Today, my face is covered with messy hair, my body is covered in blood and dust, and I am as embarrassed as a bereaved dog. Isn’t it just like a kid?
The anger in his heart turned into desolation before it could rise. Fang Qidao staggered a few steps forward and looked at the ancient house with the door closed, his eyes just flashing.
He flew up and climbed into the wall under the gaze of everyone's surprised and strange eyes.
"Ha~"
"Another one who doesn't know how to live or die."
"You dare to break into Ghost Villa, you're an idiot who doesn't know how to live or die..."
Under the lanterns swaying like will-o'-the-wisps, dozens of people had different expressions, some were calm, some were sarcastic, some were shaking their heads, and some were indifferent.
But no one stopped me.
There was a young monk who wanted to say something, but the old monk beside him held his arm and shook his head, signaling him to be silent.
"You can't stop it."
The old monk glanced briefly at the gloomy ancient house, and just as he was about to close his eyes, something suddenly happened in his heart.
The rest of the people seemed to be aware of it and looked around one after another.
Outside the deep valley, there was a howling wind, and a man came on horseback holding a bow. Even though he was dozens or even hundreds of feet away, he could still feel the cold and sharp edge.
"Another one?"
Some people were surprised and said to themselves.
"What the hell is this place?"
The moment he stepped into the deep ravine, Yang Yu was shocked. He reined in his horse and stopped, looking past the dozens of people in the open space and looking at the gloomy house that looked like a haunted house.
One step difference.
Before stepping into the deep valley, everything was as usual, but the moment he stepped into the valley, a chill ran down his spine, and an indescribable aura instantly made him feel like he was facing a formidable enemy.
"Yang Prison?"
Suddenly, someone shouted in surprise.
Yang Yu came back to his senses instantly and looked at the surprised little monk in the corner with a startled look on his face:
"It's you?"
He was a skinny little monk, and beside him was an even skinnier old monk.
But it was the old monk Hui'an who had met once before, and Liu Qingqing, of course, the young monk now named "Su Ming".
"Yang, Donor Yang. No unauthorized entry into this house is allowed."
Seeing Yang Yu looking towards the house, Su Ming's expression tightened slightly, as if he didn't know that he was here to chase the man from before.
"Thank you for reminding."
Yang Yu got off his horse and led Longma, who became trembling with fear, towards the open space. He glanced over and looked at the others.
What surprised him was that among these people, there was actually an acquaintance.
Although he was disguised and even lowered his head to cover his face, how could he hide it from him?
"Can everyone escape from Jinyiwei's prison? Or is there something wrong with Qitou as well?"
Yang Yu was thinking in his heart.
He did not choose to rush into the house directly, although he knew that Fang Qidao must have rushed into it, but he could also see something from the expressions of these people.
That is, that ancient house is very dangerous.
"It's been less than a year since we last parted, and donor Yang's martial arts have improved again..."
Seeing Yang Yu approaching, old monk Hui'an put his hands together and recited a Buddhist chant in a low voice, feeling a little moved in his heart.
The others couldn't see anything, but he could see clearly.
The bloody defeated dog before was actually a great master.
"Slight progress, how can it be worthy of the master's praise?"
Yang Yu looked around and his eyes fell on the ancient house that gave him a chill:
"May I ask Master, what is so special about this house?"
There are many experts in the open space.
Apart from this unfathomable old monk, there were a few people among them who made him feel dangerous.
It goes without saying that such a master must have a purpose for guarding this deep mountain and old forest, and it must be related to this house.
"It turns out to be Mr. Yang."
Before the old monk could speak, someone not far away seemed to recognize Yang Yu. He cupped his fists and said with a smile on his rich face:
"This house is called Ghost Villa..."
The fat man laughed and spoke very quickly.
This house was discovered by a group of herb collectors, but a heavy rain caused the valley to collapse. The house is located in the mountain, but what is surprising is that.
Although this house is old, it was not damaged by the mountain collapse.
"...Most of the group of herb collectors were killed or injured, and the few who survived said they had encountered ghosts and seemed to be crazy. Not long after they returned, they were all killed.
It’s really a very dangerous place.”
When the fat man said this, his tone paused and then he said:
"As for what's inside, you have to ask the master. He has come all the way, so he probably knows a lot about this place."
As soon as he finished speaking, the eyes of everyone present fell on the old monk.
There is fear and suspicion.
"Who are you?"
Yang Yu suddenly spoke, his cold eyes falling on the fat man.
The fat man's face froze, and his smile couldn't be stretched:
"My dear, Wang Fu..."
"Wang Fu?"
Yang Yu's thoughts changed and he didn't seem to have thought of such a person, but many of them seemed to be headed by this fat man...
"Amitabha."
At this time, the old monk Hui'an recited a Buddha's name in a low voice, then looked up at the gloomy night without stars or moon, and said slowly:
"You think you have made up your mind to know?"
In a year, there are not a few people who come to this deep valley, but those who have the perseverance to stay until now must be thoughtful people who know something.
"It's hard to persuade a damn ghost with good words, whatever, whatever..."
Thoughts arose in his mind, and the old monk spoke. The first sentence he said was to Yang Yu:
"Given the character of Donor Yang, if he pursues the murderer here, he won't turn back if he doesn't see the body, right?"
"good."
Yang Prison nodded.
Although this house is weird, Fang Qidao has many ways to save his life, so it may not be impossible to escape from this house.
You know, he took the initiative to escape here.
Of course, the most important thing is that Yang Yu has also become interested in this house.
He also recalled the indescribable aura at this time. The aura on Ji Longshan's body before he died that day was very similar to this.
This is not the breath of Dao Fruit, but more like the breath of 'ritual'.
Is someone holding a ceremony in this house?
"In that case..."
Hui An nodded and said calmly without any more advice:
"This house is not a good place, or even a creation of this world. It is very different from ordinary civil buildings. Its breath hurts the body, essence and blood. Not to mention stepping into it, even if it is slightly closer, it will be harmed...
"
"Isn't it a creature of this world?"
Yang Yu's eyelids twitched, and he scanned the rest of the people with his peripheral vision. It seemed that this group of people had already expected it, and there was nothing surprising about it.
"Yes, this house comes from other places. In terms of Buddhist scriptures, it comes from the 'Buddha Realm', and in terms of Taoism, it comes from the Immortal Realm..."
Hui An spoke slowly, as if teaching to his disciples:
"Of course, some people call it the 'Heaven and Sea Realm'!"
Tianhai Realm!
After hearing these words, the expressions of everyone present changed. Although they were restrained, they did not hide from Yang Yu's perception.
"This group of people actually know about Tianhai Realm..."
Yang Yu's heart sank slightly.
As long as it is known, it must not become a secret, he knows very well.
If the Tianhai Realm exists for a long time, it will definitely be known to many people. However, if it were not for the old man, with his previous identity, he would not be able to access the secrets of the 'Tianhai Realm'.
Do these people actually know?
"Master, is this house really from the Tianhai Realm?"
Someone spoke.
This man, wearing a big cloak, had no face, and sat alone in a corner and had never spoken. When he spoke now, he immediately attracted a lot of attention.
"Maybe not."
Hui'an didn't finish his sentence, and didn't care about being interrupted. He responded calmly and continued:
"The bricks, stones, and wood are things that the old monk has never seen in his life, but they are consistent with some rumors in the Buddhist scriptures. It is speculated that they come from the upper world, so they should be good."
'Heavenly Sea Realm...'
Yang Yu held the long bow tightly and his breathing changed slightly.
He has really been to the Tianhai Realm. After returning, he also specially collected rumors and legends about the 'immortal world', 'Buddha Realm', 'Heaven Realm' and so on.
He discovered that if it were assumed that the legendary places where gods and Buddhas lived really existed, then the Tianhai Realm would most likely be such a place.
But how can things from the Tianhai Realm appear in this world?
"Speculation?"
Some people couldn't help it:
"Old monk, don't talk nonsense if you don't know! This Ghost Villa comes from the Netherworld of the upper world. It is said to be a place where ghosts and gods suppress evil spirits.
The markings in the Taoist canon are very clear!"
Many of them have been here for more than half a year, and they have the most sensitive minds. When they heard the speculation, they immediately became unhappy.
Immediately, someone interrupted the old monk.
"In the 84,000 years of Tianyuan's history, demons have entered the world, breathed out their anger, and caused all kinds of killings. The city god reported it to the underworld, asking for the help of ghosts and gods to suppress it in the 'Evil Demon Mountain'!"
"This Xie Mei Mountain is here. Later, due to the operation of the earth dragon, it was merged into the Changliu Mountain Range!"
"You, an old monk, always hesitate to talk about a sentence, and it really makes me sick!"
The rough voice came from a burly woman eight feet tall.
This woman is wearing a close-fitting bunt, and her strong body cannot be concealed. It is obvious that she must be a highly accomplished person.
And this person was the master who made Yang Yu aware of the danger.
Among the ten people in the clearing, apart from the unfathomable old monk, she was perhaps the strongest.
"It's so refreshing for Aunt Su to come!"
When the woman opened her mouth, people naturally responded.
"Go away, motherfucker! Who do you call an old bastard with death spots on his face?"
When Aunt Su heard this, she became furious. The person who agreed with her was so full of saliva that she backed away in embarrassment, not daring to speak to her again.
"The female donor is right."
Being contradicted in this way, Hui An was not angry at all, rather he felt like he was revolting:
"The old monk has been reading Buddhist scriptures for a long time, and his words are inevitably a little mysterious. He is not as simple and direct as the female donor. This ancient house is indeed a place to suppress evil spirits. However, it is not the ghosts and gods who suppress this beast, but my Buddhist protector.
!”
"laugh!"
Aunt Su sneered, too lazy to debate the issue with him, and said straight to the point:
"In this case, if there are ghosts and gods in this ghost villa, I can take them. If they are Buddhist things, it's up to you to dispose of them. How about that?!"
"Um?"
Hearing this, the old monk was fine, but how could the others be so patient?
"Su Jing! If you say this, where will you put us?"
"You want to take it all to yourself, but you can't even think about it!"
Zheng!
The cold white light flashed past, and then landed heavily. The blade touched the ground, making an astonishing thunder, and a large wave of air suddenly rose and struck towards everyone.
boom!
The air waves were like substance. Once they collided, everyone took a step back, their faces turned pale and ugly, but they all closed their mouths.
This woman's martial arts skills are extremely high and she is very capable, but she may not be invincible.
However, at this time, even the shadow of the baby is not seen. Who is willing to fight to the death with this crazy woman?
"I eat meat and you drink soup. Does anyone else have any objections?"
Thick air spurted out from his nostrils. Su Jing held a big knife in his hand and glanced at everyone with cold eyes. His words suddenly stopped and he looked at Yang Yu, the only one in the air wave who did not retreat:
"Yang Prison, right? I went out to do shopping the day before yesterday. I seem to have heard of a person like you. It is said that Wu Changshan, Duan Fei and others from Changliu Mountain were killed by you?"
Gently flicking his sleeves and robe, blowing away the smoke and dust, Yang Yu looked cold:
"How is it?"
"Okay! Good boy!"
Su Jing stared at it for a long time, then suddenly smiled.
Yang Yu didn't pay much attention to her stabbing on the ground, but her smile made his hair stand on end.
"I have always looked down on those thieves in Changliu Mountain. If you can kill those old turtles, I will like you. In this case, it's not a bad idea to share a piece of the pie with you."
Su Jing drew his sword in his hand and strode towards Ghost Villa without even looking at the others.
squeak~
Almost at the same time, in the dark night, there seemed to be wind movement, and the moon appeared above the deep valley. Looking towards the villa, I saw the door that had been closed for a long time.
I don’t know when, a crack has been opened!
"opened!"
"The door is finally open!"
If the door is not opened, whoever enters will die.
When the door opens, it naturally means that the time has come.
Seeing that the door was wide open, everyone could no longer hold it in any longer. When Su Jing went in with his knife, they all took out the prepared torches and lit them.
He approached cautiously and entered one after another.
"Amitabha! The time has come. Please help me to go in."
The old monk Hui'an recited the Buddha's name, stood up slowly with Su Ming's help, and walked towards the ghost villa with its door gradually opening.
Su Ming remained silent. Before entering the door, he glanced at Yang Yu and walked in with a complicated expression.
"Death for money? Are you really so brave..."
Yang Yu glanced at Longma, who was becoming more and more restless, and slowly approached, caressing the wooden door. His tentacles were bitingly cold, and he looked inside along the crack in the door.
At this moment, given his current state of mind, he was a little unable to control himself.
black!
As thick as ink!
My eyesight, which has long been able to see the night like day, can only barely see some things, which are blurry and weird.
This house is surprisingly small.
It's so small that you can see the whole thing clearly through the crack in the door.
The blue-black stone slab has no lines, and is more like a huge mountain rock that has been chipped flat.
At this moment, the stone slab was crowded with people. At a glance, there were no less than a hundred people.
Su Jing, Su Ming, Hui An... and even Fang Qidao, who walked in one step ahead, were among them.
Everyone was sitting cross-legged with expressionless faces, facing the middle of the courtyard, where a wooden platform built of black wood, about seven or eight feet high, was murmuring.
Like the most devout believers in the world, they are worshiping gods and Buddhas.