Jin Dian Branch: Yin length seven feet nine centimeters, width one minute two centimeters, White Tiger slant one inch


    Northern Song Dynasty, the Zhou Residence in the Witch Lane of the Sword of Fujian Province.


    There were 411 bronze canteens in the room. The largest one was over 10 meters in diameter, while the smallest one was only the size of a wine cup. These copper pots were placed on wooden shelves in various parts of the room. Every copper pot had a different appearance, but each copper pot had a small hole at the bottom, and the size of the hole was also different. Ministry Councillor Huang could see very clearly that this was a water leak, a tool used to measure time in the world. However, with so many copper pots of different sizes piled up in one room, it made Ministry Councillor Huang''s heart turn cold, and the tinkling sound of water dripping, which could captivate a person''s soul, caused Ministry Councillor Huang to involuntarily take a step back and crash into Mage Zhou behind him.


    Mage Zhou smiled, "It''s just a household chore, there''s no need to mind it too much."


    Ministry Councillor Huang also nodded: "I''m here."


    "Got it." Mage Zhou waved his hand.


    Ministry Councillor Huang came to find Mage Zhou for the sake of his son Huang Chang. When he was born, he was worshiped by a hundred ghosts, his son Huang Chang. He told Mage Zhou the purpose of his visit.


    After his son was born. Ministry Councillor Huang insisted on naming his son "Huang Chang". The Madam couldn''t stop him.


    However, it was difficult for Huang Chang to give birth when he was born, and it took too long for him to do so in his stomach. His head was squeezed by the birth canal, and he always had a long head.


    The villagers were all discussing in private that the son of the Ministry Councillor Huang was a monster. The day he was born, a hundred ghosts paid their respects. After surrounding the house for several miles, they were all lonely ghosts. Old Madam Huang had said that it had rained heavily the day Ministry Councillor Huang''s son was born. Those wild ghosts had crawled over from all directions to the entrance of the residence and knelt down. Ministry Councillor Huang had been standing at the entrance at that time. The wild ghosts remained motionless until Ministry Councillor Huang''s son cried his first cry. The ghosts were frightened and slowly retreated.


    The villagers all believed that Old Madam Huang''s words were not a false alarm, because on that night, everyone who had children in their house stayed up all night, because all the children said that there were ghosts in the house and more outside. They cried for the whole night. Moreover, that night, all the livestock in the village panicked. When they woke up in the morning, several families'' livestock had all given birth to young animals. However, the babies they gave birth to were all weirdly shaped, such as lambs with six legs, or piglets with two heads. There was even a female cow who gave birth to a monster with a human body. After saying that, he immediately died, just like the other monsters.


    As expected, the year Ministry Councillor Huang''s son was born, his year of maturity was extremely bad. Summer was not hot, and winter was not cold either. As a result, the insects were rampant, the farmland was not thriving, and the tea trees withered. There was not enough food, so the villagers'' rations became a problem. The second year, the harvest was slightly better, and the villagers were barely able to make it through. Everyone said that the son of the Ministry Councillor Huang was an ominous person.


    Five years passed in a flash.


    The son of the Ministry Councillor Huang, Huang Chang, had never spoken a word ever since he was born and his legs were crooked as he walked. Besides the Ministry Councillor Huang, everyone thought that he was a fool.


    Madam Huang felt very guilty towards the Ministry Councillor Huang. She was already old, and could not bear children in place of others outside the courtyard. His son, Huang Chang, was already five years old and could not even speak like a normal child. All day long, he would run around the house with his long head on, and almost every time Ministry Councillor Huang saw his son, it was him who fell to the ground and crawled back up. Madam had been out of the courtyard many times, and she had intended to choose a suitable servant girl to be her concubine and inherit her son. However, every time, she would be rejected by the people outside, "My son will become an important person, you don''t have to worry."


    "Why do you have to believe the words of a priest of unknown origin?" The Missus could not understand the insistence on the outside.


    "Not only that Taoist," the Ministry Councillor Huang explained to his wife, "On the night my son was born, I really saw countless ghosts kneeling to me."


    "Do you really believe what the old woman at the village entrance is saying?"


    "I really saw it." The Ministry Councillor Huang persisted.


    The Lady stopped arguing.


    He searched through all the teachers nearby, and after seeing Huang Chang, they all expressed that he was unable to treat Huang Chang''s illness. He had rested his breath for too long when he was born, and had actually already died halfway.


    Every teacher had this explanation, advising Ministry Councillor Huang to look for another doctor. Ministry Councillor Huang asked his husband if there was any way to save his son''s soul.


    "I''ve lost my soul." And the doctor said, "It is madness. All his life he will be this crazy. "


    Ministry Councillor Huang did not believe him. He waited for his son to recover.


    "After the new year, my son will be six years old," Huang Chang told his wife.


    The Madam was also not willing to refute the decision to leave the courtyard. Hence, she found an Elementary Scholar from the Sword Sheath to enlighten Huang Chang. They both stayed with Huang Chang.


    What no one expected was that although Huang Chang couldn''t speak, he could read. When the Elementary Scholar taught him how to read books, he would immediately write them down, and not miss a single word. It was one thing to be able to write, but Huang Chang had even written a few words, but no one could understand what he was writing.


    Two years later, the Elementary Scholar said his goodbyes and said that there was nothing more he could teach Huang Chang. Although Huang Chang was still unable to speak and still looked crazy, his copies of the books were already all over the house.


    After the Elementary Scholar left, Ministry Councillor Huang found out that the Elementary Scholar had left for another reason.


    Huang Chang never sleeps at home. This was what the Elementary Scholar had told the Ministry Councillor Huang before he left.


    Ministry Councillor Huang was curious and stood outside Huang Chang''s door during the night. When it was time to be ugly, Huang Chang directly walked out of the house and brushed past Ministry Councillor Huang. The Ministry Councillor Huang followed his son out of curiosity. Upon seeing his son, who was usually stumped by his footsteps, walking briskly to the wall in the courtyard, he leaped up and flipped over the wall. The gate of the Yellow Courtyard immediately opened to give chase, but he couldn''t see anything at night, so he didn''t know where his son had gone to.


    On the second night, walked out of the house and climbed up the high wall. Ministry Councillor Huang immediately climbed up the wall and watched his son walk along the main road, while the Ministry Councillor Huang followed closely behind. He followed his son all the way to the back of the mountain, where there were tombs everywhere.


    Huang Chang walked over to a grave, opened up a patch of grass on top of it, and revealed a cave. Then he went in. Ministry Councillor Huang was scared, but he still missed his son. He lit the lantern and stuck his head into the cave.


    It was only then that he saw the coffin at the end of the tomb. The coffin had already been dug out and there was a hole left in it. Huang Chang slowly pulled out the corpse inside. The skeleton was standing right beside the grave, but Huang Chang went back inside. It was a long time before he came out. Only then did Ministry Councillor Huang know that his son was sleeping inside the coffin.


    When the sun rose and the chickens crowed, Huang Chang crawled out of the grave and dragged the corpse into the grave. Then he covered the hole in the grave with weeds. Only then did he slowly walk back. Ministry Councillor Huang followed Huang Chang home after guarding the whole night.


    He didn''t dare to speak of this matter to anyone outside the Yellow Division.


    The next day, Ministry Councillor Huang went out of his house without knowing what was going on. He told his wife that he was going to visit his old friend in the county and arrived at a small alley in Jianpu County. Ever since the founding of the Song Dynasty, there had been strict restrictions on household registration. In addition to household registration, there were also military, business and even witch registration. Each household was registered in a different area.


    The swordplay manuals were gathered at the outskirts of the city. From far away, Ministry Councillor Huang could see the tattered thatched cottages spread out in a continuous manner, and the smell of burning straw paper permeated the air. Ministry Councillor Huang slowly approached the thatched cottage. On the road beside the thatched cottage, people could be standing or sitting, and there were very few people walking. There were strong men in old woman, young women and children, and young children as well.


    When they saw the outsider, Ministry Councillor Huang, walk over, they all stared at him, but no one took the initiative to ask him anything. The Ministry Councillor Huang looked around and saw a few thatched cottages that were not closed, and worshiped by some terrifying and strange deities. Of course, there were also people that worshipped Old Lord Taishang and Yuanshi Tianzun. However, there weren''t many of them.


    Witchcraft books had always been suppressed by the government. It was just that in the past few years, the Emperor had good Taoism. Their situation had improved a little and they were no longer chased around by the government.


    After walking for a while, Ministry Councillor Huang saw a kind-looking old man sitting at his door, pruning a peach tree branch. He walked up and asked: "May I ask, where does the Mage Zhou live?"


    The old man stopped what he was doing, looked at Ministry Councillor Huang for a while, then pointed ahead, "We will arrive around the corner after forty more steps. His house has three locust trees in it''s courtyard."


    The old man nodded his thanks and walked in the direction indicated by the old man. As expected, after turning the corner, they walked for forty steps and saw a relatively large courtyard with three great locust trees planted within. The branches and leaves of the locust trees were luxuriant, covering the entire thatched cottage.