Long Junchen looked at Village Chief Ma with righteous words. Village Chief Ma's legs, which were already half-kneeling, finally softened under Long Junchen's burning gaze. He knelt on the ground with a thud and said tremblingly: "You, where are you from? Why, how could there be a real dragon bloodline?"

Long Junchen pursed his lips, and did not seem arrogant or proud because of Village Chief Ma's submissiveness. He just replied lightly, "I have been in Maoshan for a while. As for the true dragon bloodline you mentioned, it only has something to do with my family background. I don't know anything else. Can you understand if I say that?"

"Tell me, the ghosts we make here really have something to do with the real dragon, but, hey, I'll just start from scratch." Village Chief Ma sighed, rubbed his hands hesitantly. After a long time, he finally made up his mind to vent the secret that was pressed in his heart.

He struggled to stand up from the ground, finally reached the handle of the chair, staggered and sat up, swallowing his saliva for a while, before he let out a heavy breath and said slowly: "Our Maotai Village was not called this name, but Ye Gongcun. Legend has it that there was a Feng Shui master in our village, known as Chen Banxian. How to say it? He is very strange. He doesn't like to save the undead, and he doesn't like the accumulation of good deeds. Instead, he likes to refine the undead. He thinks that refining the undead is much faster than practicing."

"Refining the undead?" Long Junchen's frown was even tighter, and his heartbeat was a little faster. Since he got off Maoshan, Long Junchen had not dealt with ghosts for a long time. Unexpectedly, after Guan Tongxiao's last incident, such an seemingly unusual thing appeared. Any undead who has experienced a long time must have a lot of resentment. When Long Junchen heard that Village Chief Ma began to talk about the history of Maotai Village, and traced the origin to the present and the past, he concluded that the twists and turns were definitely not simple.

"That's right, this Taoist priest is a righteous messenger who drives away ghosts and evil spirits. He wants him to consecrate, beg him to bury, and beg him to catch ghosts. He has made a fortune. However, no one knows that this person came here not to catch monsters, but to refine monsters. This place is a place where the Yin gathers, and the Yin energy is extremely heavy. You should have seen this long ago." Village Chief Ma said, lifting his head and looking at Long Junchen with a wry smile.

Long Junchen naturally knew this. Even with a light chin, he replied, "Yes, your village, including the cave with the True Dragon Altar, is located in the Dragon Tail area of ​​Longmen Mountain, and belongs to the Nine Yin and Nine Evils. It is easy for the ghosts to stay in this place. Whether they are gathering here or passing by, there will be many more places than other places. Therefore, if you want to refine ghosts, this place is indeed the best choice."

"Yes, but at that time, no one in the village knew any magic, and no one saw through the evil thoughts in the heart of the Taoist priest. He even regarded him as a guest of honor and was very entertaining, eating and drinking well, but this unscrupulous person always remembered to refine ghosts. Oh, by the way, I forgot to say before that there is a tomb of an ancient emperor below the ground, so under the premise of the dragon's tail, the effect of the tomb on gathering Yin is also very obvious." As the village chief Ma said, he shivered involuntarily.

"What is the origin of this tomb?" Long Junchen heard that Village Chief Ma mentioned the tomb, he immediately remembered that the source of all this was that Wang Shi, who was idle, insisted on bringing this place to dig the grave, which led to a series of things such as saving He Linlin and killing ghost dolls. Long Junchen was also very curious about the tomb, so he followed the words of Village Chief Ma and then asked.

"I don't know, I only know that there is a legend that in order to show his wealth and prosperity, the owner of the tomb actually used eight hundred boys to bury him. I think this thing is groundless and really unreliable. Eight hundred boys are really exaggerated. Even if you have money, eight hundred are suddenly unrealistic."

Village Chief Ma paused and continued, "However, since such news has been heard, I think at least the owner of the tomb has used babies to bury him. The baby died suddenly, and the lifespan is the most left and the resentment is the most. Therefore, the yin energy of the tomb is probably related to these babies." Village Chief Ma was deeply trapped in his eye sockets, and his two terrified eyes were turning up and down uneasy, and his hands were unnaturally overlapping each other. Long Junchen frowned. This old man is too brave, but he just mentioned and chatted casually, how could he be so scared?

However, when Long Junchen heard this legend, he nodded in agreement, because he thought of the ghost doll that appeared when he saved He Linlin before. If nothing unexpected happens, this ghost doll should be transformed by the resentful spirit who buryed the baby. He may have been set up a formation or his soul was taken away. So he stayed in the world and became a ghost servant, but he didn't know where the owner of this ghost doll was.

Long Junchen did not tell the village chief Ma about the ghost doll, because he was afraid that the village chief Ma, who was already trembling, would be frightened when he heard the ghost doll and lost his verbal function, which would be difficult to deal with.

Long Junchen licked his lips and asked tentatively: "Then, according to your wishes, Village Chief Ma, the reason why the ghosts gather in this tomb is one because of the resentment of the owner of the tomb, and the other because of this unscrupulous Taoist priest who refines ghosts."

"Yes, yes, that's what I mean." Village Chief Ma nodded repeatedly, his hands twisted unnaturally, making his hands full of green and purple.

"Then tell me, how did this Taoist priest end up?" Long Junchen's hands were folded, his eyes were calm. He was actually not at ease inside. He just wanted to comfort the shriveling old man, he had to pretend to be calm. His hands had slowly oozed out a little sweat, waiting for the following passage from Village Chief Ma.

"This Taoist priest relied on the yin energy here to seal all the ghosts in a blue and white porcelain. Blue and white are dark, and porcelain is cool. Cold and dark are the best attributes for gathering yin. Therefore, this dragon-patterned porcelain is an excellent magic weapon for refining and sealing ghosts. It is said that there is a dragon pattern on the porcelain, which seems to be a good dragon picture of Ye Gong on it. Our village was called Ye Gongcun before, and it is said that it also got its name." As the village chief Ma said, he seemed to slowly relax. It seemed that this secret has been pressing on his heart and put a lot of pressure on him. He had only sat half a chair and finally moved back slowly, his shoulders slowly drooped, and his expression became much more natural.
Chapter completed!