Maoshan ghost hunter

Ye Shaoyang smiled, "Where is the ghost aura, where is the corpse aura?"

"The house is too small, it's not easy to find the source, I have to take a closer look."

Ye Shaoyang ignored him and came to another bedroom. On the bedside table, he found a shrine with a statue of a god in it. It was so dusty that he couldn't even see its appearance clearly.

Ye Shaoyang reached out to wipe off the dust on the statue, and the image of a Taoist priest emerged.

Ye Shaoyang took out three sticks of incense from his backpack, lit them and bowed three times.

"What kind of fairy is this?" Xie Yuqing walked over and asked curiously.

"Master Maoshan Patriarch, Lord Mao." Ye Shaoyang inserted three sticks of incense into the incense burner in front of the shrine, checked around, and said, "Look at the shrine and incense burner are dirty and old, probably from many years ago. It is very possible that Chen Ersan is a disciple of Maoshan Beizong, and Hu Wei learned Taoism from him."

Ye Shaoyang went through all the rooms, and found Taoist items such as futons, thread bags, gossip mirrors, etc., which further confirmed his speculation.

In a small room next to the bedroom, Ye Shaoyang found some red sandalwood and boxwood, and guessed that they were used to make Gumantong. Everything else is the same as that of ordinary rural homes, without any abnormalities.Ye Shaoyang walked out of the house and came to the yard. Xie Yuqing immediately chased him out and asked, "What about those ancient mantongs?"

"Whatever you want, you can take it back as evidence in the future, but you have to finish the work before sending someone over." Ye Shaoyang reached out and touched the outer wall thoughtfully.

"What's wrong?" Xie Yuqing asked.

Ye Shaoyang didn't answer, turned around and found the village party secretary who had been standing outside the door and dared not go in, and asked, "Hu Wei's family isn't particularly poor, is it?"

The village party secretary was taken aback, not knowing why he suddenly asked this, but he replied: "Of course not poor. Old man Chen is not only a godly man, but also a doctor in the village. He prescribes medicines and cures diseases. What a poor ghost, those younger generations will not think that there are good things hidden in his house."

Ye Shaoyang nodded, walked towards the main room, and said: "That's it, look at this house, it can be built for at most ten years, and his family is not poor, let's not talk about the floor tiles, to build a new house, at least the concrete floor must have a solid surface. Well, why is it still dirt?"

Xie Yuqing and the others noticed what he said when they heard it. Xie Yuqing frowned and said, "Yes, why?"

Ye Shaoyang stepped on the ground with his feet and said: "This means that there must be something underground. If it is mud, it is easy to dig, but cement is not." After finishing speaking, he raised his head and said to Taoist Wuyue: "Don't mess with your compass. That’s right, both ghost and corpse aura come from underground.”

Everyone was taken aback, Daoist Wuyue was also stunned for a moment, and immediately said: "This is impossible. If it is buried in the ground, my compass will definitely come out. It is impossible that there is no response."

"It's buried too deep, and the two breaths seep out from the ground in a large area. Why are you exploring?"

Daoist Wuyue was stunned, and said in a weak voice: "It is possible, but so what, you can't find the exact location."

"Do you have a solution?"

"No, if it's buried deep, all spells can't be used in such a small space. You can only use a stupid method, dig it down with a shovel, and you can always find it."

Ye Shaoyang rolled his eyes, "Dig the whole room to a depth of three meters, then we have to dig until the year of the monkey, come on?"

Daoist Wuyue snorted, "Find a few more people and dig slowly. There is no better way anyway."

3 Chapter Forty

"Speak, don't be so absolute." Ye Shaoyang turned to look at the village party secretary and said, "Please find me twenty candles, and... three quilts."

The village party secretary was still hesitating, Zhuang Yuning stuffed a few more red banknotes into his hand, the village party secretary declined, accepted it with a smile, and asked Ye Shaoyang, "What kind of candles and quilts do you want?"

"The quilts should be thick, and it's okay to have a few more beds. Anyway, I'll return them to you when they're used up. You can use whatever candles you want."

The village party secretary agreed and left quickly.Less than 10 minutes later, he led two young men back, each carrying two quilts.

"These two are my nephews." The village secretary said cheerfully.

Ye Shaoyang asked them to help, hang a quilt from top to bottom on the door leading to the bedroom, then took out seven-inch long nails, and nailed it from top to bottom.

Then, in the same way, all the doors leading to the other bedroom and the kitchen were sealed, and then holding a bunch of candles found by the village party secretary, starting from a corner of the wall, every two or three meters, one was inserted on the ground, Until the walls around the room are filled with candles.

Seeing him doing this, Taoist Wuyue asked in surprise, "What are you doing?"

Ye Shaoyang said unhurriedly: "Maoshan has a spell called 'Firefly Finding Yin Technique', which can find the nodes of Yin Qi in this closed space."

Daoist Wuyue was stunned, and then snorted, "Playing around with mystery."

Zhuang Cai came up to him and whispered in his ear, "Master Daoist, what kind of spell is this?"

"Don't worry, it's simply impossible to find the source of corpse aura buried deep in the ground in such a small space," Taoist Wuyue said firmly.

"Then...why did he make such a fuss?" Zhuang Cai was still puzzled.

Daoist Wuyue snorted, "Mr. Zhuang doesn't understand, this is a trick used by ordinary quack warlocks, relying on complicated rituals and some small tricks to fool people, first calm you down, and finally say that the other party is too strong, or ask for help." A similar excuse is perfunctory, and you still believe it."

He deliberately didn't keep his voice to the lowest level, Ye Shaoyang heard it, raised his head and smiled at him, and said, "You are so familiar, it seems that you are a fellow."

Daoist Wuyue blew on his beard and said, "Who is the same as you!"

Ye Shaoyang ignored him and told everyone to retreat to the corner, then turned around and closed the iron door, cutting off the last light source, and the room became pitch black.

The village branch secretary regretted staying to watch the excitement, so he hurried to Taoist Wuyue and said with a greedy face, "Taoist, if something really happens, you have to protect us."

Daoist Wuyue smiled faintly, "That's natural."

The village party secretary nodded repeatedly, finally finding some sense of security.

Ye Shaoyang took out the ink fountain from his backpack in the dark, breathed out at the cinnabar thread on it, held it in his left hand, and threw a piece of talisman paper upwards with his right hand, which burned in the air and fell slowly. Read: "Tai Shang San Qing, know my Dao heart, flying ashes flow, fireflies seek Yin, hurry like a law!"

After chanting the incantation, the talisman paper was about to burn out. At the moment when it was extinguished, Ye Shaoyang changed the seal with his right hand, bent his middle finger, and flicked it on the ashes of the paper. In an instant, sparks shot out and flew out, forming a wave of magic energy.

Ye Shaoyang sat down cross-legged, quickly formed a seal with his right hand, released the qi, followed this energy, and spread it around. Suddenly, a candle near the left corner of the opposite wall lit up a bunch of bright green flames, and Ye Shaoyang clasped his left hand On the ink fountain, he flicked forward, and the cinnabar thread flew out, accurately wrapped around the candle, and pulled out a straight line. At this time, a candle behind him also lit up.

Ye Shaoyang threw the ink fountain back, bypassed the candle, hit the wall and bounced back, stretched out his hand to grab it, cut off the red line, and at the same time another candle lit up next to it, Ye Shaoyang threw the red line over again, bypassing the candle , the fourth candle lighted up behind him, he hurriedly threw the ink fountain over again, and pulled it into a straight line.

After that candles lit up in pairs, Ye Shaoyang threw out the ink fountain time and time again in a busy but calm manner, wrapping around the candles. When the last candle was lit, the whole room became bright and the red lines intersected. Everyone was surprised to find that all Where the red lines overlap, they actually form a rectangle about one meter wide and two to three meters long.

Ye Shaoyang walked through the gap between the red lines, took out four seven-inch long nails, nailed them to the four corners of the rectangle, and let out a sigh of relief.

"What... do you mean?" Xie Yuqing walked up and asked blankly.

Ye Shaoyang said: "The inside of the rectangle is the source of corpse and ghost energy. Judging from the shape, it should be a coffin."

Xie Yuqing blinked, "How did you do it, what is the principle?"

"It's just spells, and you don't understand the principle." Ye Shaoyang carefully untied the cinnabar thread, and wrapped it around the ink fountain one by one, leaving only four long nails.

Daoist Wuyue came up and said with an ugly face, "Impossible, this is two or three meters long, then there will be such a big coffin, how can there be such a big corpse?"

Ye Shaoyang just collected the cinnabar thread without raising his head, and said, "Would you like to gamble?"

"I have never seen what kind of spell you are using. Just watching the excitement, who knows if it is true or not."

Ye Shaoyang finished collecting the cinnabar thread, raised his head, and smiled at him, "Don't say it's useless, just take a gamble?"

"What are you gambling?"

"See if we can dig out the giant coffin."