I read the information carefully, and my understanding of the curseless path gradually increased.

One of the things that concerns me the most is the so-called soul pollution.

The rest is secondary.

I glanced at Zhang Sanfen and said, "Boss, does this earthquake have anything to do with the soul pollution in the depths of the Uncursed Road?" ”

Zhang Sanfen shook his head.

I asked again, "Boss, what the hell is soul pollution?" ”

Zhang Sanfen replied this time: "A little more advanced grievance! ”

Actually, I didn't expect my boss to answer this question, because in the data, even the Secret Bureau didn't know what the so-called soul pollution was.

But the boss answered.

Zhang Sanfen said: "In fact, this statement is just speculation, not argumentation. ”

"But since ancient times, the only thing that can pollute the soul is resentment."

"Moreover, the Secret Bureau has investigated the eighteen layers of hell, and the closer you get to the depths of the Unspelled Road, the more serious the soul pollution becomes, which is also in line with the principle of the spread of resentment."

"Or, rather, resentment itself is the product of soul pollution and dilution."

I frowned and said, "Isn't the resentment human? Why is there so much resentment in the underworld? ”

Zhang Sanfen said softly: "You ask me, who am I going to ask?" ”

"The deepest part of the Uncursed Road is a mystery to Middle-earth in itself, and if it weren't for the advent of the end of the law and the growing conflict between us and the Xudu, who would care about what the underworld ...... about?"

Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly slammed the brakes and slammed them down.

I paused, and immediately put my hand on the handle of the Demon Stab.

But the wolf spirit behind him shouted: "Master in red! Master in Red! ”

I turned my head to look, and sure enough, there was a corpse lying on the snow by the side of the road, wearing a red robe, one arm was bare outside the robe, and a black iron rod was clutching in his hand.

Zhang Sanfen said quickly: "It's the red-clothed master of the Great Snow Mountain!" ”

He rolled over and got out of the car, walked quickly towards the corpse, checked it for a moment, and said in surprise: "It's still alive!" ”

"Lao He! Prepare Sanyo wine! Get some hot water and some food! ”

I have heard of the Great Snow Mountain, which is said to be a tantric lineage on the snowy plateau, and it is also a lineage of Buddhism.

Most of the exorcist lamas on the mountain wear red clothes, so they are revered by the locals as the red gurus.

Compared with the exorcists in the territory, they are gradually lost in the bright lights, and all exorcism behaviors are only for money, and they are full of copper smell.

The red-clothed master of the Great Snow Mountain is simply synonymous with simplicity and kindness.

They are more like ascetics, with an iron rod, a prayer wheel, and a superb medical and exorcism method, constantly wandering on the snowy plateau.

The most popular among the remote herdsmen are these red-clothed gurus who travel far and wide.

Because every time the lama comes here, he not only treats himself for some physical ailments, but also leaves himself something to pray for the evil spirits.

It can be said that the red-clothed master of the Great Snow Mountain is the spiritual belief of the pious herdsmen on the snowy plateau.

I walked out briskly with a kettle and Sanyang wine, only to find that the red-clothed master's face was as pale as a dead man, and his body was as stiff as a corpse.

The snow stained his face, and even his skin was cracked.

It's no wonder I almost thought he was dead at first glance.

Zhang Sanfen took off the robe of the red-clothed master, revealing his thin and dark chest, he stretched out his hand to me and said, "Sanyang wine! ”

I hurriedly poured Sanyang wine on Zhang Sanfen's hands, and then saw him rub his hands a few times, and the temperature of his hands rose rapidly.

Then he pressed his hands on the chest of the red-clothed master, and with a stabbing sound, like a red-hot soldering iron pressed against a piece of flesh.

I saw with my own eyes a puff of black smoke coming out of Zhang Sanfen's fingers.

Black smoke continued to rise, curling down the body of the red-clothed master.

I looked up and couldn't help but frown.

The black smoke swirled in mid-air, and it actually drilled towards the top of Zhang Sanfen's head.

But the yang energy on Zhang Sanfen's body was particularly vigorous, and the black smoke was dispelled by the yang energy emitted from his body before it approached.

Then the black smoke changed direction and pounced on me.

I was startled, and I subconsciously wanted to dodge, but the closer this black smoke came to me, the lighter the breath became.

When I came to my side, the originally thick black gas dissipated in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Sanfen suddenly said "Huh", and when he looked at me again, his eyes became slightly strange.

I panicked and said, "Boss, I didn't do anything!" ”

"The black gas is gone."

Zhang Sanfen stared at me for a long time before he grinned and said, "It's nothing, this is resentment." ”

"If this thing can't inhabit the human body, it will soon be assimilated by the surrounding breath."

That being said, I always found him smiling a little weirdly.