A group of crows make noise in the ancient trees, while the fire is half green and new ghosts cry.

Bai Yu was very happy. He had only heard human singing and acting before and had never seen a ghost show. He was very lucky. The song the ghost sang was good. It would have been better if it didn't tremble and tremble. It looked like a ghost crying. It's a pity that he didn't bring any paper money.

No rewards are allowed.

Lao Huixian corrected his mentality and began to watch operas. There was nothing to be afraid of.

No matter how scary these ghosts in the barren mountains are, there is still a huge snake monster that scares people. Legend has it that Wangjiaji was smashed to pieces by this monster with dark clouds. The ghosts are stronger than the giant snake.

They didn't dare to stop on the stage, and the ghosts around them didn't dare to move. Maybe they were being coerced for the first time.

In the past, mountain people would occasionally go into the mountains and be attracted by the stage, but their vitality would be severely damaged even if they did not die. Who would have thought that the wind and water would turn around, and dozens of ghosts would be too frightened to move.

Bai Yu didn't bring melon seeds, but luckily there was only a lump of salt left.

"Swish, swish, swish"

There is nothing in the world that makes a snake happier than licking salt. A mouthful of salt is better than drinking fine wine, watching an opera and eating snacks. The most important thing is that it does not cost any money.

After a long time, an old woman with yellow hair came out from behind the stage, looked at Bai Yu, and walked over timidly.

"I've met my seniors, please let me go."

The old woman knelt in front of Bai Yu and did not dare to raise her head. Bai Yu put away the salt blocks and got down to business.

It's just Huang Daxian, a kind of unique spirit who somehow managed to come to this place to practice. Speaking of which, Hu Changhuang is relatively close and is considered an old acquaintance.

"Get up and talk."

"Thank you, senior."

The yellow-haired old woman bent over and stood up, lowering her head and not daring to move. It was just a weasel spirit with low magic power, and it could not afford to offend this great god who came to watch a ghost show in his spare time.

"What's going on with that haunted manor in the mountains? You're considered a native here, so you must know something."

Listening to the opera is just a way to see the show, but it is true to get to the bottom of it.

"Back to my predecessors, there is a fierce ghost living in the village. He has been practicing for more than a hundred years and calls himself the ghost king. He rules over the ghosts in a county. Even the little ones have to pay tribute every year in exchange for peace."

"Ghost King"

Bai Yu sneered, which ghost king would live in the Central Plains? Those who can claim the title of king are all great masters in the transformation stage. How can such a being stay in this place and attract attention? Are you not afraid of being transformed? It is probably a more powerful ghost. There is no one in the mountain.

Tigers and monkeys are kings, and they are not ashamed to speak loudly. If they don't have the life to dominate, they will easily die.

"Young man, I heard that there are evil cultivators haunting the manor. They must be sneaking around and doing no good deeds."

"There are several ghosts in total."

"In addition to the Ghost King, there are also a group of little ghosts who occasionally come out of the village. The little ghosts are slightly more capable than me."

Waving his hands, the weasel spirit bowed his head and retreated.

Bai Yu secretly thought to himself, as expected, he guessed right before. There are really evil cultivators in this place. Demon cultivators practice magic skills and are cruel and bloodthirsty. Evil cultivators cultivate ghosts and raise zombies. It is difficult to treat these two kinds of people as good people. Let me ask, one day

You suddenly see the remains of your ancestors who have passed away long ago being driven by others. The meeting is so awkward and the scene is extremely touching.

The ghost who has been here for many years must be very rich. The five taels of silver that the people paid will go to Huixian. I don't want a penny but only want the loot. Well, that's it.

The ultimate combination set out again, heading straight to the ghost village in the mountains with the help of the moonlight.

The lonely wild ghosts listening to the play are too lazy to pay attention to them. They are just wandering souls with unfulfilled wishes in the upper world. They are the big ones in Zhuangzi. Only by killing the evil ghosts can you earn merit.

The strange thing is that Huixian never mentioned going back again.

"Master, aren't you afraid?" Bai Yu asked curiously.

"Afraid."

“Why go even more?”

"As the saying goes, who will go to hell if I don't? I am willing to transform the evil ghosts and restore peace to the world. Please don't let the evil ghosts escape and harm others."

"Uh, don't worry, you can't run away."

Bai Yu admired him very much. He was a real eminent monk. He was more genuine than those monks who wore gold cassocks, burned expensive sandalwood and read ancient scriptures. He was willing to enter a ghost cave for five taels of silver. He was awesome.

In fact, Huixian feels that this big demon is very powerful anyway, and there is nothing that can be done about mere ghosts. There are snake demons in everything, so we can just chant sutras and watch the trouble.

The little stone yawned again and again, and the child couldn't stand being sleepy.

Huixian hung the bamboo basket carrying a small stone on the cobra, and then put the child into the bamboo basket behind him.

Afraid of mosquito bites, I picked banana leaves and covered the bamboo basket, and the small stones inside slept soundly.

Late at night.

The moonlight was light blue. Bai Yu put the horizontal knife on his back, holding a blade of grass in his mouth. He hung his hands on the scabbard and swayed as he walked. When walking, he inevitably swayed the snake skin from side to side. Behind him was Hui Xian, who was carrying a bamboo basket.

One step, a firm step, and finally a cobra with a small bamboo basket on its head, bumping against the big tree from time to time.

Walk along the rugged mountain road in the valley for a long time, bypassing the dead woods.

Suddenly there was a light in front of me.

"Tsk tsk, generous"

After spitting out the grass blades, Bai Yu looked at the manor gate with the big red lantern hanging in front of him and sneered. Zhuangzi was hiding in a withered and decaying forest. The vermilion gate had a high threshold and the red lantern hung high. In the Zhuangzi, the drums and drums were singing in unison, and the laughter seemed to be like warblers.

All ghosts like to make trouble. The wild ghosts in the deserted graves watch the paper figures singing, and the festivities in the village are even more lively.

The God of Hui Xian is here, taking out the wooden fish in his hand, and he has the tendency to chant sutras whenever he disagrees.

"Come on, let's go in and take a look. Look at my eyes and chant sutras to transform evil things."

"Good."

The ultimate group walked to the door and Huixian knocked on the door, but Bai Yu took the lead and kicked her hard.

boom

The door was kicked with dust and crumbled, causing the drumming and laughter inside to stop abruptly. The small stones in the bamboo basket behind Huixian yawned and continued to sleep.

"Come on, come on, which god has such a bad temper?"

squeak

The door opened, and Bai Yu was stunned when he saw the woman. How should I put it? The woman was charming. She only wore a translucent gauze skirt that exposed half of her shoulders. Her arms and legs were exposed. She was white and tall, with a strange hair ornament on her head.

The swaying movement of her bare feet moves people's hearts, and her makeup is even more beautiful than that of a brothel girl.

The woman was stunned when she saw the group outside the door. A monk, a girl, and a snake.

The Luo fan was gently swaying in his hand.

"Oh my Majesty, it's so wonderful that you are here. Please come in, please."

Bai Yu walked up to the woman with a horizontal knife in his hand, raised his hand and pinched her chin, looked up and down, and teased this charming beauty like a frivolous playboy.

"Tsk tsk, it's still real leather."

"Miss, don't be impatient. Come in first and have a glass of warm wine."

"OK."

Bai Yu, who was dressed in black, raised his feet and stepped through the threshold, leisurely admiring the scenery of the manor. Old Huixian at the door kept saying "don't look at indecent rudeness" and followed him in, making the woman laugh.

The cobra with its bamboo basket head couldn't see the way and banged against the door.

The sound of drums started up again, the melodious sounds could not be heard without end, and the house was filled with the joyful laughter of orioles and swallows.

clang

The door was slammed shut, and Old Huixian was startled and hurriedly walked a few steps to follow the snake demon. He knew that no one in this manor was a ghost, and besides, the woman was not allowed to look at her scantily clad clothes.

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