I have long heard that there are many ghosts in the deep mountains and old forests who were wronged and killed. They are not allowed to leave because of their serious sins or are bound by certain things. The only way is to find a substitute. Some dead souls often transform into beautiful things.
To seduce those with low fire energy, they can escape and enter the Yin market when the substitute dies.
This kind of thing is called a ‘scapegoat’.
I think I encountered something similar when I was young. I still can't forget the big fish in the water. Could the smoke in front of me be caused by these two old guys?
These two old guys were sitting on a rock, looking at me and Lao Yi with stern eyes. Lao Yi and I stood on the pile of firewood like two fools, and we felt like we had been tricked by these two old guys.
The appearance of these two old guys looks like they are quite old. They should be as big as seven or eight sheets. They are both wearing tattered black cotton-padded jackets. The old man has a mustache and a felt hat.
The old lady's chin was a bit bulging, and she seemed to have lost all her teeth. Her gray hair was coiled on her head, with a small white flower stuck on it. Each of them was holding a cigarette bag and a pot, and they were smoking to their heart's content.
The old man was smoking and pulling flowers and bones from the smoke field next to him. It turned out that they were two old smokers.
Looking at these two old guys who seemed to be quite naughty, Lao Yi and I got very angry. He finally came out to relax and relax, but he didn't expect to be ruined by these two old beasts.
Lao Yi flexed his muscles and was about to go down and clean them up, but I seemed to have seen some clues, so I stopped him and said to him: "Be patient for a moment, something seems wrong."
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Lao Yi asked me a little strangely: "What's wrong? Are you still afraid that I can't beat these two old coffin bastards?"
I shook my head, of course not. With Lao Yi's physique, even the real Ji Yin Ji Sha couldn't kill him within two minutes. The reason why I stopped him was that I found the old lady smoking a big cigarette.
When I was walking, something seemed to be moving behind me. When I saw it, I saw that it was a tail.
I understood at that time that these were not two old scapegoats, but wild immortals practicing in this woodpecker hill! No wonder the old lady’s clothes looked familiar to me. Now that I think about it, it turns out that the old lady’s hairstyle and
The same style as the Huang Santai breasts I saw in high school.
So I said to Lao Yi: "These two are probably wild fairies, so it's best not to do anything."
Lao Yi was a little surprised. After all, this was the first time he had seen the wild fairies in the Northeast. But I was different. During the Chinese New Year, I even sent dumplings to Mrs. Huang Santai. I originally planned to leave like this, but pretended not to see these two old people.
Helping with food, but it seems a bit unreasonable to say this, and because of Mrs. Huang’s relationship, these fairy wild fairies are no longer evil in my mind. I suddenly thought of Black Mother’s cigarette pot and pot.
I know that Mr. Hu San is not efficient. It has been a few months and he should be recovered. I thought about it and asked these two old helpers. After all, this matter is related to the fate of our Sanqing descendants.
So I gave Lao Yi a wink, and we jumped down from the haystack.
The two old guys jumped down when they saw me and Lao Yi, and ignored us. They continued to smoke big cigarettes, as if they hadn't smoked in several lifetimes. They didn't know why this stuff was so good. People are addicted to big cigarettes.
Not to mention, it seems that this fairy is a good one.
Seeing these two old guys treating me and Lao Yi like nothing, I thought to myself, you two old beasts, what the hell are you? If I hadn’t hoped to get some information from you two, my little temper would have been long gone.
Draw a sword-pointing curse and blind you both!
I had no choice but to speak first. Fortunately, I understood the principle of going to a temple to worship the Buddha, so I said to these two old smokers with a bright face: "Oh~~My master is so titty~~Smoking that
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These two old guys were in a fog, and they were not too surprised to see that I was able to communicate with them. The old man gave me a sideways glance, then wrapped his cigarette holder again and squeezed out a sentence through his teeth.
, asked angrily: "Are you two from the south? The one from the south or the one from the north?"
The so-called "Hunyin people" refer to people from the White sect. I remember Uncle Jiu told me before that because this kind of profession comes from the folk, the names are different in different places, such as "Lamplighter" and "Eater of the underworld."
',' 'one who carries a white gun', 'those who are confused'. The south side and the north side refer to whether it is south or north of Shanhaiguan. As mentioned before, Shanhaiguan is a boundary of China, and the practice of teachers in the north and south is
They are all different, so I won’t go into detail here about the matter of Nan Mao and Bei Ma.
I thought to myself that although the "Sanqingshu" that Lao Yi and I studied should belong to Nanmao, we must not tell these two old gangsters. After all, they should also belong to Chuma Xian. As the so-called departments are different, they will definitely not tell
This is my business secret.
Fortunately, I have Mrs. Huang Santai as my backstage supporter, and my black nails are definitely genuine, so I hugged the two old smokers with great respect and deliberately exposed my black nails.
Showed it to them, and then said with emotion: "This junior is a disciple of Longjiang County, Qiqihar. He is a disciple of Huang Santai, the immortal family of 'One Knife Cut'. This junior is a new disciple this spring. His Taoist name is Marshal Ma. He has met two great immortals."
When Lao Yi heard what I said, he almost couldn't hold back his laughter. I quickly turned around and glared at him. When the two old guys saw me announcing my home, they first put the pipe aside.
When I saw my black nails, I knew that these things couldn't be fake, so they sat cross-legged on the stone. The old lady asked me: "What about him?"
I knew that I couldn't let Lao Yi speak, otherwise it would be easy for him to get involved, so I said on his behalf: "This is my friend. He went out in August last year and studied under Hu Qiye of Sun Island, Harbin. His name is Yi Debiao. Debiao
Brother, you haven’t met these two great immortals yet? I wonder what their surnames are?”
When Lao Yi saw what I said, he imitated me and bowed his hands to the two old gangsters.
The two old guys saw that we were quite polite, and they seemed to be very helpful. They seemed to have a convulsion, and smiled obscenely.
Seeing them in the city, I can tell that they are definitely not some wise wild immortals. You must know that among these horse immortals, there are some who are really capable and some who are ignorant, just like human beings.
The old man was as beautiful as anything. I guess no one has ever called them two immortals before. He held a pipe and a pot in his mouth and said repeatedly: "Easy to say, just call us Gray Immortals. Junior, why did you come here?"
You are here in the mountains, if you have any questions, just tell me, your grandpa, I will help you in any way I can."
This is exactly the benefit of flattery. It can be worn by thousands of people but never by flattery. It made us call them the Gray Immortals. According to the explanation of the font size, it seems that these two old guys are the big rats in the mountains who have become the climate. I have to admire me.
I can get information by saying a few words, so I asked these two old guys: "To be honest, I heard my wife talk about the loss of the magic weapon of the Dharma Protector Immortal a few days ago.
It’s been such a long time, but I don’t know if the magic weapon has been found yet?”
The two old guys saw me asking them about this. After thinking for a while, they said to me: "Seeing as you are also from the Ma family, I won't hide it from you. I haven't found it yet. The three guardian immortals are all here."
I'm so anxious about this matter. Have you two juniors noticed recently? The resentment in this world has become more and more serious, and there are more and more strange things happening. Alas, now we both have to go out and hide. I really can't bear to leave.
There’s so much smoke and dust.”
What does it mean when it says this? It is undeniable that after losing these hundreds of people, my chances of encountering ghosts have indeed increased. Within half a year, I have encountered them one after another. This should definitely not be an accident, but
What does it have to do with these two old rats whether the hundreds of people are complaining about it or not? And I asked them to say so, they did not change this big smokey land, and suddenly I felt a little unsafe here again, they
Uncle's.
I asked them: "I wonder if the two great immortals have any difficulties. Can you tell me and my two juniors about it? Also, I don't know who planted this poppy?"
These two old mice really didn't have much money, so they told us the reason. It turned out that they had been on this mountain before they became adults. There was a drought more than ten years ago, and all the birds and beasts on the mountain almost disappeared.
When they couldn't find anything to eat and were about to starve to death, a young man suddenly went up the mountain to open up land and built a shack to grow tobacco. Every morning, the young man would dump the leftover food not far away.
The two mice ate scraps of soup and survived the drought. Although the man didn't know it, the family immortals in the Northeast must avenge kindness and revenge. After a few years, they cultivated to Zhengguo and secretly protected this land.
Smoky land. Prevent it from being spoiled by wild boars and the like and prevent it from being discovered by others.
Decades later, the man was already middle-aged, but he still came here every year to grow tobacco. The two old rats who became Taoists also became addicted to tobacco. Until a few days ago, they also came here to plant tobacco.
I don’t know what happened, but suddenly the man died suddenly in front of the two old mice. The death was extremely horrible, and the two old mice didn’t even know how he died.
It should be said that sometimes monsters are indeed more righteous than people, and a drop of water will be exchanged for a spring of spring. The two old mice did not want their benefactor to die in the wilderness, so they went down the mountain overnight to entrust a dream to his family, telling them that he had already died.
After he died, let them collect the body. After watching his benefactor being buried, the two old mice came back here.
But they discovered that something was getting more and more wrong on the mountain. For some reason, the evil spirit was getting thicker and thicker, and the beasts on the mountain were becoming more and more violent. It seemed that they were affected by this evil spirit. A few days ago, one night
More than a hundred pheasants died in the meantime. Seeing that the mountain is getting more and more evil, and the two old mice are not good enough, this is obviously not something they can handle. Due to the intuition of the Hui family, they know
, if you stay any longer, you will not be able to protect yourself, so you have to give up this mountain and find a new dojo.
After listening to what they said, Lao Yi and I were very surprised. Damn it, we were almost on par with Kindaichi and Conan. Why did things happen wherever we went?
But what surprised me was not just the story about the evil mountain sect, because when I was listening to the two of them telling stories just now, I suddenly remembered that Zhen Fu said to Uncle Wen in the hut just before leaving Zhen's house,
Thinking about the death of his third son, I felt a cold sweat on my back. It couldn't be such a coincidence, right?
Thinking of this, I asked the old mouse: "Say, Gray Immortal, do you know the surname of your benefactor who went west? Can you tell us?"
Although my husband, the mouse, didn’t know why I asked it this question, in its eyes, I was probably the first person to call it Daxian, so it still liked me quite a bit, so it said to me:
"I know, that person's surname is Zhen and his first name is Zhen Ling."
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