||->-> Text, Chapter 4, Ten Thousand Years of Yin Virtue

With a plop, Ding Zhiming and his wife both knelt in front of Qiu Sanqiao: "Dao Chief, please show mercy and save my child!" ”

Qiu Sanqi pulled up Ding Zhiming and his wife, sighed and said: "This formation is extremely powerful, and it will move the whole body with one shot. The slightest carelessness will lead to a monstrous catastrophe, and the people in the entire village may not be able to escape the disaster ...... death. So this formation, I can't break the ......"

Ding Zhiming hesitated and said, "Then, then the whole village will move together, okay?" ”

"With such a large village and a population of more than 800, how easy is it to move together?"

Qiu Sanqian shook his head: "Everyone has lived here for generations, who wants to move away?" Besides, this formation is originally life and death depend on each other. Whether it is moving or moving graves, it will bring disaster to the whole village. ”

"That'...... Is there really no way to have the best of both worlds? If I really can't help it, I don't care if others live or die, I'll move! Ding Zhiming stared at the three old men of the Mu family angrily.

"Zhiming, please, don't move...... The three old guys of the Mu family were almost about to cry [Wan] [book] [bar] novel wanshuba.com, with a begging face.

"Even if you move, there is no guarantee that this child will be safe." Qiu Sanqiu knocked on the table, looked at Ding Zhiming and his wife, and said, "I have a way to get the best of both worlds, I don't know if you husband and wife want to." …… It is a miracle that this child can live to the age of seven, which shows that his life is extremely hard. Now if you want to keep him from dying, the only way to do this is to let me take him back to the mountains thousands of miles away and bring him under my Maoshan Taoist sect. After he completes his Taoism, he will do more good deeds, cultivate more yin virtues, or change his life against the sky. ”

"This ......" Ding Zhiming and his wife hesitated.

After all, it is his own flesh and blood, a seven-year-old child, how can parents bear to be separated like this?

Old Man Ding looked at his son and said, "Zhiming, just listen to the Taoist." This is the best, Ermiao's life can be saved, and the villagers in the village should not move. ”

Ding Zhiming was helpless, nodded ruthlessly, and his eyes were blurred with tears.

"May I ask the chief, after you take Ermiao away, will those ghosts last night ...... Trouble again? Mu Zhenhai asked cautiously.

"No, but after I take Er Miao away, the Ding family can't contact Er Miao in any way. Otherwise, it is easy to alarm the ghosts of the hundred ghosts carrying the coffin, which is very unfavorable to Ermiao. Qiu Sanqi stroked his beard and said: "When the Ermiao Dao is completed, and the great yin virtue is accumulated, he will come back to recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors." ”

Mu Cuizhen nodded, wiped her tears, stepped forward and said, "Dao Chief, can you let the child stay at home for a few more days?" ”

"No, I'll take the child back to the mountain."

"Then, are you learning the Tao in Maoshan?" Old Man Ding asked again.

Qiu Sanqiu shook his head: "Maoshan is too close, and the yin spirits in the Hundred Ghost Carrying Coffin Array will detect Ding Ermiao's existence." So, I'm going to take my kids farther afield. ”

At noon, when the sun was tight, Qiu Sanqi carried a small coffin and left the Mu Basin. The coffin was coated with chicken blood dansha and other Taoist things to overcome evil spirits. In the coffin, Ding Ermiao fell asleep.

Qiu Sanshan said that only in this way can the child be taken out safely.

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Twelve years later, on Qiyun Mountain in Xichuan, in a ruined Taoist temple, some strange ritual was being held.

An obscene old man stood in front of the incense desk with his hands on his back. There are incense sticks lit on the incense table, and three small bowls are upside down.

Opposite the Taoist, a slender young man stood solemnly, holding a cup of tea in his hand.

That person was Qiu Sanpoor back then, and the young man was the child who was dug up from the grave, Ding Ermiao.

Ding Ermiao has a slender figure and a jade tree in the wind, and his facial features are handsome and radiant, which is in stark contrast to the obscene Qiu Sanshan. Although Ding Ermiao is only nineteen years old, he still has a little childishness on his face, but his bright eyes are shining with a cunning light.

"Ermiao, you've been with me for twelve years." Qiu Sanqiang took the tea in Ding Ermiao's hand and took two sips before saying slowly.

"Master, it's eleven and a half years. Until this year's winter solstice, it has only been twelve years. There is still half a year to go......" Ding Ermiao interjected.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Qiu Sanyi glared at Er Miao and continued: "You have almost learned my skills. After offering tea today, you will officially become a registered disciple of my Maoshan Taoism. Choose one of the three small bowls in front of you. ”

Ding Ermiao bent down, looked at the small bowl buckled upside down on the incense table, knocked this with his hand, touched that, and then raised his head and asked, "Master, what are the things in these three bowls?" ”

Qiu Sanshan took a few more sips of tea, and said proudly: "There is nothing in the bowl, but there is a word at the bottom of the bowl ......." ”

"Words?" Ding Ermiao was very interested: "Master, why do you have to write in the bowl?" What exactly is the word? ”

"In the three bowls, each of them is written 'poor, young, lonely', you can choose one. You have to pick one. Qiu Sanqi twisted his beard and said: "This is the rule set by the ancestors, and it has been the case for generations. ”

"Then what do these three words ...... mean?" Ding Ermiao asked.

Qiu Sanqian nodded: "This word, known as the word of life, determines the fate of your life." 'Poor', poor and destitute with no money to spare, never have overnight money; 'Young', the day does not die young, and before the age of 30, he dies with a whimper, and the gods are difficult to save; 'Lonely', the wife and son of the sky are lonely stars, destined not to start a family, and lonely and miserable for a lifetime. ”

"Ah......?" Ding Ermiao shouted: "Master, you are too insidious, aren't you?" This isn't fun, so let's change the way we play. What if I choose a 'lonely', won't I kill you? ”

Qiu Sanqi grinned: "Master won't die, don't be long-winded, hurry up and choose a bowl!" ”

"Okay."

Ding Ermiao cried and mourned, muttering non-stop in his mouth, and after choosing for a long time, he turned over the bowl in the middle.

"Master, it's a good omen, it's actually the word 'Fu'!" Ding Ermiao looked down at the bottom of the bowl and was overjoyed.

"Is it a 'fu'?" Qiu San's face was full of black lines, and he casually opened the other two bowls. At the bottom of the two bowls, one says 'Lu' and the other says 'Shou'!

"You, you bastard...... Qiu San was impoverished, pointing at Ding Ermiao and scolding: "You must have known that you were going to choose a life word today, so you secretly changed my bowl." Me, I...... I'm hurt by your angry eggs! ”

Ding Ermiao sniffed and said seriously: "Master, I see that you don't have an egg pain, but a stomach ache." ”

"Uh......, how do you know?" There were a few more black lines on Qiu San's poor face.

"Because, I just put a little laxative in the tea I gave you......"

"Bastard ——!" Qiu Sanqiao didn't wait for Ding Ermiao to finish speaking, and had already pulled out his legs and ran towards the Danfang in the backyard. Behind his back, Ding Ermiao shrugged his shoulders.

Without much effort, Qiu Sanqiu walked over with a porcelain bottle in his hand, and poured the antidiarrheal water in the porcelain bottle into his mouth as he walked.

"Master, I forgot to tell you," Ding Ermiao took two steps forward, lowered his hand and said, "This bottle of antidiarrheal water has also been replaced by me with diarrhea medicine." ”

"Huh?" Qiu Sanpeng's face changed, he squatted down holding his stomach, and then pointed a finger at Ding Ermiao and scolded: "You white-eyed wolf who deceived your master and destroyed your ancestors, why do you treat your master like this?" ”

Ding Ermiao touched his chin: "Because I have long wanted to go down the mountain, but you have never agreed." I've been on the mountain for eleven and a half years, and I've never taken half a step out of the mountain, can I not be in a hurry? So, I had to let you squat in the hut for a few days before I could run away. ”

The expression on Qiu Sanpeng's face was extremely painful, the corners of his mouth twitched, he squatted on the ground and screamed a few times, and scolded: "You haven't gone down the mountain? You sneaked down the mountain last month and peeked at the widow and the woman taking a bath, and the widow and the woman told me! ”

"It's impossible, Master! I really didn't peek at the ruby bath. But...... The gold necklace around Hongyu's neck seemed to have something wrong, and it actually floated on the bath water. Ding Ermiao said indignantly:

"Widow Zhang ruined my reputation, and I can't let her go. I'll go down the mountain, and when I pass by her house, confront her clearly, and let her return my innocence! ”

"Stinky boy...... after going down the mountain, you must cultivate more yin virtues. After accumulating 10,000 years of yin virtue, you can return to your hometown to recognize your ancestors and return to your ancestors. Otherwise...... Otherwise, you will not die well. Qiu Sanpeng's expression was painful, but there was not much blame in his eyes, and his tone was very solemn.

This point, Qiu Sanqi said to the disciples many times. As long as Ding Ermiao approached within three hundred miles of his hometown, he would be attacked by the Hundred Ghost Carrying Array. And at present, the only way is to accumulate more yin virtue in order to avoid this difficulty.

To subdue a hundred-year-old evil ghost is to accumulate a hundred years of yin virtue; Spending more than a hundred years of wronged ghosts will also accumulate a hundred years of yin virtue. By analogy, if Ding Ermiao wants to save 10,000 years of Yin Virtue, he needs to recover a hundred hundred hundred years of evil ghosts, or exceed a hundred hundred years of unjust ghosts.

"Got it, got it!" Ding Ermiao waved his hand impatiently: "Master, you will definitely die well in the future." You are almost 90 years old, and you still help widows and women carry water, and you also give people massage all over your body, so ...... yin virtue. ”

"You know a!" Qiu San's poor old face flushed: "I'm trying to please Widow Zhang and the woman like this, isn't it so that people can make shoes and clothes for you?" The clothes you wear are all sewn by the widow and the woman......"