The big turtle hurriedly shrank its head and feet, and spoke in the turtle shell, saying that it was originally a stubborn big stone that could not understand the world, but it was picked out of the deep mountains and carved into a camel stone tablet by craftsmen, and it was sent to this White Deer Palace. It carries a huge and heavy stone tablet all day long, although it is said to be a symbol of auspiciousness and longevity, for people to worship, the scenery is infinite, but in fact it is like Mount Tai pressing the top, and the pain is unbearable.

It remotely senses the essence of the sun and the moon, and is affected by the morning wind and twilight rain, and is more popular with some people who do not know how to avoid taboos. The liquid fell on it, and as a result, he accidentally cultivated into a goblin.

The big turtle begged Ji Xuanjing to spare it, and promised that if Ji Xuanjing helped knock down the stone tablet on its back, he would pass him a strange book. This book is the secret book of Mr. Jiuhou of the Nine Old Immortal Mansions, which records the profound spells of overwhelming mountains and seas, scattering beans into soldiers, and turning into thousands of people.

Ji Xuanjing saw that the stone tablet was towering and the weight was indeed heavy, so he couldn't help but feel a little pity, so he poured dozens of lamp oil on the turtle's back.

The bottom of the stele was lubricated, and it was finally pushed down by Ji Xuanjing. The big turtle gave him a book as promised.

After Ji Xuanjing got the book of the stone turtle, he left the White Deer Palace without waiting for the head to drive him away, and secretly entered the deep mountains to cultivate alone.

What kind of spirit the wooden villain will become, he doesn't know. But he knew that he had entered the magic barrier of the wooden villain, and he couldn't extricate himself. He didn't want to extricate himself, because although he gained very little, almost nothing, once he got it, it would be more painful to lose it than if he never got it. He understood a truth, some people go further and further in a direction that the world does not understand, not because they are driven by motivation, but because they have no way out.

But the process of the wooden villain's cultivation to perfection was interrupted. Finally, a girl stands up and reveals her unspeakable secret, vowing to find out the real culprit.

Dorjee is not afraid of her, the person in the village is his father, and his father knows and least knows his character. So he decided that his father would never think it was him, and he wouldn't even think about it.

But he didn't expect his father to blame Abba Xu for the problem.

When Abba Xu got involved, Dorjee's self-confidence didn't last four days.

The women all said that the thing of the infiltrator was firm and dry, and it turned out to be the reason for the wooden villain of Dorjee.

The matter was clarified, but Abba Xu could not help but tell the village chief the truth and make it public.

There was an uproar.

Hardly anyone thought that the person who would do such an unbearable thing was Dorjee. Even the woman who had been molested pulled Abba Xu's sleeve and asked him if he had made a mistake, and only believed it when he heard Dorjee admit it himself.

After doing this kind of thing, Dorjee naturally couldn't stay in the radish village. He was expelled by his father, who warned him that he would never return to the stockade. Naturally, that beautiful marriage contract was dissolved.

And that shell sachet became an evil thing that everyone in the stockade feared. The village chief wanted to give it to Abba Xu, but with the experience of the past, he was worried that others would secretly follow Abba Xu and bring it back to the village. Although the shell sachet is an evil thing that everyone fears, it is also a treasure that every man desires.

After some consideration, the village chief handed over the shell sachet to his grandfather.

Daddy was surprised and asked, "Why did you give me such an important thing?" ”

The village chief asked, "You are not a local, and I know you will leave here soon." I beg you to take it away from my stockade, take it as far away from here as possible, and never let it come back! Where you feel far enough, you throw it away, or keep it. ”

Grandpa had no choice but to accept the shell sachet. Later, Grandpa didn't throw it away. Grandpa was also worried that people with ulterior motives would follow him and take this evil thing away to harm others, so he kept it by his side.

Everyone in our family knew that Grandpa had such a thing, and he once showed its fragrance in front of everyone, but when it leaked a little bit of it, he put it away. A small amount of fragrance does not make people feel confused. But he never took it out when he had children, so I never had the pleasure of smelling the scent of a shell sachet.

The people who have smelled it in the thrush village have different opinions, some say it looks like August osmanthus incense, some say it looks like pure sandalwood incense, and some say it looks like a woman's body fragrance. The same fragrance is different for everyone.

Good things are always coveted.

After the news spread that Daddy had a shell sachet that could tempt a woman, thieves came to steal it. There were no less than ten serious incidents of theft, large and small, when the thief dug a hole in the grandfather's bedroom, got into the house through the hole, and turned everything out of it, even a stitch and a thread, but he did not find a shell sachet smaller than a fist.

Daddy wanted to guard against thieves, but he didn't.

Grandpa asked him why he wasn't on guard.

Grandpa said that if they can't steal it all over, they will die, otherwise they will be unbearable in the future. He deliberately let them steal it, in order to make them die.

No one knew where Daddy hid it, but Daddy could take it out and show it to everyone.

After my grandfather died, my grandfather paid attention to looking for the shell sachet, but he didn't find it. None of the other people who came to the funeral to help with the funeral, but in fact wanted to get it by chance, didn't succeed. It seems that the shell sachet has evaporated from the world with the death of my grandfather.

Not to mention how greedy ordinary people are for the shell sachet, even Abba Xu of Radish Village is inevitably excited. He thinks that most of the credit for Dorjee's affairs has been revealed to the world, so the shell sachet should be given to him. He didn't want to use the shell sachet to confuse the girl of the good family, he felt that he should be rewarded accordingly for what he did, the village chief did not give him chickens or sheep, but he could give him the shell sachet, and he could sell it to other people in the village, so that he could earn a considerable fee.

Grandpa knew that Abba Xu had a little Jiujiu in his heart, but he didn't blame him for this. After all, when he caught the weak king, he used a lot of supernatural powers. Usually a small fight requires a live chicken and other incense to repay the worship of the spirit, but this time he must have to pay more.

I once asked my grandfather about the worship of ghosts, why do people burn paper money for ghosts every Halloween, Qingming, or other special times? When I was a child, people used to make paper money out of yellow straw paper, which was very rough on top of each other, and before it was burned, they would use something like a stamp to make a circle and a dot on the straw paper. My grandfather said that the circle made by the stamp represents the circle of the copper coin, and the dot inside represents the hole in the middle of the copper coin.

The ancients mostly used copper coins, so it makes sense to burn straw paper. But when I grew up, all kinds of paper money came out. Many of them are printed directly into banknotes, but the amount is frighteningly large, with many zeros at the back. Many people joke that if this money can really circulate in the underworld, then the underworld will definitely be inflationary.

I also asked my grandfather about other people's jokes. At that time, my grandfather was no longer there, and the only person I could ask about was my grandfather.

Grandpa smiled and said that worshipping ghosts is not as simple as burning paper money. The spirits don't want your paper money, but the devotion you offer. The Buddha in the temple became a Buddha by relying on everyone's incense, and the more people were in awe and worship, the more the majesty of the Buddha was revealed. Ghosts cannot accept the kind of incense in Buddhist temples, so they can only be used as a means of scare or frightening to win people's worship and bowing. But in a big way, both Buddhas and ghosts depend on the human heart to survive. They don't need much money or a lot of money, they want your heart. Therefore, those who talk about the question of whether paper money can be used or not, and whether paper money will be inflationary in the underworld, are people who do not understand the basic principles of ghosts and Buddhas.

Within a certain range, the more natural offerings there are, the more religious the people are, but when they reach an unrealistic level, they are just trying to comfort themselves and make themselves feel that they have given a lot. Without a truly pious offering, no amount of paper money burned is useless.

After Dorjee's affair passed, Grandpa wanted to urge Abba Xu to capture the weak king again.

But a few days later, an unexpected incident happened, which made Grandpa's plan to deal with the weak king come to naught.

A few days later, Abba Xu carried the clay pot to Munigou as usual, but never returned.

This has never been something before.

The village chief and his grandfather led people to search everywhere, and finally found Abba Xu's body on a remote mountain road not far from Zhuzhu Lake. The coat was stripped away. The corpse was sprinkled with a layer of feces and urine, and the urine smelled stinking and extremely unpleasant. Abba Xu's horror before he died was fixed on his face, and he did not blink a blind eye.

Abba Xu's sudden death caused a huge panic in the Radish Village.

The most panicked is the village chief of Radish Village, Dorjee's father. He thinks it was Dorjee who managed to kill Abba Xu. Because Abba Xu exposed the scandal of Dorjee, he was discredited and had to leave the village. Dorjee is also familiar with Abba Xu's whereabouts, and it is easy to start. Most of the people in the village also think that Dorjee did it.

Daddy thinks there are other reasons. It's a pity that my grandfather didn't go to Munigou with Abba Xu that day, he repaired the official hat of the Ming Dynasty in the house, and he was still worried about the affairs of the weak king, and he didn't see the whole process with his own eyes, so it was not good to express his opinion.

In a fit of rage, Dorjee's father reported to the local government, hoping that the local government would help arrest the person who killed Abba Xu. At that time, most people were reluctant to go to court, and there were religious or family "courts" in every place that were outside the law, and they were not forced to go to the public.

If Dorjee is still in the village, he will naturally be arrested and beaten and questioned. But now that Dorjee has left the village, no one knows where he went, and Dorjee's father had no choice but to sue the official.

The people of the public family went to the scene to investigate, investigated again, and actually caught a beggar and said that the beggar was the murderer of Abba Xu.

Dorjee's father didn't believe it, thinking that the public was incompetent, so he casually arrested an insignificant person to close the case and perfunctory the people. He brought the beggar out of the prison and questioned him personally. He believed that the beggar was tortured by the public to extract a confession and tortured into a confession.

Unexpectedly, after seeing Dorjee's father, the beggar explained the process of how he killed Abba Xu in a straightforward and meticulous manner.