She pondered for a while and took out a stack of yellow paper from her backpack.
The villagers outside were still approaching aggressively, yelling at them to get out, while Gu Zhisang inside was still cutting a stack of thick yellow paper with the scissors in her hands.
She cut out a stack of human-shaped paper, then closed her eyes, wrapped the paper in her palm, and rubbed it: “Heaven bestows divine power, sow beans into soldiers, and the Supreme Lord is as urgent as the law!”
After speaking, a burst of spiritual energy flowed from her body to the palm of her hand, she raised her hand suddenly, and the human-shaped yellow paper in her hand overflowed.
This was a kind of spell in Qimen Dunjia. According to legend, in ancient times, there was a strange man named Ma Yin in the army. He grabbed a handful of beans and scattered them, and they became a million Yin soldiers and defeated the enemy.
This kind of technique does exist, but its power has been greatly exaggerated. Not only beans can become soldiers. This technique depends on the caster’s ‘qi’ to fill the objects that serve as the body and make them come alive for a short time.
The stronger the caster’s ability, the more ‘bean soldiers’ can appear and the greater the power.
Outside the house, the villagers speaking the local dialect were discussing breaking indirectly, when they heard a loud ‘bang’, the door and windows of the small building were pushed open from the inside.
Immediately afterward, they saw an unforgettable scene in their lives.
Long and flat ‘people’ with stiff hands and feet, and rough and blurred features on their faces, poured out continuously from the doors and windows. They looked especially eerie and weird under the moonlight at night.
Some timid villagers didn’t even dare to look carefully at those staring eyes, and stumbled back: “Ghost! There is a ghost!!”
There were too many paper soldiers, and they looked too scary. Amidst the screams, the bullying villagers rushed away one after another
As soon as the wind blew, there were no ghosts in front of the small building. The palm-sized human-shaped yellow paper was blown by the wind, circling in the air… …
*
In the middle of the night, many official personnel with flashlights finally found Poshi Village.
They woke up those villagers from their homes, and when they controlled them, for some reason, the faces of these villagers turned ashen, and they said that there were evil spirits in the village.
After seeing the familiar police badge and uniform, the staff of the program team, who had experienced a day of horror, finally relaxed and were so excited that they were about to cry.
Among them, a middle-aged man in a windbreaker with half-long hair walked up to Gu Zhisang with a cigarette in his mouth.
He stretched out his hand and said solemnly: “Hello, I am a member of the official Special Spiritual Department, Gu Xuechun. I am the head of the Southern Provincial Branch. You said that you found the big tomb in Popo Mountain?”
Gu Zhisang said: “Mmm, it’s just below this village.”
“Are you sure?” Gu Xuechun frowned. They had looked at all the possible places in Popo Mountain to look for it before but found nothing. They also passed this village several times, but no one suspected that the tomb was under it, because the soil around the village was too bad.
How could an emperor’s tomb be built on such bad Feng Shui?
At this moment, a police officer walked over with the Village Chief Mother who had a sluggish expression. When she saw Gu Zhisang, she showed resentment on her face: “You girl, are you going to kill our whole village? You will be punished!”
The corner of Gu Zhisang’s mouth twitched: “I don’t know if I will suffer retribution, but you have already been backlashed. To be honest, old lady, I think you are quite pitiful. Don’t you know the reason why people in this village don’t live long, have a weak body, and are unable to go out of the mountain, isn’t it all because of the tomb that you are guarding like a big treasure?”
A flash of light flashed in Gu Xuechun’s mind as if he had caught something: “Tomb guard?”
“That’s right, they should be descendants of craftsmen, the clan of tomb guards.”
In ancient times, when the emperor built the tombs, it would take a long time to construct them. So they would select good craftsmen to enter and build the tombs. To prevent them from sneaking out, the imperial court would send people to gather their relatives and children to live together.
The tombs were usually built for more than ten years. After the tomb is completed, in order not to reveal the various mechanisms and structures in the tomb, those craftsmen will be killed directly in the tomb and buried with the owner of the tomb.
Some emperors with colder hearts were still not at ease after killing craftsmen. They would drive the descendants of these craftsmen to live around the mausoleum and became mausoleum guardians to guard the imperial tomb for generations.
In the beginning, the existence of the “Witch Master” was to fool these descendants of craftsmen and brainwash them so that they would not think about escaping.
In this way, this group of people slowly formed a village around the mausoleum and took root in their lives.
Every generation of ‘Witch Master’ will select disciples to pass on the mantle and tell them about the existence of the Imperial Tomb, and only the ‘Witch Master’ knows their true mission.
Gu Zhisang looked at the Village Chief Mother and said: “If it’s just guarding the mausoleum, it’s fine. Unfortunately, the emperor your ancestors met was not a good person. He knew that the dragon veins on this mountain were extremely prosperous, and the mountains and rivers surrounded it to form a treasure cave. He and tomb robbers can tell at a glance that an emperor was buried here. To avoid being dug up after his death, he came up with a way to hide Feng Shui: One cave with two tombs, and use the vitality of the living to support the foundation of the dead. “
Hearing this, Gu Xuechun’s eyes widened suddenly, and the cigarette butt in his mouth almost fell to the ground.
“It turned out to be like this…it turned out to be so! “
The Village Chief Mother was a little flustered, she couldn’t understand what Gu Zhisang was saying, but she vaguely felt that it would be something she couldn’t bear.
Her master told her since she was a child that they were the guardians of the tomb and the mountain. This was the mission of their clan and must not be violated.
If they violate it, they will suffer retribution!
She was sure of it.
It turned out to be true, and those children who walked out of the mountains never came back.
Gu Zhisang continued: “Under the treasure cave, there is a group of yin graves. To hide the real treasure cave from being discovered, a layer of yin graves needs to be built directly above the cave entrance. If I guessed correctly, the ancestral hall of your Poshi Village is in the northeast direction. In this way, the yin and yang graves are built on the Feng Shui acupuncture point, which can reverse the aura around the cave entrance. On the surface, it seems that the Feng Shui here is poor, and the geology is barren. This is an illusion, the real dragon energy still flows along the covered cave mouth into the tomb beneath the ground!”
“And if no one enshrines the yin graves, it will lose its effect over time. Therefore, to keep this cover-up, there must always be living people sacrificing their vitality.”
“Stop talking, I don’t want to hear your nonsense!” The Village Chief Mother screamed.
Gu Xuechun, who was holding his cigarette holder, frowned and sighed in his heart, feeling that the people in this village were pitiful.
Gu Zhisang’s tone was flat as she added: “Every newborn in your village has to hold a ceremony to pray for their blessings, but do you know that this blessing symbol you draw is not the blessing spell you think at all? That is a soul-locking spell specially used to connect you to the imperial tomb. Every time you think you pray for blessings, you are sacrificing and offering those children’s vitality and fate to this imperial tomb, and becoming the sacrifice to cover up the secrets of heaven. The nourishment of…”
“You shut up!!”
Gu Zhisang believed that the Village Chief Mother did not know the truth of this matter. Because although she was a ‘Witch Master’, in terms of blood, she was selected from the descendants of these tomb guards.
She doesn’t know when those witch masters who guarded the secrets of the imperial tomb, connecting newborns with the imperial tomb as sacrifices, and become the descendants of these poor ethnic groups.
Those witch masters passed it on from generation to generation and sent their relatives and friends to the altar for their vitality and longevity to be drained by this big tomb.
Once the “sacrifice” is far away from the scope of the tomb, it will be backlashed by violating the sacrificial covenant and will die in various ways.
Gu Zhisang said: “It was you who sent these villagers to the point of no return.”
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