Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 88 Tragedy
"It's actually her?" Kang Dabao saw who it was and murmured in surprise.

It turned out that the person he saw earlier was actually the widow of Taoist Wu.

"Wasn't she sold to a brothel in Dazhaifang by Niu Gui'er? How did she get out? Did a patron redeem her?" Kang Dabao remembered what Song Erjie said at the time and felt a little strange.

But then he thought, who can tell which news the prostitute said is true and which is false?

"But what is this stupid woman doing here?" Kang Dabao pondered again. A female cultivator at the second level of Qi training must have some purpose for coming here, right? She couldn't be here to steal a man?
That's not right. She's a widow who's been widowed twice and has no one to take care of her. Who is she acting for?

"No, is she also here to look for the cave?" Kang Dabao was just thinking about this when he saw the woman looking around for a long time. It seemed that she made sure that there was no one around before she dragged a sleeping boy out from a nearby bush.

The boy looked to be only five or six years old. Normally, children at this age would just begin to develop spiritual roots and had not yet practiced.

But Kang Dabao saw that the boy had already entered the Tao, but his foundation was unstable and he was as superficial as Zhang Gou'er.

He frowned and thought to himself, "I'm afraid this is using strong and powerful drugs to force the growth of seedlings. Tsk, this child's foundation has been destroyed. If there is no great opportunity in the rest of his life, it will be impossible for him to break through the middle stage of Qi training."

After the woman held the boy in her arms, her face showed deep love for her child.

She sighed deeply, then cast a spell for a while, changing the spell in her hand dozens of times, and uttered an obscure syllable next to the boy's ear.

The boy slowly opened his eyes after hearing the voice. As soon as he saw the woman, an innocent and lovely smile appeared on his face, and he called out in a clear voice, "Mother."

The woman responded with a smile, and caressed the boy's head lovingly: "Dear Ai'er, I will take you to pay homage to the ancestors of the Wu family."

"Okay." The boy responded sweetly with an innocent smile on his face.

The woman then took out a golden compass, calculated the direction, took the boy's hand and took a few steps, then stopped and stood still.

Soon, Kang Dabao saw a complex curse seal appear on the gray stone wall in front of the mother and son. The woman uttered the word "imperial" again, and the curse seal began to rotate upside down. The grass and stone debris on the stone wall scattered all over the ground. The vortex formed by the curse seal became larger and larger, until it finally turned into a fluorescent cave with a radius of ten feet.

"Let's go." The woman looked back for a while, then gently lifted the boy's arm, and the two of them walked into the cave together.

Kang Dabao stayed in the hidden formation and thought for a while, and finally gave up the idea of ​​calling Jiang Qing and Pei Yi for help.

If that evil woman were alarmed at this time, who knows what might happen.

"Damn it! A thief woman who is in the early stage of Qi training dares to enter with a child. How can I, the master, not dare to enter? This is not the way to hide, right?"

When Master Kang thought of this, he put away the concealment array, used the breath-concealing technique, and walked to the entrance of the cave according to the direction of the mother and son's feet that he had just noted.

After hesitating for a moment, Kang Dabao finally stepped in.

After entering, Kang Dabao did not feel any abnormal dizziness. He only felt a white light passing before his eyes, and then he stepped on a gray ground.

In front of him was a wide open cave door. The mother and son who had come in earlier should have already gone in. At this moment, Kang Dabao was the only one present.

There were four strange large characters on the door, which looked like they were carved with a knife or an axe, and were printed crookedly on the stone wall.

"The third character is '吴', and the last character is '挔'? This seems to be the mountain barbarian language. Moreover, why was it deliberately distorted when it was carved? What does it mean?" Kang Dabao hadn't seen the mountain barbarian language for many years. He didn't expect to see it here, and he couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Since the last barbarian riot in Shannan Road, the chief steward Shen Lingfeng has spent a lot of effort to erase all traces of the survival of the Shanman tribe in the road, intending to completely eliminate all signs of the Shanman tribe's existence.

This resulted in the Shanman tribe, a large tribe that was once quite prosperous in several nearby counties, being almost wiped out of all traces of life, and even their history no longer existed.

As for the mountain barbarian script, few low-level cultivators in Yunjiaozhou can recognize it.

The reason why Master Kang could still barely recognize the two words was because among the spoils of war left by Zhang Zushi of the Chongming Sect in the past, there were quite a few things belonging to the mountain barbarian leaders.

Master Kang Dabao often took them out to show off to his disciples, boasting about Grandmaster Zhang's martial arts and explaining the origins of those items.

"In other words, this is Wu's tomb?" Kang Dabao frowned, feeling a little scared. The mountain barbarians called the strong ones among their leaders "Wu", which also meant that the owner of this tomb was at least a cultivator in the late foundation building stage when he was alive.

At this time, the voice of the woman inside the cave began to sound, "Ai'er, remember, our Wu family is the descendant of Gu Huntong, the military commander of the 'Da Rong Kingdom'. Inside is the coffin of our ancestor. Come forward and pay homage."

Kang Dabao felt itchy when he heard this. He tried to use his spiritual sense to detect anything unusual, and felt relieved.

The boy was found following the woman through a corridor whose walls were inlaid with pure pearls. When they reached the end of the corridor, the woman took out a hexagonal token, and the stone wall of the corridor flipped over, revealing the main chamber of the tomb.

The woman led the boy into the main room. The boy followed his mother's instructions and walked obediently to a huge black lacquered coffin in the center of the main room. He respectfully knelt three times and kowtowed nine times towards the coffin, and then stood up obediently.

"Your great-grandfather, Mr. Quanyi, died young. Your grandfather, Mr. Changming, was unfortunately a mortal. Because of his father's kindness and his father's wealth, he was not blessed, so he was killed by bandits." The woman said to her son with a sad voice.

Kang Dabao laughed in his heart when he heard this. The story of this wicked woman murdering her husband had already spread to several nearby states. How could it be covered up?

Even if you lie to your son that he is young and ignorant, won't he be embarrassed when he grows up? But then again, you can't tell your son that it's because your mother hooked up with your biological father and made him your biological uncle, right?

"Ai'er will definitely avenge his father in the future. He will tie up the evil cultivator Niu Gui'er and the Ming Dynasty bandit chieftain Kang Dabao and present them to his mother to be cut into pieces." The boy's voice sounded in the tomb, and it was so sweet and sweet to hear.

Kang Dabao didn't know what to say for a moment. From the other party's perspective, "avenging his father" was naturally a natural thing to do. In that case, he couldn't just sit there and wait for death. This mother and son would not survive today no matter what.

But if he really wanted to kill a kid with a pigtail, it would be a bit of a moral overstep and he, the head of the Kang family, had never done such a thing.

But in this situation, how can you dare not do it? Aren't you really afraid of getting a sudden chill on the back of your head when you sleep?

"Good boy, Ai'er!" The woman gently pressed her forehead against her son's head, a trace of pity and compassion flashing in her eyes. "Ai'er will definitely protect his mother when he grows up." The boy's innocent smile was crystal clear, and the next moment, a large amount of blood suddenly gushed out of his mouth.

This sudden change made Kang Dabao's eyes widen. He even subconsciously looked at his hands and said, "It's not me. I don't have it."

On the other end, a weak voice of a little boy was heard in the empty tomb: "Mother, it hurts, it hurts so much."

"Ah! Ah!" The woman's wailing and the "slicing" sound of the sharp blade cutting into flesh rang out at the same time. At this moment, her eyes were full of bloodshot and her face had an extremely crazy expression.

The boy's voice gradually died down. The woman then put down the dagger and hugged her son tightly with her bloodstained hands: "Ai'er, Ai'er, Ai'er, don't blame your mother. Your mother wants to avenge your father, so you have to bear the brunt of it. It will stop hurting soon, Ai'er, Ai'er, Ai'er, it will stop hurting soon."

"Evil woman!" Kang Dabao hid in the dark and watched the scene in front of him, his eyes widened as if they were about to jump out of their sockets.

The four words "human tragedy" are very simple to say, but if someone witnesses it with their own eyes, the shock they feel during the process is simply beyond words.

I saw the mother crying bitterly while taking out the still steaming organs from her child's belly.

The scene was so tragic that even the head of the Kang family, who claimed to have seen many big scenes, couldn't bear to open his eyes and watch it again.

"This is the precious flesh and blood that came out of my heart after ten months of pregnancy! Vicious woman! Vicious woman! Crazy woman! Crazy woman! How could she be willing to give it up!"

Without Kang Dabao asking any questions, the woman closed her son's clear eyes, stopped crying, and began to comfort herself: "The Wu family is unworthy of being the bloodline of our Great Rong Marshal. For hundreds of years, several generations have been useless. They can't even train a cultivator in the late stage of Qi training. They have been guarding the Marshal's treasures for hundreds of years without being able to take them. They are the ones who killed my son!
If my father had not endured the humiliation and given himself to that bastard Wu Quanyi, poisoned him to death, and obtained the secret left by the Grand Marshal, he would have worked tirelessly for decades, conducted investigations from various sources, searched through the classics of the Darong Kingdom, and devoted himself to studying the secret method of substitution, which delayed his journey and led to his death with regret.

Before he died, he passed on the secret method to me, a woman, and asked me to do heroic things. I pretended to be good to two losers. My son also sacrificed himself for the Great Rong Kingdom. Without the efforts of three generations of my Qiang family, these treasures would have to remain sealed for who knows how many years before they could be seen in the world. By then, will the Great Rong Kingdom still have a chance to revive? "

"This woman is good at comforting people. If she says these words a few more times, she might believe them." Kang Dabao was so angry that his teeth creaked and his face turned ashen.

The woman continued to talk for a long time before she calmed down.

She left her son's body behind without even looking at it, and wrapped the organs, which seemed to be still beating, with her blouse, then crawled on her knees to the black lacquered coffin and placed them facing it.

The vicious woman took a deep breath, sat down cross-legged facing the coffin, made the wisdom seal with her right hand, pinched the eight trigrams with her left hand, and chanted a spell that sounded like a witch or a Taoist spell over and over again.

When she recited it for the ninth time, blood and sweat began to seep out of countless pores on the woman's face. The internal organs in front of the coffin emitted large amounts of heat and gradually began to dissolve.

By the time he had recited it for the eighteenth time, the pile of internal organs had already turned into a pool of pus and blood. The woman's blood and energy seemed to have been drained out of her body. Her flesh and blood shriveled up, with only a thin layer of skin attached to her bones.

When he recited it for the 27th time, the pus and blood from the internal organs had lost their strange color and were covered with a layer of golden light, giving off a holy feeling.
The woman had already lost her balance, smoke was coming out of her head, and she collapsed to the ground. Her eyes were dazed, but the spell she was chanting was still not disordered at all.

When the woman uttered the last inarticulate syllable with difficulty and finished the thirty-sixth recitation of the spell, the last bit of life seemed to be sucked out of her body. She lay on the ground, not looking like a living person, her empty eyes staring blankly at the coffin.

Then the golden pus and blood from the internal organs turned into a stream of light and hit the front of the coffin, revealing a complex barbarian script.

The huge coffin began to shake violently, and the entire tomb shook with it, and the scattered smoke and dust filled the empty stone chamber. Mud and gravel fell from the top of the tomb, making the head of Kangda, who was hiding in the dark, a little frightened.

Fortunately, the vibration of the coffin did not last too long. As the shaking of the tomb chamber stopped, a narrow gap as wide as an arm appeared between the tightly fitted coffin lid and the coffin body of the black coffin in the middle of the tomb chamber.

The woman's withered face instantly showed ecstasy, and her hollow eyes also had spirit. Her long hair had long been wet by the evaporating blood, sticking to her sticky skin, making her look dirty, filthy and miserable.

But she didn't care about all this at this time. She struggled for a long time before she stood up and ran to the coffin. Then, without thinking, she put her withered arm into the gap of the coffin.

She kept taking out the things in the coffin one by one. Even though it was extremely painful to just stretch out a finger, the ecstasy on her face showed no sign of fading.

The treasure in the coffin is a panacea, which makes this vicious woman reach out her hands faster and faster.

She took out more and more treasures until she filled the storage bag she brought with her, and then she put them on the ground;
The ground was also full of treasures, so she did not hesitate to put the treasures she had taken out on her son's body and continued to dig.
"This is a second-tier magic weapon, this is a Hong-tier technique, this is, this is the purple Chen wood that my father Rizal remembered, the most precious material in the hands of Marshal Du, and the main material that can be used to refine third-tier magic weapons! Haha, there is also Liuguang Sand, a whole bucket of it! What is this? Is this a pill? The pill used by cultivators in the foundation-building period? Put it away, put it away, they are all mine! Mine! What is this, what is it? Haha, this is Liuhe Zhengyang Jujube, a treasure that can help cultivators with fire spirit roots build their foundation! Fire spirit roots, haha, I have it. I have fire."

The woman who was holding the spiritual object suddenly felt a pain in her heart and subconsciously lowered her head to look.

She saw a short black blade stuck in her heart, and the dark color of the blade was made even darker by her blood.

Before she could cry out in pain, the short black blade quickly slashed upwards across her body, evenly cutting her neck, chin, mouth and nose.

Until the top of her head was easily cut in half by the short blade, the vicious woman lost consciousness after hearing a crisp sound.

Kang Dabao walked in carefully at this time. According to his original intention, he wanted to wait until this vicious woman took all the treasures and left the tomb before taking action outside.

But as soon as he heard the words "Liuhe Zhengyang Dates" and other rare treasures, he could no longer suppress the murderous intent in his heart and was willing to take the risk.

As soon as Kang Dabao entered the main tomb chamber, he saw the little boy being pressed down by a myriad of dazzling and precious objects.

His little face was pale, and his mother's features were reflected in his eyes, which were as clear as spring water.

His little mouth was still slightly open, as if he was still whispering, "Mom, it hurts."

The sigh of the head of Kangda was deep and powerful, as if all the resentment was squeezed out of his chest and smashed heavily to the ground, splashing smoke and dust, and making a muffled sound.

"I really hope that I did this out of my own conscience."

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