Song Zheng thought for a while and then rubbed the words on the pillar.
Next to the stone pillar, there was a tattered earthen jar, with traces of black and blue flames emitting uneasily from inside. Song Zheng was very familiar with this kind of power: the soul of injustice.
Judging from the color and power response, Hou Yan imprisoned thousands of innocent souls inside.
However, this thing cannot be given to the Zhenshan Guards. Song Zheng would best deal with it himself.
He put the earthen jar away and looked aside, seeing an extremely gorgeous black wooden box.
The surface of the box is carved with complex patterns and studded with various gems. Several corners are covered with gold. The small box is covered with a layer of precious light.
Song Zheng was slightly stunned when he saw this box, because the pattern on the box is very rare. Commonly used carving patterns in the world include lotus pattern, paper pattern, swastika pattern, etc. The pattern on this box is a kind of flower.
, but it is rare in the world, and not many people can even recognize this flower.
Because this is a datura flower.
Song Zheng stretched out his hand and touched it lightly, and immediately recognized that the dark wood turned out to be the ten-yin dark wood. This kind of wood is very good at conducting the power of the underworld. It is said that it can build a bridge from the world to the underworld, but no one has ever done so.
Be able to collect enough to build this bridge.
He was even more curious about what was in the box. Xiao Zhen didn't tell him that he couldn't open the box. He picked it up with his finger and opened the lid. The various gems inlaid on it drew dazzling arcs of brilliance in the darkness, revealing
the contents inside.
A light blue butterfly with dark black patterns on its body lies quietly in the box.
Song Zheng was surprised: What is this?
Reckless insect?
Most of the powerful bugs are huge. Why is such a finger-sized butterfly placed so solemnly in such a luxurious wooden box?
When he looked carefully again, he realized that it was not a butterfly, but a moth.
The light blue color is the scale powder on the moth, and it is not lying quietly, but is nailed to the box by a very small and strange gold needle inserted from the back to the chest.
The dark pattern looks like a strange rune, but its meaning is unclear.
Song Zheng suddenly remembered something recorded in "The Bloody Clothes of the Demon God" and said in surprise: "This, this is the Ming Moth! Hou Yan is just a bandit leader, how could he have such a rare evil thing as the Ming Moth?"
He took another look to confirm that it was indeed the Hades moth, and then quickly closed the box.
Then, with the divine sword Zuilong hidden in his palm, he came out and said, "Where is Lord Du?" The captains quickly called Du Baihu over, and Song Zheng asked in a deep voice, "Ask the scouts, is there anything unusual around here?"
"Yes!" Du Baihu didn't know what happened that made Master Qianhu so nervous. He faithfully carried out the order and took out the homophonic bone talisman and asked one by one. A total of thirty-two scouts dispersed in eight directions.
Nothing was found at all.
Song Zheng heard with his own ears that the voices of these scouts were steady and unflustered, and he relaxed slightly: "Brothers, please be careful. This time, things may not be as simple as they seem."
"grown ups……"
"Just do it."
"As ordered." Du Baihu asked no more questions and went to make arrangements.
Song Zheng took a deep breath with a worried look on his face.
The underworld moth is said to be the only creature in the world that can cross the world of Yin and Yang. Even the servants of the Yin Si Yamen, Yama Luo and Yama Jun cannot do it. They can only live under the netherworld. Once they come to the Yang world, that is
Violate the rules of heaven.
As for the gods above the sky, they cannot go deep into the Netherworld. Once they enter the Netherworld, their strength is greatly reduced. They can command the Netherworld, but they cannot directly intervene. It is because of this scruple that the Nether Phoenix was able to follow the Netherworld.
Beneath the underworld rises up to the sky.
This makes the underworld moth even more mysterious. This kind of creature has been very rare since ancient times. At first, the monks just wanted to use the underworld moth to communicate with the underworld and the yang world, but then they thought: can they cross yin and yang?
Does it mean you can live forever?
If he dies, he just needs to fly back from under the netherworld.
Therefore, the temptation of immortality led the monks to capture Hades moths in an attempt to understand the secrets hidden in them. However, the originally few Hades moths were almost extinct.
Over the past thousands of years, the Hades moth has appeared very rarely, but every time it appears, it will inevitably cause a fierce battle. Although the predecessors did not succeed, every monk feels that he will be the "different" one.
If someone else can't do it, he or she may not be able to do it.
In the world of cultivation, there are many strong people who are nearing the end of their lifespan but have not been able to break through. Some of them are ancestors who hope for heavenly power; some of them govern the country and look up at the stars. These people all hope to have eternal life so that they can continue
Practice and pursue it.
When their lives are about to end, the strong men who are almost desperate will seize every opportunity. A dark moth is definitely a huge hope for them.
Song Zheng never believed that a bandit leader would carry a dark moth on his body for no reason. He also raised his Void God Town, shrouded the surroundings in the void at endless heights, and examined all dangers, but he also failed.
Nothing was found.
He went back to check Hou Yan's body, but there was nothing suspicious.
Half an hour passed, and the surrounding mountains and forests were peaceful. Song Zheng frowned, had he made a wrong judgment?
…
The four scouts in the northwest kept a distance of about thirty feet from each other in order to respond to each other and deliver messages.
The surrounding mountains are not high, but the forests are very dense. After Du Baihu contacted them with the homophonic bone charm, four scouts were still patrolling the surroundings. A skinny man about forty years old was riding a horse, with himself hanging on both sides of the saddle.
Knife bag.
He slapped a mosquito on his neck to death and cursed: "Mosquitoes can eat people in this wretched place like Xizhou."
Thirty feet away, my companion laughed loudly and said: "Old Dao, just be satisfied. I heard that in those extreme areas, mosquitoes are bigger than humans and can suck a cow dry in one bite."
A companion diagonally behind him laughed and joked: "Look at Lao Dao, he looks so dry, he must have been sucked dry by the Ruyi girl from Huanmianlou."
"Hahaha!" Everyone laughed together. Lao Dao was angry. He picked up a flying knife and shot it towards the companion who was making fun of him. When the companion lowered his head, the flying knife flew past his head with a whoosh and slashed with a whoosh.
On the trunk of the tree on the side, four fingers deep into the tree.
They often patrol together and are very familiar with each other. When they saw this force, they shouted: "Ouch, Old Dao, you are really angry, you are so harsh."
Usually when you make a joke, you only have two fingers to the point.
Another companion joked: "Lao Dao just proves to you that he has not been sucked dry, and is still a strong and powerful man."
Lao Dao snorted: "A bunch of vulgar people, Ruyi and I are not what you think."
"Hahaha!" The three of them laughed again. Suddenly, the person in the front suddenly raised his hand, and the four of them fell silent instantly.
Lao Dao and the other scouts who used crossbows took the initiative to retreat, and the two scouts who used swords came forward and hid behind the big tree.
Lao Dao had just found a position among several trees when the dry bark of an old poplar tree behind him shook, and he silently opened a strange light yellow eye.
Then a thin branch stabbed into Lao Dao's neck with a hiss, piercing his trachea. Lao Dao opened his mouth wide, with horror in his eyes, but could not scream. The light of life in his eyes gradually dissipated, and Lao Dao
The eyes on the poplar tree were closed, but something was injected into Lao Dao's body through the thin branch.
After a moment, the fire of life was rekindled in Lao Dao's dim eyes.
The branch was quietly withdrawn, with a trace of blood still on it.
The two companions in front breathed a sigh of relief and gestured to the back. It was a wild boar.
The other companion who was using a crossbow had his sight blocked by trees and did not see what happened.
"What a fuss." Gongnu cursed: "This is Xizhou. Although the place is not that good, it is within our territory after all. Besides bandits, what other dangers can there be."
He shouted in this direction again: "Lao Dao, let's go."
The new Laodao got used to the body, agreed in a vague voice, and then pulled the collar up to block the wound.
The two scouts in front shouted: "Lao Dao, what's wrong with you?"
"Ahem, it's okay. I accidentally swallowed a mountain bee just now and my throat feels a little uncomfortable."
"Hahaha." Several companions laughed together: "You are also an old Long Yiwei, and you are still so nervous?"
Lao Dao coughed twice, shrunk and stopped answering.
After the four people left, something gurgled from the old poplar tree to the ground, and then went in an unknown direction.
…
"Sir, there is news from the brothers in the east that the Mountain Guards are here." Du Baihu came to report. Song Zheng nodded: "Let us prepare to welcome the Mountain Guards."
"yes."
The Leopard Tao Guards had not been in formation for long when a burst of hearty laughter came: "Hahaha, Song Qianhu, I have long admired your name like thunder! You have given us Long Yi Guards face in Huzhou City."
Arriving before anyone else arrived, Qianhu Ma Daquan of the Zhenshan Guard was tall and fat. The official robe of the Long Yi Guard was originally very loose, but it seemed a little tight on him.
Behind him, followed the three hundred Zhenshan Guards. Their momentum was not bad. If it were not for Song Zheng, the Bao Tao Guards would have been ranked among the top five in Jiangnan. Jiangnan was actually the Five Prefectures and the Zhenshan Guards were almost the same.
Song Zheng walked up to him, clasped his fists and smiled: "Master Ma, it's been a hard journey."
"It's not hard work," Ma Daquan said with shame, "but it did drag Brother Song down. He came all the way to this inhospitable place to help me. How about it, all the Xiaoshan bandits were killed?"
"There is absolutely no fish that has slipped through the net." Song Zheng replied, and Ma Daquan raised his thumb: "The reputation is well-deserved!" Then someone asked seemingly casually: "There is a black wooden box on Hou Yan's body, has Mr. Song found it?"
"Found it." Song Zheng observed secretly: "But I can't give it to you."
"Why?" As expected, Ma Daquan's face was happy at first and then tense.
"Master Xiao will be here soon. He requested this by name."
"Oh? Mr. Xiao is coming, that's great." There was not much joy on his face, and Song Zheng knew it. He pointed in the direction of the capital: "Look, it's Mr. Xiao and Fan Zhenguo who are here."