Chapter 961: Green Silk Long Hair Tears Turn to Ash

Zhigu is located at the lower reaches of the Nine Rivers, connecting the north and south, and there is a permanent tax barrier on the Nanyunhe.

Recently, a strange case occurred at the floating bridge of the tax barrier, known as the Red Tower Ghost Ship Case.

This Red Tower Ghost Ship also involved a fire disaster in Zhigu City. Thanks to the Fire God grandfather worshipped in the Fire God Temples all over the city, the Third Prince's Wind-Fire Wheels collected the demon fire from all over the city that night.

That day, tens of thousands of people on both sides of the canal saw with their own eyes that the Third Prince Nezha suppressed the Red Tower Ghost Ship.

The Nanyunhe, which had been closed for many days, finally opened its gates.

The north-south cargo ships and department stores delayed these past few days all went ashore at the pier in front of the tax barrier floating bridge. From the pier, go east, and there is a road leading directly to a bustling and lively street called Pier East Street, but because there are many second-hand clothing shops on the street, the common people also call it "Second-Hand Clothing Street".

Second-hand clothing is the subordinate of the pawnshop. The common people have no spare money in their hands, so they have to estimate the thick clothes in their homes when the weather is slightly warmer and pawn them for cheaper thin clothes to wear.

When autumn comes, they spend money to redeem them.

The common people don't have much money in their hands and can't afford to add idle things at home, so they can only toss back and forth like this, passing year after year.

When the year is good, clothes are naturally changed from hemp to cotton, and from cotton to fur. When the year is bad, they change to thinner ones year after year.

If they have spare money in autumn, they add something warmer. If they don't have money, they can only change to broken clothes and endure it!

Now it is near autumn.

It is a good time for the second-hand clothing trade, so the shops in this area are particularly lively...

In front of a second-hand clothing shop, there is an old Daoist priest holding a flag. His hair and beard are messy, black and white mixed, and his face and body are so dirty that his age cannot be seen. Looking at the gray beard and hair, and the thin arms and calves exposed outside the Daoist robe, he might be fifty or sixty years old, or thirty or forty years old.

The flag he set up says "Iron Plate Divine Calculation", but the Daoist priest is shouting: "Collecting hair!"

"Collecting hair at a high price! Collecting hair, collecting braids, specializing in collecting long hair... big girls and little wives, black and shiny long hair can be exchanged for two feet of red cloth, and a section of flower head rope is also given."

Long hair is indeed collected by people. Don't the fake hair and fake braids sold in the Beihai Tower mall all made of collected hair?

But it is a bit strange for a Daoist priest to collect hair!

A clerk in a second-hand clothing shop kindly reminded: "Old Daoist! The hair of big girls and little wives in this Zhigu City is only sold to the 'Hair-Keeping Granny'. She also sells hair oil and hair cream! The price is also the highest. For a sixty-year-old, that long hair, reaching the soles of the feet, still has three feet left!"

The old Daoist priest said strangely: "It's autumn. The Daoist priest has no business, so I collect hair to exchange for a bite to eat. How can this trade offend anyone?"

The clerk laughed: "It doesn't offend, but people don't sell to you..."

The Daoist priest asked and found out that the Hair-Keeping Granny is also a strange person in Zhigu City. It is said that the hair she was born with was good, black and dense, so she had never trimmed her hair since she was a child. By the time she was sixteen, her long hair reached her waist. Which big girl or little wife around didn't envy her?

Every time she washed her hair, she had to pick fresh flowers of the four seasons to soak in water, and wash it down with a ladle of rice-washing water, just like a pitch-black waterfall.

She married well, into a family that counted in the local area. Because her husband loved her long hair after marriage, she didn't cut it. Later, her husband went out to do business, and it is said that he took a boat to the south and there was no news since then.

The Hair-Keeping Granny swore that if her husband didn't return, she wouldn't cut that long hair, so she waited until now...

She lost her man and her family fell, but that long hair became famous in Zhigu City. Every time she went out, it was like fragrant cloud gauze spread on the ground, so she started the business of hair cream and hair oil.

She is best at conditioning hair.

Whether the hair quality is withered and yellow or sparse, after she looks at it and teaches you to wash it with herbal medicine and applies her hair oil and hair cream, it can be black and dense again, like a waterfall.

Big girls and little wives who love beauty all like to buy hair oil from her.

But children from poor families also love beauty, but most of them have no money to buy her things. She would say to them: "I am also accumulating virtue. Girls should dress up more before marriage. If you raise your hair well, you will marry well. When you are short of money in the future, good hair can be sold for a high price!"

"One foot is the money for three feet of cloth!"

"You buy goods from me, just consider it saving for a dowry! You spend money to buy from me! Sell it back to me after you get married, and I guarantee to add a good dowry for you. If you can't afford it, you can also owe it from me, and use your hair to pay me back after you get married."

In this way, the good hair of all the big girls in the city is either waiting to be sold back at a high price, or has already been owed to the Hair-Keeping Granny. Where is there any room for others to intervene?

And all those who make fake braids and fake hair in the city have to get hair from her.

"The Hair-Keeping Granny is indeed a strange person. She is over sixty, her face is shriveled! But that long hair is still black and dense, even insects can't drill into it." The clerk sighed.

The old Daoist priest stroked his long beard and hesitated: "Hair is the end of blood. Those with black and dense hair must have sufficient qi and blood. If an elderly person of sixty has pitch-black hair, their complexion must be good. How can you say her cheeks are shriveled?"

The clerk was slightly stunned: "I can't say for sure!"

"If things are abnormal, there must be demons!" The old Daoist priest calculated with copper coins and said: "The end is the tip. If the tip is strong, it must suppress the root. Qi and blood circulate through the whole body, reaching the hair and beard, so they must be declining. Therefore, the elderly have insufficient qi and blood, and the hair and beard turn white first. If the hair and beard are black and dense but the complexion is poor, this thing must have usurped the host."

"That Hair-Keeping Granny has been raising hair for sixty years. That long hair is so divine, I'm afraid it has already become a demon, and instead, it is absorbing the host's blood qi to nourish itself."

"This is an evil thing, not a sign of good fortune!"

The old Daoist priest looked at the hexagram of the copper coins in his hand and shook his head: "If this continues, in five or six years, that demonic hair will suck dry the host's blood qi. I'm afraid it will grow even in the coffin, growing out of the ground, turning into an evil spirit!"

People around heard this and felt it made sense, and suddenly discussed it.

Before long, someone found the old Daoist priest: "Daoist master, someone is inviting you!"

The old Daoist priest laughed: "Business is here!"

He followed the person through many twists and turns and came to a large courtyard in an alley.

He saw that the deep courtyard had deep tree shade, and several large locust trees covered the patio. The person who brought him disappeared at some point. The old Daoist priest stood in the courtyard and suddenly heard a greeting: "Daoist master, why destroy someone's reputation for no reason?"

The old Daoist priest looked back and saw a figure in red appearing behind him, back to him, with pitch-black long hair like a waterfall flowing to the ground, sliding down the steps.

The figure was old, but the back looked like a sixteen-year-old beauty, just because the oily long hair covered the back.

The old Daoist priest gasped, knowing why no one refuted his previous words!

This long hair is indeed close to becoming a demon...

"The Daoist priest loves to tell the truth. If things are abnormal, there must be demons! If you, old woman, don't have demonic anomalies, why did people believe it when I said a few idle words on the street?"

"According to the Daoist priest, your long hair has already become a demonic anomaly! Now it only hinders you alone, but people grow old and hair doesn't. People die and hair doesn't! One day, if you die because of it, this hair will never wither because of your death... it will inevitably become an evil spirit."

"Burn this hair early. Even if it is cut off, I'm afraid it can still harm people!"

The old voice smiled bitterly: "Daoist master, don't you know that I have a vow? I cannot cut this hair until I see my late husband!"

The old Daoist priest was silent for a long while, then suddenly said: "What if I can calculate the location of your husband's remains?"

"On the day my late husband's remains return, I will cut off this long hair and burn it to be buried with him! I hate that I cannot follow my husband in one morning, leaving these love-silk gray hairs for him."

"It's just hair! How can it compare to an old friend?"

The old Daoist priest took out a tortoise shell, put three copper coins into it, and asked: "I wonder if you have any old objects of his on you?"

"There is only a hair bun, an old object he gave me." The figure, with his back to him and full long hair hanging quietly, seemed to turn his head slightly: "Come here, I will take it for you!"

Saying that, a withered hand was about to pull a jade hairpin from the waterfall-like long hair.

The old Daoist priest stepped forward.

But the hair was too dense, and even that weak hand seemed unable to lift it.

Just when the hand was about to pull the jade hairpin from the heavy long hair, it could only try its best to separate the dense hair.

The jade hairpin fell, and the old Daoist priest subconsciously reached out to catch it.

At this time, the hair suddenly separated to both sides, and an old head full of wrinkles emerged, holding the jade hairpin in its mouth.

The long hair curled toward the old Daoist priest, seemingly wanting to pull him into it...

At this moment, the old Daoist priest's fingernails suddenly popped out. The fingernail on his ring finger, seven inches long, was pitch-black like ink, carrying a heavy bloody smell.

In an instant, this nail pierced the old woman's forehead. Blood was drawn from under the fingernail. The old head couldn't believe it, and its eyes were full of horror.

The nail picked upward, slicing open her scalp.

The old Daoist priest gently sliced the old woman's scalp from the skull. While peeling it off, he laughed: "It is rare to see someone who raises 'Xuan Hua' (Mysterious Splendor) as well as you! Green silk is like love silk. You entrust your love silk on it. No wonder your blood qi is withered and it doesn't die. Because love hurts the heart most, and hurting it shortens life, so qi and blood are insufficient!"

"But this love silk ties you and him. Even if it is thousands of miles away, it can still be connected."

"He must have died in a place with good feng shui, which allowed your love silk to stretch for thousands of miles and be nurtured by your heart into such a treasure."

"The heart's thoughts are mysterious, and the thread-pulling is wonderful. Such 'Mysterious Xuan Weimiao Fa' is not something you can have!"

"The people of the Profound Truth Sect gave you this red bean bracelet to cure your lovesickness, but I, the 'Tongshen' (Penetrating Spirit) old Daoist, took the first step to put the 'Mysterious Xuan Weimiao Fa' into my pocket! In this way, their 'Five-Sense Head' will not be formed, and only then will I, the Tongshen old Daoist, have a chance to break the game!"

The old Daoist priest cut out two paper people and tied them to the green silk.

One paper person took the Hair-Keeping Granny's soul, and the other floated up as if with the wind, tied by a strand of hair, floating toward the south.

The old Daoist priest pinched the formula and recited the mantra. The old woman's blood qi suddenly surged, and was sucked dry by the hair.

In an instant, only a withered, light skeleton remained, and the long hair connected to the scalp was taken down by the old Daoist priest.

The long hair, nearly a zhang long, was dragged and tucked under the old Daoist priest's arm, like a horsetail whisk.

A strange smile appeared on his face: "It is not enough for you alone to refine this 'Mysterious Xuan Weimiao Fa' into a 'Lovesickness Tribulation'."

"Fortunately, you are good at raising hair and have cultivated many loving men and women. Only by using this hair to take their lovesickness blood and tying three thousand pairs of lovers with three thousand green silks can I refine my demonic path's supreme wonderful method—'Heart Has Thousands of Knots'!"

"Among the Five-Sense Heads cultivated by the Profound Truth Sect, responding with this tribulation should give them a surprise..."

"Hahahaha... I have no choice, Miaokong! Miaokong! You have harmed me bitterly! The person you chose as the patriarch of the Louguan Dao revival is of such identity. It is fate! The heavenly fate is set! If I cannot break the tribulation and achieve the Primordial Spirit True Immortal this time, my energy will be exhausted!"

"Even if I have to betray the Tai Sui Alliance, I must pass this hurdle first..." ===== CHAPTER 962 =====