Xu Chu was stunned for a moment, subconsciously looked at the bookshelves that could not be seen, and remembered that he had always seen and heard extensively, and his ability to never forget the ten lines at a glance, and only after a while did he sigh with emotion, Xiao Qinglang is really God's favorite, and his son.

In contrast, they are ordinary people, as if they are God's stepson and stepdaughter.

In the library, the fragrance of ink floats, with the unique smell of paper and bamboo slips, which is not annoying, and can even make people unconsciously calm in it.

Even Xiao Mingzhu, who has always been chattering, is also reading some books that record strange things with great interest at this time.

Before Xu Chu traveled to the bookshelf that collected all kinds of strange things about the land of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, on the bookshelf that was more than one person high, there were all the gazetteers and miscellaneous books of various counties in various places, classified by place names, but intuitive and neat.

To be honest, Xu Chu really never thought that with Xiao Qinglang's solemn face, he would collect so many Zhi monsters.

At a glance, she found that among these stories of gods and ghosts, in addition to the books that record the mountains and rivers in all directions, animals and plants, foreign objects, and strange people, there are also many story booklets made up in the market. It was hard for her to imagine what kind of demeanor and mind Xiao Qinglang had to read those godly books.

However, she remembered the book that Xiao Qinglang had written about her, a female official, and the plot was also full of ups and downs, although it didn't have much credibility, but it also coaxed many people to follow suit, so she suddenly had a clear idea in her heart. No wonder he's so good at writing stories, it turns out that he has been studying it for a long time.

Suddenly, Xu Chu felt that Xiao Qinglang's noble and elegant image was a little shaky. It felt like she was secretly reading comic books in class in her previous life.

She secretly thought it was funny, but the search in her hand did not stop. After reading four or five little books in a row and finding nothing, she was a little lost.

In the face of the vast library of books, looking for a story without many eyebrows is really like looking for a needle in a haystack.

She glanced at Xiao Mingzhu and saw that Xiao Mingzhu was still flipping through the book, Xu saw the terrifying place, and subconsciously moved her body to herself.

Seeing this, she didn't bother Xiao Mingzhu, and then took a booklet that was placed in central Zhejiang. This booklet looks a little old, and its cover has been worn out, but it does not prevent Xu Chu from seeing the word "Tan Xu" on it.

When I opened the page, I saw that there was a line of extremely free and easy annotations, and the font of this annotation was much more casual than the regular line script and regular script. But it is partial, compared to the cursive writing she has seen, it is much more restrained and neat, which makes her feel a little abrupt and awkward at first glance.

"The book "Tan Xu" is a matter of many Shuning and Li dynasties, which is a hundred years apart, and its pseudo-destruction is not enough to attack. All the twenty-five miscellaneous matters contained in the book belong to him. Those who copy old texts, set up new goals, and sell counterfeits to book collectors. ”

In other words, this "Tan Xu" is not the original work, because the original work has long been lost, so later generations will re-include the story according to the relevant records scattered in various ancient books.

Xu Chu hesitated for a moment, then opened the pages of the book and flipped through it carefully, but when she saw the volume, she suddenly looked shocked.

"The Song people relied on the provincial gan, killed people and sacrificed ghosts with witchcraft, and bought more than ten years old virgins in Zhejiang for sacrificial use. The mother of a girl believed in Guanyin Master, and the girl had recited the Heart Sutra with her mother. When it came to the wheel of worship, she bathed in makeup and locked up in an empty house, and the girl thought that she would die, so she recited the sutra with all her heart. In the middle of the night, a monster came down from the skylight, and the light flashed like lightning. The girl hurriedly recited the mantra, and a light flashed out of her mouth, and the monster couldn't get in, so she retreated. The girl's mouth grew brighter, and she shot the monster, and with a loud sound, she fell to the ground. Just as the patrol soldiers passed by, the girl shouted to kill someone, and the soldiers broke the wall to rescue the girl, and saw a big white python, which was dead. Lai Xinggan and his family were arrested and punished in accordance with the law. ”

Just as she was reading silently word by word, she suddenly heard Xiao Mingzhu exclaim, "Sister Chu, there is a record here, saying that Song Xianggong asked Duke Yi Wengong to kill Yan Zi to sacrifice to the Society of the Second Ju, is this considered a murder and a sacrifice to ghosts?" ”

When Xu Chu heard this, he hurriedly leaned over and saw a few lines of extremely small annotations under it, saying that since the Yin Dynasty, there were often kings who sacrificed people as animals, in order to ensure the stability of the wind and rain. Later, there was the custom of sacrificing the first son by killing the head or Qianghu, in order to prosper and maintain the purity of the patrilineal bloodline.

She looked solemn, turned a page and continued to read in a low voice: "Since the Song Xianggong, there has been a Lu State Ji Pingzi who sacrificed human and animal sacrifices to the Bo Society, and the wind of making tantric ritual weapons with human bones of sacrificing ghosts arose in the land of Baipu. There are even rumors that he can use secret techniques to sacrifice ghosts, and change his life against the sky in order to resurrect and live forever."

"The rise of Tantra has caused chaos in Baipu, and the people have done everything they can to abduct people from other lands and kill them to sacrifice ghosts. Or there are rich families who replace their own slaves or heirs of their families, which is very cruel. Later, there were even wealthy families who used money to recruit people to ask for it, which was called picking animals. ”

In the next few years, Tantra became powerful, and some officials successively indulged in Tantra's corpse spells, which were suspected of subverting the dynasty, so they were chased by the government. After that, the imperial court ordered the destruction of the relevant books, and no one in the world heard of the corpse of the ghost to make tantric magic weapons, and no one mentioned the corpse spell again."

Compared with Xiao Mingzhu's excited expression when he found useful information, Xu Chu's mood at this time was much heavier.

This is only a miscellaneous book, not an official history book, and it can be seen that the person who compiled this book must have had a relationship with the historian. The pen is upright and impartial, as if under the guise of a ghost story, it records the things that the court does not allow to circulate.

Thinking of this, Xu Chu turned the book to the title page, but saw that there was only a simple name of "Lao Suo's Notes" on it. The name and origin of the person who wrote the book are unknown.

Xu Chu frowned, and looked at the rest of the stories in the book again, most of them were miscellaneous records with names and surnames, not like ordinary ghosts and monsters. In other words, it is likely that the author has experienced it, or seen it with my own eyes.

Looking at the notes in his hand, Xu Chu's mind quickly flashed the strange appearance on the corpse he was examining. The bones are intact, and the bones mentioned in the book are not missing, including the leg bones of the girl used to make the human bone flute, and the skull used to make the human bone bowl.

If that person really only used human blood alchemy as a cover, then what was his real purpose?

In the end, this matter is just a simple matter He wants to hide the bones of the female Daogu, making people mistakenly think that the female Daoist is also a girl bought by Dong Ruiyang. Or is there another reason?

If the former is okay, but if the latter involves the tantric things that have disappeared for more than 100 years, I am afraid that many secrets will be involved. After all, under normal circumstances, even if the cruelty of tantric methods is not tolerated by the imperial court, it should not be explicitly forbidden to be recorded in the history books.

However, the so-called weeds are inexhaustible, and there may be survivors in the tantra, and even more so, there are still secretly plotting something

According to what is written in the book, the corpse spell of Tantra is claimed to be able to change one's life against the sky, and even bring the dead back to life, beyond reincarnation without dying or dying. And at that time, there were many dignitaries who were addicted to it. It can be seen that its influence is profound, so can such a cult really be completely eradicated without leaving a legacy of trouble?

"Mingzhu, if you look for books written by the author that are similar to the notes in this book, whether it is anecdotes or miscellaneous stories, the more the better."

Although the printing technique has long been spread, there are still first-hand notes and miscellaneous conversations written by the author himself, and they are printed and sold in bookstores. Fortunately, in Xiao Qinglang's library of books, most of them are solitary books and handwritten notes, so it is very useful for them to find books from the same person.

If we can find more of this man's books, it is difficult to guarantee that his identity cannot be inferred from his manuscripts, and then his age cannot be determined. Then look up the relevant history books and barnyard official history, and you may not be able to get more useful information.

Xiao Mingzhu saw her sister Chu's contemplative appearance just now, and guessed that she must have found some clues, so she didn't ask much at this time, just nodded and got busy.

I don't know how long it took, until there were fewer and fewer books on the bookshelf in front of the two of them, Xu Chu rubbed his stiff and aching neck tiredly. Just when she reopened a book and wanted to get closer to the palace lamp, she suddenly found that in the windless library, the soft light of the palace lamp was actually a little shaky.

She suddenly looked up and saw a handsome man with a tall posture, carrying a palace lamp beside her to illuminate her. It seems that she has been here for a long time, but because she is immersed in looking for clues, she has not noticed that someone has arrived.

Xiao Qinglang looked at her deeply, with a smile in his eyes, but also a little distressed. Xu Chu involuntarily let out a sigh of relief, she found that she was now more and more accustomed to his breath, and she couldn't even raise the slightest vigilance against his appearance. It's like I don't know when it started, he has become his indispensable support and air, and when he is far away, he will worry, and when he gets close, the whole person can completely relax.

The light is bright and hazy, even deep in the dark room, it can also make each other feel at ease. This feeling is very strange, but it is not unfamiliar. After all, since the two of them have made friends, they have gone through hardships, and they feel fearless whenever they have each other by their side.

Just when the two of them were looking at each other in a trance, Xiao Mingzhu's voice suddenly came from behind Xu Chu, "Sister Chu, how do I think that the annotations on this "Erudite Journal" are so familiar, it seems to be the notes of the old man Hua." ”

When Xu Chu heard this, he hurriedly turned around and took the book handed over by Xiao Mingzhu, but saw that there were indeed a few lines of annotations on it, but compared with the free and easy handwriting on the previous books, the handwriting on this book was a standard fly-headed small letter, and the pen was strong, which was enough to be called everyone's traces.