Looking at the Taoist temple with its door locked, Yun Song's eyes were filled with sadness.
After an inexplicable time travel, this Taoist temple became his home. Now that he has to leave home far away, he feels somewhat melancholy.
What a pity that Taoist masterpieces such as "Dragon and Tiger Double Cultivation Sutra", "Xuannu Fang Zhongyang Sutra", "Heaven and Earth Yin and Yang Reunion and Great Joy" are included!
He brought some Taoist sutras to protect his body last night in order to deal with ghost things, but they were all such as "Shangqing Dadong Sutra" and "Dongzhen Taishang Basu Sutra".
Those masterpieces that he regarded as treasures were packed together and hidden under his pillow, waiting to be carefully studied before going to bed.
Looking at it now, he doesn't need to speculate for the time being.
Qian Yan'er is entrenched in the Taoist temple, and he doesn't dare to go back and take risks.
But he was always thinking about these books in his heart. He looked through them at that time, and found that those books were all handwritten copies, absolutely exclusive secrets!
So he walked down the mountain and looked back.
The peacock flies southeast, turning back as it flies.
All this is different in Wang Youde's eyes.
Wang Youde asked: "Xiao Zhenren, are you reluctant to leave the Taoist temple because you keep looking back, or are you worried that the sneaky people in the Taoist temple will break out and harm the people?"
Without waiting for Yunsong to answer, he comforted:
"No matter what, it doesn't matter, little master, you have now sealed Qianyaner and the sneakiness it summoned in the Taoist temple. When you go down the mountain, inform your fellow Taoists, and then go up the mountain together to take back the Taoist temple."
Yun Song was confused by his questions and answers.
What's this guy doing?
At this time, the two of them walked to the corner of the mountain road. After turning around the mountain, they could no longer see the Taoist temple.
Yun Song looked at it again and again, and finally waved his fist unwillingly: "I will come back!"
Wang Youde comforted him and said: "You can leave the green hills without fear of running out of firewood. As long as you get in touch with fellow experts, you can come back at any time."
"But it's better not to linger now. We have to leave quickly. The weather is not looking good."
Yun Song said nonchalantly: "The Supreme God of Fortune, Donor Wang, what you said is unprofessional. As the old saying goes, good things don't go out until you go out. That's not right. It's 'the morning glow doesn't go out, the sunset glow travels thousands of miles.' The glow of yesterday evening
It’s not like you don’t know how good it is.”
Wang Youde said: "But the glow this morning is also very good."
Yun Song sneered and told him the difference between twilight and morning sun. Wang Youde patiently listened to his talk.
After he finished speaking, Wang Youde pointed to the north and said: "Little Master, I don't understand what you said. I only know that the dark clouds are coming."
Yunsong quickly walked through the forest to the clearing and looked up.
The sky in the north is gloomy, and leaden black clouds invade all the way to the south.
He was immediately dumbfounded.
You damn thing didn’t tell me earlier!
The two began to run away in panic.
Although Wang Youde was fat, he ran quite fast on the mountain road. Yun Song, a young man chasing him, was out of breath.
But the clouds swept across the sky faster.
A gust of mountain wind blew wildly from the north, there was a roar in the sky, and raindrops fell with crackling sounds.
In this way, Yun Song simply stopped and stopped running.
Can't run anymore!
Wang Youde ran out for more than ten meters in one breath. He looked back and saw Yunsong falling, and then ran back trembling with fat:
"Xiao Zhenren, why don't you run away?"
Yunsong tried his best to calm down and said calmly: "Fusheng Supreme Heavenly Lord, Donor Wang doesn't know something. According to fluid mechanics research, when it rains, you get wet more when you run than when you walk."
Wang Youde looked at him as if he saw a ghost.
So Yun Song knew that there should be no concept of fluid mechanics in this world, so he changed his explanation:
"You are more familiar with this mountain road than the trail. You should know that we can't find anyone to take shelter from the rain in a short period of time. Is there any difference between walking and running like this? It's just that you will become a drowned rat sooner or later."
"Mountain roads are already rugged and slippery when it rains. If you accidentally slip and fall down the mountain at this time, it can be fatal, so it is better to quietly experience the feeling of walking in the rain and steady your steps to avoid injury."
This time Wang Youde understood.
After thinking for a while, he bowed his head and said, "What the young master said is true. I have learned from you."
The rain was pouring down, and the two of them walked carefully on the mountain road.
After calming down, Yun Song couldn't help but speed up his pace.
It rains in the mountains and is very cold.
Wang Youde fell behind and asked, "Xiao Zhenren, why are you running again?"
Yunsong was embarrassed and didn't know how to answer. He looked forward and saw some scattered houses through the rain curtain.
This made him very happy and said: "Because there is a house ahead of us on the trail. Come on, let's go and take shelter from the rain."
He ran a few steps quickly, but did not hear Wang Youde's footsteps.
So he turned around strangely and saw Wang Youde stunned on the spot.
The rain fell from his head, but he ignored it and remained motionless.
Yun Song had an ominous premonition in his heart.
He asked: "Donor Wang, why don't you leave?"
Wang Youde did not speak, but slowly backed away.
Yunsong walked over.
There was no need for him to ask any more questions this time. Wang Youde had already spoken tremblingly: "Little Master, from the foot of the mountain to Simuguan, there are no villages on the entire mountain road!"
"If a village is found on this mountain road, it has only one identity..."
Yunsong's heart sank: "Beheading Village!"
After he said these three words, it was like three bullets hitting Wang Youde, making his fat body shiver three times in a row.
Yun Song said again: "You don't have any meat from the three animals anymore, do you?"
Wang Youde said in despair: "It's useless to have three kinds of animal meat. Little Master, this is a hurdle in our life!"
"If you have three animals, you have to burn incense and paper, and pray and beg, so that the beheading village will let people go. Look at the heavy rain today, how can you burn incense and paper?"
"This is God not giving us a way to survive!"
Yun Song looked grave and worried about Wang Youde's future.
As for his future, he isn't too worried. The beheading village only harms the living people. When the time comes, he won't be able to defeat the ghosts in the village, so he will join them again.
It's better to survive than to be miserable.
He already had the windshield coin in his hand.
It can be used immediately!
He said: "It's useless for us to turn back now, is it?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Wang Youde smiled sadly: "Ghosts bully the weak and fear evil. If the ghosts in the beheading village know that we are afraid, the end will only be worse."
"They will try every possible means to play tricks on us! Until they scare us to death!"
Yun Song patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't be afraid, otherwise, just stand here and don't move. Xiaodao will go to the village first to see what's going on and see if we can give you a chance to survive."
After saying this, he turned around and left.
After a few steps, Wang Youde gritted his teeth and followed:
"Xiao Zhenren, you are a real hero, but I, named Wang, am not a coward either!"
"These things that happen to me are all fate. I am supposed to die today, but I can't wait until tomorrow. If I am not destined to die today, it will be useless even if I, the King of Hell, come!"
"It's just a matter of death. If a person dies, the bird will face the sky, and if the phoenix faces forward, I won't be afraid anymore!"
Yun Song looked at him in surprise.
Do you want to be so tough? To be honest, you are not afraid of me!
He hesitated and handed the peach wood sword on his back to Wang Youde: "If there is a ghost later, this may be useful."
Wang Youde stroked the old peach wood sword and looked shocked: "What about you? Little Master, what should you do?"
Yunsong held the windlass head tightly and said nothing, but strode forward.
Wang Youde suddenly felt that today's rain was a bit salty.
It was already getting late at this time.
Under the cover of black clouds, the dusk fell.
The tired birds returning home flap their wings randomly and fly away in the rain.
Occasionally, a big bird flew over his head with a "quacking" sound, bringing more rain.
The Beheading Village is indeed a ghost village, and its space is virtual.
When the two discovered the village, they were still dozens of meters away from the village entrance, but within a few steps they arrived at the village entrance and saw the situation in the village.
This is a deserted village in the rain.
The village is overgrown with weeds and is dotted with houses. These houses are large or small, similar in style, simple and dilapidated.
The thin wall was originally made of mud mixed with gravel. After years of wind and rain, the soil fell off badly, leaving many messy stones exposed.
The two of them went to the first thatched hut outside and each became wary, but after walking around the hut, they didn't encounter anything strange.
But I discovered something strange.
This house has no door.
There are no windows either.
I just found an offering table on the north side of the house.
There is a Buddhist niche on the table.
There is an incense burner erected in front of the Buddhist niche.
Next to the incense burner was a pile of yellow paper that had become sticky from the rain.
The sky is dark and the rain is messy.
The inside of the Buddhist niche was dark, and Yun Song could not see what was inside.
He didn't want to see it either.
The weird thatched house and the weird altar table made Yunsong couldn't help but tremble after walking around the house.
Wang Youde also trembled when he saw this.
Yun Song comforted him and said, "Supreme Lord Fusheng, Wang Donor, you have misunderstood. The path is not trembling from fear, but from the cold rain hitting it randomly, making the path tremble with cold."
The situation in the house was very wrong, so he mustered up the courage to set foot on the village road and continue walking.
Wang Youde followed him closely.
There are more thatched houses at the front of the mountain road.
Yunsong walked quickly along the mountain road despite the wind and rain, and was horrified to find that all the houses were the same:
Old stone walls and dilapidated thatched roofs.
No matter how big or small the house is, there are no doors or windows.
There is always an offering table placed against the north wall.
There are always Buddhist niches, incense burners and yellow paper on the altar table.
All mountain villages are like this!
After discovering this, he shivered even more, so he first said to Wang Youde: "It's okay, this is probably the custom in the village and the custom in the mountains. There is nothing to be afraid of. Don't be afraid."
The village is quiet.
There is only the sound of rain falling on the ground.
The sound sounded a bit like something walking on tiptoes.
There was the sound of rain falling in all directions, and it sounded like there were crowds of things walking on tiptoes in all directions.
What is it?
There is no answer.
Because nothing terrible appears from beginning to end.
Yunsong took the lead, and the two of them walked through the village as fast as possible to the end of the mountain village.
The last house appeared before him.
Due to the poor lighting, Yunsong did not notice anything strange about the house at first.
But when he walked through the mountain village and approached the house, he found——
This house has doors and windows.
However, the doors and windows are half blocked by dirt and gravel...
In other words, other houses are not without doors and windows, but are blocked up.
What are they trying to seal in the house?
As soon as this doubt appeared in Yunsong's mind, a bolt of lightning suddenly passed by.
The gloomy mountain village suddenly became as bright as day.
Electric light shone into the house through the gap in the door and window. At this moment, Yunsong saw a pale white and a bloody red inside the house.
Bai means that the room is crowded with white paper figures.
Red means the walls are covered with red talisman paper.
The rainwater was blown into the house by the wind along the gaps, and then flowed out from the gaps, dark red in color.
"Wow!"
After the lightning disappeared, a shrill wail suddenly sounded in the house.
The black and cold wind blew out of the house, causing many paper figures to sway wildly, as if they were scrambling to get out!
Yun Song was frightened and subconsciously raised his hand to surrender to the enemy.
But something strange suddenly appeared in front of him:
The sweeping dark wind penetrated into his arms, and then there was a heavy feeling in his arms.
This feels quite familiar.
Debao Silver Coin is absorbing Yin Qi and giving him a reward!
All the Yin Qi fell into his arms, and the cold wind gushing in the room stopped abruptly.
Something wanted to pounce out, but then it slipped back in.
He had no time to take a closer look at the situation in the room, and now there was Wang Youde behind him.
Wang Youde performed well. He stood calmly at the back, holding the mahogany sword tightly, and there were blue veins on the back of his fat and white hands.
The other two lips twisted into marijuana flowers.
He couldn't comfort Wang Youde this time - he couldn't say that the cry was from the giant salamander, right? Could he still say that this house was used by the people in the mountains to raise the giant salamander?
He guessed that Wang Youde also saw the room full of paper figures.
Those paper figures are all pale, wearing white mandarin jackets and long gowns. They have all four limbs, except for their heads...
Very evil!
Fortunately, we have reached the end of the village by now.
Yun Song didn't want to commit suicide, so he didn't study the rewards offered by Debao Silver Coin, nor did he take any risks.
Just accept it when you see it!
When others are afraid, I am greedy; when others are greedy, I run away.
So he pulled Wang Youde and whispered: "Let's go!"
As the two of them walked quickly, a loud song came from far away in the wind and rain:
"Hi-"
"The west wind rustled along the Weishui River, and the leaves rustled in Chang'an. The heroes looked back at Beiman Mountain, and the tigers fought with the dragons."
Chapter completed!