After everything was arranged, everyone stepped back.
The corpse of Elder Shen was seated cross-legged in the ancestral hall, with his arms drooping onto his knees, and his eyes staring straight ahead.
He looked like a Daoist ditating and cultivating.
Living people are one thing.
But such an image of a dead person truly sent shivers down one’s spine.
This was the first ti Li Yan had seen such a technique.
Sha Lifei couldn’t help but ask, "Daoist master, what is this about? Aren’t you going to recite scriptures to send the soul to heaven?"
"How could I possess such abilities?"
Wang Daoxuan shook his head slightly, his expression solemn, "This thod is called ’binding the corpse,’ and it’s to understand what exactly Elder Shen’s lingering obsession is."
"Master Shen, get so hemp rope and bring over a square table. Send soone to look around the Shen household for any deceased cats, dogs, or crows and bring back the bodies."
These words only increased everyone’s curiosity.
Although they did not understand why, they quickly complied.
Soon enough, they found the hemp rope and the square table, and within less than half an incense stick’s ti, Shen family’s swordsn returned to the courtyard, carrying the corpses of a dead cat and crow.
Both were pitch-black and looked sowhat ominous.
"Reporting to young master, we found these bodies nearby."
Their gazes towards Wang Daoxuan were now filled with reverence.
Shen Jinghong also felt a chill in his heart and couldn’t help but speak up, "Daoist, could soone be casting a spell to harm my family?"
"Don’t worry, that’s not it."
Wang Daoxuan shook his head and explained, "The deceased’s resentful spirit has not dispersed and being the head of the family, the house’s fengshui is also tainted with Yin Evil Qi."
"Animals are extrely sensitive to the nuances of yin and yang. This cat and crow are both aged, drawn to the corpse, hoping to take advantage of the Yin Evil Qi to awaken their spirituality."
"Unfortunately, they rushed to their doom..."
As he spoke, he gestured towards one side of the ancestral hall.
Everyone looked down and saw a series of muddy cat paw prints on the bluestone tiles.
After that, he picked up the hemp rope, approached the corpse, and while chanting incantations, he bound the corpse with the rope, tying knots at crucial points.
This knot was known as the "Corpse Suppressing Seal," a folk secret technique.
Li Yan had heard Wang Daoxuan explain it in detail.
In Ancient Tis, before the invention of writing, the barbaric ancestors tied knots to record events and occasionally stumbled upon so secrets, which were summarized into witchcraft and gradually evolved into folk secret techniques.
The sounds made during incantations ford the basis of spellcasting.
The hand signs used during hunting evolved into mudras.
Many spells were like this, always traceable to an origin.
This "Corpse Suppressing Seal" is used to prevent the corpse from turning, and every Magic Vein has different applications; so use ink containers to seal coffins, others use red rope to suppress evil forces...
Under everyone’s gaze, after Wang Daoxuan finished binding the corpse, he ordered people to block the front of the corpse with the square table. He then cut open the chests of the dead cat and crow, took out their hearts.
As he did so, he also explained:
"The square table is used to block the path. The cat for the earth, the bird for the sky, and man in the middle, the union of the three hearts will awaken the deep-seated obsession within the chest, which is the concept of ’three hearts facing one heart, and even the dead may revive’..."
"Don’t be afraid when the corpse jumps later!"
Having said this, he placed the hearts of the cat and crow on the table, leveling them with the heart of Master Shen, all in a straight line.
Almost imdiately, the corpse began to stir.
Rustle rustle...
The corpse shook continuously, as if it was about to pounce at any mont, but being bound by the hemp rope and blocked by the square table, it could only sway about, causing the chair beneath it to rock back and forth.
All present from the Shen household could not help but feel a chill in their hearts.
Wang Daoxuan was well prepared, his money sword flipped in his hand, holding incantations in reverse, he then said, "Everyone, walk past the table one by one."
The mbers of the Shen family looked at each other, hesitant.
"I’ll go first!"
Shen Jinghong took the lead and approached the table.
He vaguely guessed what this was about.
It was nothing more than ascertaining who the deceased bore resentnt towards. Only by resolving this resentnt could the dead soul find peace.
Looking at his father’s eyes, staring and his body shaking uncontrollably, Shen Jinghong couldn’t hold back his tears any longer and, suppressing his sorrow, he looked towards Wang Daoxuan.
"Master Shen, please move away, next."
Wang Daoxuan said expressionlessly.
The swordsn were brave and stepped forward one by one; the corpse’s reaction to them was identical to that of Shen Jinghong, and nothing unexpected occurred.
"Carry over too..."
Old Madam Shen’s eyes brimd with murky tears, her voice trembling, "I know, the eldest always harbored resentnt against . If that’s the case, let accompany him on his last journey."
Of course, no one dared to respond to such words.
However, after the old lady was carried over, the corpse remained the sa.
The old lady sighed, "Go fetch the second and third brothers as well. Today, we must put the eldest at ease."
It didn’t take long for the two old n, one fat and one thin, to be called out. Seeing the situation, they were obviously scared, even resistant.
But under the murderous gazes of the swordsn, they had to steel themselves and pass by. Fortunately, the corpse remained still, allowing them to breathe a sigh of relief.
"I said it had nothing to do with us!"
The two imdiately regained their smugness.
Before long, it was the turn of the old lady who stood beside old Madam Shen.
That was Madam Jia, Shen Jinghong’s birth mother, and Elder Shen’s second concubine. After the death of Shen’s official wife, Madam Jia never changed her status.
Because Shen Jinghong was born to the concubine and was neglected by the old Madam Shen, the second and third masters of the Shen family had developed their ambitions.
But as soon as Madam Jia approached the table, a sudden change occurred.
Crack!
Suddenly, Master Shen sprang to action. Although his upper body was bound by the hemp rope, his lower body was free, as he was rely seated cross-legged.
With one move, his legs shot straight out, propelling him forward.
But the table was in the way, and his entire body ended up sprawling over the table.
"Well, well, it really was you!"
Shen’s third uncle, the short and plump old man, imdiately cursed, "Madam Jia, I always said you were up to no good. You must have done sothing to wrong my brother, that’s why he cannot rest in peace!"
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