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Thunder Split Wood, as the name suggests, is a tree that has been struck by lightning.

Some people believe that thunder and lightning come from the gods, so if a tree is struck by lightning with such a low probability, then the tree must be possessed by the gods. Therefore, after obtaining this kind of tree, some cultivators will choose the auspicious day of the zodiac to burn incense and bathe, apply for an ultimatum, and then after a series of ceremonies, take the best materials from the tree, and carve it into a ritual tool for use. Legend has it that the magic tools made of this wood are particularly effective and powerful.

The old Taoist priest said that half a month ago, when the three of them happened to pass through a mountain village, they saw such a tree with their own eyes.

Actually, they wouldn't have been able to see it if they had left the village a day or half a day early.

But when they were resting in the village, there happened to be a few villagers next to them who were idle, and when they saw that the three of them were Taoist priests, he told them a strange thing about the village.

Villagers said that on the mountainside of the mountain to the west of the village, there is a jujube tree.

There was nothing unusual about the jujube tree growing on the mountain, but the interesting thing is that there was only one jujube tree growing on the whole mountain. Judging by the growth rings, the tree has lived alone on this mountain for at least five hundred years, with a thick and tall trunk and lush foliage, and it has always grown well despite the changes in the surrounding environment due to climate change.

But even the oldest man in the village had never seen or even heard of a single date on this tree.

However, they still bloom every year when it is time to bloom, and the smell of the flowers is particularly fragrant.

The so-called fragrance floats for hundreds of miles, but unfortunately it does not bear fruit.

So one day, some good people speculated: It is said that everything is abnormal, there must be something strange, could it be that this tree is too old, and it has cultivated itself in the mountains, so it grows so strong, but it will no longer bear fruit like an ordinary jujube tree. So, once you get completely out of the tree, you will have to go down the mountain to make trouble.

Although it is a baseless speculation, after all, it is a small place far away from the town, the education is relatively backward, and the villagers' thoughts are relatively simple, so they immediately printed these words into their minds, and the more they thought about it, the more they felt panicked, so when the jujube tree bloomed in another year, several strong people in the village met up the mountain, found the tree, and carried the axe in their hands to cut down the strange jujube tree, so as not to be really said by the good deeds, and be brought to the village by something bad.

But who knew that as soon as the axe went down, a few young people who were originally interested in superstition and just came to join in the fun, but suddenly immediately believed the statement that the tree was old and became a spirit.

Because they had never seen a tree as hard as this old jujube tree, so frighteningly hard.

Five or six strong men carried steel axes and slashed down at the same time, but not to mention that not even a single piece of bark had fallen, and the blades of the axe had all turned over! But unexpectedly, after the chainsaw's teeth rolled on the tree for a long time, when they finally stopped rolling and stopped, those people were even more surprised to find that it was not the sawdust sawed down from the tree that had been sawed all over the sky by the chainsaw, but the fragments of the chainsaw's metal teeth.

The tree was still nothing, not even a small piece of bark had been sawn off.

Lao Dao said that when he heard this, he couldn't help laughing, and said to those people: It's so hard, it's not called a tree, it has to be called a stone. But even granite, if it is sawed by a chainsaw, it has to cut a large piece of it, and it can't even cut off a piece of skin. So, ladies and gentlemen, you must have seen us wearing this robe, so you deliberately entertained us monks.

After saying this, the faces of those people immediately turned ugly, and one of them took out a few pieces of money from his trouser pocket and threw them in front of Lao Dao, and said to him: Dao Chief, it doesn't matter if you don't believe it, but we are idle and have nothing to do to tease you, and we are not three-year-old children. So, here's 300 yuan, you go up the hill with us to see the tree, if we're lying, the 300 yuan should be given to the three of you for tea. But if it's true, then not only will I take back the three hundred, but you will give us one hundred to make amends, what do you think?

This old way was really aroused by their curiosity. I thought it wouldn't be a loss to go and see it anyway, after all, there could be no such hard tree in the world. Even if there really is, then it is not a loss, and no matter how rare it is, it may not be seen for many years of closed meditation and cultivation.

So he immediately followed the villagers into the mountain, and then really saw the big jujube tree.

The strange thing is that it is really extremely hard, no matter how old Tao uses a knife to cut it, an axe to chop it, or even a fire to burn it, that huge jujube tree really doesn't even hurt a piece of skin.

Hey, this is really a tree that can become a spirit, or ...... The Sacred Tree?

Just when Lao Dao was in a daze at this rare jujube tree, suddenly a muffled thunder rolled in the originally gloomy sky overhead.

Seeing this, the villagers hurriedly pulled the sleeves of the old Taoist and said to him, it is broken, there is thunder, and the Taoist chief has to go down the mountain quickly.

Lao Dao looked up at the sky, and felt that even if it was thundering, it was still far away, and seeing that the clouds above his head were still shallow, the rain should not fall for a while, so he didn't listen to the villagers, but immediately asked his two apprentices to take out their mobile phones from their bags, aimed at the tree while shooting a video, and raised an axe to slash at the tree.

Unexpectedly, after only a few seconds of shooting, suddenly a snowy light flashed in front of him, followed by a loud click, a thunder that could almost break people's eardrums, and bombarded them impartially according to the position they were standing.

Of course, electricity is light, and light is faster than sound, so even though the thunder fell on their heads, the moment before the thunder fell, they saw a scene they had never seen before.

The lightning that fell from the sky split the jujube tree in front of them, which could not be hurt by an axe or a chainsaw, in half in an instant.

Then the thunder that followed was like a huge hammer, and it smashed into everyone's hearts, almost suffocating them.

So as soon as the villagers came back to their senses, they immediately fled down the mountain, shouting as they ranched: The mountain god is angry! The mountain god killed the tree spirit with thunder!

But is it really as these villagers say, is it the mountain god who is angry and chopped this big jujube tree to death?

Lao Dao had no intention of thinking about this, for he stared at the old tree, which had been split in half, and as clouds of scorched black smoke rolled out of its open trunk, he suddenly felt something glean in the smoke.

His two apprentices were also aware of it, so the three of them immediately handed each other colors, and then slowly surrounded each other.

When I walked to the remains of the old tree, the clouds of smoke that rose from the core of the tree began to fade.

At this moment, a heavy rain fell from the sky, and the roar quickly dispersed the remaining smoke, and at the same time, revealed the thing that had been noticed by Lao Dao for a moment.

It was a fresh piece of wood about a meter wide in diameter, pale yellow, with a little dampness, buried deep in the tree.

Lao Dao couldn't tell why he added the word 'fresh'.

Maybe it's because it looks really fresh, and it's drenched in water, and it's stuck in the middle of the jujube tree that has been split by lightning, and it looks like the jujube tree has been pregnant with a child for I don't know how many years.

"Tree fetus?" Hearing this, the young man suddenly looked at the old man thoughtfully, and said softly.

Lao Dao's eyes flashed, and he nodded: "Yes, tree fetus." ”

"I thought it was just something legendary...... However, as the saying goes, there is no wind and no waves, and there is no wind in the air, but everything that can be told as a legend is not necessarily just a story. ”

"Brother is right, when we saw that thing, we really thought so. ”

"So you dug it up and made that coffin?"

"It can't be considered as something we dug up. Lao Dao's eyes flashed again, and he glanced at the coffin outside: "It was born from that jujube tree, just like a woman giving birth, slowly squeezed out of the trunk of the tree that was split by lightning......

The word 'squeezing' is really vividly described.

Because the moment that word came out of the old man's mouth, I almost immediately imagined in my mind the scene of a large piece of damp wood, extremely difficult and slow, with a sizzling sound, slowly being 'delivered' from the huge jujube tree that had been split in half.

The back of my head tingled a little when I imagined it, and then I thought of something, and I immediately interjected and asked, "Then if that's the case, why do you engrave that happy word in front of the coffin head, and also put a paper symbol on the end of the coffin." What is it used for?"

"Hehe......" As soon as I asked, Lao Dao smiled at me: "Why do you think that the paper talisman must be used for the town or something, little girl?"

This, naturally, it is a habitual thinking brought to me by watching so many ghost stories in Hong Kong films.

Of course, he didn't say this, but asked him rhetorically: "What can you do if you don't use it for town?"

"Used to stop the bleeding. ”

A faint sentence not only surprised me, but it seemed that even the young man was slightly taken aback a little unheard of: "Do you stop the bleeding in the coffin?"

"Yes. ”

"This is really interesting, could it be that this coffin you happened to make is a blood coffin. ”