Volume 1 Chapter 055: Corpse Land
I thought of the green-faced fox in the ancient tomb of Southern Xinjiang. Even with the ability of the dead face, plus my third uncle, who encountered that fox in Southern Xinjiang, one died and the other disappeared, how terrifying is this green-faced fox?
With my limited abilities, if I really encounter that thing, let alone revenge for my third uncle, I probably won’t even be able to fill its teeth.
There is also the mysterious giant burial in the back mountain of Maobizi Village, which is not something to be trifled with at first glance. At that time in the village, Qingzi once said that she had passed on the blood covenant of the patrolling Yin to me, and I was her next generation patrolling Yin, so the matter of the giant burial fell on me.
I was also hot-headed at the time, not knowing how high the sky was and how deep the earth was, and I patted my chest and agreed. Now that I think about it, most of the villagers in Maobizi Village will be killed by me.
As I was lost in thought, Qingzi had finished her tea and got up to go to the study. I sat there and ate a few more mouthfuls of rice, thinking about my worries, and had no appetite. Then I remembered that I was still living in a haunted house, and I might be killed at any time. Why should I think so far ahead? I felt relieved.
In the following days, I washed clothes, cooked, cleaned the yard, and read some notes left by the dead face in my spare time. I started with some of the more basic ones, but the more I read, the more strange they seemed to me. I had never come into contact with anything Taoist before, and I thought it would be very difficult to understand, but soon I found that a lot of the basic knowledge here was not unfamiliar to me, because my third uncle .
At first I thought that Taoism and our profession had something in common, but later I realized that was not the case. Uncle San often forced me to memorize a lot of miscellaneous things, and I learned a lot of them carelessly because I felt that they had nothing to do with our profession. Thinking back, Uncle San seemed to have unconsciously instilled a lot of knowledge about the changes of qi, yin and yang, and the five elements into me, quietly laying a foundation for me.
Before the Liu family's misfortune, I always thought that my third uncle was a very skilled undertaker in our field, but after experiencing various things in the Liu family mansion and the mountains of southern Xinjiang, I felt more and more that my third uncle was not a simple person. If the child who came here with the sorcerer named Zheng more than 20 years ago was indeed my third uncle, it would be even more amazing.
A child who is only seven or eight years old can easily see the problems in this house and dig out the clay jar where the three members of the Bai family are buried. I can't even catch up with his ability.
When I think about it, when my third uncle adopted me, he was probably only in his twenties, at the peak of his youth, but he was willing to live in seclusion in a small mountain village , acting as both my father and my mother, raising me with all his might. It was really unfair to him. When I think of this, I can't help but feel sad.
But my skill of sleeping on a hemp rope was slow to improve. Every night, Qingzi would throw me into the Cold Bone Well. But after what happened last time, I never dared to take shortcuts again. I just relied on my body to endure the hardship. Later, I gradually understood that Qingzi threw me into the Cold Bone Well not just for punishment and torture.
I have Lin Wenjing and Liu Nan planted in my body, and two-thirds of my fate has been taken away. As a result, my Yang Fire and physical fitness are not as good as before. The structure of the Cold Bone Well is a trumpet urn, which can gather Yin Qi inside, condensing it without dispersing it. Ordinary people who sink to the bottom of the well will inevitably be attacked by Yin Qi, and they will be seriously ill or even die.
But I had two ghost girls clinging to me, and I was originally surrounded by Yin Qi. Although my Yang Qi was diluted, with their protection, I was shivering in the cold bone well, but the Yin Qi would not really enter my body. Instead, I could use the coldness to cultivate the Yang Fire in my body. Although it was hard to endure, it was extremely beneficial for the polishing of the body.
The coldness of the Bone-Frozen Well was not a big deal, but the chill in that room was unbearable. One day, I couldn't help it, so I asked Qingzi again, what was so strange about our house?
She had just bought a new skirt that day and seemed to be in a good mood. She at least explained to me: "There is a corpse pile under this house, and there is a Yin pool just below the corpse pile."
I was shocked. People in our line of work naturally know what a corpse-pile ground is. As the name suggests, a corpse-pile ground is a place full of corpses. For example, the human sacrifice caves used by ancient emperors for burial, the mass graves made by the Japanese devils, etc., can all be considered corpse-pile grounds.
Generally speaking, for a place to be called a corpse pit, there must be at least hundreds or even thousands of corpses piled up here. This house is also unlucky, how could it be so coincidental that it was built on a corpse pit.
But I am a little confused about the concept of the Yin Gathering Pool. In our industry, the Yin Gathering Pool is extremely famous. The so-called Yin Gathering Pool mainly refers to a place that is concave in the middle and convex around, where the Yin Qi cannot dissipate. If a corpse is buried in the Yin Gathering Pool, not only will the body not decay, but there is also a risk of corpse transformation over time, so there is another saying that it is a corpse-raising ground.
People in our line of work need to be familiar with Feng Shui, and the first rule is that you must never bury the dead in a Yin-gathering pond. If it is true, as Qingzi said, that there is a corpse-collecting ground under our house, and there is a Yin-gathering pond under the corpse-collecting ground, then wouldn't something have happened long ago?
But according to Old Man Qian, after the house was built, everything was peaceful and nothing strange happened until the original owner fled to Taiwan. It was only after Bai Wenli's family moved in that things started to go wrong.
This is not right!
Qingzi ignored me and just said, "It's such a simple thing, you can go by yourself." Then she went back to her study.
I was completely puzzled . Later, I was lying on the rope in the middle of the night, and I fell down in a trance. I fell to the ground and touched my sore knee. Suddenly, it occurred to me that since the corpses were buried deep underground, they must not have appeared in recent years. They must have existed long before this house was built.
Most of the Yin-gathering pools were formed naturally, so they must have existed for a much longer time. In other words, if something was going to go wrong, it would have happened long before the house was built.
Only then did I realize that I was somewhat blinded by a single leaf. Although the Yin Gathering Pond is an extremely strange thing, according to Qingzi, this Yin Gathering Pond is directly below the corpse-pile land. The Yin Gathering Pond is originally concave in the middle and convex around, causing the Yin Qi to gather and not disperse, forming a pure Yin land, so that the corpses buried in it will undergo unpredictable changes.
But if the Yin Gathering Pool is directly below the corpse-pile area and is far away, it may not necessarily have an effect. This is because the characteristic of the Yin Gathering Pool is to gather. If it is too far away, the Yin Qi inside cannot rise to the corpse-pile area.
Unless someone knows a special secret method that can draw the negative energy in the Yin Pool to the corpse-pile area above!
I also thought of how Gu Sihan’s younger sister was murdered in the Ten Thousand Mountains by someone who used a burial technique to draw burial energy from a hundred miles away to Gu’s home, killing the little girl in one fell swoop.
The principles of the two are probably somewhat similar. Could it be that the guy surnamed Bai did this? He used some method to lead the Yin Qi of the Yin Pool to the corpse pile, and then threw his wife and children into the earthenware jar and buried them alive underground, arranging some kind of Yin formation, so that this good house became a haunted house where people killed people without bloodshed.
Later, the child who was suspected to be my third uncle saw through the evil formation, found the place and dug out the clay jar.
In the middle of the night, my mind was full of ideas, and the more I thought about it, the more excited I became. If I wanted to live here peacefully, I had to figure out the cause of this haunted house, otherwise I would lose my life sooner or later. But later on, could it be that this Bai guy had killed his wife and children just to create a haunted house? This was too unreasonable.
As I thought about it, I felt a chill all over my body. The room was so cold that I had to climb back onto the bed and wring my hands.
Fortunately, this house is not freezing cold all the time, so I was able to catch some sleep. Otherwise, I would have died.
"Why are you not sleeping so late at night?"
Only Aoko's voice was heard coming from the other side.
I didn't know whether she was awake or was woken by my noise, so I simply asked her, "Did someone do something to draw the negative energy from the Yin Pool up here?"
