Chapter 1962: Buying lives (3) Chapter 1962: Buying lives (3) He had a strong sense of justice in his character and was extremely kind. He originally had the intention to save the coachman, otherwise he would not have asked him to get on the carriage.
Even if the old coachman didn't say anything, Daoist priest song wouldn't leave him in the lurch, let alone beg him.
“It's just that I'm going to Shen villa this time, so I can't protect you for the time being.” He had already received money from the ghosts to buy their lives. Although song qingxiao had already extracted the black line, the power of the ghosts in Shen villa was far beyond the old Daoist's imagination.
Whether it was the thick fog or the weasels that were previously controlled, they were probably related to the ghost in Shen villa.
As such, even without the black line, the old man's life would be in danger once he left Daoist priest song's sight.
He pondered for a moment and said, ”
I have an idea. Let's find a place to stay first. I'll set up a Daoist barrier for you, and you can wait for me there.
He paused for a moment and said, ”
“If I can return from Shen villa smoothly, your safety will be assured.”
However, if anything happened to the master and disciple and they were trapped in Shen villa, ” once the matter is blown up, it will definitely attract the attention of other insightful people in the country. They will naturally come here and I will leave you a token of Taoism. If other fellow disciples see this item, they will probably reach out to save you on account of our friendship.
As for whether or not the coachman's life could be saved, the old Daoist could only do his best and leave it to fate.
Even so, the coachman was already quite satisfied. He ignored the old Daoist's attempts to stop him and kowtowed several times to thank him.
the massacre a hundred years ago created countless ghosts, but the money that the vengeful spirits offered to buy their lives was from big gold three hundred years ago. As song qingxiao spoke, she extended her hand toward the gold ingots.
Her action gave the old Daoist a fright.
The money did not come from the right source, and it was likely to be used by a malicious ghost. It was stained with the aura of Yin and resentment, and it could drive the vengeful spirits who had died in the massacre of the city to work for it. One could imagine the vengeful nature of the money.
Aunt Wu and the coachman, who had touched the money before, were hit by it one after another. The old Taoist naturally did not want his little disciple to encounter such an evil and unlucky thing, so he quickly retracted his hand-
However, he was not as fast as song qingxiao.
The old Daoist saw that she was calm, but before he could react, song qingxiao had already grabbed two large pieces of gold in her hands. She was so fast that he could clearly see her movements, but he could not Dodge them.
He was really possessed!
“You …” Daoist song was a little anxious. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw song Qing looking down on dollar and asked, ”
“Does this mean that the 'ghosts' in Shen villa this time might not be the vengeful spirits that died in the city-wide massacre a hundred years ago?”
“Let's talk after you put it down.” When the old Daoist saw that she was looking at the gold coins, his heart almost jumped into his throat. After he came back to his senses, he hurriedly asked her to put the gold coins down.
She touched the coin. There was a faint trace of resentment on the coin, which was similar to the resentment on the black line.
After getting the answer she wanted, she saw that the old Daoist was so anxious that his forehead was about to sweat. She complied with the old Daoist's words and obediently put the two coins back in his palm.
The old Daoist glared at her. He was angry and helpless, but in the end, he did not blame her. Instead, he hurriedly put the few coins back into the pink embroidered purse before letting out a long sigh of relief.
He took a closer look at song qingxiao and saw that her cheeks were slightly moist and her eyes were clear. She didn't look like she had been contaminated with Yin Qi, so he was relieved.
After he was relieved, he remembered what song qingxiao had said and hesitated.
three hundred years ago …
He thought for a while before saying, ”
“I was born 18 years after Jin kaizhen, but I didn't say that there was a major accident 300 years ago.”
Moreover, the existence of ghosts itself was heaven-defying, and the longer they stayed in the world, the stronger the resentment they needed to support them.
Those who could survive for more than 300 years could no longer be called ordinary ghosts-” at least at the level of a ghost King.
But to evolve into a ghost King, the conditions required were extremely difficult. Only with the right time and place, as well as the nourishment of a large number of resentful souls, could such a ghost that could shake the netherworld Kingdom be raised.
Under such conditions, no matter how the old Daoist looked at it, he felt that only the vengeful spirits caused by the massacre a hundred years ago could have raised such a terrifying existence.
In addition to the special terrain of Shen village where yin and yang intersected, after a hundred years of recuperation, the spirits that might not have been truly transcended back then had come out in full force.
The old Daoist kept the pouch in his waist pocket and said cautiously, ”
“No matter what, let's go to Shen Manor first. After we enter, we will be able to figure out the truth.”
Chapter end
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