Time passed by, and Lao Pang and I read countless books. Just when I suspected that my eyes would soon become blind.

Suddenly, in an old and yellowed life story, the characters "Huanghuali Bookshelf" seemed to really appear.

I immediately cheered up and read this life story from beginning to end.

Finally, I found out the true origin of this Huanghuali bookshelf.

I stretched out my hand to summon Pang Guang.

"Uncle Pang, look, this is the bookshelf we are looking for. This is the origin of the Huanghuali bookshelf!"

When Pang Guang heard this, he felt as if he had found a life-saving straw. He roughly threw away the book in his hand, rushed to my side, snatched the life notes from my hand, and started reading.

"Master Shi Hua, Emperor Ming of the Tang Dynasty... oh my! This huanghuali bookshelf is at least six hundred years old!"

The life story we found is exactly what an abbot named Shi Hua wrote about his half-life experience during the Ming Dynasty of the Tang Dynasty.

In the middle and latter part of this life story, there are indeed more than 1,000 words describing exactly the Huanghuali bookshelf we are looking for.

According to the records in the book, the owner of this Huanghuali bookshelf is named Zhu, and he is a scholar, named Zhu Mengde.

Zhu Mengde loved to read sages' books since he was a child, and he wanted to get fame with all his heart. He studied hard for decades, but for some reason, he lost his standard when it came to the big exam. Zhu Mengde failed in the exam eight times, and in the end he felt sorry for himself.

Feeling that he had humiliated his ancestors and shamed his ancestors, he bumped into the huanghuali bookshelf and died.

It is said that after Zhu Mengde died, because he crashed into a bookshelf during his lifetime, his soul took up residence in the bookshelf after his death, unable to escape and remained trapped.

Zhu Mengde would cry every night late at night, complaining about his miserable fate and his half-life of inaction. Zhu Mengde's family was frightened when they heard that their bookshelf made ghostly cries and whimpering sounds every night.

Geely, I wanted to burn the bookshelf.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Mengde's soul was trapped in that bookshelf. If Zhu's family burned the bookshelf, Zhu Mengde's soul would disappear with it.

In this life story, the records are quite strange.

It is said that 600 years ago, Abbot Shihua, the abbot of Fa'an Temple, took a nap on his couch one day and accidentally dreamed of a male ghost leisurely asking for help.

The male ghost was Zhu Mengde. Zhu Mengde explained his miserable life and said that his family wanted to burn down the Huanghuali calligraphy house. He only regretted that he was incompetent during his lifetime and could not win the first prize. Even after death, he would still be a fool.

You will end up in a state of despair.

Abbot Shi Hua was kind-hearted and determined to help Zhu Mengde. According to the address given to him by the male ghost in his dream, the abbot came to the small village at the foot of Jingliang Mountain and found Zhu's family. He also successfully discovered the place where Zhu Mengde was entrusted.

The huanghuali bookshelf of the soul.

Abbot Shi Hua spent a lot of money to buy this bookshelf, and then enshrined it in the Buddha Hall of Fa'an Temple, so that Zhu Mengde's soul could be influenced by the scriptures day and night.

As for this huanghuali bookshelf, there are indeed many patterns on the bookshelf. The plant patterns are landscapes of the four seasons, and the beast that Pang Guang and I can't see clearly is the negative beast among the nine sons of Longsheng.

It is said that Fuxi is the eighth son of the Dragon King. His body is like a dragon, elegant and graceful, and he is coiled on the top of the stone tablet. He is shaped like a dragon and is the eighth oldest son. He is good at writing in his life. Therefore, there are many dragon-shaped patterns on both sides of the stone tablet.

Negative.

It is precisely because of his proficiency in writing that he is highly regarded by many students. Therefore, some bookshelves or desks with carved patterns will also be engraved with negative figures.

But it was said that Zhu Mengde's soul was parasitic in the Huanghuali bookshelf. He was influenced by the scriptures every day, and with the help of Master Shihua, he was finally liberated and could be reincarnated.

Master Shihua personally liberated Zhu Mengde, hoping that he would be reincarnated in the future so that he could complete his unfinished destiny in his previous life, read thousands of books in the future, and become famous in one fell swoop.

But what I never expected was that although Zhu Mengde had been reincarnated, because of his heavy obsession during his lifetime, a ray of obsession turned into a breath of essence and actually merged with the negative pattern on the Huanghuali bookshelf.

It becomes a spirit.

This spirit, which is a fusion of human obsession and the totems of mythical beasts that everyone believes in, is neither evil nor ghost. However, it is filled with extremely strong greed and feeds on greed.

, likes to eat souls.

The former Master Shi Hua called this foreign object on the Huanghuali bookshelf—Long Ling.

Pang Guang looked at the records in this life story in disbelief.

He scratched the few bald hairs he had left with his hands, with a very troubled expression on his face.

"Yu Yang, it turns out that the black thing in the Huanghuali bookshelf is just a bunch of obsessions!"

I shook my head.

"To be precise, it has already transcended obsession. A person's obsession is only one breath, but that breath is integrated with the spirit in the totem. It not only has a real form, but also has a lifespan to coexist with heaven and earth.

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There are all kinds of wonders in the world. I really can’t tell you what’s in this bookshelf.”

"Then let's follow Master Shi Hua's call and call him Long Ling!

The key is, we now know what that thing is! But, how should we deal with it? We can't just leave it in the longevity shop and let it eat our food, drink our food, steal our food every day... The most important thing is

, that dragon spirit likes to eat people’s souls!”

I said: "It seems that Wen Zhengru's souls were indeed eaten by this guy.

This dragon spirit is really cunning. He is gentle by nature and likes martial arts. Zhu Mengde was a person who studied death in the past. If the two are combined into one, they can inspire others to hide deep in their hearts.

Exhaust, inexhaustible inspiration.

The dragon spirit uses inspiration as bait to harm those literati. When each of those literati reaches a state of madness and their souls are at their weakest, it will eat them in one fell swoop. If this thing is kept, it will only be a disaster!"

When Pang Guang heard what I said, he nodded very firmly.

"Since it's a scourge, let's kill it! Don't worry, I don't care what it is! When you get back, take an ax and chop up the bookshelf and burn it for firewood. As for the gadgets inside, I'll give them to you.

He caught it and put it in a clay pot to brew wine and drink it!"

Pang Guang is a man who always does what he says.

Now that the two of us had discovered the origin of the huanghuali bookshelf, we said goodbye to Master Miaokong and hurried back to the longevity shop.

Pang Guang, this old boy, really made an axe. As soon as he entered the longevity wood shop, he rushed into the darkroom.

I pushed the wheelchair, fearing that he would cause trouble, so I followed Pang Guang closely, not daring to stay even an inch away.

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