's always full of energy, so don't get him tricked by someone."She pouted her lips and said in a huff, "Being an official isn't fun at all!"I quietly crept up to Jiang Qiyun's ear and whispered, "What...The Way that can be told is not the eternal Way.

Within the Taishang Xuanmen, there are always some precepts or laws.

All the methods used in Taoism, including talismans, incantations, rituals, tools, and even steps, contain profound mysteries. Among them, the most important is finger manipulation during the recitation of incantations.

The origins of qijue can be traced back to ancient qi-restraining techniques. Over a long history, Daoists, based on their own mythological system and magical practices, have refined and standardized it, forming a vast system of hand gestures. And the most important part of these hand gestures is the fingers.

There are twelve Earthly Branches, nine Palaces of the Eight Trigrams, and twenty-eight Lunar Mansions within the palm.

To say that the palm of one's hand contains the universe is not an exaggeration.

Another saying is that there are three points on the human body where blood is most yang: the tip of the heart, the tip of the tongue, and the tip of the finger. Therefore, for Xuanmen disciples, the fingertips cannot be easily damaged.

Especially the right middle finger.

Just now I casually stuffed those three yellow talisman papers into the pocket of my bulletproof vest. At this time, I pricked my middle finger and clenched my fist, hiding it in my pocket. When my fingertips brushed against the talismans, I suddenly remembered.

I snatched the paper quickly, and one page had a smear of blood on it.

“Hiss…” A wisp of dust fell from the riddled holes.

"Brother... what is this yellow paper" I asked with some worry.

My brother sidled up, peering through the hole in the light cast by the moon: “This isn’t our symbol…”

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Isn't that obvious... If it were a Taoist talismans, I wouldn't need to ask you.

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"This winding script looks like... Sanskrit, doesn't it I've come across some esoteric Buddhist artifacts before, they resemble it a bit." My brother frowned and said, "I really don't want to have anything to do with these esoteric things. Don't you have disinfectant wipes Why are you using this talisman paper to wipe your hands!"

“I... how could I possibly use this to wipe my hands! It wasn't intentional!” I said, unable to tell if I should laugh or cry.

"Whoosh..." Another speck of dust fell.

We all fell silent.

The entrance to this cave is small, one must stoop and drag the coffin in. But inside, there are many branching paths, and many tiny air holes leading directly to various surfaces.

Moonlight beams cast over the mountainside, many places holding coffins.

Over time, the coffin has crumbled and the bones have been buried in the sand.

This is indeed a tomb. If it weren't for Zhou Lao Yao's crazed appearance, we would only think this was a folk burial site.

"Xiao Qiao, I feel something's not right." My brother stood in the mountain belly, looking at the damaged coffins around him with a shiver. "How many people are buried here..."

I gazed out under the moonlight, and every bend, fork, and hollow in the mountainside held a coffin.

Since my whereabouts were already exposed, my brother simply turned on his tactical flashlight. With a sweep of the white light, he saw that the depths of the cave were packed with coffins.

"Hundreds" I stared in disbelief.

"How many generations of the Zhou family have lived here..." My brother stammered.

Just as we were talking, we saw a shadow moving within the group of coffins below.

My brother immediately grabbed my hand and said, "Come on, let's go see what's going on."

The moment I took a step, dust rained down from above, making me inexplicably nervous.

Why would Zhou Lao Yao put Sanskrit paper on the coffin's top decoration Does their family believe in Esoteric Buddhism

Deep within the cave, there were some long, rectangular pits that had been dug out, apparently for entry, but they were already filled with dust.

Zhou Laoyao placed his uncle's remains into one, muttering, "Big brother, do you remember father's teachings, the Zhou family people are to return to their roots... and to burn all traces... I will now burn all traces..."

His hands trembled as he drew out a dagger and slashed his uncle's ceremonial robes.

"Hey hey, what is this old geezer trying to do My uncle is one of our Shen family's own people, and he's already made me furious by just dumping the body like this, and now he's even harming it!"

"You're crazy, old man! The person is dead, what else do you want to do!" My brother jumped up suddenly, one foot on the stone, ready to jump down.

The tactical flashlight beam shone directly at Zhou Laoyao, who hurriedly raised his hand to shield his eyes.

We rushed down, and he went berserk, slashing at our aunt with a dagger.

"Hey! Old lunatic! Stop it, you—" My brother rushed over and kicked Zhou Lao Yao.

But, it's too late!

Zhou Lao Yao's hands clutched a small piece of human skin, torn from his uncle's dantian!

I'm both shocked and angry, how am I supposed to stay calm

If only Uncle had been cremated at the Shen family's! We could have burned incense every day, and sent his ashes back home even though it was thousands of miles away. Now, his body has been destroyed!

My brother kicked him right in the head. Zhou Lao Yao, a man in his sixties, was sent tumbling to the ground by my brother's kick. He didn't even bother wiping the blood from his nose, just threw that small piece of human skin on the ground and reached into his chest—

"Burn it, burn it quickly…quickly…" He went mad, trembling and shaking, he pulled out a small bottle. The cap was twisted open, releasing the smell of gasoline.

We were stunned, what the heck was this old madman doing—

But he had gasoline and a lighter, my brother immediately stepped in front of me and I took several steps back.

"Zhou Lao Yao, you..." My brother's flashlight shone on him.

Zhou Lao Yao's hands were trembling violently, he seemed to be afraid of something, and turned his head to glare at us.

In the cold light of the flashlight, his face was terrifying.

He was burned, his face on one side fused together with the skin, his eyes reduced to a single slit. Now, the remaining eye glowed blood red!

"Your Majesty... you're going to be punished..." His hands trembled violently, the lighter wouldn't catch at all.

The piece of human skin that had fallen to the ground gradually began to emit black mist.

I was stunned. The black mist lay flat on the ground, spreading gently and slowly...

Deja vu.

The Shen family's treasure pavilion appeared with an interdimensional portal a month ago.

There emerged demons from within. My friend Lin Yanhuan and the disciple of the Shen family, Chen Yan, are still unconscious after witnessing it with their own eyes. No one knows what happened.

Later, those who followed saw only a room full of black mist and what appeared to be demonic figures.

And my uncle also passed away suddenly a month ago.

Now this little piece of human skin is actually showing a similar scene...

"...Demons appearing in the Shen family's treasure vault... Could it be..."

Unclel home, they began to go out and about. As a result, they crossed paths with Mu Xia Qiao and Mu Yun Fan, which angered the Heavenly Emperor. He unleashed fire that burned down mountains and destroyed...