Chapter 676 The Guardian God of the Bridge
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Zi Meng You Long
A lunatic is a lunatic, and no one knows what incredible things he will do next.
At this moment, the village chief, who was under the control of the horse lunatic, not only smashed his mouth full of teeth with stones, but also broke both of his legs.
He was sitting in the middle of the stone bridge, smashing it while smiling sinisterly, the sound of the stone colliding with the bone was really shocking to hear.
Just looking at it makes me feel pain all over.
The village head was already covered in blood and his legs were smashed, but the horse maniac still didn't want to stop.
Judging from the situation, even if the village chief was rescued, it would be difficult to survive, as there was too much blood flow.
I saw the blood flowing down the bridge deck, falling on the pillars under the bridge, and falling drop by drop into the river.
I couldn't bear to look at this picture any longer, so I just waved my hand and beckoned several ghosts to rush towards the madman horse at the same time.
The blood-stained stone bridge made the evil spirit on the bridge even more intense, and the bridge was soon enveloped in a cloud of red evil spirit.
The horse lunatic sitting on the bridge was still laughing, and the laughter was eerie and weird.
The four ghosts moved out at the same time, and they all went towards Madman Ma, breaking into the red evil spirit.
But after a while, the laughter of the crazy horse on the bridge stopped abruptly, and there was no movement. I thought it was a few ghosts that swallowed the crazy horse together.
Unexpectedly, those ghosts turned back quickly, and all of them had ugly faces.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"He ran away and merged into the bridge, and we have nothing to do with him," Zhu Fei said helplessly.
I didn't expect this madman to have such a skill.
In any case, this ghost must be eliminated. If he continues to stay here, there will be no peace in this area. His resentment will become more and more serious, and he will want to kill people when he sees them alive.
Although I have a general guess about Madman Ma's death, I don't know the specific details.
It will be a matter of time to accept him, and there is no rush.
The only pity is that this crazy horse can't be collected into the Tiangang Seal for my use, because this guy is too crazy, I can't control it at all, and he will definitely not be obedient if he accepts it, and he can't be superseded, the resentment is too deep, The consciousness is insane, and I will definitely not accept my salvation.
Then there is only the last way left, which is to be swallowed up by these ghosts on my body and increase some Taoism.
I looked at Meiling and said, "Meiling, can you help me restore the scene when the horse lunatic died?"
Mei Ling looked at the stone bridge wrapped in red evil spirit, and said after a while: "I'll try."
Mei Ling has always been very modest, never made promises easily when she was not fully sure of things.
The horse lunatic died not long ago, and we are at the place where the horse lunatic is buried at this moment, so there should be no problem.
As I said that, I walked a few steps towards the stone bridge, found a place and sat down cross-legged.
Meiling stretched out a cold little hand and put it on my celestial spirit cover. After I closed my eyes, I entered the old monk's trance state.
Then, my consciousness gradually blurred, and the surrounding scene suddenly became pitch black.
Then there was a hazy scene, and everything in front of me gradually became clear again.
Still this river, still this bridge.
It's just that the stone bridge was only half built at this time.
In the evening, I saw the village chief, his son, and five or six unfamiliar faces in the village standing near the half-built stone bridge.
In front of them is the Daoist Xu.
"Xu Daochang, the concrete pillars in the middle of this stone bridge can't stand up, they finally stand up, and suddenly they are crooked again, what's going on?" The village chief looked at Xu Daochang.
Daoist Xu looked at the stone bridge with his hands behind his back, walked back and forth for a few steps, and then said quietly: "This river once flooded and drowned many people. I have deep grievances, especially in the area where the bridge was built. , is the narrowest section of the river. When the flood receded, many corpses were blocked here. You built a bridge on top of them and pressed them all the time. People came and went every day. Those dirty things would definitely not want it, of course they wouldn’t. Let you build the bridge."
"Xu Daochang, what should we do? The bridge is half built, so we can't change the place, but there is a lot of money." The village head said helplessly.
Daoist Xu looked back at the village chief, rolled his eyes, and said suddenly, "Come here, I'll talk to you alone."
The village chief quickly followed Daoist Xu to a secluded place. At this time, Daoist Xu said: "If you want to finish the bridge in a safe and sound way, there is a way, but it is a bit detrimental, but you just have to follow my way. Dao guarantees that you can build the bridge safely and securely."
"Tell me, Taoist chief, let me see if it's feasible." The village head said excitedly.
"Under the bridge deck, there are many ghosts. You must find a more powerful one to suppress them. The solution I will give you is to find a living person to come and sacrifice. The concrete pillar in the middle is still partly unwatered. Then you can find it." A living person stayed on the concrete pillar, took advantage of his unpreparedness, poured cement into it, and let it blend with the concrete pillar. In this way, the person died with a lot of resentment, and he was able to suppress many ghosts under the bridge. And the person sealed inside the concrete pillar will become the patron saint of the bridge, ensuring that you can build the bridge smoothly." Daoist Xu said again.
"What... a living person? Isn't this too wicked?" The village chief said hesitantly.
"Either change the place to build the bridge again, or do as I said. This method is commonly known as piling, which was handed down by the ancestors. It is recorded in the Luban book. It has been tried and tested. As long as you sacrifice a living person, Guarantee that this bridge can be built safely." Xu Daochang said firmly.
"But where can I find this living person?" the village head asked helplessly.
"It's up to you to find a way, anyway, the poor Taoist has already told you the way." Daoist Xu said lightly.
The village chief quickly turned back, found his son Tie Zhu, and several other villagers who had a good relationship, gathered together and discussed the matter in a low voice.
"Everyone, you all took the money. Daoist Xu said that you need to use living sacrifices to continue building the bridge. Otherwise, you have to change places. By then we won't be able to get a penny. The big guy has an idea." Go." The village head looked at the crowd.
"Father, isn't there a horse lunatic in our village? His parents have been dead for several years, and he runs around crazily all day long, eating hundreds of meals. Why don't we trick him over and pour him into a concrete pillar, anyway, he can't find it." No one will care when we get there, and there are no relatives in the village, and when someone asks, they will say that the horse lunatic has gone to another place." Tie Zhu suggested.
At this moment, the village chief, who was under the control of the horse lunatic, not only smashed his mouth full of teeth with stones, but also broke both of his legs.
He was sitting in the middle of the stone bridge, smashing it while smiling sinisterly, the sound of the stone colliding with the bone was really shocking to hear.
Just looking at it makes me feel pain all over.
The village head was already covered in blood and his legs were smashed, but the horse maniac still didn't want to stop.
Judging from the situation, even if the village chief was rescued, it would be difficult to survive, as there was too much blood flow.
I saw the blood flowing down the bridge deck, falling on the pillars under the bridge, and falling drop by drop into the river.
I couldn't bear to look at this picture any longer, so I just waved my hand and beckoned several ghosts to rush towards the madman horse at the same time.
The blood-stained stone bridge made the evil spirit on the bridge even more intense, and the bridge was soon enveloped in a cloud of red evil spirit.
The horse lunatic sitting on the bridge was still laughing, and the laughter was eerie and weird.
The four ghosts moved out at the same time, and they all went towards Madman Ma, breaking into the red evil spirit.
But after a while, the laughter of the crazy horse on the bridge stopped abruptly, and there was no movement. I thought it was a few ghosts that swallowed the crazy horse together.
Unexpectedly, those ghosts turned back quickly, and all of them had ugly faces.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"He ran away and merged into the bridge, and we have nothing to do with him," Zhu Fei said helplessly.
I didn't expect this madman to have such a skill.
In any case, this ghost must be eliminated. If he continues to stay here, there will be no peace in this area. His resentment will become more and more serious, and he will want to kill people when he sees them alive.
Although I have a general guess about Madman Ma's death, I don't know the specific details.
It will be a matter of time to accept him, and there is no rush.
The only pity is that this crazy horse can't be collected into the Tiangang Seal for my use, because this guy is too crazy, I can't control it at all, and he will definitely not be obedient if he accepts it, and he can't be superseded, the resentment is too deep, The consciousness is insane, and I will definitely not accept my salvation.
Then there is only the last way left, which is to be swallowed up by these ghosts on my body and increase some Taoism.
I looked at Meiling and said, "Meiling, can you help me restore the scene when the horse lunatic died?"
Mei Ling looked at the stone bridge wrapped in red evil spirit, and said after a while: "I'll try."
Mei Ling has always been very modest, never made promises easily when she was not fully sure of things.
The horse lunatic died not long ago, and we are at the place where the horse lunatic is buried at this moment, so there should be no problem.
As I said that, I walked a few steps towards the stone bridge, found a place and sat down cross-legged.
Meiling stretched out a cold little hand and put it on my celestial spirit cover. After I closed my eyes, I entered the old monk's trance state.
Then, my consciousness gradually blurred, and the surrounding scene suddenly became pitch black.
Then there was a hazy scene, and everything in front of me gradually became clear again.
Still this river, still this bridge.
It's just that the stone bridge was only half built at this time.
In the evening, I saw the village chief, his son, and five or six unfamiliar faces in the village standing near the half-built stone bridge.
In front of them is the Daoist Xu.
"Xu Daochang, the concrete pillars in the middle of this stone bridge can't stand up, they finally stand up, and suddenly they are crooked again, what's going on?" The village chief looked at Xu Daochang.
Daoist Xu looked at the stone bridge with his hands behind his back, walked back and forth for a few steps, and then said quietly: "This river once flooded and drowned many people. I have deep grievances, especially in the area where the bridge was built. , is the narrowest section of the river. When the flood receded, many corpses were blocked here. You built a bridge on top of them and pressed them all the time. People came and went every day. Those dirty things would definitely not want it, of course they wouldn’t. Let you build the bridge."
"Xu Daochang, what should we do? The bridge is half built, so we can't change the place, but there is a lot of money." The village head said helplessly.
Daoist Xu looked back at the village chief, rolled his eyes, and said suddenly, "Come here, I'll talk to you alone."
The village chief quickly followed Daoist Xu to a secluded place. At this time, Daoist Xu said: "If you want to finish the bridge in a safe and sound way, there is a way, but it is a bit detrimental, but you just have to follow my way. Dao guarantees that you can build the bridge safely and securely."
"Tell me, Taoist chief, let me see if it's feasible." The village head said excitedly.
"Under the bridge deck, there are many ghosts. You must find a more powerful one to suppress them. The solution I will give you is to find a living person to come and sacrifice. The concrete pillar in the middle is still partly unwatered. Then you can find it." A living person stayed on the concrete pillar, took advantage of his unpreparedness, poured cement into it, and let it blend with the concrete pillar. In this way, the person died with a lot of resentment, and he was able to suppress many ghosts under the bridge. And the person sealed inside the concrete pillar will become the patron saint of the bridge, ensuring that you can build the bridge smoothly." Daoist Xu said again.
"What... a living person? Isn't this too wicked?" The village chief said hesitantly.
"Either change the place to build the bridge again, or do as I said. This method is commonly known as piling, which was handed down by the ancestors. It is recorded in the Luban book. It has been tried and tested. As long as you sacrifice a living person, Guarantee that this bridge can be built safely." Xu Daochang said firmly.
"But where can I find this living person?" the village head asked helplessly.
"It's up to you to find a way, anyway, the poor Taoist has already told you the way." Daoist Xu said lightly.
The village chief quickly turned back, found his son Tie Zhu, and several other villagers who had a good relationship, gathered together and discussed the matter in a low voice.
"Everyone, you all took the money. Daoist Xu said that you need to use living sacrifices to continue building the bridge. Otherwise, you have to change places. By then we won't be able to get a penny. The big guy has an idea." Go." The village head looked at the crowd.
"Father, isn't there a horse lunatic in our village? His parents have been dead for several years, and he runs around crazily all day long, eating hundreds of meals. Why don't we trick him over and pour him into a concrete pillar, anyway, he can't find it." No one will care when we get there, and there are no relatives in the village, and when someone asks, they will say that the horse lunatic has gone to another place." Tie Zhu suggested.
