The thing seemed to be easy to break, and Lu Shengcai held it and didn't dare to move.

I immediately leaned over with the ghost candle and shone it in the light of the fire, only to realize that what he was holding was a dilapidated old book.

It is estimated that the light was too dim just now, and Lu Shengcai thought that the thing in his hand was a valuable antique, so he was so careful, but now seeing that the thing in his hand was a worthless book, Lu Shengcai wanted to throw it away.

As soon as his arm shook, Yunshang and I quickly took action, one grabbed his wrist, and the other held his elbow, so that he didn't throw things out.

Lu Shengcai looked confused: "What are you doing?" ”

I handed the ghost candle to Yunsheng, carefully took the book in Lu Shengcai's hand, and waited until I held the things firmly before replying: "You really threw it away?" ”

"Why don't you throw it away? It's not a valuable thing. ”

"Why is your head full of money, and you have lost your money? This book must be something very important, or it wouldn't have been here. ”

As I spoke, I gently opened the cover of the book, no wonder Lu Shengcai was so careful just now, this book is not known how many years it has, it is really fragile to the extreme, my movements are light enough, but when the cover is opened, there is still a very broken sound, as if it is going to break at any time.

After all, the cover is made of thicker straw paper, and the pages inside are more fragile and can be broken almost with a slight shake.

The beginning of the book is a very long family tree, the ancestor of the family has no name, and the place where the name should be written is only the word "Qingshan", but behind these two words, a huge red cross is drawn, I don't know what it means.

Looking further down, the normal name appeared, on this genealogy, but all the people who are related by blood are all surnamed Bai, and the people with foreign surnames are either daughters-in-law who have married far away, or sons-in-law who have come over, and every person with a foreign surname is followed by their place of origin.

It seems that this is the genealogy left by the original villagers of Baiyizhuang, I turned directly to the last page, and found that the last generation of villagers were born thirty or forty years ago, but these people have not yet waited for marriage, and the genealogy is broken.

The genealogy is followed by dozens of pages of white paper, and then turned back to the annals of Zhuangzi, which records every major event from the establishment of Baiyizhuang to more than 30 years ago.

Most of the contents recorded in the annals are very general, and I also read them for a long time before I sorted out a general context of the history of Zhuangzi.

This Zhuangzi was indeed called "Yizhuang" in the early years, and the ancestor of the opening of the village, that is, the "Qingshan" mentioned earlier, said in the annals, he was originally a wandering Taoist, passing through here, found that this area of mountains and rivers is beautiful, but evil things are born, so it took three years to suppress the hundred evils, and settled here.

As for such a wandering Taoist, why did he suddenly remember to settle down, there is no record in the annals, but it is said that the Qingshan Daoist people took in a lot of orphans during their idle life, and later these children grew up and settled here, and then later, the neighboring states and counties were famine, and many refugees who fled the famine found this wonderful place and chose to settle down here, so the village was expanded, forming a large Zhuangzi with a population of more than 1,000.

During that time, most of the residents of Yizhuang followed the Qingshan Dao people to practice Taoism, and after a long time, this place became a small sect isolated from the world, but the Qingshan Dao people did not want to open a sect and build a sect, so everyone changed their surnames uniformly, and they could not be a sect, at least they could be a clan gate.

And the previous genealogy was also continued after the Zhuang people changed their surnames.

Qingshan Dao people lived until he was 100 years old before he died, he accumulated virtue and did good deeds all his life, but he never thought that after his death, he turned into a ghost, possessed the old widow in the village, and planned to forcibly return the yang, the old widow was affected by his resentment, and that night he turned into a green-faced Rakshasa who sucked the essence and blood of the living.

Fortunately, the people in Zhuangzi have been practicing Taoism for a long time, but they are not afraid of her, everyone worked together, and it took half a month to finally suppress it in a swamp near the back mountain, and take the mountain stone to build a temple, and put a town in the temple to ensure that the blue-faced Rakshasa will never come out.

Next, Yizhuang experienced hundreds of years of calm, and Zhuangzi became more and more prosperous, but the inheritance left by the Qingshan Dao people in the early years was also wiped out in the long peaceful years.

But just thirty years ago, the feng shui pattern in the Yizhuang area suddenly changed greatly, and the reason why the first generation of Zhuang people were able to suppress the green-faced Rakshasa was not only due to their fine channel method, but also because the seven-star Feng Shui Bureau of this generation could suppress evil spirits, and the Feng Shui Bureau suddenly changed greatly, and the Rakshasa under the swamp was afraid that it would not be able to suppress it.

On the last page, there is a scribbled handwriting written in ballpoint pen: "There is a fog outside the village, and we will not go out." Behind this line of handwriting, there was a pool of dark stains, and the firelight was a little dim, so that it was impossible to tell whether it was ink or blood.

I really don't dare to think about where the villagers who were trapped by the fog ended up.

In fact, even if you don't think about it, you can guess their ending, didn't Yunshang also say that those crops in the fields are probably cultivated with carrion......

I closed the cover of the book again, and I heard Yunshang wonder: "Good Taoist priest, how did he become a powerful ghost in the end, I really can't figure it out." ”

There is nowhere to verify those old things, and what I am worried about is now: "The black god in Wang Chuan's mouth must be the blue-faced rakshasa pressed in the swamp, and their human souls may also be pressed under the swamp." ”

Yun Sheng nodded and said, "It's not wrong, their human souls are in the swamp, when we walked around the swamp just now, I still felt Wang Chuan's breath." ”

I couldn't help but be surprised: "Wang Chuan's breath? ”

"Yes, there are a lot of people's breath in the swamp, but his breath is particularly strong."

In the past two days, Wang Chuan's state is indeed not normal, he used to be always full of energy all day long, but recently he looks a little muddy, once he fell asleep while practicing, and I heard him whispering in a dream.

It is said that Wang Chuan's human soul has long been hollowed out, and whether he is sober or not, he can't speak.

I don't know what will happen next, but I can vaguely feel that Wang Chuan is afraid that a big disaster is coming.

No, you have to go out and find my master quickly.

Thinking of this, I immediately put the book away and beckoned Lu Shengcai and Yunshang to leave.

Leaving the ancient temple, we followed the path to the Black Swamp, the air was filled with oil and gas, and I had extinguished the candle flame early in the morning, and now I was clinging to the giant tree, and I struggled to get into the crack of the tree.

Yunsheng's body was light, and he had already run to the front, and Lu Shengcai and I could only help each other to move outside the crack in the tree.

Wow –

Halfway through, there was a sudden noise in the direction of the Black Swamp.

I hurriedly stretched out my hand, grabbed Lu Shengcai's clothes, and told him to stop.

Lu Shengcai was caught between the two trees in his chest and back, and he turned his head to look at me with difficulty, he first glanced at me, and then let his gaze pass me and cast his eyes on the side of the black swamp.

The sunlight passed through the little gap between the canopies and sprinkled unevenly on Lu Shengcai's face, and I couldn't see his specific expression, only that his whole face was frozen now.