The Seven Evil Coffins of Yin and Yang are exactly a kind of evil spell recorded in the 'Corpse Table', but unfortunately, this evil method is only recorded in the book, but it does not mention the method of cracking it.

Hearing the words of Daoist Yunmeng, I couldn't help but gasp. Even his ancestor Zhuge Liang didn't record the Yin and Yang Seven Evil Cracking Method, so who else in this world can break this evil method?

I was disappointed, and I felt a strong sense of fear. Thinking that Shi Mengya was about to die, I felt a heart-wrenching pain in my heart.

It took a long time for me to recall what the ghost who pretended to be the corpse of the Cloud Dream Dao Leader had said. Didn't he say that as long as the seven cursed people on the Yin and Yang Seven Evil Coffins were saved, the cursed party would be safe? Even if most people die, as long as one person is spared, the caster will still have a chance to be saved.

Since the ghost fakes all know this, wouldn't the real Yunmeng Dao Master in front of him know more secrets?

I opened my mouth full of hope to ask for it, but who knew that Yunmeng Dao Chang sighed and said, "Ling Sen, if you ask me, who can I ask?" It is said that after the ancestor wrote this book, he wanted to leave it to the world, but he was worried that the people's hearts were sinister, and if the book fell into the hands of the gangsters, the consequences would be really unimaginable. ”

Therefore, Master Zu thought about it again and again, but he still didn't leave this book behind. This matter is only known to the masters of Zhushan Temple, but the ancestors of the past generations have never seen this book, but they have only passed it on by word of mouth and learned about the fur in this book. ”

Daoist Yunmeng was still sighing, but I was secretly happy when I heard this. Since he hadn't seen this 'corpse table', why did he say that it didn't record the method of cracking the Yin and Yang Seven Evil Coffins?

What's even better is that this book accidentally fell into my hands, if I learn the method in the book, wouldn't I have obtained the true biography of Zhuge Liang, and I still have to worry about those chilling ghosts?

Fortunately, I wasn't too impulsive just now, and took out the 'corpse table'. Since no one in Zhushanguan knows the whereabouts of this book, since it has appeared, it is still just as if it has never appeared, and since then it has changed its surname to Ling.

However, I also know very well in my heart that even if I get a book like this, I have to rely on talent and time to refer to it well, and it is not something that can be mastered at once.

Daoist Yunmeng learned that his apprentice was in a very dangerous situation now, although he hated this apprentice for breaking the rules and was very angry, but after all, he had raised Daoist Wuxin for so many years, and his mentor's kindness and affection still made him very concerned about the safety of Daoist Wuxin.

He thought for a while, and said to me solemnly: "Ling Sen, I beg you something, you have to promise me no matter what." ”

I frowned and said, "Daoist Yunmeng, do you ask for something like this?" Listen to your tone, I still have room not to agree? Say, what do you ask of me! ”

He smiled awkwardly and said slowly: "This matter is not only related to my apprentice's life, but also involves the safety of your sweetheart, so Lao Dao thinks you must agree." ”

"Ling Sen, I don't know where my apprentice has gone now, so I'll ask you to go and run for this matter. You have to find him before dark, explain to him, and bring him back to the view. I stayed in the temple and opened the altar to practice, hoping to save his life. ”

What Daoist Yunmeng said is reasonable, although he and I are not sure in our hearts, but now apart from this method, do we have a choice? So, without thinking, I agreed in one bite.

Saying goodbye to Yunmeng Daoist, I drove straight to the county seat. Along the way, I prayed in secret that God would let me find the Heartless Path.

Seriously, I dare to agree to Daoist Yunmeng so readily, and I am still a little sure in my heart. I think it's possible that Daoist Yunmeng is still in that small hotel yesterday.

The small hotel is on the edge of the county, it is the only way for Zhushan to enter the city, for the sake of convenience, it should be the place where the chief of the Wuxin Dao and Xiaomei often tryst.

The car was bumpy, and when I was less than a quarter of an hour away from the small hotel, a man suddenly broke out on the mountain road and blocked my way.

I quickly braked and cursed casually, anyway, through the window glass, the guy couldn't hear it, and it wouldn't cause me any other trouble.

Unexpectedly, the man not only did not get out of the way, but quickly walked to my car and knocked on the window. Is it another one who wants me to give me a ride?

I immediately dismissed the idea because I saw a car repair shop on the side of the road, and there were two taxis parked in front of the shop.

I rolled down the window and asked him suspiciously what was going on with me. The man didn't say a word, and handed over a small photograph. I took the photo and looked at it suspiciously, and I couldn't help but be shocked.

I really didn't expect that this photo turned out to be the Big Dipper, and it was not a natural landscape, as if it was remade after drawing it on paper with a pen.

Could it be that this is the will of God, when I am anxious and helpless, there is really a master who has calculated this matter and came to guide me?

I couldn't help but be in awe of the man in front of me, who was not good-looking, and even had dirt on his hands. This may be due to the influence of reading too many martial arts books, and I always feel that the top masters are either nine-fingered beggars or look old, weak, sick and disabled.

The man seemed to be silent, and did not answer my greeting directly, but said lightly: "Boss, are you interested in this Big Dipper?" ”

Damn, this tall person is tall, and he speaks like this dick. I quickly pulled over to the side of the road, and as soon as I turned off the engine, I shouted to the man that I was interested.

The man smiled, pointed to the repair shop, and said to me, "Boss, please come with me, let's talk inside." ”

He whispered a few words to another standing man, then led me to the repair shop. Just then, a small car drove past me at high speed, and the dust kicked up made me choke on a few dry mouthfuls.

After driving for a few years, I have developed a bad habit, that is, when I encounter an unexpected situation on the road, I will always scold a few words intentionally or unintentionally.

"Blind? If you drive so fast on this kind of mountain road, you will have to die sooner or later! As soon as I cursed at the car that had gone away, the man who had greeted me immediately came up and patted me on the shoulder and handed me a cigarette.

I said embarrassedly: "Brother, I'm sorry, this guy is too unqualified to drive, I couldn't help swearing for a while." ”

The man didn't say a word, just smiled and turned around and walked towards the store. I knew that he was going to tell me about the Seven Evils of Yin and Yang, so I didn't dare to slack off, and quickly followed him into the dirty-looking little repair shop.

He poured me a cup of tea, and I glanced at a few traces of inferior tea leaves floating on the water, how could I have the heart to drink it? I humbly asked him about the Big Dipper, but the man looked at me with a strange expression and said nothing.

This book was first published in Reading Rim