The night was as silent as death, and the ancestral hall was hidden under a large locust tree.

The shadow of the tree fell on the monument of filial piety, and the text was shattered.

Looking up at the jubilant Futa in the daytime,

In the dark night,

The red paint on the nanmu looked like dried blood.

Since the people of Shiping Village fell ill one after another, the incense here is far less vigorous than a year ago.

Full of fallen leaves, blue marks.

It was a June summer night, but it was extremely cold in the ancestral hall.

When I looked up, the black clouds obscured the moon, and there was not a single star in sight.

Not a good sign.

Yu Qing frowned.

The path into the pagoda was overgrown with weeds and piles of gravel, and some of the weeds were taller than people.

The wind blows, and the weeds are constantly shaking, making a rustling sound.

In the dark grass, there was a baby's cry, as if there was nothing.

Yu Qing suspected that he had misheard, and listened carefully, but the voice disappeared again.

"Boom!" With a bang on the ground,

The sword is unsheathed.

Her eyes were wary, and she silently approached the grass.

"Click."

A dead branch was broken under her feet, and her body froze instantly.

An incomparably cold breath wrapped from her toes to her neck, and the blood in her body seemed to coagulate.

The chest was dull, as if it had pressed a boulder.

There was a sound of "pop, pop" in the grass,

It was as if something had just climbed up from the water and was still dripping with water.

The smell of water began to fill the eyes, mixed with the cry of a baby.

"Who smells the tears of a forsaken woman,

Bleak midnight stands.

I haven't seen the sun,

Life sinks to the bottom of cold water. ”

A terrible whimper came from inside the pagoda.

The voice grew louder and closer, and after a few repetitions, it seemed to ring in my ears.

Yu Qing forcibly stabilized his mind and silently recited the law:

"Heaven and earth are natural, and filth is scattered. The cave is void, and it is too yuan. The eight directions are mighty, so that I am naturally ...... Haste as a law! ”

She shouted, and the sword pierced through the air, nailing into the wooden beam in the center of the tower.

The sword qi overturned the piece of black satin, revealing the face of Guanyin, who sent the child-

That Guanyin closed his eyebrows tightly, and shed two bloody tears.

no wonder

It is to be covered with black satin......

Yu Qing's spiritual platform was instantly clear.

I finally understand why Sikong Yu is unwilling to treat the people of this village!

In this Futa, what is hidden, I'm afraid it is not a blessing for descendants at all!

Rather, it is the resentment of countless baby girls who have been abandoned by their families at birth.

She stepped forward and lifted Guanyin's face.

The jade-faced Guanyin, with no joy or sorrow,

But the traces of blood and tears are so deep that they have seeped into the jade.

In the dust and smoke,

She seemed to see the tragic lives of the girls in Shiping Village.

The birth which is not expected,

The sick and weak did not even have a chance of treatment, so they were directly dragged into the river with sacks.

Stumbling and growing,

A marriage letter, a red hijab, beating gongs and drums, sent to an unknown fate.

For the sake of giving birth to children,

If there is something that does not go well with people's hearts, they will be beaten and scolded at every turn.

For many years, the daughter-in-law has become a mother-in-law,

Before he died, he was looking forward to holding his grandson.

If it is a grandson, he will be happy and clap his hands to celebrate.

If it is a granddaughter, she can't raise her head, and she can't wait to carry her daughter-in-law's head and crash to death on the filial piety monument.

She closed her eyes and quietly felt the emotions in her chest.

"I'll let you out, okay?"

Yu Qing said abruptly.

The song grew more and more poignant.

In the ancestral hall, singing voices of different tones are heard from all directions, gathering together to form an ensemble.

The locust tree in front of the ancestral hall shook wildly, and the sky covered by dark clouds and the moon was completely dark, and I couldn't see my fingers.

There was not a glimmer of light.

Yu Qing felt the back of Guanyin.

It was a string of iron cables attached to the copper coins, and one of the holes in the Futa was firmly locked.

"Did they throw you from here?"

It was a narrow square entrance, which could only accommodate a small box, but the space inside was extremely large.

Yu Qing grabbed the top of the chain and secretly exerted his strength, and Futa shook violently.

"Senior sister! Stop it! ”

Yu Qing was pushed away by Murong Tian, who rushed out from the side.

"The resentful spirit in here has given birth to a high-level demonic beast! If the lockdown is lifted, it may cause a big disaster! ”

Murong Tian said eagerly.

"Let her go!"

The system squeaked in anger:

"That peerless artifact is in this pagoda, if you don't open this seal, how can you get the artifact!"

Yu Qing didn't move for a long time, and Murong Tian called again:

"Senior sister!"

A tear fell on his arm.

Senior sister, are you crying?

The senior sister who can not change her expression before the collapse of Mount Tai,

At this very moment,

Tears.

Soon, the ground began to shake violently.

Futa crumbled, as if stretched and squeezed by a large, invisible hand.

The dangling copper coins on the chains hummed in unison, making the sound of metal clattering.

The red paint peeled off piece by piece, revealing the yellow runes carved into the wooden beams.

"Soulbind ......"

Yu Qing muttered.

She had found an ancient book in the most remote corner of the Flowing Immortal Sect's Hidden Scripture Pavilion, and this rune came from here.

"The soul binding spell is dedicated to binding it, and then it is shackled, and it cannot be destroyed, and it will be ......troubled for a long time."

She remembered the description in the book and thought to herself:

Perhaps some cultivators have been aware of the monster bred here, but for some reason, they just bound the monster.

It was not destroyed while it was still in its infancy, and it was allowed to develop to this day.

I'm afraid this spell will be unstoppable.

There is a lot of resentment here, and this monster should feed on absorbing resentful spirits.

Thinking a little deeper,

Was this monster really born from this pagoda?

Will someone take a fancy to the resentment gathering here, induce it, catalyze, and pull the monster here?

For demon cultivators, this is undoubtedly a treasure of feng shui.

But if there is a righteous monk who does this—

That is collusion and evil, which will bring disaster to the world, and will not be tolerated by the cultivation world!

Thinking of this, her face grimaced.

The Liuxian Sect continues to this day, and there are many children, and the rules are strict, but the tree is inevitably full of insects.

This talisman can only be cast by high-ranking monks......

There was a faint scream in Futari, mixed with mournful singing, filling the ancestral hall in all directions.

Murong Tian only felt that there were powerful ghosts roaring everywhere,

The body swayed left and right with the ground, and in a panic, he blocked his ears with a cotton ball.

But the voices still got into his ears,

like a sharp knife piercing his heart.

"Host, thirty-six strategies, go is the best policy. The monster has been alarmed, and our plan to sneak in has failed! ”

The system earnestly admonishes.

Even though Murong Tian was trembling and pale, he still held on to the hilt of his sword, trying his best to maintain his body, and shook his head:

"Senior sister... Senior sister is still here. ”

"Senior brother, it is not advisable to stay here for a long time, leave quickly."

"Zheng!" With a sound, Yu Qing drew his sword out of its sheath, and a surging sword qi with thunder erupted.

She didn't have time to take care of Murong Tian, so she took a few steps and leaped to the top of the Fu Pagoda.

Wander for a moment,

Raise your hand,

A sword was plunged into the center of the top of the tower.