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After the man in black left, Soul Haoxuan sprinkled the stone that he had crushed into the stream, and then began to look for the big stone that Fan Rendian had said. Books.com ( . V o Dt . c o M) looked around for a week, and finally found the stone standing on the other side of the stream, or rather a stone tablet, which could be vaguely seen densely engraved with words. After discovering the target, Soul Haoxuan walked directly into the stream, and quickly walked to the opposite bank, the stream was only more than three meters wide, only two steps, walked all over to the opposite bank, and then walked to the downstream stone monument.

Soul Haoxuan came to stand in front of the stele, this stele is about two meters high, half a meter wide, rectangular, angular and angular, but it does not look like it has been artificially polished, it should be the magic of nature, the stele is engraved with words, Soul Haoxuan glanced at it, the word of the stele is willow, there is no title, it is roughly telling a legendary story. And this story seems to be related to the origin of a white tiger key, so Soul Haoxuan calmed down and took a closer look.

During the Song Dynasty, it was a simple village, the villagers worked hard, and the relationship between the villagers was also very harmonious...... This year, at midnight on the 15th day of the seventh month, a scholar fled into the village on a running basis, covered in blood and covered with wounds like being scratched and bitten by wild beasts. The scholar who had fled into the village began to knock on the doors of the villagers' houses, shouting for help as he knocked on them, but after knocking on the whole street, not a single family opened the door for him, and there was not even a single response. The whole village seemed to be half dead, and the scholar had no choice but to continue to flee to the stream at the east end of the village. The scholar who had fled to the stream looked back, and when his pursuers did not come after him, he squatted down to take water from the stream, but as soon as he squatted down, he felt a chill in his back, and then plunged into the stream.

The next day, the early villagers found the body in the stream, but it was not the scholar, but a snow-white cat, and the villagers didn't pay much attention to it, but just picked up the white cat and discarded it at will. From this day on, every day in the village, people dreamed of a white cat calling for help, and when they woke up, they ran to the stream in a frenzy, shouting, "The thing is not with me!" and then fell into the stream and drowned.

The villagers panicked and invited several Taoist monks to exorcise evil spirits, but to no avail. After 7749 days in this way, 7749 people died in the village, and a Taoist priest from Youfang passed by here, smelled the strangeness of this side, and took the initiative to enter the village to help the villagers. The villagers were overjoyed and hurriedly took the Taoist priest to the stream. When the Taoist priest reached the stream, he leaned over and put his hand into the stream, closed his eyes, and after a moment, withdrew his hand, and said, "I see!" and then put his hand into the hand again, and stretched it out to the end, and took out a piece of white jade carved in the shape of a tiger from the pebbles at the bottom of the water. After taking out the white jade, the originally clear stream water suddenly became mudless, as if it was a pool of blood. The villagers were shocked, and the Taoist priest asked what strange things had happened before the incident, and the villagers hurriedly told the Taoist priest about the white cat's corpse fished out of the stream. The Taoist priest asked the villagers to take him to find the white cat's body.

The corpse of the white cat is still in the place where the villagers discarded it, and the strange thing is that after 7749 days, the corpse of the white cat not only did not decompose, but even did not change at all as before. The Taoist priest picked up the corpse of the white cat, stuffed the white tiger jade pei picked up from the creek into the belly of the white cat and walked back to the stream, took out the floating dust he carried with him and gently brushed it on the water surface, the water surface rippled, and a stone tablet slowly rose in the soil by the stream. The Taoist priest walked to the side of the stele, pressed the body of the white cat against the stele, and with a gentle push, the white cat was pushed into the stele like that. Then, the Taoist priest also disappeared. The villagers all thought that they had met a fairy descending to earth.

Strange to say, after that, everything in the village returned to normal, and nothing strange happened. In order to thank the Taoist priest for his kindness, the villagers engraved this matter with the stone tablet of the Tibetan cat to show their descendants.

"This dust Taoist priest is really famous for being nosy!" After reading the story of the stone stele, Soul Haoxuan was furious, and said in a deep voice, the Taoist priest who had already guessed this story was the dust Taoist.

After saying this, he touched the stele, and the stele still had the temperature left by the sun.

"I'm sorry old Taoist, your story ends here!" Soul Haoxuan said in a deep voice, then pulled out the ancient sword, and slashed a sword horizontally according to the stone stele, and the blade slashed at the stone tablet to create a large spark, and then, the stone tablet was directly cut in half, and half of the face fell to the ground with a "bang", smashing out a big deep pit. A white thing also fell to the ground, and when I looked closely, it was the corpse of the white cat, which was still undecomposed after a thousand years.

Soul Haoxuan walked over, picked up the corpse of the white cat, and was about to take out the jade pendant from its body when the stream suddenly changed.

Soul Haoxuan looked down at the surface of the water, and the ripples slowly rose on the surface of the water, getting bigger and bigger, and the stream also changed from clear to turbid, and finally turned scarlet like a pool of blood.

"What people!" At this moment, there was a sudden scolding from the other side, and Soul Haoxuan looked up at the other side, only to find that several villagers with hoes and sickles were standing on the other side looking at him.

"That guy seems to have broken the feng shui stone plaque!" Soon a villager found the collapsed stone tablet and hurriedly shouted in panic.

"You control him, I'll go back and call someone!" said one of the older villagers, and then threw his hoe on the ground and ran in the direction of the village.

"Remember to call the village chief!" a young man shouted to the departing man, and then rushed towards Soul Haoxuan with his hoe. When the others saw him rushing away, they followed suit.

"What a headache!" Seeing this, Soul Haoxuan patted his forehead lightly, and he had a headache.

Soon, several young villagers rushed to Soul Haoxuan and surrounded him, but Soul Haoxuan did not resist, but simply sat on the ground and watched the changes.

After a while, the villager who had left earlier returned with a large group of villagers, and the villagers' brothers were angry and holding all kinds of guys in their hands, as if they were going to kill the person who had ruined the feng shui of his village.

The water of the stream changed again, and the scarlet surface of the water rippled in countless waves, as if something was about to crawl out of the water. Knowing that the situation was not good, Soul Haoxuan stood up suddenly, and several young villagers surrounding him were startled and took several steps back, as if they were all afraid of this stranger with a sword in his hand.

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