Song Daochang sighed:

"Buried in the body, premeditated, really poisonous, no wonder I didn't notice it beforehand."

"......" Song Qingxiao didn't remind him, in fact, this silk thread is very likely just a guide to the way.

And the ghost who really succeeded only got into Aunt Wu's body when the ox cart was stuck, but when she saw the old Taoist priest's relieved look, she didn't expose his words.

As soon as the old Taoist priest's voice fell, he only heard Song Changqing exclaim:

"Master, look."

Song Daochang hurriedly lowered his head, and saw that the two filaments turned into powder in his palm like incense ash after burning, and before he could hold his hand, as soon as the wind outside poured in, it turned into a puff of smoke and disappeared without a trace.

The evidence disappeared unexpectedly, and even the old Taoist priest didn't have time to find out where it came from.

He was a little depressed, but fortunately he had at least figured out what this frequent thing was.

Now that it has been taken out, whether it is Aunt Wu or the old man who is driving the car, there should be no danger of life for the time being.

"Thankfully, I took it out."

The old man who was driving the car was a little happy, and when he said this, he looked palpitating.

Compared to being possessed by a ghost and dying in an unknown way, it is obviously not worth mentioning that the eyeball was scratched.

"Dao Chief, I shouldn't be fine, right?"

Daoist Song nodded and responded:

"I've sensed it, this thing is a thing possessed by a ghost, but at this point he has completely disappeared, and you'll be fine."

When the old man heard this, his face was overjoyed, and before he could speak, he heard Daoist Song say again:

"But you can't leave our sight during this time."

He explains:

"You are not from Shen Zhuang's family, and your ancestors were also born in Yunyang, but you were also recruited, so it must be related to your employment in the Wu Shen family."

Speaking of this, the old Taoist priest turned his head to look at his eldest apprentice, and when Song Changqing saw him move, he seemed to know what was in his heart, and he hurriedly spread out one hand.

I saw a powder-forged purse lying in the palm of his hand, and the purse pocket was tightly bound.

The old Taoist priest picked up the purse and rubbed it carefully:

"The purse is woven of silk satin, which is fine silk, and it should be from Shen Zhuang."

The lotus flowers embroidered on the purse are lifelike, and the embroidery is quite extraordinary.

Whether it is from the perspective of cloth and color, this purse is at least not cheap, but it is not something that ordinary people can use.

Although Aunt Wu said that her mother's family was rich and she had a lot of private houses for her, she was probably not rich enough to use such a valuable purse as a chauffeur at will.

"You mentioned the purse that Aunt Wu gave you earlier, isn't this it?"

The old Taoist priest remembered what he had said earlier, and halfway through it, the yin spirit on his body immediately became troubled, and he didn't let him finish his words at all.

The old man who was driving the car also remembered this stubble, and his consciousness stayed at the moment when he saw the purse, and what happened behind it was vaguely unclear.

However, he also vaguely guessed something, and at this time, listening to the old Taoist priest's question, he first nodded vigorously, and then shook his head desperately.

"Old Immortal Chang Mingjian." He covered his eyes, and the other red eye stared at the purse wrapped in a sweat towel in Song Daochang's hand like a ghost:

"The sister-in-law of the Wu family did give me a purse that day, and I also wrapped it in this sweat towel."

He swallowed, and a look of fear appeared in his one eye:

"But I clearly remember that what the sister-in-law of the Wu family gave me was just an ordinary old cotton sack, which could never be such an exquisite workmanship."

"Are you sure you're not mistaken?" The old Taoist priest asked him.

The old man who drove the car then swore:

"It's impossible to be mistaken!"

Such a delicate thing, after seeing it, should be very impressive.

The old man should have been frightened after being possessed, and his own life was at stake, and it was impossible for him to lie.

"I remember very clearly, there were four silver dollars in it, and in addition, the rewards that had been promised to pull those outsiders into Shenzhuang were all packed in it, a total of four oceans, and three silver dollars were in it."

He said it with great certainty, and he remembered the number very clearly.

"In other words, this thing was not given to you by Wu Shen, and it is very likely that it was transferred."

When Song Daochang said this, he reached out and pulled the knotted rope strap on the purse.

The strap was pulled away by him, and he lifted the purse and poured it out.

In the midst of several crisp sounds, seven or eight golden gold dollars poured out of it, which stunned several people.

The large gold dollar was as thin as a cake, about the size of a baby's palm, and it looked like it was plated with a layer of brass on the outside, and it was not the currency in circulation at this time.

"This—this—" The old man who was driving the car stammered, and it took him a long time to react:

"How is this possible?"

Song Changqing, who was sitting beside Song Daochang, leaned over and took a piece of the big gold yuan and pinched it between his fingers, looked at it carefully for a moment, and then shouted:

"Master, look."

I saw that there was a mark on the gold dollar, which read: Cast in the first year of Dajin Wansheng.

"The first year of Daikin Wansheng?"

Daoist Song leaned over and took a look, and then said:

"During the Daikin regime? More than 300 years ago? ”

Several people in the car were a little dazed, and Song Daochang himself took a piece of gold yuan and looked at it for a long time, making sure that each piece of gold yuan had the same words written on it, proving that they were products of the Dajin regime.

"Daikin was founded more than 300 years ago, and this Wansheng is the name of the first founding emperor of Dajin." Song Daochang turned this gold yuan over and studied:

"But a hundred years ago, not long after the massacre of Shenzhuang, the regime of Houjin had ended."

As soon as the Later Jin regime ended, the coins in circulation in the Later Jin Dynasty were gradually abolished and no longer used.

"In the first year of Wansheng, it was the peak of the Daikin regime, and not many coins were produced." Later, it was changed to red copper to cast large coins for circulation.

In the late Jin Dynasty, the early Dajin Yuan was already very rare, and most of them were collected by some antique lovers.

After the fall of the late Jin government, there are not many red copper dollars, not to mention the early gold yuan, not only appeared, but also appeared so much at one time, which shows that there is indeed a problem.

"What the Wu family's aunt gave me is obviously four silver dollars? I counted and counted, and I couldn't go wrong. ”

Shenzhuang is haunted, and everyone avoids it, and regards going to Shenzhuang as a netherworld.

So when Aunt Wu first asked someone to transport it, she hit a lot of nails.

Later, he ruthlessly took out four silver dollars before he moved the old man who was driving the car.

Four silver dollars was a lot of money, enough to cover the old man's family's food and drink for a whole year.

When he got the money at that time, he counted it again and again, and even slept with it at night, and did not leave his body to wash, and it was impossible for him to be transferred.

But at this time, the three silver dollars have become seven or eight big gold dollars, in terms of value, even if it is no longer a currency in circulation, the big gold dollars are naturally more valuable than Aunt Wu's three silver dollars, but when the old man in the car saw this, he felt a cold air straight from his feet.

"The Yin Ghost borrowed Aunt Wu's hand and handed over this bag of gold yuan to you." Song Qingxiao opened his mouth and said:

"And this purse and money should be a curse from a ghost."

With the help of Aunt Wu, the black thread was planted into the old man's body in the form of a curse, and then the ghost was attracted and killed.

"But, but at that time, I obviously got the ......" When the old man heard this, he shuddered, and wanted to explain again, so Song Daochang said:

"It's so green, it's a ghost hitting the wall."

The old man who was driving the car looked at him with wide red eyes, and he explained:

"When Wu Shen came home from Shen Zhuang, she was already on the way, and the ghost thing on her body performed yin magic and confused your consciousness, so when she gave you money, it should be this bag of things, not the silver dollar you thought."

It's just that the old man was tricked at that time, and he didn't know what terrible thing he had received, so he just took it as a few silver dollars, and happily took it into his arms.

"This bag of money may be life money." Song Daochang frowned:

"There is a kind of ghost magic that is cast on silver coins and thrown on the side of the road, and once it is taken away, it is equivalent to being willing to die for the person who lost the money by default."

The old man who was driving the car was so frightened that his body trembled like chaff, and he was busy kneeling:

"Dao Chief, save me." He didn't care about the pain in his eyes and dizziness, so he knocked his head on the ground and made a 'bang' sound:

"I have an old wife and grandson at home, so I can't ...... have an accident"

"You get up first!" Daoist Song stretched out his hand to help him, with an angry look in his eyes:

"Lang Lang Qiankun! This yin soul is too presumptuous, you are not a person from Shen Zhuang, but you are employed by the Wu Shen clan, so you will also harm your life, such a yin soul must not leave it with the world. ”

He has a strong sense of justice in his character, and he is extremely kind-hearted, and he has the heart to save the driver, otherwise he would not have been allowed to get into the car.

Don't talk about the old man begging at this time, even if he just doesn't speak, Daochang Song will never see death without help.

"It's just that I'm going to Shenzhuang on this trip, and I can't protect you for the time being." He had already received the money for the life of the Yin Soul and the ghost, and although the black line had been drawn out by Song Qingxiao, the Yin Soul Energy in Shen Zhuang was far greater than the old Taoist had imagined.

Whether it was the fog that permeated at this time, or the weasel pack that was driven before, I am afraid that it was inseparable from Shen Zhuang's ghost.

In this way, even if there is no black line, once the old man leaves Song Daochang's field of vision, I am afraid that his life will be in danger.

He pondered for a moment, then continued:

"I have a way, let's find a place to settle down first, I'll give you a Taoist enchantment, and you wait for me there."

He paused for a moment and said:

"If I can return smoothly from Shen Zhuang, naturally you will be safe."

But if something happens to their master and apprentice and they are trapped in Shen Zhuang, "when the matter is big, it will definitely attract the attention of other people of insight in the country, and then they will naturally go here, and I will leave you a token of the Dao Gate, if other fellow disciples see this item, for the sake of the people in the same way, they will definitely reach out to help." ”

As for whether he can save the driver's life in the end, for today's old Taoist, he can only do his best to obey the fate of heaven.

Even so, the coachman was already quite satisfied, and despite the old Taoist priest's obstruction, he kowtowed several times in a row, and thanked him repeatedly.

"The slaughter of the city a hundred years ago caused countless ghosts, but the money that these resentful spirits took out to buy their lives came from the big gold three hundred years ago." While Song Qing was talking, his hand reached over to those big golden yuans.

Her move startled the old Taoist priest.

This money came from the wrong way, and it may be made by a powerful ghost, stained with resentment, and can drive those resentful spirits who died in the slaughter of the city to its use, you can imagine the resentment of this money.

Aunt Wu and the coachman, who had been involved in the money, were hit one after another, and the old Taoist priest naturally didn't want his little apprentice to encounter such an evil and obscure thing, so he hurriedly shrank his hand-

But although his movements were fast, they were no faster than Song Qingxiao.

The old Taoist priest obviously saw that she was not in a hurry, but he saw the shadow in front of him for a moment, and before he could react, Song Qingxiao had already grabbed two big gold yuan in his hand, and the action was so fast that he could see it clearly, but he couldn't dodge it at all.

This is really evil!

"Are you ......" Daoist Song was a little anxious, and as soon as his voice fell, he saw Song Qing looking at the gold coin and asked:

"Does this mean that the 'ghosts' in Shenzhuang this time may not be those resentful spirits who died in the city massacre a hundred years ago?"

"You put it down first." When the old Taoist priest saw that she was looking at the coin, his heart was about to jump to his throat, and after reacting, he hurriedly asked her to put down the gold yuan.

She touched the coin, and there was a faint hint of resentment on it, a slight resemblance to the previous trace of resentment on the black line.

got the answer she wanted, and then saw that the old Taoist priest was so anxious that the sweat on her forehead was about to come out, so she complied with the old Taoist priest's words and obediently put the two coins back into his palm.

The old Taoist priest glared at her, angry and helpless, but in the end he did not blame, but hurriedly put a few coins back into the pink embroidered purse, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked at Song Qingxiao carefully, and saw that her cheeks were slightly moist, her eyes were clear, and she didn't look like she was contaminated with yin qi, so he was much more relieved.

After this reassurance, he remembered what Song Qingxiao said before, and he was also a little hesitant:

"Three hundred years ago......"

He thought for a moment before he said:

"I was born in the eighteenth year of the late Jin Kaizhen, but I didn't say that there was any major accident three hundred years ago."

And the existence of ghosts is against the sky, and the longer they remain in the world, the more powerful they need to be supported by resentment.

can survive for more than three hundred years, and it can no longer be simply called an ordinary ghost thing-"At least it is already a ghost king-level existence." ”

But if you want to evolve into a ghost king, the conditions required are extremely difficult, and you have to gather the right conditions such as time and place, as well as the nourishment of a large number of resentful souls, to raise such a ghost thing that is enough to shake the yin cao.

Under such conditions, no matter how the old Taoist priest looked at it, he felt that it was possible for the unjust soul caused by the massacre a hundred years ago to raise such a terrifying existence.

Coupled with the special terrain of the intersection of yin and yang in Shenzhuang, after a hundred years of recuperation, those yin spirits that may not have really been overcrossed became the climate, and they came out of the nest at this time.

The old Taoist priest put the purse into the pocket on his waist and said cautiously:

"Anyway, let's go to Shenzhuang first, and after we get in, things will always be cleared up."