At that, Xu Feng felt another jolt shoot through his mind.
One realization followed another.
"I understand."
He thought of the graves and bamboo grove at the Three Shu Monastery.
Now he knew why they had felt familiar.
"Because that was a Ghost-Trapping Array too.
The bamboo and the graves were both part of an array."
That was how they trapped the ghosts.
The corpses themselves formed one array.
The graves formed another.
Even the bamboo growing on the mountain had been put to clever use by the Three Shu Monastery and turned into an array.
Three arrays, each linked to the next.
So even when disaster later struck the Three Shu Monastery
and its incense offerings ceased,
the last Daoist
could no longer perform the yearly rites.
That left the final calamity restless.
Yet it still had not appeared.
And hadn't Xu Feng noticed it now?
As Xu Feng saw it, he would visit the graves to weep and burn incense on every festival.
After sixty years,
he would dig open its grave and see whether it had finally dissolved.
Xu Feng devoured the notes.
Because he had already studied meridian charts,
he had no basic questions about the diagrams and made quick progress.
From the diagrams in the notes, he could tell what the whole process aimed to do. "It simulates a person dying and gradually losing the five senses.
The Daoists of the Three Shu Monastery used acupoint strikes to cut them off, but I can insert needles directly."
That was one way to do it. It looked rather like forbidden sorcery, but he could not worry about that now.
Xu Feng said, "I wonder if people will think I'm using witchcraft to harm someone."
At least he had found an alternative. By the time the sun