The Luo family did not expect that their good deed would turn into such a disaster, but in order to protect themselves, they had to sacrifice Luo Yue.
In the end, Luo Yue's biological parents couldn't bear their daughter falling into the devil's cave, so they secretly sent Luo Yue out of the county and asked Luo Yue to go to the capital of Truffle Country. If they could successfully avoid the disaster and have the opportunity to enter other sects, it would be a good thing. Luo Yue
The crisis at home can be alleviated. If not, never come back.
That's how we met.
Of course, Luo Yue didn't mention a word about what happened in Heijiao Village.
The reason was explained eloquently, and everyone had different expressions.
Su Yaqiu and Shuanglu naturally sympathized with each other, holding Luo Yue's arms and sharing the same hatred.
The coachman surnamed Fang and the old scribe, who had already seen all kinds of things in the world, had calm expressions.
The driver driving the Huoyun Horse seemed to be out of touch with others. He sat alone in the car and ate silently from beginning to end.
As for Xi Zhong, he has already seen this girl's profound acting skills and has no doubts about whether these words are true or false.
However, everyone was indeed less wary of Luo Yue.
After resting, move on.
In the afternoon.
In a small town called "Black Earth Town", two men in blue shirts riding high on horses blocked the way of the beast carriage.
One is young and the other is middle-aged. They have similar faces. It seems that even if they are not father and son, they should be relatives in the clan.
The old scribe and the coachman named Fang got out of the car and talked.
Turns out they were still acquaintances.
One of the middle-aged men in green shirts said with a smile: "Based on the previous journey, Brother Fang and Mr. Zhao should have arrived at Heitu Town at dusk yesterday. Song'er and I were already waiting here yesterday, but we didn't see them after waiting all day.
The figure, no, it’s here again today, I can’t miss this opportunity to invite guests.”
The old scribe smiled and said: "I encountered an accident on the way yesterday, and it took me a lot of time. Otherwise, I should have met Brother Bai long ago."
After that, he followed two men in green shirts and settled in the town.
Only this time, we did not settle in an inn, but in a villa named "Huang Ming", which had the same name as Huang Mingzong.
The reason why I chose the name Huang Ming is that the middle-aged man in front of me is the owner of Huang Ming Villa. He was a registered disciple of Huang Ming Zong in his early years. His name is Bai Yuanyuan. His realm is actually not high. He is only at the first level of Foundation Establishment Realm.
The young man next to him who is also wearing a green shirt is his son, named Bai Song. He has no talent for monasticism and is just a martial artist.
The owner of the villa has a good relationship with the old scribe and the coachman named Fang.
When the noble and gorgeous beast carriage entered the town, I originally thought that it would attract the strange looks of the people like it did in Peach Blossom Town, but in fact it was wrong. The people of this black earth town only glanced at these two beast carriages.
, and no longer pay attention.
But what is a bit strange is that the faces of these people are actually coated with a kind of black dust, making their faces look dark, and their expressions are indeed a little numb. If they walk at night, it will indeed be a bit scary.
Shuanglu put down the curtains, tugged on her lady's sleeves, and whispered: "Miss, why do I think this town looks so creepy..."
Luo Yue nodded, "I think so too."
After her spiritual power was sealed, Luo Yue was no different from ordinary people. After entering this small town, she could even feel bursts of chill coming from under the cotton pad.
Su Yaqiu shook her head and said with a smile: "Since Uncle Fang will choose to settle here, nothing should happen."
Inside the fire cloud carriage.
Facing Xi Zhong's question, the old scribe whispered: "The reason why this black soil town is called black soil town is because there is a black soil flat head mountain to the west of the town. The soil on the mountain is all black, and the people's faces are covered with black ash."
It is taken from this mountain, and it is said that when applied on the face, it has the effect of exorcising evil spirits and avoiding disasters."
Xi Zhong smiled and asked: "Is this black soil really so magical?"
The old scribe shook his head and said with a smile: "This is just a custom passed down from generation to generation in the small town. The old man has used these black soils to look at them carefully. They are just ordinary soils and have no effect at all on exorcizing evil spirits and avoiding disasters."
Xi Zhong smiled and nodded.
Finally arrived at Huangming Villa
Huangming Villa is built in a natural mountain col not far from the town. It is surrounded by mountains and has beautiful scenery. It can overlook Baitu Town and the black soil Pingtou Mountain in the distance.
The villa is in the east and the black soil is in the west, echoing each other from afar.
This situation...
Why did Xi Zhong feel so familiar? It turns out that when he was in the Huangling Ghost Town, he also encountered the yin and yang taking care of each other.
Immediately Xi Zhong shook his head, hoping that he was worrying too much.
…
On the black-soil Pingtou Mountain in the distance, an old man wearing tattered robes looked towards Huangming Villa. Next to him stood an altar made of white mud. On the altar, lay the corpse of a woman who had died tragically.
The old Taoist smiled slightly and said, "Please enter the urn."
…
After dinner, Xi Zhong and the old scribe stood on a building in the villa and looked at Heitu Town in the distance.
The afterglow in the west reflects on the black soil and mud slopes, and the contrast between red and black is very strange.
Xi Zhong smiled and asked: "Don't you think this town is a bit weird, sir?"
The old scribe stroked his beard and smiled and said: "It's normal for you to think it's weird when you first come here. When I first entered this Black Earth Town, I sent people to check it out on the Black Earth Mountain. The result was just unfounded worries. Now it's over.
In the past four or five years, this town has lost some of its human touch at best, and it can be said to be weird, but there are all kinds of weirdness in the world, so this reasonable weirdness is still acceptable."
Xi Zhong put his hand on the railing and stared at the gradually setting sun, "I once saw this passage in a folklore book, 'The rising sun rises in the east, sets in the west, one yin and one yang, the ghost nest is prosperous'
, roughly speaking, the two mountains of Yin and Yang confront each other, and the area in the middle is the most suitable for cultivating ghost nests. If there are monks or ghost kings operating in the middle, this black earth town seems to just fit the sentence in the book. Didn’t the old gentleman have any doubts?"
A voice suddenly came from behind, "Of course I have doubted it."
The coachman surnamed Fang walked to the railing, stood side by side with the two of them, and said in a deep voice: "But what does this have to do with us? We are just passing by. If there is really a monk causing trouble, as long as we are not messed with, according to the rules on the mountain, well water does not offend the river,
We have no reason to take action. Besides, I have personally investigated and found that there is nothing unusual except that the yin energy is indeed strong. Besides, in the past, Xishan was the sunset point in the region, so it was normal for the yin energy to be heavier."
Xi Zhong asked: "Aren't there any villains who are looking at us this time to cause trouble?"
The old scribe smiled slightly, "Yes, yes, we are not stupid, how can we not make preparations?"
"oh?"
The driver surnamed Fang and Xi Zhong had become somewhat familiar with each other these past two days. He said calmly: "You just need to feel at ease and go with me. You don't need to worry about other matters."
None of these people know the true background of Xi Zhong.
It seems that the young man from Huang Mingzong did keep the secret for Xi Zhong.
Xi Zhong blinked and said, "Okay, a lazy guy like this guy can't get enough of this."
The old scribe couldn't help but say, "Don't you monks practice three times a day? Don't be lazy just because you are traveling."
Xi Zhong chuckled and said: "Old sir, your chess skills are not very good, but your preaching skills are top-notch."
Speaking of this, the old scribe stared blankly, "I have just touched the threshold. When I study this backgammon thoroughly, I will definitely beat you to a pulp."
The driver surnamed Fang looked puzzled, "Backgammon? What is Backgammon?"
…
Night falls.
On summer nights, there should have been a lively scene of frogs croaking and insects chirping, but there seemed to be no such scene in this black earth town. The surroundings were as quiet as a secret room, and the crops that should have been green turned black.
Green color.
There are no beasts roaring in the mountains, and there are no fireworks in the world.
The houses were all closed and pitch black, with not even a basic lamp burning.
If anyone were to explore these houses, they would be extremely surprised.
Because the people in the house did not sleep peacefully, but closed their eyes tightly, stood upright, with pale faces lifeless, and walked around the house with their heads down, without a sound of footsteps, as if their souls were out of their bodies and sleepwalking around.
It's just past midnight.
On the black-earth flat-top mountain, the surrounding Yin Qi became more and more powerful, rushing toward the altar on the top of the mountain, all pouring into the corpse of the woman who died in a miserable state.
The body of the woman who had "missed" half of her cheek was shaking.
The old Taoist priest next to him, who had been closing his eyes to meditate, opened his eyes in an instant, gathered his spiritual power in his palms, kneaded the secrets with his fingers, and shouted in his heart, "Yin-Yang Ghost Exorcism Secret, start!"
The "woman" opened her eyes instantly!
Seeing that the corpse opened its eyes and entered the state of "die with eyes open" that he wanted, the old Taoist priest poured spiritual power into his hands, tearing the "woman" out of thin air, and a ghostly shadow with a strong yin energy rose from the "woman"'s body.
As he stood up, a shrill sound echoed around him.
The ghost figure was torn apart and stood up, as if in great pain, wailing and struggling.
The old Taoist priest had an expressionless face. No matter how wailing the ghost was, he still operated with a secret method, focusing all the surrounding Yin energy into the ghost that looked like a woman.
The old Taoist priest took out a piece of black talisman paper with the word "resentful killing" and the word "edict" written on it from his arms, and waved it casually.
The two talismans merged into the wailing ghost shadow.
"I hate it!!"
The female ghost suddenly howled.
The old Taoist priest sneered, "Hate, who do you hate? What do you hate?"
"I hate all the heartless men and foxes in the world! I hate all the false and deceitful marriages in the world!"
The old Taoist priest narrowed his eyes, and the spiritual power in his body suddenly emerged, and said calmly: "Hate is useless."
The female ghost said crazily: "Then kill him!"
The old Taoist priest smiled slightly and said, "That's very good."
At the foot of the mountain, four people looked at each other.
One of the young monks gave a thumbs up, "As expected of an old senior, he actually turned a small town into a ghost nest, and then gathered the resentment of hundreds of ghosts to refine the corpse of an unjustly killed woman into a ghost king. If it were me who fell into the ghost nest,
There is no way to escape, such a skill is really clever!"
His attitude was so exaggerated that he almost wanted to regard the old Taoist as an object of worship.