82_82884Wu Gongyao was young and vigorous at that time, and it was when he was thriving, and the people on both sides talked about the ownership of a wharf on the Yitong River. At the wine table, Lao Wu was a little drunk, and he had to see what Sha Wentian looked like, so he reached out and pulled his hat.

The two of them fought together through the spirit of wine, everyone, what do you think, what kind of good Wu Gongyao is? That is a proud disciple of the Yin Yang Xuandao! Yin Yang Xuandao has taught him all his life, not to mention what kind of Red God Sect leader he is, even the personal guards around the last emperor Pu Yi at that time want to fight with Wu Gongyao for more than three rounds.

But this sand is amazing, and Wu Gongyao is entangled in the two of them compared to internal strength, fists and palms are staggered together, and they have fought for dozens of rounds without winning or losing, and Wu Gongyao was stunned, thinking, ouch, this guy is really a little capable.

Wu Gongyao wanted to lift his hat to see his true face, but he couldn't touch the edge of his hat until the sweat on the top of his head was sweating.

His daughter-in-law, Mo Xiaoqi, was smart, and hurriedly pulled the two apart, using the excuse that her husband was drunk and offended, and invited the sand sect leader Haihan.

Although this matter is over, it has spread in the rivers and lakes, and through Wu Gongyao's name, it has given Sha Wentian a lot of fame, and the rumor is becoming more and more evil.

"Is it really that powerful?" asked Wushuang.

"Well, Sha Wentian did have two hits, and I was also at the wine table that time, if I was asked to fight him, I'm afraid your third grandfather would not be his opponent. Ma Fuxiang sighed to himself.

"What happened later? How did this Cardinal Cult disappear?" asked Wushuang.

"Don't worry, sir, listen to me slowly. ”

He heard that the crooked old mother under the Freedom Bridge was planted by Sha Wentian himself, and he had already seen that there was a steady stream of vitality hidden in the ground here, so he ordered his subordinates to plant this old locust tree for him here, and told the people of Sùmen that if they died, they would bury it under the tree.

Everyone thought that the sect leader was confused and didn't take it seriously, but Sha Wentian said that he had really died in less than a month, and he died very strangely, without any signs or any external injuries. It is rumored that it was because he and Wu Gongyao were fighting at the wine table and died of Yan Zhanng's internal injuries, but Wu Gongyao didn't believe this, and he knew very well whether he had hurt himself.

His funeral was very grand, and people from the rivers and lakes came to mourn with face, including Wu Gongyao and Zhang Zuolin.

"Master, did he cheat to death? I asked a few brothers to dig it out at night and take a look?" asked Ma Sihai, Wu Gongyao's eldest apprentice, at the funeral.

Wu Gongyao sniffed, smelling a strange smell under Sha Wentian's tomb, he frowned, and said to his disciples: "In the future, none of you will pursue this matter again, and you must not investigate Sha Wentian privately, his tomb is a bit evil, let's not get involved in stealing the door, understand?"

Ma Sihai wanted to ask, but since the master said it, it was not good to ask any more, so he had to give up.

Later, during the Republic of China period and the puppet Manchurian period, Changchun has undergone several major constructions, and everything has moved, but no one dares to touch this old locust tree, because it is too evil, as long as anyone is in front of the quasi-protection. Therefore, for a long time, people who steal the door do not dare to commit taboos.

"Oh, no wonder I think there is a yin aura under the crooked neck old mother, dare to love is the grave of Sha Wentian? Third grandfather, but I don't understand, he is alive and well, the Qing government and foreign devils have no tricks to take him, what is his death?"

Ma Fuxiang said: "I am also puzzled by this, I and your second grandfather and others dare not ask deeply, every time I ask the master, the master and his old man say that Sha Wentian is very deep in the city, he is to avoid war and disaster, whether he is dead or not I am afraid only God knows." ”

"Huh...... What you mean by your old words is that Sha Wentian may be brought back to life now? Aren't you kidding me? Others don't know about our land in Changchun? And there is no place to raise corpses, and it is not enough to just have abundant earth. ”

"Master, don't ask me, hehe...... This is what your grandfather said personally, and I can't explain it clearly, but it's still the same sentence, let's leave it alone, isn't your grandfather too powerful? He doesn't want to mix it up? I want to wake up the kid for a while, so don't pursue it anymore. Ma Fuxiang said.

The older generation always seems to have some secrets that they don't want future generations to explore, Ma Fuxiang and Tong Sixi should all know something about the Cardinal God Cult, but this word has long become a forbidden area in their eyes, and no one wants to touch it. The more mysterious it is, the more it arouses Wushuang's curiosity about it.

Just imagine, even the grandfather Wu Gongyao reluctantly made a draw with Sha Wentian, then this person must be a master who is not leaking. He has been buried under the crooked neck old mother for nearly a hundred years, and he can still use the yin qi of his body to influence it so much, this person's evil is by no means comparable to the old lady of the god tune or Chang Desheng.

Ma Fuxiang boiled a bowl of convulsive soup for the boy and poured it down, and opened up several meridians on his body and used his internal strength to force out the cold in his body.

Ask him anything, and he will answer, but it is always a brainless answer.

If the case of the pair of young couples last few days was an accident, what happened to this boy yesterday, Wushuang has gone through a complete process, it is too evil, Wushuang witnessed him turn from a person into a ghost, and was almost strangled to death by him. This is by no means the end, as long as there is the crooked neck of the old mother, the bloody case will not end.

Under the crooked neck of the old mother, the good men and women are still in an endless stream, every day before it gets dark, under the Freedom Bridge is a black press, the trees are full of red cloth strips, and green shoots have faintly grown on the dry branches under the red cloth strips. Wushuang saw it in his eyes, and a sense of foreboding faintly rose in his heart. He...... Resurrection!

"Uncle Mazi, come on. Wushuang called Liu Mazi into the room.

"Master, what are your orders? ”

Wushuang closed the doors and windows and whispered to him: "Find me a few young men in the second half of the night, and then prepare oil oil, shovels, coins, and incense ......."

"Master, what are you doing here?"

"Don't ask so much, you'll know at night, by the way, don't tell anyone else about this!"

"Okay, then I'll go get ready. ”

In the second half of the night, Wushuang drove his men to the Freedom Bridge, and he was going to burn the crooked-necked old mother to get rid of the trouble.

He stood at the head of the bridge and looked at him left and right, this kind of thing still has to carry people, in the eyes of the people of Changchun, the crooked neck of the old mother is the sacred tree, he burned the sacred tree, wouldn't he be poked in the back? .