bookandnovel Chapter 88 This is fucking raising an evil god!!!
Chapter 88 This is fucking raising an evil god!!!
Chapter 88 This is fucking raising an evil god!!! (First update, 5400 words)
First, a very short grunt came from the backyard.
Immediately following was the dull thud of a heavy body hitting the wooden railing.
once.
twice.
Then, it came to an abrupt end.
That wasn't the sound of being startled; it was more like being choked by something and then thrown away violently.
Almost at the same moment, a chaotic flapping sound erupted from the direction of the chicken coop.
Accompanied by short, mournful clucking cries, it was as if an invisible hand had gripped the necks of all the poultry.
Lu Yuan had already quietly stood by the window, his eyes slightly closed, using the technique of "listening to the wind and discerning the atmosphere".
What he "heard" was no longer a sound.
It is the flow of air.
A cold, viscous current, carrying a faint, fishy-sweet scent, transformed into an invisible underground river, slowly flowing down from the direction of the back mountain.
The airflow passed through the Wang family's backyard, and a strand of it split off, coiling like a venomous snake towards the east wing.
"It's a yin energy vein from the earth, but it's alive."
"They will find their own goals."
A chill ran down Lu Yuan's spine.
Ordinary yin energy would simply spread randomly, but this flow of energy was clearly directed, showing an almost greedy "favor" towards the east wing.
Inside the east wing, the baby's cries rang out.
But something's wrong with this crying.
At first, it was weak and meowed like a cat, but it quickly became sharp and shrill, with a sticky, guttural sound mixed in with the crying, as if the throat was being tightly blocked.
Then, the crying suddenly rose in pitch, turning into a piercing scream, before abruptly stopping.
It turned into a rapid, gasping "uh-uh" sound.
It's a condition called "frightening crying and soul-capturing"!
The infant's primordial spirit is not yet stable, and its three souls and seven spirits are unstable, being forcibly impacted by yin energy.
At the same time, the footsteps of Wang Laohan and a man rang out rapidly, heading straight for the east wing.
Lu Yuan heard Wang Laohan lower his voice, his voice trembling uncontrollably, repeatedly chanting: "—Ancestors, please bless me——Empress, please have mercy——The child is young and doesn't understand—"
He wasn't seeking the help of the Taoist patriarch or the Buddha, but rather a strange "goddess".
Lu Yuan quickly cut a small strip of yellow paper from his sleeve, and using his finger as a pen, he drew a "Yin-detecting Talisman" in the air.
With a flick of the finger, the talisman was quietly sent out through the crack in the window.
The yellow paper floated out but did not land directly.
It paused strangely in mid-air, then was pulled by an invisible force, and drifted obliquely and actively toward the window of the east wing.
"Smack."
The talisman was pasted on.
In just three breaths.
The bright yellow talisman paper quickly turned into a deathly gray-black, its edges curling and charring, emitting a wisp of burnt smell.
"The yin energy is malevolent, and resentment clings to it." Lu Yuan saw this scene through the crack in the door, "but the concentration is not high—it's more like the aftermath."
The pigs and chickens in the backyard gradually quieted down as the baby's cries were temporarily soothed.
But in that deathly silence, Lu Yuan caught a more subtle and persistent sound.
The sound was extremely distant, like countless people whispering, or like the whistling of a cold wind blowing through a narrow crevice in the rocks.
The sound originated from the back mountain.
Lu Yuan slightly pushed open the door a crack and looked up at the night sky.
The moon was completely obscured by thick clouds, and under the leaden sky, the snowflakes fell even more heavily.
When the moon is dark and the stars are dim, a hundred ghosts roam the night.
Just then, a short, startled scream, which was being tightly muffled, came from the east wing.
Then came the young mother's suppressed, collapsing sobs, followed by a man's low, weak attempts at comforting her.
Lu Yuan gestured to Xu Erxiao and Wang Chengan, signaling them to guard the door and air vents.
He held his breath, made the "Stealth Technique" with his right hand to completely gather his yang energy, and gently touched his brow with his left index finger.
Open your Yin Eyes!
Then, like a ghost, he silently slipped out of the room and crouched under the window of the east wing.
Inside the house, Wang Laohan's daughter-in-law's young but hoarse voice trembled incoherently: "—It's here again—the well, it's that well—"
"This time I see it clearly, it's not that mouth behind our village, it's much deeper than that one!!"
"The well walls are white! They're made of bones! They're made of human bones!!"
"She was wearing a red dress, not a wedding gown—it was the kind of red that had been soaked in blood, turning a dark, blackish red!"
"Her clothes clung to her body, dripping black water—in her arms—she was holding something wrapped in a tattered swaddling cloth!"
"A hand emerged from the swaddling clothes—bluish-black, with long, sharp nails—"
She gasped for breath, her voice filled with the terror of drowning: "She waved at me, didn't say anything, just smiled—her mouth stretched all the way to her ears, but black water was flowing from her eyes—"
"She said—she said: 'Hey girl, look how well-behaved my baby is, but he's a little cold. Can I borrow your baby to warm him up, just for a little while?'"
"I wanted to run, but my feet were covered in slippery moss, and—and something like a strand of hair crawled out of the well and wrapped tightly around my ankles."
Lu Yuan, crouching by the window, listened quietly, his mind rapidly piecing together clues.
And at that very moment!
A cold, slippery, and malicious "gaze" suddenly swept over his body!
This gaze did not come from inside the east wing, but from deep underground, shooting straight in from the direction of the back mountain!
That "gaze" was filled with an intense, unyielding resentment and a twisted "desire," trying to penetrate his mind!
Lu Yuan's pupils contracted sharply. He had clearly used the "Stealth Technique"!
The next second, without him even having to actively activate it, the dormant lightning within his body began to flow on its own.
A slight warmth emanated from his dantian, and a surge of pure, powerful yang energy erupted forth.
That cold "gaze" seemed to touch a red-hot iron, letting out a silent shriek before abruptly withdrawing.
Lu Yuan raised his eyes and looked towards the dark back mountain, his brows furrowed.
A nightmare strikes, using the mother to communicate with the child.
He got it.
The "thing" in the well is invading the dream, using the mother's fear and obsession with her child as a bridge.
Its ultimate goal is to exploit the natural spiritual connection between mother and child to taint or even seize the infant's purest and most yin-like soul.
This is not simple harassment, but preparation for some more insidious ritual, such as "substitution" or "possession".
More importantly, the "bone well wall," "blood-stained clothes dripping water," and "dark blue infant hands" described by Wang's daughter-in-law in her dream —
These details are remarkably similar to the way the Wang family, the family of the Destiny King, handled the "nurturing site" and the "corpse" when they were refining the "Mother and Child Evil"!
hiss-
Thinking of this, Lu Yuan gasped.
Weird.
This whole thing has a sinister feel to it from beginning to end.
This is not a place to nurture evil spirits.
According to the records in the Yangsha Map, the place for raising evil spirits is Wujiagouzi, not Mangniutun.
It would take at least five or six hours to travel from Haoniutun to Wujiagouzi by fast horse.
Lu Yuan did not believe that the evil energy in Wujiagouzi's nurturing ground could have spread so far.
And, most importantly.
The loosening of all the nurturing grounds of the Wang family's "Destiny-Changing King" has only happened recently.
Judging from the numb and gloomy appearance of the dogs at the village entrance, the strange occurrences in this village have probably been going on for quite some time.
The more Lu Yuan thought about it, the more he felt that something was not quite right.
After much thought, Lu Yuan finally shook his head.
Instead of guessing, it's better to ask directly.
Thinking of this, Lu Yuan dispelled his magic, stood up, walked to the door of the east wing, and gently knocked on the door.
"Thump, thump, thump."
The sudden knock on the door froze the already tense atmosphere in the east wing; you could almost hear the sudden stop of the heartbeats of Wang Laohan's family.
"Uncle, it's me."
Lu Yuan's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a reassuring pill, clearly penetrating the door panel.
"We are not ordinary wandering Taoist priests, but legitimate Taoist priests with a lineage and tradition from the Fengtian Zhenlong Temple."
"The reason your house is in turmoil and your baby is in danger is not inside the house, but in the well in the back hill."
"There is a great injustice in the well; it is a man-made disaster, not a natural one."
Lu Yuan paused, then spoke each word as if it were a heavy hammer blow to the Wang family's hearts.
"What's on your grandson isn't just ordinary fright; it's a 'mother-child entanglement' curse."
"If this drags on for more than a hundred days, the soul will be captured, and there will be no way to reverse the situation."
The room was deathly silent.
A few breaths later, the young daughter-in-law's desperate cries rang out: "Please, Taoist priest, save me—"
Before she could finish speaking, her hand covered her mouth tightly, leaving only muffled sounds of struggle.
A flurry of activity ensued inside the room.
But another young man's voice, filled with a desperate, reckless fear, broke through the oppressive silence: "Please, Taoist priest, save the lives of my entire family!!"
Finally, a few seconds later.
Squeak—
The door to the east wing finally opened.
Wang Laohan stood at the door, his weathered face twitching violently, his whole body trembling like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.
He looked at Lu Yuan outside the door, and the last line of defense in his eyes completely collapsed, and turbid tears welled up in his eyes.
"Taoist priest—save the children—save our village!"
At this moment, Wang Cheng'an and Xu Erxiao, carrying their tools, also followed them out from the west wing.
Lu Yuan calmly looked at Wang Laohan in front of him, then glanced past him at the woman on the kang who was barely breathing and the baby in her arms.
Lu Yuan looked at Wang Laohan, who was in front of him with tears streaming down his face, and said seriously, "Come to the west room and talk slowly."
Inside the west wing, the glow of the oil lamp flickered faintly.
Wang Laohan's voice was hoarse, filled with years of pent-up fear, as he began to recount his story.
The well on the back hill dried up during the Tongzhi era. The stones on the well walls were eerily white, and nothing grew around it.
During the Guangxu era, a pregnant woman fleeing famine was bullied by a local bully. In the end, dressed in red, she threw herself into a well while holding her belly, resulting in the deaths of herself and her unborn child.
Later, the bully's family died under suspicious circumstances, and the sound of a woman crying was often heard by the well, but for many years it was just a rumor to scare children.
The really strange things started six years ago.
"A group of three people arrived, claiming to be feng shui masters."
"Dressed smartly, with a compass in hand, he would run to the back mountain every day, just circling around that dry well."
"After staying for half a month, before leaving, I gave each household in the village two silver dollars."
Wang Laohan lowered his voice even further as he spoke.
"They say that well is the eye of the underworld," and that it carries heavy malevolent energy, and that they have already performed rituals to suppress it."
"He also warned the entire village that they must not approach the area, especially pregnant women and babies, otherwise they would offend the protective spirit and the evil energy would backfire, causing disaster to the entire village."
Lu Yuan lowered his eyelids slightly and tapped his knuckles lightly on the table.
Three Feng Shui Masters —
Is it the Wang family that brings death?
But as I said before, this part doesn't appear on the Nourishing Evil Diagram.
Wang Laohan continued his story.
From then on, strange things really started happening more often in the village.
A pregnant wife is either experiencing an unstable pregnancy or a difficult labor.
The newborn children often suffer from strange illnesses within the first hundred days, sleeping soundly during the day and crying out in terror with wide eyes at night.
Dark blue finger marks inexplicably appeared on my body, as if I had been pinched by a very small hand.
Some children will suddenly laugh or cry at an empty corner.
Five children in the village have not survived past 100 days.
I consulted a shaman, bypassed the local deity, and even sought help from the surrounding Taoist priests, but to no avail.
The villagers became increasingly afraid to approach the back mountain, and the well became an absolute forbidden area.
Wang Laohan's grandson is the only son in three generations.
The baby's birth went relatively smoothly, but he started crying at night after one month, and his eyes would occasionally stare blankly.
I've had two faint, ring-shaped bruises on my lower ankles, like they were from being strangled with a thin rope.
The talismans written by others and the jade pendants obtained through requests would inexplicably break or turn black after only two days of wearing.
Upon hearing this, Lu Yuan immediately stood up and said, "I'll go check on the child."
Old Wang nodded repeatedly and said, "Alright, please, Daoist Master."
As Lu Yuan followed Wang Laohan toward the east wing, he asked, "Which Taoist temple and which Taoist priest did you invite earlier?"
Upon hearing Lu Yuan's words, Wang Laohan hurriedly said, "It's the Shuanghe Temple around here, the Taoist priest—I don't remember his name, several groups have come but it's been useless—"
"Shuanghe Temple," Lu Yuan murmured these three words to himself.
never heard of that.
Speaking of which, this place is almost outside the realm of Fengtian.
If you walk a little further ahead, you'll reach Jilin Prefecture.
Lu Yuan rarely comes to this place, or to put it simply, he has never been here before.
Um----
Zhenlong Temple is located south of Fengtian City, and most of the jobs there are also done in the south of Fengtian City.
Zhenlong Temple rarely goes to Fengtian City, let alone the area north of Fengtian City, which is close to the boundary of Fengtian.
However, in these gaps between mountains and prefectures, Lu Yuan and his companions hadn't seen many villages or towns along their journey today.
The mountains are high and the roads are long, and the population is sparse. Those who can occupy this place must not be very good.
The strength or weakness of a Taoist temple can be seen from its location.
This is not Earth. The more remote and sparsely populated a Taoist temple is, the more its power will be highlighted.
This is a world full of evil and strange things. The more powerful a Taoist temple is, the more likely it is to be built in a place with many people.
Firstly, it makes it easier to collect incense offerings.
Secondly, it would make it easier for the disciples in the Taoist temple to find work.
If it were like Earth, where everything is built on sparsely populated high mountains, the disciples in this temple would use half their strength just to go up and down the mountain.
If you have to use half your strength to travel, how can you slay demons and monsters?
The Shuanghe Temple was built here, and the Taoist priests in the temple were mostly unorthodox Taoists without any lineage, who huddled together for warmth.
After all, money isn't easy to earn these days. If you're a wandering Taoist priest traveling around, the employer will ask you where you're from and what your Taoist name is.
If you can't explain yourself clearly, and you don't even have a Taoist temple, then the employer won't hire you.
Therefore, many wandering Taoist priests would gather together, find a secluded corner, build two houses, put up statues of the Three Pure Ones, and call themselves a Taoist temple.
But their abilities are hard to say.
Furthermore, these Taoist temples are extremely irresponsible, and they have no regard for their reputation.
Even if they can't do a good job, they can just leave, find another place, and build a Taoist temple somewhere else.
Lu Yuan couldn't judge the strength of the evil spirit based on the situation of the Taoist temple.
Lu Yuan looked up and asked the question that mattered most to him: "Just now outside the door, I heard you praying not to the Three Pure Ones, nor to any immortals or Buddhas, but to a 'goddess'?"
"Which empress are you praying to?"
Old Wang trembled, his face drained of color, his lips quivered, and he looked at Lu Yuan in fear: "It's—it's the lady in red holding a child in the well behind the mountain—the one!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Erxiao, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but click his tongue.
"Uncle, are you out of your mind?! Even a fool could see that this whole mess was caused by that thing!"
"You still beg her for mercy? And you call her Your Majesty?"
Wang Cheng'an nodded repeatedly: "Exactly, isn't this like recognizing a thief as your father!"
Xu Erxiao immediately chimed in, "Recognizing a thief as one's mother!"
Lu Yuan remained silent in the face of Xu Erxiao and Wang Chengan's words.
Xu Erxiao and Wang Chengan had only been with Lu Yuan for less than half a year, so they hadn't seen much of the world.
This kind of thing is actually quite common.
It seems contradictory, but it is actually a characteristic of folk "immoral worship".
Awe and appeasement of the forces of terror.
She was supposed to be a vengeful ghost, but through word of mouth and psychological suggestion, the villagers gradually gave her a twisted duality.
On one hand, she was bad; she could "have children," causing pregnant women in the village to have difficult childbirths and infants to die.
This is a manifestation of her resentment, and also the villagers' explanation for the inexplicable infant deaths.
On the other hand, the villagers believe that if they worship sincerely and do not offend her, they will be safe.
She might be able to "let go" of her own child, or even bless the mother with a safe delivery.
There's a saying on Earth: China doesn't keep idle gods.
That sounds quite inspiring, like he's some kind of amazing person.
But in reality, from a dialectical perspective, to put it bluntly, it falls under the category of utilitarianism.
It has an impact on me; I even worship evil gods!
It doesn't affect me; the Three Pure Ones are nothing to me.
The same is true here.
Even though I know it's an evil spirit, if worshipping her can prevent my family from suffering, then I'll still worship the evil spirit!
Of course, this is absolutely not to say that the people of Mangniutun are bad or that they are driven by self-interest.
This is merely a compromise that ordinary people at the bottom of society have no other choice but to make; it is a pitiful and pathetic way of survival.
When their grandson cries at night or exhibits strange symptoms, they know in their hearts that it may be the work of the "Empress".
After Taoist magic and folk remedies both seemed ineffective.
In their extreme panic and helplessness, they instinctively turned to the "evil spirit goddess" whom they both feared and had no choice but to believe in.
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In the most humble tone, they begged the "Empress" for mercy and to spare the child.
This is the most primitive way for ordinary people to survive when they are powerless to fight against supernatural threats: to beg for mercy from terror itself.
This "goddess" is a typical example of folk "ghost worship" or "licentious worship".
The deification of vengeful spirits involves elevating those who died unnaturally, especially those who died violently or harbored great resentment, to the status of possessing specific functions.
Local deities often associated with death, disease, and childbirth.
Fear drives the sacrifices. The motivation for the sacrifices is not out of love or gratitude, but out of fear and appeasement, hoping that the "ghosts and gods" will not harm them.
We followed Wang Laohan to the door of the east wing.
The cold wind, carrying snowflakes, howled as it swept through the courtyard.
Lu Yuan was about to step over the threshold when he suddenly stopped, as if struck by lightning, and froze on the spot!
In an instant, all the clues frantically connected and collided in his mind!
A red-clad female ghost, dead and unborn, in a dry well behind the mountain —
Six years ago, three "feng shui masters" happened to appear —
What they left behind wasn't a real protective charm, and they weren't there to help the villagers!
It is a catalyst used to "gather yin"!
They warned the villagers to stay away from the back mountain, not to protect the villagers, but to protect their "arrangement 51".
It must not be destroyed!
And then there are the countless infants who have died in the village over the past six years—
The villagers' worship and chanting stemming from fear —
This endless stream of infant spirits and the villagers' incense offerings and prayers—
Lu Yuan suddenly looked up at the deep darkness behind the mountain, and a chill ran down his spine and straight to the top of his head!
If the "Nourishing Ground for Evil Spirits" created by the Wang family of the Destiny King is to absorb the surrounding evil energy to nourish the "Book of Evil Spirits".
The "Book of Evil Spirits" was the family's sacred artifact for warding off evil spirits.
It's not just used to create a top-tier malevolent entity that can only exist for a few hours and is solely for killing.
It also has various other uses, such as cooking methods, French recipes, or other uses.
But here now—
That's fucking pure cultism!!!
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