After all, this is a world that believes in science as truth. The so-called things about ghosts and gods are inherently absurd. If I hadn’t seen and experienced it with my own eyes in the past few days, in my inner world, I would probably always think that we are just people who pass through the gods.

Families who use stick tricks to meet their daily needs of firewood, rice, oil and salt. As for the idea of ​​ritual officials, it is almost just to give themselves a mysterious color, just like every hawker selling stinky tofu will put the word Changsha on it to prove that his taste is authentic.

The more you tell others about your words, the more you gradually begin to believe them yourself.

This is probably the difference between me and my dad. He firmly believes in all this, while I half-believe in it. I deal with things with a mentality of rather believing that something is there than that it is not, so that there is an insurmountable gap between us, and then communication is born.

obstacle.

Now, probably because Zhang Daoxuan was also present, my dad finally let go of the wall in his inner world that even his family had to resist, as if he was worried that if we knew too much, it would affect his beliefs. I can see that,

He opened his heart and told a long story about what he knew about our family, from ancient times to the present.

Although he heard many things from his elders, I don’t know how much truth is left in this oral inheritance model.

About the last ancestor who can still be called a ritual officer, about the Heavenly Master Blade, about the Yumin...

In my father's opinion, the accuracy of which needs to be questioned, this series of events should be related to half of the diary!

This half of the diary was left by the nameless ancestor. It recorded some events in his life and... some plans on the eve of his death. It was stuffed into the orphan's swaddling clothes, and many of the contents were covered in blood.

Infiltrated, blurred and invisible, too much content is missing. Moreover, this diary was lost when my family was fleeing the war more than a hundred years ago. My grandfather was probably the last person to see it. He only followed me when he was about to die.

Dad mentioned a few words.

The old ancestor said in his diary that during the Five Years, China was in chaos, human lives were like grass and grass, corpses were scattered all over the fields, and the ground was thousands of miles away. There was a moment of resentment, and demons and monsters were rampant in the world. But at that time, clothes and clothes were traveling south, etiquette was broken, and the court had no time to protect itself, let alone

He said he was in charge of the life and death of the people, but as a ritual officer, he wanted to sort out the yin and yang but was unable to do so. He was almost exhausted, so he decided to build an eternal tomb to bury all the most vicious corpses, ghosts and monsters.

Already.

He must have succeeded and folded himself inside.

My dad didn't know how thrilling the process was. My grandfather breathed a sigh of relief when he told him this. Naturally, it was impossible to tell him a good story, but he still mentioned the key points to him.

First, the Celestial Master Blade was left in the demon burial mound. My ancestor vaguely mentioned in his diary that one of the feathered people who harmed the world at that time was extremely vicious. It seemed to have an object.

There are no taboos and it is extremely difficult to deal with. My ancestor had already planned to bury the feather people and suppress them with the Heavenly Master Blade, which might be successful.

Secondly, the demon burial tomb set up by the ancestor is in Luliang Mountain. Luliang Mountain is so majestic that it supports the backbone of the Three Jin Dynasties. Many emperors and the empress Wu Zetian walked out of the place they passed.

It was Fululiang Zhifeng who grew up. This mountain has a long destiny, and it is definitely a dragon vein. The ancestor died in the demon burial tomb, and the earth spirit beads he collected must have been left in this tomb.

The spirit beads are born from the dragon veins and are nourished by the dragon veins. If they sink in the dragon veins, they will not escape. In other words, there must be earth spirit beads in the monster burial tomb!

"The Demon Burial Tomb is the key to the rise of the Liguan lineage. The Tianguan Blade and the Earth Spirit Pearl are both there!"

My dad said: "Ever since our family fell into decline, many of our ancestors have been looking for this monster burial mound. The Luliang Mountains are almost torn apart and they have not been able to find it."

"You mean, the place I went to was the Demon Tomb?"

I muttered a little bit, good guy, according to what my dad said, I have found both the Tianguan Blade and the Earth Spirit Pearl at once. However, there is only one Qihe Tomb in that place. This kind of tomb is from the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China.

It only appeared in the Qing Dynasty. At that time, many Manchu nobles were in despair, but they had so many aunts and concubines that they couldn't build any majestic tombs. So they just built a tomb like this, which is very characteristic of the times.

Suddenly, I thought of the drawings in the secret room of the Xing family. The drawings of the Qihe Tomb were filled with question marks. For a moment, I had a guess in my mind, and I quickly asked: "Is the Demon Burial Tomb underneath the Qihe Tomb?"

My dad nodded in agreement: "There were so many people who died in the past, and there was only such a small area. It was normal for the tombs to be buried on top of each other. Let me see, the feathered people of your family have long been thinking about the demon burial tomb, and they

The old man is buried there under the banner of ancestor worship so that they can investigate!"

My dad firmly believes that what Xing Wei is really planning is that thing that is said to have no taboos. That thing belongs to the Yumen. Once he gets it, he will do great things. Unfortunately, it is suppressed by the Tianguan Blade. After he gets it, he can only think about it.

All taken away.

Regarding the kind of sacrifice that Zhang Daoxuan mentioned, my dad has never heard of it, but he also has a guess that it is to use the evil spirit and resentment of the deceased to fight against the Tianguan Blade, so as to liberate such things. He should have succeeded, but he also

He was injured by the Tianguan Blade. When he released that thing, it also meant that he released the Tianguan Blade. I have experienced how powerful this thing is. Xing Wei is probably not much more powerful than me who turned into a paper man. He was almost killed.

It was normal for him to be beaten to death. In the end, he took the object and ran away in a hurry.

I have to admit that my dad has a bit of detective potential, and this speculation can be said to be reasonable and well-founded.

"However, I just dropped a shovelful of soil from that grave. I have never entered that grave. How come the Earth Spirit Pearl got into my stomach?"

I frowned and asked the question in my heart: "Besides, since Xing Wei's family has long been concerned about the Demon Burial Tomb, then it's none of my business? Why do you have to drag me in?"

"This is the shadow of our ancestors!"

My dad firmly believed that the ancestor had a spirit in heaven and sensed that I, a descendant, had arrived in front of the demon burial mound, so he gave me the Earth Spirit Pearl.

As for whether this explanation was reasonable, I looked at the butcher knife my dad put on his lap and didn't dare to ask.

Immediately, my dad fell into deep thought again, and after a moment, he said: "As for your matter... After thinking about it, there is only one possibility... you were sacrificed alive!"

Living sacrifice?

I shuddered. In my understanding, living sacrifices are all bloody and cruel without exception. However, I did not die. Except for being caught in some strange trick, everything was basically normal...

"There are some things you don't know..."

My dad sighed. This seemed to be the last thing he wanted to face. He pointed at a large spiritual tablet far away from us and said softly: "These ancestors were all sacrificed alive. When we ritual officers lose their ability,

From now on, for the ancient rulers, apart from taking a look at the Feng Shui and designing the tombs, the biggest use is to use them for living sacrifices. Maybe our ritual officers hate those dirty things too much. In short, as long as

When encountering monsters and monsters that are causing mischief that cannot be quelled, as long as we, the ritual officials, are offered as sacrifices, those monsters will stop!

Your classmate probably heard this from somewhere, so he took an interest in you. In other words, he was prepared to sacrifice you alive from the very beginning when he approached you. In this way, the dirty things in the Demon Burial Tomb would be safe.

Share a little so they can go to the tomb to look for things!"

This is perhaps the greatest tragedy of the etiquette sect.

When this kind of sadness extended to me, I suddenly fell silent at this moment. I couldn't tell whether it was anger or sadness. I had felt like this before, but at this moment it all disappeared without a trace.

But one thing I am sure of is that if I have another chance to meet Xing Wei, I will definitely cut off his head with my own hands, and there will be no psychological baggage.

It was also at this time that I realized that when hatred or anger accumulates to a certain level, what is left... is only peace.

These are just some of my dad's guesses. He couldn't think of any other possibility besides being a living sacrifice. As for why I didn't die, he even said that except for accidentally taking the Earth Spirit Pearl and causing persecution by ghosts, I basically had no symptoms. My dad didn't think so.

It's clear, I just say that the answer may have to be found in the Demon Tomb.

I still have doubts in my mind. Whether it is Zhang Daoxuan or the ferryman of Yinren Inn, when the word "ceremony officer" is mentioned, the first reaction is danger, and he keeps secret about it.

Where is the danger?

When I really asked, my dad showed some irritability and just said vaguely that in the era when the ritual officials still existed, all the monsters and monsters could only tremble in the dark, which was probably too tempting.

I hate it, but after finally suffering the decline of the ceremonial officer sect, I naturally won’t see anyone regaining their ability, and it’s okay to cause trouble.

Is the truth really that simple?

I glanced at Zhang Daoxuan. He was sitting upright, with his eyes half open and half closed, as if he hadn't heard anything.

"Okay, I've told you everything I know."

My dad waved his hand to put away all my questions and said expressionlessly: "It's time for you to go!"

These weird behaviors made me even more confused. I instinctively felt that he seemed to be deliberately hiding something, and his behavior was too intense. In desperation, I could only change the topic and ask about my mother's situation. I wanted to see my mother.

, and then make insidious inquiries.

It's a pity that my father didn't give me a chance at all. He picked me up and pushed me out. As for my mother, he only said that he went out to buy groceries and did not make lunch for the three of us.

Zhang Daoxuan didn't mind these words. He stood up and glanced at the sky, then calmly pulled Zhang Xinya away. Zhang Xinya reluctantly muttered that she hadn't eaten yet and was hungry, but Zhang Daoxuan glared at her.

, immediately dared not say anything.

My dad pushed me out of the yard at once, and it was not until the eve of getting in the car that he suddenly hugged me. His arms were very strong, and he just leaned close to my ear and whispered three words to me - live.

Then he pushed me into the car.

At that moment, I felt as if he was saying goodbye to me, and saying goodbye forever.

I wanted to rush out of the car to find him, but Zhang Daoxuan put his hand on my shoulder, and he didn't exert any force, so I couldn't move.

I was anxious and said quickly: "Master, my dad..."

"It's worse if you're here."

Zhang Daoxuan said expressionlessly: "Don't worry, he's fine. It's just that the time has come. It's twelve o'clock at noon. We must leave."

These remarks were very mysterious. I wanted to ask for more information, but Zhang Daoxuan closed his eyes and pointed at it. The meaning was unexplainable, but he finally gave me an explanation, which made me feel a little more at ease. I breathed a sigh of relief. Since Zhang Daoxuan said it was okay, I

Dad should be fine. He doesn't look like a liar. I was probably overthinking it before.

Zhang Xinya had already started the car, and I glanced back subconsciously. My dad was still standing at the door, with his back straight. The distance between me and him was getting farther and farther, and in the end his figure was a little blurry.

I suddenly felt that my father was a warrior. In an era where everyone is chasing fame and wealth, it was not easy for him to still hold on to a legacy that had been cut off for nearly two thousand years.

Two thousand years is enough for a nation to forget its past, but as a human being, he is always fighting against the world and the torrent of time. What kind of belief is this?

His image is changing quietly in my heart. I thought I understood him before, but now I find that I can no longer understand this man I have always called my father. What is hidden in him?

What kind of secret? Whether it is him or Zhang Daoxuan, what are they deliberately hiding...
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