Zhang Zi understood us and said disdainfully: "What are you guys talking nonsense?" This hairpin, when my master handed it to me, looked really exquisite, and the hairpin body was milky white. ”

My heart shook suddenly, Zhang Ziming's statement confirmed the words of the dead dog from the side, this hairpin is indeed not an ordinary thing, and it is very likely to be made of ivory.

In ancient times, what kind of people would use ivory products? It's either the palace or the eunuch's house. Daoist Yunmeng is a monk, how could he have such a hairpin? Could it be that he, like the dead dog, is also a grave robber? But my intuition tells me that although Daoist Yunmeng is mysterious, his immortal wind bones, I don't believe that he will be a tomb robber when he is killed.

Just as I was thinking nonsense, Zhang Ziming opened his mouth again. He glanced at us a few times and said dissatisfiedly, "I didn't lie to you, it's true. My master said that this hairpin has psychic powers, and it was obtained by chance. ”

I pondered for a while and said, "Zhang Ziming, how did this hairpin become like this?" ”

Zhang Ziming suddenly rolled up his sleeves, revealing scars of different shades. I asked in surprise, "Zhang Ziming, what's wrong with your arm?" Do these injuries have anything to do with hairpins? ”

Zhang Ziming let out a 'hmm' affectionately, sighed and said slowly: "Ling Sen, I just told you that the feng shui of this Xiling Village is really dangerous. My master instructed me that if I want to live my mother's soul reincarnation, I must first break the feng shui of this Xiling Village. However, my master and his old man don't have the ability to solve it, let alone me. ”

I was surprised: "Your master Yunmeng Dao is so powerful, he can't do it?" Could it be that he gave you this hairpin to break the feng shui here through this hairpin? ”

He nodded and said, "Yes, that's what my master said, and he emphasized that only people with the bloodline of Xiling Village can break this feng shui, otherwise no matter how deep the Tao is, it will be useless." ”

I said 'oh', thinking that what he said might be the truth, because I had heard my grandfather say many times that the bell still needs to be tied to the bell, and there are many things that outsiders can't do.

Zhang Ziming pointed to the scars on his hands and said: "The master said that to break this feng shui, you must use poison to make poison, so he asked me to practice this hairpin first to develop a very strong yin poisonous qi, maybe I can have a chance to break the feng shui here." ”

Shi Mengya said curiously: "Zhang Ziming, you have been talking about the boss for a long time, but you haven't talked about how this hairpin became like this." ”

Zhang Ziming looked around nervously, lowered his voice and said, "Miss Shi, didn't you see the scars on my hands?" To practice this hairpin, I have suffered a lot. In addition to making a fire with pine branches and smoking it with smoke every day, every seven hundred and forty-nine days, I had to cut a knife on my arm and drip blood on it to sacrifice it. ”

Shi Mengya said in surprise: "So cruel? It's scary to think about. Hey, no wonder you said it used to be milky white all over the body, and now it's like this. ”

I frowned, thinking in my heart, Daoist Yunmeng has an unfathomable Dao method, why did the method he taught Zhang Ziming have a bit of an evil method?

Seeing that I was silent, Zhang Ziming whispered to me with a sincere and fearful face: "Ling Sen, you may look down on me, but please show compassion for my mother's sake, and do me this great favor!" ”

I asked him puzzled, "Zhang Ziming, what do you mean by this?" Your mother's soul, I have helped her out of this pool. You also have this hairpin that can break the feng shui of Xiling Village, what else do you ask me for? ”

Zhang Ziming said cautiously: "Ling Sen, my master said that after I have practiced this hairpin, I must absorb the resentment of many lonely souls and wild ghosts in order to have the spiritual power to break the feng shui here." You are a Taoist priest and have yin and yang eyes, then you are my nobleman, and being with you will definitely make this hairpin suck the resentment of ghosts. ”

Seeing that I didn't answer, this guy kept pestering me in a rambling manner, and Shi Mengya and Su Xue, who were so soft-hearted, couldn't help it, and also helped Zhang Ziming beg me to promise him.

The two beauties spoke, do I have any reason to refuse? I was hesitating, and suddenly thought of the big thing I was going to do, and I couldn't help but have a flash of inspiration, and immediately agreed to Zhang Ziming's request.

Zhang Ziming was overjoyed and kept saying words of thanks. I'm also excited, but I won't say what I really think, in front of him, I have to put myself on the score, so that I can be the boss of this team in the future.

It was the name of the hairpin that Zhang Ziming mentioned that inspired me! Broken coffin hairpin! Since it can break the coffin, is it that I also borrowed it to break the princess's mausoleum?

It was for this reason that I agreed to Zhang Ziming's request. While several people were talking happily, I casually asked Zhang Ziming: "Zhang Ziming, is it a bit of a waste for you to practice this hairpin with the smoked blood dripping method, and you want to use it to absorb the resentment of ghosts?" ”

Zhang Ziming looked at me in bewilderment. The dead dog understood it, and quickly picked up my words, complaining to Zhang Ziming: "Zhang Ziming, do you know how valuable this hairpin is?" Your master is really blind, just find something for you to practice breaking coffin nails, broken coffin sticks or something, but let you practice breaking the coffin hairpin, and ruined such a good hairpin in vain. ”

Zhang Ziming suddenly realized what I meant. He said solemnly: "Ling Sen, my master and his old man are masters outside the world, how can they care about such things outside the body?" He gave me this hairpin because it has a powerful aura and cannot be practiced with other things. ”

I asked, "Zhang Ziming, since this hairpin itself has powerful spiritual power, why did your master teach you this strange method of smoking this hairpin with blood drops?" ”

Zhang Ziming suddenly showed a smug smile and said proudly: "This is my master's cleverness!" He saw the righteousness on this hairpin, and asked me to smoke it with blood drops, which was to temporarily block the righteousness on it. ”

I was surprised and said, "There is a strong righteousness on the hairpin? Then why did your master ask you to seal him in this way? And ......"

I paused, because I didn't believe that Zhang Ziming's blood could cover the psychic power on the hairpin. Zhang Ziming stared at me for a while, as if he understood my intentions, he suddenly blushed, and said softly: "Ling Sen, I'm still a child." And for these seven years, every seven seven days and forty-nine days, I sacrificed it with blood. It wasn't until last week that I was fully trained, otherwise wouldn't I have come here earlier? ”

This book originated from reading books