Noticing the change in his expression, Leng Xuan couldn't help but ask: "Senior Yan, what's wrong?" Yan Chengfeng said: "Your elder hasn't come back for so long, I'm worried that it might be because of that." After hearing this,
Leng Xuan asked, "What's the reason?" Yan Chengfeng hesitated and replied, "It's a long story. If you have time, you might as well go to the Yan Valley with me." After hearing this, Leng Xuan
He immediately responded: "No problem." At that moment, under the leadership of Yan Chengfeng, Leng Xuan, Feng Lie and Feng Shang set off separately and galloped towards the Yan Valley.
After less than a day of running around, Leng Xuan and the others arrived in a relatively remote valley. In that valley, they saw springs and streams flowing, tall pines, lush vegetation, and beautiful scenery. And in the mountains and forests,
There are also more than ten wooden houses built, with chickens and dogs crowing, just like a paradise. Leng Xuan walked in the forest and asked: "Is this the Yan River Valley?" Yan Chengfeng nodded and said: "A thousand years ago, wars broke out in the secular world.
Therefore, many mortals who were persecuted by the war fled here and built houses here. Now after so many years, these secular people are still passed down from generation to generation and rarely enter the secular world." As they spoke, the four people had already arrived there.
In front of a group of wooden houses standing around, Leng Xuan looked around and found that among the wooden houses, there was a very conspicuous house. Directly above the house, three simple characters were engraved with the words "sacrifice to the temple". At this moment, the words "sacrifice to the temple"
The door was open, and people came in and out from time to time, kneeling and worshiping the gods. Seeing this, he couldn't help but said: "Are people here so superstitious?" Yan Chengfeng shook his head and said in a deep voice: "It seems that my guess is not wrong.
Sure enough, something happened."
As he said that, he walked directly into the sacrificial temple, and Leng Xuan and the others followed closely behind. After entering the sacrificial temple, they saw an old man in Taoist robes holding a peach wood sword and holding a peach wood sword.
The crowd danced with swords, murmured words, and lit a charm from time to time and threw it into an incense burner. Others knelt on both sides of the Taoist priest and kowtowed respectfully. After looking at it for a few times,
An elderly man finally noticed the arrival of Leng Xuan and the others, and hurriedly greeted them, asking: "Who are you?" Hearing this, Leng Xuan smiled and said: "Hello, old man, we lost our way in the forest.
I happened to see someone living here, so I came over to ask for some saliva."
The old man nodded and said, "Then come with me. Don't disturb Taoist Luo's practice." After coming out of the sacrifice temple, Leng Xuan and the other two followed the old man to a slightly dilapidated wooden house. After sitting down,
, the old man brought a few glasses of water and some food, placed them in front of Leng Xuan, and said: "Eat quickly, I will tell you how to get out after eating." Leng Xuan said a few polite words, and then asked: "Old man
, do you have the custom of worshiping gods here?"
Hearing his question, the old man sighed lightly, and then said with a depressed face: "In the past, our place has always had good weather and no disasters or diseases. However, recently, for some unknown reason, every night in the valley,
There will be strange noises. Moreover, every few days, someone will disappear for no reason. Because of this, everyone is panicked, so they asked Luo Taoists to open an altar to worship the gods, hoping to quell this disaster."