Chapter 123: The lone ape sits on the grave and crows on the moon
There is no end to the corpse field, only crumbling houses and scaffoldings are left, covered with dirty ink paper that was recently printed. When the wind blows, it turns into flying ghost butterflies in the sky, ready to attack people.
This is a dead printing and bookshop. Everything is frozen and seems to be slowly weathered by time.
In the dark bookstore, there are many figures who seem to be busy doing business, but if you look closely, they are standing still, doing many weird and indescribable postures.
In this indescribable looming situation, you can find these dead bodies with drooped, almost drooping heads, all looking sideways in the direction of the door.
He was staring at Jiang Wen.
If it were a person with poor mental endurance, suddenly being stared at by so many nearly decapitated zombies, he would probably collapse on the spot.
Fortunately, as the number of dead bodies and skeletons exceeded the norm, the fear at first sight turned into numbness, and the sight of the underworld was even vaguely regarded as a normal thing.
The theory of Huangquan Tufu has been around for a long time. It is said to "collect its body and examine its soul and spirit. Those who are good will be rewarded and can ascend to receive food and clothing from heaven. Those who are evil will be punished and be relegated to the ghosts of rivers, mountains and seas." The world of ghosts has also changed.
It has become the ordinary strictness of the world.
Jiang Wen looked at this scene and felt that the people who slept here had never mourned for themselves and could only make future generations sigh.
Judging from the specifications and shape, the building in front of you is not inhabited by living people. This building made of gray walls and blue tiles is clearly a hall for enjoyment, and it has Xumizuo, ring towers, towers, main tomb chambers, partition walls, and stone
The retaining walls have been carefully arranged, and even though they cannot be complete due to the narrow area, all the elements have been miniaturized and integrated without any loss.
But in the open space in front of this Minglou Hall, there are several small and shabby tombs scattered. The tombs on the tombs are broken, the sacrifices are rotten, and they seem to be struggling to support themselves in the cold wind and rain.
Willing to disperse.
"The deceased was buried outside the house, but why did he deliberately build such a palace in a strict manner?"
Outside the hall, there were several stone tablets embedded under the eaves. Jiang Wen wanted to use the moonlight to get closer to identify them, but suddenly he saw a figure flashing through the hall. He was wearing white clothes and a black hat, and his robe was folded. He moved like a ghost.
Jiang Wen quickly caught up with him with sharp eyes, and the two of them chased each other in the dark night.
The other party relied on his understanding of the topography of the Huangyuan Bookstore to repeatedly change directions, knocking down the roofs of book troughs to create obstacles, but Jiang Wen was able to keep crossing circles. Even though the distance of movement was longer than the other party, the distance between the two became wider and wider.
Coming closer.
As the distance got closer and they circled the hall twice, Jiang Wen could already see that the other party was thin and strong, moving hurriedly, and he was obviously worried about being caught up by him.
"Stop, I'm just passing by! Just answer my two questions and I'll let you go!"
Jiang Wen warned from behind, fearing that the other party would make some fatal move, but it was obvious that the other party did not intend to stop. The corpses pushed to the ground one after another were covered in blood, and the scene was a mess.
Seeing that the other party was unwilling to cooperate, Jiang Wen no longer hesitated. The ancient bronze sword at his waist was suddenly unsheathed. As he swung it out with one hand, the ancient sword flew into the distance with a dragon's roar and was nailed diagonally into a piece of wood.
among the pillars.
The sword unexpectedly stopped in the direction where the man in white clothes and black hat was about to turn.
At this time, if the man in white clothes and black hat refuses to stop and runs at the current speed and hits the sword blade, his body will be broken in two!
There was a roar, and the opponent couldn't dodge and fell into a pile of wood.
When the other party was helplessly caught by him, Jiang Wen saw that the man in front of him looked no more than thirty or forty years old, but his skin was wrinkled like an old man in his sixties, and his eyes shone even in the dark, staring at him insidiously.
.
This skill is rare and usually only possessed by tomb robbers.
"I've seen you."
Jiang Wen's grappling technique pierced the muscles and bones, leaving the other party with no possibility of breaking free, but the first words he spoke made the other party's indifferent expression darken.
"It was you who brought the dead body and pretended to be a ghost in Jip Lane to scare me!"
The other party's face twitched slightly, his hat was lowered, and his voice was hoarse and unpleasant.
"It turns out it was you who actually chased me from my home on Jipi Lane to here. But it's a pity that what you want is not in my hands..."
Jiang Wen frowned upon hearing this.
"The home in Jipi Lane? Are you the owner of Eryouzhai? In fact, I didn't chase you, I just happened to come here..."
Before Jiang Wen finished speaking, he was interrupted by a series of sneers from the other party.
"Don't lie to me. As the protector of the sect, I, Mr. Huang, naturally know that you are going to be doomed tonight. But no matter who sent you, I still say that. I only interact with the Holy Child Hongyang."
Jiang Wen was a little troubled by this stubborn attitude. He had no idea why the other party had such a bad attitude, but he still said patiently.
"If you think I lied to you, just lie to you, but I didn't come here to kill you. It was all because of my damn curiosity. Oh, by the way, the Hongyang Saint Boy you mentioned will not come back because he is already dead.
On Wuyi Mountain."
Seeing the shocked expression with dilated pupils, Jiang Wen continued to strike, "So, I personally think it is unlucky to say that you only associate with Hongyang Saint Child, and I suggest you change it."
The owner of Eryouzhai and Protector Huang of the White Lotus Sect looked at Jiang Wen with an uncertain expression, but still had a resolute attitude and said in a hoarse voice.
"What evidence do you have."
Jiang Wen scratched his head and thought about it seriously.
"He died on the Manting Peak of Wuyi Mountain because of the elixir. The demon book and body in his hand were not recovered. The eight generals of the shackles were also killed by me, but four of his Liujia generals were still alive.
, currently serves as the stone lion in our Wuyi sect..."
The owner of Eryouzhai was shocked and looked at Jiang Wen in disbelief.
"You are the leader of the Wuyi Sect?! I heard that Hongyang Holy Child and his party were imprisoned by you, and the sect even sent people to discuss redemption. How could you...how could you appear here!!"
Jiang Wen sighed.
"I don't want to be remembered by you because of this matter, but since you want to see me, I have no choice but to come uninvited."
The owner of Eryouzhai smiled sinisterly and tried to break free from Jiang Wen's grasp.
"Then you'd better let me go. Now all directions are gathered in Fuzhou City. Even I don't know how many people are here. If you act rashly, I guarantee you won't be able to leave Fuzhou City!"
"There is a flaw in what you said. With your current attitude of hiding your head and tail, it is obvious that even you don't dare to be discovered by the White Lotus Sect, right?"
Jiang Wen increased his strength and said pleasantly: "Even if they kill you now, whether they will avenge you or applaud you is still open to debate."
The owner of Eryouzhai was silent for a moment, and then suddenly said hoarsely.
"...Are you really not here to kill me?"
Jiang Wen shook his head harshly.
"If I want to kill you, do I still need to talk nonsense to you? And, ah, why do you always mistakenly think that someone wants to kill you? Is there such a possibility, I mean possible - for example, that you suffer from persecution delusion?
"
The owner of Eryouzhai smiled ugly, and his expression was full of sinisterness.
"Illusion? Ever since the blood Buddha statue was brought back to Eryouzhai, I knew that I was being targeted. Do you think it was a misunderstanding that my wife and children were robbed and killed when they left the city? Or is it a coincidence that the helpers in the bookshop died one after another? They want to drive me crazy.
Give them what they want, but I'm not that stupid..."
He shook his body crazily, "If I say it out loud, that will be the day I die..."
Jiang Wen sighed and looked at the gloomy scene in this ghost land.
"I thought that a murderous person like you would not be afraid of death. There are so many people cutting off their heads, refining their corpses, and performing evil rituals as sacrifices. This is not something that normal people can do."
The master of Eryouzhai looked at him tit for tat.
"The people I killed for the Vajra were all worthy of death, and I thought it was not time to die yet. This time, in addition to finding the blood Buddha statue, I also found out some very dangerous things, enough to set off a new round of chaos in the world.
It is a turmoil, so it must be handed over to someone trustworthy in the religion."
Jiang Wen pointed at himself with a shy face: "Don't be so narrow-minded. Ah, although I am not a member of the White Lotus Sect, I have always been honest and reliable. You can tell me!"
However, the owner of Eryouzhai just vented his anger through his nose, snorting and ignoring Jiang Wen's shamelessness.
He probably also figured out that he might be really unlucky and met a troublemaker who was a little mentally abnormal, so he would inexplicably not kill, release, or torture him, but only caught him and chatted with him.
"Okay, let's change the topic."
Jiang Wen continued with a normal expression, "Why did you run here to hide? Is there any difference between here and other places?"
The master of Eryouzhai still wanted to break free from the grasp, twisted his body very dissatisfied, and said confidently.
"This is Netherworld Alley, a place where a group of desperate people hide. Why can't I come in?"
After saying that, he took Jiang Wen back to the stone tablet and slowly explained, "Since a group of disabled eunuchs from the former Song Dynasty hid in, this alley, together with the Baby Tower outside and the Wanshi Yizhuang opposite, has become a
It’s a netherworld without humans or ghosts…”
Jiang Wen lowered his head in confusion and read the vague inscription. He discovered that the bottom corner of the stele had a small name, which had been carved and chipped several times before finally leaving
There are no traces of it, and it seems that even the name is ashamed to be engraved on it.
In front of his name, there was also a deliberately long list of titles.
Luo Xian, the official in charge of protecting the tomb of Muling in Song Dynasty Yong.