The red-clothed monk said that what the bloodthirsty demon pine was most afraid of was flames, and his favorite was also flames.

I immediately understood what he meant.

But all things in the world, those who like dryness will not like moisture, those who like cold will not like heat, and those who like the day will not wait for night.

If, according to common sense, the Bloodthirsty Demon Pine is afraid of flames, it will definitely not like flames. Therefore, I think that the flames mentioned by the red-clothed monk should be divided into two kinds, that is, yin fire and yang fire.

Yang fire is well understood, gasoline burning, cinnabar combustion, or some blood-led flames can be called yang fire. This kind of fire can drive away demons and evil spirits, cows, ghosts, snakes, gods and the like, all of which are as fearful as snakes and scorpions.

Yin Fire is a bit special, this thing also has a name called Ghost Fire, most of them are blue or green, and only appear in barren mountains, mounds, or some caves and underground that do not see the light of day.

The most common type of yin fire is phosphorus fire, and sometimes people rush to the night road, and they will see spotted ghost fire in the deep mountains and cemeteries, which is actually a type of yin fire.

Wherever the yin fire goes, there will be lonely souls and wild ghosts, so if it is not necessary, the living should try not to rush to the night road, even if they are to rush the night road, they must stay away from those deserted graves and hills.

The bloodthirsty demon pine is cold by nature, and what he hates the most is yang fire, and his favorite is yin fire. Although they are both flames, they are two completely different forms, one yin and one yang.

The method of the red-clothed monk is very simple, which is to set fire.

The people in the circle are particular about setting fires, whether they set fire to yin or yang, whether they burn their soul or body, these have to be taken into account.

The Bloodthirsty Demon Pine is most afraid of yang fire, and as long as the flames are together, the tiny fibrous roots scattered around it will shrink to resist the damage of the flames. But now that it's raining heavily, it's not easy to set fire.

I said, "What do you use to start a fire?"

The big monk in red clasped his hands at me and said, "In three minutes, there will be a fire in front of you, and then you can cross the valley and enter the tomb group to find the thousand-year-old female corpse."

After he said this, the big red monk's robe flicked, the muddy water on his body splashed in all directions, and then he walked towards the bloodthirsty demon pine without looking back.

As the red-clothed monk walked, he took out a copper bowl from his arms, and there was a thick layer of gold paint in the copper bowl, and with every step, a wisp of gold paint fell to the ground.

Those gold lacquers are in powder form, and it stands to reason that this thing is contaminated with rain and will definitely condense into a paste, but the gold lacquer used by the great monk seems to be not afraid of rain at all, even in the drizzling rain, it also maintains a powdery state.

I immediately understood that this bronze bowl and gold paint were probably made of the gold body of a Buddhist monk.

It is said that if a Buddhist monk does not decay after death, he will achieve a golden body. At that time, the body of the monk will be dark gold, which is the best magic weapon to ward off evil spirits.

However, there are too few cases in which Buddhist monks do not decay after their deaths, and they cannot be achieved unless they have great wisdom, great courage and great wisdom. Therefore, the gold lacquer of the bronze bowl of the red-clothed monk is immeasurable.

This master is definitely a bloody one.

The gold paint was sprinkled on the ground in a circle, and after a while, the great monk fell to the ground and bowed to the bloodthirsty demon pine. I don't know what he did, but after this bow, a faint golden flame began to burn along the gold paint on the ground.

This mountain of flames was bright yellow, looking warm, and there was a dark golden light flickering inside the flames. Together, the human skin immediately fluttered on the bloodthirsty demon pine that looked like a flagpole.

This human skin was formed after the death of the black and white people in Vietnam, and because of the black and white stripes on the body, it fluttered up, which made people feel particularly weird.

And at this time, with the Bloodthirsty Demon Pine as the center, countless black filaments rose up like black gas, and then contracted rapidly under the drive of the flames.

The voice of the red-clothed monk came from the front, saying, "Don't you want to leave?"

I didn't dare to waste time, so I jumped out and shouted, Master! Thank you for your kindness! If there is a chance to repay you in the future, I will repay you this favor!

Those golden flames became more and more vigorous, it was almost like igniting a gasoline depot, and under the rising flames, I couldn't even see the figure of the red-clothed monk.

I think since the red-clothed monk dared to set a fire, he probably wouldn't be burned to death, right? So after thanking him, he had already run wildly, and in an instant, he crossed the previous protection range of the Bloodthirsty Demon Pine.

The yin and yang compass in his hand rotated slightly, and then he looked up at the undulating mountains, and soon saw the tomb group that Lady Tie said.

This kind of tomb group is not an imperial tomb, nor is it a large tomb of princes and nobles. Imperial tombs and aristocratic mausoleums are the kind of mountain closure mausoleums, and it often takes years or even decades to build a mausoleum, and it must be closed with a broken dragon stone after the end.

Unless there is a professional tomb robber gang, ordinary people can't get in at all.

But this kind of burial group is different, it is more like an ancestral tomb of a primitive tribe, where someone dies and buries the body.

Over the years, more and more people are buried here, and there are various specifications, so such a group of tombs is formed.

From the moment I entered the valley, I saw several coffins scattered around. The shape of the coffin is very similar to that of the mainland, probably because it was stored in the open air, and it has long been eroded and mottled, and it is not known whether there are any corpses inside.

Naturally, the thousand-year-old female corpse would not be placed in the most marginal position, so I ignored the tattered coffins outside, and ran directly towards the center of the tomb group. As a result, I only ran a few steps when I noticed that countless shadows were running with me.

There are about a dozen of these figures, and I run and they run, and I stop, and they stop. And the longer it passed, the faint shadow gradually became darker, and I got closer and closer.

I knew that these shadows were the spirits of the tombs, which usually lurked in the coffins, and as soon as a living person came in, the spirits would be ready to move.

If it is an ordinary person, the geist will naturally be entangled after the body is solidified. But I'm not an ordinary person, I used the red rope in my left hand as a whip and flicked it directly in the air.

The sound of breaking through the air sounded, and those wandering spirits that had just been ghostly immediately fled in all directions, never daring to show their heads again.

The further you go, the more coffins there are, interspersed on both sides of the path, as if in a procession to welcome them. In the end, the coffins were even stacked on top of each other, and the number of dense ones was too many to count.

I look horrible, with so many coffins, how many people had to die in the first place to create this scale? If everyone jumps up from the coffin together, it is estimated that even if Colonel Di Ming comes, he will not be able to carry it, right?

Thinking in his head, but not slowing down at all. In this stall, whoever gets the Yin Yang Xuanyu first is considered to be the one who wins.

As a result, after only a few minutes of running, I saw a white shadow faintly lying in front of me.

Because the surrounding light was so dim, I couldn't see what the shadow was, but I felt that the thing was still shaking slightly.

I pulled out the tantric iron rod, took the flashlight from my waist, and approached quietly.

When I got closer, I realized that the white shadow was actually a person, and I seemed to know this person.

The mourners from Wushan are the group of people who are wearing white clothes and white pants, and even their faces are white.

There are mourners from ancient times to the present, and they were originally just mourning for the dead, or sending the old man on his last journey instead of filial piety.

But ghosts and gods cannot be deceived, and it is actually easy to offend those cautious ghosts and ghosts by crying and mourning. Because of this, those who mourn rarely die well.

Later, after the founding of the People's Republic of China, there was a very powerful old lady, this old lady lost her father at a young age, lost her husband in middle age, and lost her son in old age, which can be regarded as a fateful fate.

People say that this is because the old lady has been learning to cry and mourn with her mother since she was a child, so she cried to death her father when she was a child, cried to death her husband in middle age, and cried to death her son in her later years.

The old lady was resolute, and after burying her son, she packed her package and left her hometown to beg for food.

In those days, there were begging people everywhere, so an old lady in her fifties and sixties was not conspicuous at all. But this old lady not only begged for food, but also looked for people in every village who had cried for people.

When the old lady found the men, she whispered something. As a result, after listening to it, those people didn't know what was wrong with their brains, so they sold their family property and disappeared directly.

Most of the mourners are lonely, either a single person who can't marry a daughter-in-law, or a widow who cries to death her husband. These people are alone, they don't care, and many people don't pay attention after they leave.

Later, the old lady fled the famine in the surrounding provinces and cities for a year, and when she returned to her hometown in Wushan, there were already dozens of people waiting for her. These dozens of people are the professional mourners who the old lady shouted along the road.

After the old lady went back, she said to those people, we are crying and mourning, we are born with a bad fate, and it is a difficult thing to have relatives. That's why I called you over to form a big family, and everyone is a relative here.

Crying and mourning people are very hard, Kefu, Kefu, Ke wife. That's why the old lady can easily call them to Wushan. After all, after killing their relatives, everyone is unwilling to stay in that sad place.

Everyone has experienced the pain of losing a loved one, and when the old lady said this, it was all shocking. So this old lady who once escaped the famine turned into the founder of the Mourning Family.

Because everyone has the same fate, even if the people in the mourning family are not related by blood, they still love each other as if they were their own children. Until now, the old lady has long since passed away, but the mourning family she left behind has become a small genre among exorcists.

It's just that the mourning family has always had no quarrel with the world, why did they come to Daliang Mountain to wade through the troubled waters this time?