn't answer, just lowered his head. Just above his body, the man's figure was pulled out by the sun with a slender shadow, covering his then not tall body.
Now, it is between eleven thirty and twelve noon.
He had never seen this man before!
And... the other party is not human at all!
There was no need to verify, he knew immediately: all his cultivation was still there.
This is a living corpse.
He could see clearly that an extremely complicated Yin talisman was drawn on the other party's vest. The other party is probably all the way here. Even... has "lived" for many years.
Moreover, this is not a simple living corpse. Under the skin, there are no bones! No guts!
Under the eyes of Yama, all the ghosts and ghosts are invisible.
He could see clearly that under the other's skin... were the so-called bones held up by bamboo strips!
The workmanship is extremely delicate, it can be said to be ingenious.
Did a walking corpse come to Liu Erlingzi Village? It was just before Tai Sui appeared, what the hell was going on
Who made this monster
"Child?" The smile on the man's face remained unchanged, and he asked again: "Is this Liujiacun?"
"Yes." Qin Ye finally raised his head and answered quickly.
At this point in time, in this direction... He probably talked to Grandpa.
The man nodded and continued to smile: "Is there a Taoist temple in the mountain?"
Indeed there is.
Qin Ye pretended to be innocent and nodded, but in fact he had already quickly recalled the appearance of the Taoist temple in his mind.
I don’t know which dynasty left the Taoist temples, but more than half of them collapsed and were covered by trees. The remaining small piece, the sculpture enshrined in it, was intact. It's just covered with vines, which became a little entertainment place for children in Liujia Village when they were young. It is also the origin of various spiritual legends in the village.
At this moment, suddenly, a loud shout came: "Who are you! What are you doing?! Stay away from my grandson!"
Grandpa Qin Zhongguo did not know when he had come to the small road. Before anyone arrived, he waved the sickle in his hand and shouted angrily. The kind old man was now like an angry lion, his mane standing on end.
The man is still smiling, his expression doesn't seem to change. However, he politely left Qin Ye for a meter. If Qin Ye could not see the truth about them, he would never have imagined that this was an empty shell.
Qin Zhongguo rushed in front of Qin Ye and looked at the man vigilantly. Not a word. The man smiled and said, "Just asking for directions."
Qin Zhongguo sneered: "Ask for directions? It's been decades since our village moved here, and we don't have anything. Is there any way to ask?"
The man nodded lightly and took another step back: "We are going to the Taoist temple in the mountains."
"If you're willing to lead the way, we'll give you 100 catties of good-quality rice. Or..." He took out a stack of colorful bills in his arms: "100 catties of food coupons."
Qin Ye's eyes became deeper again, but he had already hid behind the door and listened to the conversation at the door.
That's it... It's really surprising.
When opening yesterday's chapter, some things will always be found forgotten in the corner, but when you put it in the correct position, you will find... The entire diary begins to slowly deviate from the direction.
First, there are food stamps.
On August 25, 1955, the 17th meeting of the Plenary Session of the State Council passed the "Interim Measures for the Printing of Municipal Grain Rationing Vouchers". It has become the mainstream purchase of the whole society, and the value is even above the RMB.
It was 56 years now, and Qin Ye was eighteen years old. Food stamps have only been issued for more than a year, and it is at a very hot time, and some large-denomination bills are hard to come by. This is still the situation in Yanjing Magic Capital, not to mention the generation of Funiu Mountain in Nanhe Province.
Those who can use food stamps are social leaders.
Men wearing brand new tunic suits must not be too low in the system. At least a second- or third-in-command in the grain department.
Looks ok
Yes.
No problem.
And yet... no one knows a department exists.
Special Investigation Division!
The former protector of the country!
Qin Ye knew very well that in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, the Special Investigation Division had been reorganized. Most of the souls who died during the war were left without support because of the collapse of the underworld. During that time, the supernatural events far surpassed the previous spiritual tide in the world! All these things have been written into the special investigation department's documents, and they have been sealed in the past.
He remembered a set of numbers that he saw at the First Cultivation University.
From 1949 to 1959, there were 54,000 investigators in the Special Investigation Department. This is comparable to the current number of investigators. In fact, there were still many special investigators before the "Four Olds".
However, 60 years later, the number of investigators has plummeted to more than 10,000!
Most of those who survived became senior officials of the Special Investigation Department in the future, such as Zhou Xianlong. But... in ten years, more than 40,000 people have been sacrificed!
It can be seen how terrible the yin and yang fight was at that time, I am afraid that the predation area is all over the ground, and the two sides will not die!
And the special investigation department... has always been established not far from the city/county/village government!
So close, but didn't find this human skin lantern? Is the other party also serving as the hottest senior official of the Ministry of Grain
The person who made it... I am afraid that the strength is above the judge.
And it's not that Grandpa didn't know the danger on the mountain. In this era, not only people are hungry, but animals are also hungry. However, for this hundred catties of food stamps, he decided to take the risk. Just in time to fill my grandson's stomach.
"This is... food stamps?" Qin Zhongguo's hands trembled slightly when he saw the stack of food stamps.
Although he has no food stamps, he still occasionally goes down the mountain, of course he knows what that means.
"How is it?" The man smiled and said, "Just lead the way and send us to the Taoist temple."
Qin Zhongguo's Adam's apple moved fiercely, and nodded with gritted teeth.
Can't refuse.
"When?"
"Now, how is it?"
"No!" Qin Zhongguo shook his head: "I just picked some wild vegetables, and my grandson hasn't eaten enough for a few days!"
Behind the door, Qin Ye closed his eyes, his eyes became hot again.
No one knows, this time, it's a goodbye.
It would have been nice if... both of them came back...
If... we all live forever together, how can I... be so tired
If... we walked together for a hundred years, wouldn't we... wouldn't be so lonely
Tears flowed down silently, he is not a crybaby, these are his tears after a hundred years of absence. It's just... not to the point of sadness.
Gently relieved, he knew that now was not the time to think about it, he looked out the door: "Grandpa, I'll go with you later."
There is no violation of the "setting", it is still that time, it is still two people going up the mountain.
He remembered that it had been grinding for a long time.
Thinking about it now, Grandpa is probably worried that these people are not good for him, so he wants to keep the only seedling of the old Qin family.
Sure enough, Qin Zhongguo frowned and said lightly, "Eat first."
Qin Ye didn't speak again, but as soon as one doubt went down, another doubt appeared again.
At that time... I had never seen this ghost before!
Grandpa took him up the mountain, how did he bring him? Why didn't you see it yourself
Before he could finish thinking, the man smiled and said, "That's it."
Qin Zhongguo raised his old eyebrows: "What's your name sir?"
"Ye." The man pulled his right hand at will and made a lotus shape: "Ye Xianzu. Just call me Mr. Ye."
Ye Xianzu
This name... as if I've heard it somewhere...
Qin Ye's brows furrowed even tighter. Ye Xianzu continued: "Old man, you should lead the way in front, and we will follow."
Qin Zhongguo nodded: "It takes a long time to cook in the countryside, please wait a little longer."
"No problem." Ye Xianzu licked his lips, still smiling: "We... have already eaten."
After speaking, he turned his head and said, "Everyone, I found the guide, please wait a little longer."
Qin Ye's eyes followed him, and his pupils shrank suddenly.
We... we... we... Ye Xianzu kept saying "we", he didn't pay much attention before, but now he looked around and saw a group of people at the entrance of the village.
No... that's not a person.
All "people" are wearing white robes and white pointed hats, like a mourning team!
And everyone in the team lowered their heads, held their hands, and said nothing.
Only Qin Ye can see that these so-called "people"... are all paper figurines covered in human skins!
Beneath the human skin, the paper figurines closed their eyes and rubbed bright red blush. On the pale paper shell, there were a pair of scarlet lips.
Day trip!
"Who made these things... A day trip that can only be achieved at the impermanence level... All these dozen puppets can achieve it!"
"Liu Erlingzi Village... How many secrets are there that I don't know?"