Chapter 375 Huang Family Disciple

In peaceful days, weapons are not put into storage and horses are not released to the mountains. Now the world of Xuanmen is not peaceful, and no one will really do that.

We always have the things we need to go out and do things, and there is no need to do any more preparation. Once the matter is settled, we immediately return to the house, each carrying our own backpack and ready to go.

Fu Huicheng is only interested in the ancient tomb, or rather, the valuable items in the ancient tomb. He has never been interested in things like enforcing justice for the heavens and slaying demons and monsters. This feeling becomes stronger when he sees the shabby appearance of Grandma Yan. I just asked him what he was going to do out of politeness, and this grandson immediately had a heart attack, foaming at the mouth, rolling his eyes, and twitching all over the body. I envy him very much. It is not easy to be such a bachelor. I am also fascinated by his simple and rough pursuit, but unfortunately I dare not do it. When my master is not angry, he is simply a banished immortal, but once he is angry and wants to use the sect rules, he is the iron-faced and impartial Zhang Qingtian. It does not count if we are not beaten with a ruler and cannot take care of ourselves. Lao Bai was lucky enough to experience it for a while, and his buttocks became a rotten persimmon directly...

The straightforward Yan Po was frightened by Fu Huicheng, and asked me tremblingly if I should take this big brother to see a doctor first. Anyway, his wife has been ill for a long time, so there is no need to rush. With her brother taking care of her, there should be no problem.

I waved my hand, squeezed in the co-pilot, pointed at Fu Huicheng lying on the ground, and said to run over him.

Lao Bai stepped on the accelerator, and Fu Huicheng, who was half dead just now, jumped up from the ground and ran faster than a monkey. He jumped and cursed behind him: "You conscienceless thing, when I paid you to take a bath, I was so moved by your brother's sincerity, but you turned your face and refused to recognize me after you put on your pants!!"

"Naive..."

Lao Bai sneered, stretched his hand out of the window and gave a middle finger: "Who else should I run over if not you? I don't want to be pushed out as a death squad when I do things later..."

I looked at this grandson's performance with a dim gaze. Isn't it too late to pledge my loyalty now?

Yan Po's family lives in a small county town under Yuncheng, or more precisely, in a village around the small county town. I have never been to the southern part of Shanxi. On the way, I took advantage of my free time to open the map and look for the location of this small village. After looking at it, I had a headache.

The terrain there is more complicated than I could imagine. It is squeezed in a corner between Zhongtiao Mountain, Yuncheng Salt Lake, the Yellow River and Mingtiaogang. Several small villages are clustered together. The complexity of Feng Shui can be seen just from the map.

Zhongtiao Mountain has been a battleground for military strategists since ancient times. From ancient times to the present, it overlooks southern Shanxi and northern Henan, and guards the entire Xi'an and the Northwest. During the Anti-Japanese War alone, there were two tragic bloody battles with the Japanese here, with a total of more than 100,000 soldiers killed, not to mention the number of casualties in the past two thousand years. It can be said that every inch of land and river is covered with blood. The Daqing Mountain is full of corpses. The so-called military is evil. In the eyes of Feng Shui masters, this kind of place is the roaring place of the white tiger that kills.

Needless to say, the Yellow River is an angry water dragon vein.

There is also Yuncheng Salt Lake, a dead lake, which is very particular about Feng Shui.

In addition, there is a Mingtiaogang, which is a huge cemetery. Emperor Shun of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors is buried there, and Wei Hao, the ancestor of Lady Wei, the teacher of the calligrapher Wang Xizhi, is also buried there. In addition, there are a large number of nobles from various dynasties whose names cannot be mentioned. My father once commented on it, saying that there are tombs on top of tombs and people crowded there. The Xia Dynasty declined here, and the Shang Dynasty also prospered here. The luck is long and thick, but extremely unstable. It depends on who will win the battle among the hundreds of schools of thought. In simple terms, it is a Feng Shui treasure land that can prosper a country, so countless people come to it to get some benefits, and it depends on who gets the advantage in the end!

These Feng Shui are very extreme, either extremely fierce or extremely good. Several villages are crowded in such a complicated place, and anything can happen there. As long as you are a person with foresight, you will not rashly use the mysterious art there, which is easy to cause disasters. The Yan family dared to do something there. This is like an old man hanging himself, and he thinks his life is too long. I think it is the blessing of their ancestors that they have just had an accident now.

I felt very heavy-hearted, thinking that this time it would not be easy. I put away the map, closed my eyes and rested, and it was the right thing to do to keep sufficient physical strength.

I couldn't sleep well on the bumpy road, and I couldn't help but sleep for a long time. I slept all the way in a daze. When I woke up, the car had stopped in front of a farmyard. The bright sunshine was very dazzling. It was dark when we set out, but now it was already noon.

When we arrived at the place, Granny Yan, as the host, naturally jumped out of the car first and pushed open the vermilion door to invite us in.

The yard was not big, but very clean. The cement was hardened. There was a big house facing north and south, and there was a small building next to it. There were many potted plants in the yard.

After entering the yard, I stopped in front of the small building and looked up at the huge weasel head on the small building. It was like a huge logo, announcing to the people who came here what the owner did.

Strictly speaking, the guardian deity is actually a belief in fetishism. This ancient religion has a long history and has a strong blood relationship with primitive shamanism. However, it has been cut off long ago. There is probably no longer a worshiper of fetishism in the world. Instead, some of their witchcraft methods have been left behind. Worshiping the guardian deity is the most widely spread method. Now people who still do this are called "going out to do things", and they are called Ma family in the Xuanmen business.

This set is not popular in Shanxi. There are no local disciples who go out to do things. Yan Po's family came from Mudanjiang. The huge weasel head on the small building told me that they believe in Huang Jiaxian, one of the guardian deities. Yan Po's husband is named Huang Qingxin. It is estimated that he changed his surname after serving Huang Jiaxian.

There are many sayings about the Ma family, and I know a lot. If I really want to talk about dealing with them, this is the first time, and I am quite interested.

Because Granny Yan followed us all the way, Lao Bai was not convenient to tell her about the details of this family. When he saw the small temple in their home, he immediately turned around and asked Granny Yan if it was convenient for me to go in and take a look.

Granny Yan hesitated for a while, probably thinking that we didn't charge a penny for helping, and finally nodded vigorously, but she didn't lead the way herself, because Huang Qingxin didn't let her get involved in this business, and she had never entered this small temple.

The temple was not so evil, just a shrine with an old man with a kind face sitting cross-legged inside.

I am a Taoist priest and a ritual officer. The guardian deity is not my deity, so I don't need to burn incense and offer sacrifices to the shrine. I stared at it for a moment and couldn't help laughing: "So their family worships Old Master Huang?"

There are five major guardian deities: Fox, White, Yellow, Gray, and Willow. In addition, there are some small deity families, such as Chang Family Deity, Black Mother, Wolf and Dragon. The largest of the five major deities is naturally the Hu family, and the Hu family has the most deities. The Huang family deity worshipped by Grandma Yan's family has fewer respected ones, only Old Master Huang and Old Lady Huang.

I heard that the statues that real disciples worship are particular, and the statues have extraordinary powers. Of course, the disciples will say that this is because they are sincere and have been recognized and blessed by the gods. In my opinion, it should be that the material of the statues themselves is a bit special, so there is a mysterious and strange power. After all, if you go to the bottom of it, they are a branch of fetishism, and fetishism worships some mysterious and strange objects with special powers. What are the specific ways of those statues? This is a secret that people don't pass on. I can't tell you. I only know that different statues have different powers. For example, Grandma Huang can summon Qingfeng and Yanling to possess her body, which are actually male and female ghosts. The worship of Grandpa Huang is more interesting. It is said that it can attract the children of the Huang family, that is, the yellow skins who have become spirits in the mountains. They are served with good food and drink, and these yellow skins will naturally give them some help.

"I just don't know if the statue of Old Master Huang in their house is real?"

I laughed and said, "Anyway, I haven't seen any descendants of the Huang family here!"

As soon as I finished speaking, the shrine suddenly shook violently, making a "clang" sound, which was particularly clear in the quiet little temple, and the lingering sound was lingering.

A small head poked out from behind the shrine, and the small eyes were particularly bright and smart under the flickering candlelight in front of the shrine. The mouth was grinning, and it was clearly smiling at me.

"It's really a yellow-skinned person who has become a spirit!"

Brother Yaozi was shocked and could not help but be alert. The most unreasonable of the five great immortals is the Huang family immortal. After all, the temperament of the gods comes from their disciples. It shows that the yellow-skinned person is not a character that is easy to mess with. If you make trouble for no reason, even if you are full of good intentions, it may give you an embarrassing blow!

"Haha, I'll stop you from talking nonsense. If Old Huang's family doesn't even have a Huang family kid like him, are you qualified to be my friend?"

Old Bai laughed triumphantly and waved at the yellow fox hiding behind the shrine. It was very casual. It was obviously not the first time he had met this thing. He was holding back and waiting to see us laugh.

The yellow fox really came out from behind the shrine. Its body shape was the same as a normal yellow fox, but it was very spiritual. It stood up, swung its front legs behind it, and walked in a zigzag step. It was arrogant, just like a class teacher who walked around with his hands behind his back during evening self-study. He paced back and forth on the altar, scanned us one by one with his little eyes, sat down on the altar with a big butt, and waved his paw at Old Bai.

"Okay!"

Lao Bai shouted, took out a pack of soft Yuxi cigarettes and lit the cigarette for the yellow-skinned man. Finally, he put another pack of cigarettes on the altar and said with a smile: "Boss, enjoy your meal."

So the yellow-skinned man's name is Boss?

This yellow-skinned guy is quite mercenary. He holds a cigarette in his mouth, half-closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and immediately a stream of smoke comes out of his nostrils. Then he shivers all over, looking very happy. He quickly uses one claw to pull the Yuxi that Lao Bai has placed on the altar to his back, but his eyes are looking at the lighter in Lao Bai's hand. Lao Bai touches his nose, puts down the lighter with a wry smile, and the yellow-skinned guy waves his claws, as if he can leave...

I am amused when I see this. I have seen many yellow-skinned guys, but this is the first time I have seen such a powerful one. The old yellow-skinned guys who sell people's hearts in the ghost market have to make a living by hunching over. This little thing can't transform into a human form. At most, it has some spiritual intelligence, and it can't even be said to be a Taoist. It dares to sit here and eat offerings so brazenly. It is really shameless.

"I say, are you a little too arrogant?"

I couldn't help but approach him and joked: "Your boss has been tricked, but you just squint your eyes and look slick. You can tell at a glance that you must have been a deserter when your boss was in trouble, right?"

The boss glanced at me sideways and spit the cigarette butt on my face. Sparks flew everywhere, and I gasped and covered my face with my hands. I felt a chill and heat on my face.

Damn it, I was fooled by such a little thing. How can I bear it?

I glared at it and was about to give it a warning, but it rolled its eyes and fell straight down...

"Don't play dead!"

I lifted it upside down angrily and said with gritted teeth: "Are you still playing dead? If you play dead again, I will pull out your tendons and skin you alive!"

The yellow fox still didn't move at all.

Wushuang covered his stomach with his hand for a moment, and looked up at me in amazement: "It seems to be really dead, not only is it not breathing, but even its heartbeat has stopped..."