It happened on a winter night sixteen years ago, when Master was alone in a barren mountain in Xiangxi.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and the surroundings are dark and dreary, and in that radius of one hundred and ten miles, there are deserted old forests. Although there is no miasma in the winter of Xiangxi, the grass and trees are still so dense that people feel hairy.

Suddenly, in the dim darkness of the night, a strange cry sounded, and the sound of the wind, as if it had been squeezed and twisted by something, whimpering, and shuttling through the forest like this, strange and inexplicable.

At this time, the intermittent crying led the master to a circle of desolate graves.

These burial bags are all built of earth and are very rudimentary, and there are not even tombstones. The graves of various sizes are overgrown with thatch and are scattered in a haphazard manner.

In front of a few graves, there are wooden signs crookedly, and the words on them, after years of wind and rain, are like tricks, and they have long been indistinguishable.

A few steps further, the sound stopped abruptly. Master looked around and saw that the ground was full of white bones, perhaps dug out by wild dogs in the forest, piled up in one place haphazardly, glowing with a faint green light.

The crow of a crow suddenly sounded in his ears, and his scalp tingled when he heard it, and at this moment, the whimpering sound sounded again, as if it came from the mound.

At first, it sounded like a wild cat calling, but the closer I got closer, the more it felt like a baby's cry.

The master wondered in his heart, where did the children come from in this mass grave in the barren mountains and mountains?

Following the sound to search again, I found a large tomb bag, on which a thin wooden board was inserted, although it was eroded beyond recognition by wind and rain, but it could be vaguely seen on it, and there was only one "Su" word left.

The grave had apparently been dug by some wild beast, and only a small half of it was left to survive, revealing a small vermilion coffin under the tomb that was about to collapse.

Unlike those rotten wooden signs, this coffin looks as bright as new, and the material is even more intelligible than the well-informed master.

Not only the material, but also the carving on this coffin is also a tricky workmanship, and it is by no means from the hands of ordinary folk craftsmen.

I saw a huge beast carved on the coffin lid, with nine heads, a long tail, a snake-shaped, and the nine heads were surrounded by the pictotems of wind, fire, water, thunder, earth, clouds, fog, and poison, and the appearance was extremely strange.

It was from this coffin that the baby's cry came.

It wasn't until the master reached out to open the coffin that he realized the strangeness in it.

He had thought that the lid of the coffin was just hidden, but when he looked closely, nine long nails passed through the coffin board, and each one passed through the head of the nine-headed beast, and was nailed to the eye impartially!

These nine nails, the roots are nine inches long, hard as iron, cold as ice, and they are rare "nine inches of cold iron nails" in the world, commonly known as "desperate nails".

There are ancient books and clouds: Nine hundred and eighty-one Shu is difficult, and nine deaths are one desperate nail.

The production of this "nail of desperation" requires rare geocentric metal, as well as a thousand-year-old ice that is only produced at the bottom of a mysterious lake in Sichuan, and the production process has long been lost, so it is rare in the world and extremely precious.

The "desperate" he said is not aimed at ordinary people, but for all kinds of demons and monsters, which has a strong lethality.

Master was puzzled. How could this rare and rare "nail" that can be called a magic weapon appear in this barren mountain and wilderness? It also took a full nine to nail a small coffin?

But the master is the master after all, and I saw that with a wave of his big sleeves, the nine nails were pulled out in turn.

Just as the nails were pulled out, the vermilion coffin lid was also lifted in an instant. A puff of smoke mixed with a strange fragrance wafted away, and a bare-chested baby boy with a handle appeared in front of the master's eyes......

This child, who was picked up by Master from the coffin, is me.

Master is an old bachelor who is busy catching tricks and subjugating demons all day long, so naturally he can't take my bare-chested doll waiting to be fed, and he happened to pass through Shandong, so he found a childless couple in a village and entrusted me to them.

This couple is my father and mother.

After the story was told, the master was full of anger, took out an ID card and stuffed it to me, which said "Su Bai". From this day on, the uncle became the master, and Li Xiaozhuan became Su Bai.

The name Su Bai was given by the master, and he explained to me that the wooden sign in front of the tomb had the word "Su" written on it, and Su became my surname.

As for Bai, Master said that I was picked up from a coffin in the night, and hoped that from now on, I would be able to stay away from the darkness forever and live in the daytime sun.

But these are all old yellow calendars, and Master has said it more than a hundred times, and every time it is the same. The only difference is that the master in the story is more heroic and invincible than the other, and the mass grave is told more and more terrifying every time......

On the summer night when the fat man first came to Quancheng, he and I sat on the roof of the store, looking at the towering buildings in the city, and drinking beer in the evening breeze.

As the drunkenness rose, I told him about my bizarre life experience of being born in a coffin, as well as what I had seen and heard in the past few years with Master.

I listened to the fat man so fascinated that he asked me what spells I could do and show him what I was doing.

For the requirements of the dead fat man, I can't say it in my heart.

To be honest, Master's so-called trickery seems to me like self-directed and self-performed performance art.

Although it seems to deal with the general weird "Anzhai Shock Curse", the "Golden Light Curse" to exorcise demons, the "Heavenly God General Curse" and the "Ten Thousand Rush Urging God Curse" to restrain zombies, I can also memorize the melon well, but I have never seen any evil things.

Master's explanation for this is that the fire has not yet arrived, and the eyes of heaven have not yet opened.

Master said that the Heavenly Eye, also known as the "Filthy Eye", refers to the filthy rather than the intelligent wisdom, which refers to the charm that can be seen invisible to ordinary people, and can be regarded as the most basic threshold for cultivators to enter the industry.

The reason why I feel that Master is acting when I am doing the Fa is actually because the eyes of heaven are not opened, and I can't see evil at all.

Just a few days ago, Master didn't know what was crazy about smoking, and said that my eyes were open and I could stand on my own, so he took me to Quancheng to be the shopkeeper of this small shop.

Therefore, I can only use the words "heaven must not be revealed" to prevaricate the fat man.

As for the matter of doing business, the fat man clearly pointed out that the best way is to post small advertisements.

Oh, my God! This guy is an absolute genius! If you look at which telephone pole in the city now doesn't have locks, certificates, and fake academic qualifications written on them, why didn't I think of it?

Just as we were touting each other and drinking hot, we heard the door of the shop downstairs being slammed into the sky, and the voice of an eager middle-aged uncle also came.

"Xiao Su, are you there? Something is wrong! ”