According to Dong Lao Xian'er and Zhenjianghe, the Wuzi Prayer Drum was an evil weapon, so none of them dared to think about it, and they also felt that the circulation of this thing was a scourge, so in the end they chose to find a place to bury it.

In the Changbai Mountain, there is a naturally formed cave directly below a cliff, and the Wuzi Prayer Drum was thrown into it, and the entrance was sealed by them with mud and sand, and they also used some means to set up a formation.

Not to mention finding it, it is difficult to find the right location, and it is difficult to dig it out.

The soil they had worked on was harder than cement, and sparks could be seen when they chiseled it down with a hoe.

"That piece of soil can't be broken through physical means, what is hidden in it is the earth's qi." Dong Lao Xian'er said, looked at Chen Rusheng, whose face gradually returned to calm, and his tone became relaxed: "With the earth qi as a reinforcing agent, if you want to break through that piece of soil, unless you use our tricks to vent the earth qi." ”

"Can an ordinary gentleman vent that piece of earth?" I asked.

Dong Lao Xian'er shook his head, and Zhenjianghe also said, no, that piece of earth is like a time bomb, if an ordinary gentleman dares to take the risk of venting the earth's qi, he will be the first to die.

"The earth qi connected into a cluster is a whole, if it is not well controlled, as long as a hole is broken, the earth qi inside will explode like a bomb, with a bang." Zhenjianghe said with a smile: "At that time, not only will the Mr. who broke the formation finish playing, but the Wuzi Prayer Drum buried in the ground will also be blown into pieces in an instant, we have seen that thing, just like ordinary magic weapons, no matter how strong its ability is, in the final analysis, it is still something made by mortals, and it can't withstand tossing." ”

"That's strange....... Song Butian muttered, his expression was very puzzled: "Since this magic weapon is hidden in the ground, and you have done so many protective measures, how did it come out?" ”

Hearing this question, Dong Lao Xian'er and Zhenjianghe were also confused, and said that they really couldn't analyze this matter, because there are few people in China who have the ability to break their formation, not to mention that the place is extremely remote, and there are no people in a radius of dozens of miles, and it is very difficult to find the exact point.

"The old sect can be ruled out first, if it is the formation they have broken, then the Wuzi Heavenly Prayer Drum should be in their hands, but in the current situation, it is obviously not." I sighed, "There is only one other possibility, either by chance, some other gentleman found this thing, or ........"

Speaking of this, I paused a little and asked tentatively, "I remember you said that the drum is almost complete, and it seems that you can practice on your own, right?" ”

As soon as I heard my cold question, Zhenjianghe and Dong Laoxian'er didn't think much about it, and said yes, yes, that thing is similar to injustice, even if it can't make a sound or move, holding it in his hand, he can feel an inexplicable vitality.

It's like he's come back to life.

"According to the shamanism and the Izuma family, everything in the world can become essence, whether dead or alive, there is a chance to attain Taoism and practice." I laughed and said, "Maybe that drum will be fine!" ”

"This ......" Zhen Jianghe frowned: "Even if it becomes a refinement, that bit of strength is not enough to break through the formation and see the light of day, after all, it takes a process for the dead to become an immortal, and we buried it until today, but it is only twenty years." ”

"Yes, just twenty years of practice, what can it do? Oh my God? Dong Lao Xian'er also laughed.

"Things that become refined are not necessarily powerful, but things that become refined have one thing in common." I whispered, "Consciousness, self-awareness." ”

Consciousness is the embodiment of a living being, whether it is a soul-like "living being" or a living living body that actually exists and is alive, there is self-awareness.

The same is true for things that become essences.

If the Wuzi Prayer Drum really becomes a spirit, then it is very likely that it has self-consciousness, and relies on self-consciousness to seek good fortune and avoid evil, or to say, to save itself from some special angle.

"That drum can be used to summon the immortals, and it can also be used to control the immortals, to put it mildly, the immortals it calls are basically equivalent to slaves, let them do whatever they want, I don't know how many times higher than you gentlemen." I laughed and said, "If it has consciousness and finds that it is in a worrying situation, then it will definitely think of many things, such as how to save itself and how to get out of this predicament." ”

At this time, the people present had already heard what I meant, and their expressions were a little incredulous, as if they all thought that this was my whimsical guess, and the authenticity was very low.

But I remember, very clearly, that the old man once told me a story.

Or rather, the real thing.

During the Republic of China, there was once a mute martial artist, relying on his high military strength, causing trouble everywhere, often inexplicably turning his face with others, and facing each other with swords at every turn.

In the past ten years of walking the rivers and lakes, he has caused a lot of troubles and made a lot of enemies.

In the end, he let the enemy besiege him, was pressed by the enemy family at the corner of the street, and chopped off his hands and feet in front of countless people, and only then did he speak.

That's right, a mute, spoke.

Before he died, he looked at his own horse chopping knife, laughed vigorously, and only shouted one sentence in his mouth.

Finally freed, finally liberated.

"What did he get rid of?" Chen Qiuyan asked curiously, squatting beside me, looking at me with his hands on his cheeks, his eyes were full of curiosity, as serious as when I listened to stories when I was a child: "Isn't he a dumb person?" How can you speak? ”

"That horse chopping knife is a weapon he got by accident, he never needs to sharpen it, and he can become extremely sharp inexplicably." I whispered: "Since he got the knife, his consciousness has been isolated, similar to the upper body of a ghost, his consciousness is awake, but he can't control his body, he can only keep slashing people and killing people......."

As I spoke, I lit the cigarette handed by Song Butian and repeated what the old man had said to me.

"But fortunately, his consciousness was only isolated at the beginning, and later, he was able to gradually control his body, but as long as he was emotionally unstable, the knife could take advantage of the weakness and seize control of his physical body." I smiled: "So, he didn't mean to cut people and kill people, it was made by that knife." ”

"I think I've heard this story before." Song Butian asked me in a low voice: "Is it the demon knife during the Republic of China?" I heard my grandfather say that the knife seems to have been handed down from ancient times, but after the man's death, the knife was lost. ”

"It's not lost, it's ....... Hey, I'll move on. ”

I smiled and shook my head, and said slowly: "There were many people present at the time, and when I heard the words of that mute martial artist, there were also many people who didn't believe it, especially his enemies, in order to humiliate him, they also deliberately picked up the horse chopping knife, and planned to use this thing to end him." ”

"The result?" Chen Qiuyan asked curiously.

"A lot of people died." I sighed: "The person who picked up the knife chopped off the head of the martial artist at the first time, and then he used the knife to chop indiscriminately, even if it was his own people, no one could stop him at that time, and the onlookers were basically hacked to death by him, even if he ran, he was also chasing and chopping, as if there was a great feud of life and death, and when the official family came to support, the person who got the horse chopping knife had disappeared, as if it had never appeared, disappeared without a trace, only half a minute before and after, and the person was gone!" ”

"Disappear into thin air??" Fang Shiliang's eyes widened: "This is a superpower!" ”

"It's not that he disappeared out of thin air, anyway, no one knows how he disappeared, and later my grandfather also analyzed that the turtle son ran fast, and he should have run away while no one was paying attention." I laughed and said, "For the next ten years, that person never appeared until my grandfather met him in the mountains, when he was already white bones, and the horse chopping knife was next to him." ”

Hearing this, Song Butian hurriedly asked me, and seemed to be quite curious about this knife: "Is the horse chopping knife in your Shen family?" ”

"It's not." I shook my head and said truthfully: "My grandfather was not greedy when he met that knife, and decided to destroy it at the first time, and in the end it made my grandfather smash it into several pieces, and it was melted into iron balls by the blacksmith, scattered and thrown in all directions, leaving no scrap left." ”

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