My Weird Life

  Chapter 1018 "Container" in the coffin (22)

  Su Wu frowned slightly.

He has been in contact with the Red Sorrow Society many times, even the final owner of the Red Sorrow Society, Wang Chuanzhen, he has fought with him, and he also knows that in the Red Sorrow Society, the "fire of resentment" is passed down from generation to generation, and the fire of resentment is used to entangle resentful spouses and plasticize The formation of various generations of 'red mourning'.

  But the red mourners of all generations are called "Wang Chuanzhen".

  What is this 'Yuan Meihong mourning'? Could it be some kind of reference?

   Now that the resentment on Bai Changlian's body has been eliminated, the Hongyu in the "Zuixiang Building" in Qingzhou, which is hundreds of miles away from Wanshan, has probably been frightened and left the foothold first.

   Fortunately, the Red Sorrow Society has a relationship with the White Lotus Sect in the past, and now it is even more unknown why they want to hunt down and kill the White Lotus Sect members.

  Su Wu has established a line with the White Lotus Sect, and sooner or later he will be able to find clues to the Red Sorrow Society!

   "What is the relationship between the various factions of the White Lotus Sect?" Su Wu turned to look at Wu Wenyuan, who was in a daze, and asked him aloud.

Wu Wenyuan came back to his senses and didn't think much, so he replied to Su Wu: "The strong eat the weak, the big fish eat the small fish, and the small fish eat dried shrimps... Although the big branches are united with each other, but such things as fighting in the same room and fighting each other, Not a few.

  The differences between the various branches of the White Lotus Sect are sometimes much greater than the differences between different sects.

  The esoteric methods of different sects are also different.

  It was only a few decades ago that the leader of the Vacuum Hometown Association spread the "Fire-igniting Truth" and spread this method within the White Lotus Sect, making it the basic method that the White Lotus Sect members rely on to save their lives.

   Apart from this, there is no other sect that will generously pass on the Dharma to the White Lotus believers outside their own sect. "

  Hearing from Wu Wenyuan that the "Vacuum Hometown Association" spread the "Fire-starting Secret Art" widely, Su Wu was more inclined to the "Vacuum Hometown Association", and there might be Zhuer and Xiuxiu.

  The disciples of Yin Ximai inherited the salary of their master Li Yueshan, and they are not such selfish people.

  If Zhu'er, Xiuxiu and the others discover some of the mysteries of the "vacuum homeland", if such mysteries can benefit people-they will not hesitate to pass it on to ordinary people.

Moreover, when Su Wu was in a desperate situation and was about to die under the blockade of the Cross Tribulation, under the combination of the three cunning, the cunning, and the cunning, it was Xiuxiu who drove the big mule that accommodated Li Gui to come and rescued Su Wu. Once Su Wu came back, he also told her that everyone was waiting for him in the vacuum hometown.

   Li Hu, the junior brother of the Zao class, once fought against the "Red Sorrow Society" and suppressed a red mourning god, leaving behind the reputation of "Hulang Immortal" in later generations.

  Then have they had any contact with the 'Red Sorrow Society'?

  Why did the two sides connect?

   Is it because of the 'Yin Ximai Patriarch'?

   Or because of myself?

   "Let this man be handled by the old man." Su Wu looked at the 'white long face' who was kneeling on the ground, with one palm and five fingers broken at the root, and then said to Wu Wenyuan.

  Wu Wenyuan sighed heavily, and nodded in agreement.

  Su Wu, together with Li Xiongbiao, Li Heihu and three other people, transported twelve sets of thin-skinned coffins together.

He turned around and walked towards Li Heihu, Wu Wenyuan's voice talking to 'Bai Changlian' sounded behind him, the old man's voice was gentle, not as severe as before: "Your aunt and I both liked children very much. When we were young, we both She had a son and a daughter, but they all died in the "San Francisco Rebellion". Your aunt also had hidden wounds at that time, and she has been unable to bear children since then... Although the wounds on her body have healed, the wounds in her heart are actually even more incurable...

  After the military rebellion, we left Yunnan and joined the Sanyang Society.

  Following the teacher to hold great events, promote the flag of righteousness, and carry out the work of "reversing the Qing Dynasty and restoring the Ming Dynasty", many years have passed in this way. When passing through Shaanxi, I met you whose parents died in the famine.

  Your aunt has always wanted to adopt a child, preferably a younger one, so that when she grows up, she can finally become closer to us.

  But I happened to meet you at that time. You were thin and thin at that time, with a huge belly and head, and you were suffering from worm disease. When you saw me and your aunt, you begged us to rescue you. Your aunt was soft-hearted and decided to take you..."

  Wu Wenyuan spoke a lot in a gentle voice, counting the past years.

  'Bai Changlian' saw that his expression had become much gentler, thinking that he was soft-hearted after all, thinking about his previous feelings, he kowtowed and begged for mercy: "Uncle Wu, I was wrong, Uncle Wu, I made a big mistake...

   Please forgive me this time..."

  Wu Wenyuan sighed deeply, looked down at the long white face kneeling on the ground, and said in a low voice: "You still don't understand..."

  He turned to look up at the sky, and bowed with tears in his eyes: "Minyu, this kid made an unforgivable mistake and killed several brothers—I can tolerate him, but the Sanyang Society will never tolerate him!

  I can only send him down to accompany you..."

   "Uncle Wu!"

  Bai Changlian suddenly raised his head when he heard the words!

  He saw Uncle Wu's slightly transparent, expressionless face, a knife tip flashed out from under that face, and with a 'poof' sound, a cold feeling penetrated Bai Changlian's throat!

  Black blood gushed from his mouth and nostrils.

  The neck has been pierced by a sharp knife!

Wu Wenyuan drew out the knife, and a cold and strange rhyme radiated from the corpse with a long white face that gradually softened and fell down, but before the strange rhyme could spread far, it was suppressed by an invisible force and subsided on the spot .

  Li Heihu walked past Wu Wenyuan with a bowl of soul harvesting rice, and took Li Gui imprisoned inside the body of 'Bai Changlian' into custody. Wu Wenyuan next to him stood there in a daze, as if he had lost his soul.

   Twelve sets of thin-skinned coffins were placed in front of Su Wu.

  Inside the coffin, the 'buried' has a 'container' for the birth of the Holy Child.

Previously, the twelve missionaries used themselves as the "base" of the coffin and tried to call the "real Daqin Temple" with the help of the container in the coffin. They failed in the end, and their bodies were all stuck to the bottom of the coffin, emitting a rancid smell. .

  The shadows around the coffins squirmed, following Su Wu's thoughts, they turned into sharp black knives, pierced into the gap between the coffin lid and the coffin body, and suddenly knocked open a pair of coffins!

  The coffins were lined with layers of sackcloth.

Men and women, most of them no older than fifteen years old, were lying on their backs on the sackcloth, and on the sackcloth they were lying on, there were traces of brown corpse water in the shape of a 'big', layers of gelatinous, human skin. The flesh-colored fetal membranes protruded from the large-character-shaped corpse scars, sticking to the backs, arms, and sides of the legs of those young men and women, and gradually contained them all in the flesh-colored fetal membranes!

   On the flesh-colored fetal membranes, human faces sometimes appeared.

  The faces are all different, but the faces that emerged one after another, when they saw Su Wu standing outside the coffin, their expressions changed instantly, and the fetal membranes spread all over the boys and girls even faster—

  Su Wuguan's boys and girls were obviously still breathing!

   They are still alive!

   Swish Swish Swish Swish Swish!

Standing in front of the coffin, behind Su Wu, grew a series of transparent arms. On the transparent arms, red and white torches swirled in an instant, turning into torch whips, and suddenly penetrated into a Inside the coffin, surround and ignite the flesh-colored fetal membranes protruding with human faces!

  Chick! laugh!

   Bursts of stench rushed out of the coffin!

   Under the raging fire, the flesh-colored fetal membrane retreated quickly, retracting into the corpse marks on the linen cloth!

The sackcloth lined the four walls of the coffin were all ignited by the fire, but the corpse marks it carried were not stained with a ray of firewood. As the sackcloth was burned into coke, the corpse marks were branded on the bottom of the coffin, and with the The bottom of the coffin was also burned through by the fire, and the corpse marks were branded on the ground!

  A black arm grew out of the shadows, wrapping around the bodies of many boys and girls, dragging them out of the coffin.

  Under the coffin that had been burned into charcoal, the 'big'-shaped corpse marks were connected and superimposed, forming a larger corpse mark on the ground where Su Wu and the others stood.

  It did not produce the slightest strange rhyme, as if it was just an indelible trace.

  But it remained in this Daqin Temple, but it was quietly imprinted on the bricks and stones on the ground, as if exuding infinite malice, which made people feel horrified and chilled.

  Who did this corpse trace originate from?

  How can it fade away?

  If it is ignored, what will it become?

  All kinds of questions lingered in Su Wu's mind.

——The foreign Taoist priests of Daqin Temple all used shrouds made of linen to accommodate believers, refining out "silver of human beings" and "illusion of gods". The linen itself has no effect. As long as they can inherit, imprint, and use the traces of the corpse, they must also have a corresponding method to eliminate the traces of the corpse.

   It's just that this method is not yet mastered by Su Wu.

  Su Wu's eyes stayed on the 'big'-shaped imprint for a moment, then turned to look at the dozen or so boys and girls.

The souls of the Sanyang Society, as well as Uncle Biao and Heihu took care of more than a dozen people and called them for a while. These young men and women with no obvious injuries on their bodies, and even infants and children Woke up and turned around.

  They looked at the translucent figures around them and the three tall and thick men, and they suddenly became terrified. They struggled to escape, but the disciples of the Sanyang Society and the Li family rushed to stop them, and the scene immediately became chaotic.

   "Don't panic." Su Wu spoke at this moment, with some kind of strange power in his voice, which calmed down the minds of those teenagers and children who had just woken up.

  They stopped their movements and looked at Su Wu.

  Su Wu continued: "Why did you become people in the coffin in this Daqin Temple?

  Do you still remember what happened before you fell into a coma? "

  All the teenagers and children looked at each other in blank dismay.

Someone lowered his eyebrows and pondered for a while, then whispered: "I was originally an orphan adopted by the Tzu Chi Hall of Daqin Temple... A few days ago, the 'deacon' said that I was favored by the gods and wanted to receive the favor of the gods for me. kind of potion.

  I drank that potion for a few days...then fell asleep one night..."

   "My brother and I are children of Niu Shangxi's family in Tieniu Village, and we don't know why we are here...

  Brother, can you take us home? We want to go home…”

   "Woooo...I want to go home..."

  The minds of the people who had just calmed down were suddenly disturbed by a few children crying.

  The youngsters were talking in a hurry, which made the scene much more chaotic.

  (end of this chapter)