Yu Xian was planning to call out the heavy fog to hide everyone's whereabouts.
Zhang Song took the initiative to invite Ying and said, "I'll be waiting for you, Imperial Master. I'll leave it to my subordinates to handle such trivial matters."
As he spoke, he waved the Xiao Suyun flag, and suddenly the surrounding area was filled with clouds and mist, making it impossible to see far away.
Yu Xian opened his mouth and praised, "It's a good baby."
With this treasure, everyone easily entered the dangerous passage of Ziwu Valley under the cover of clouds and mist.
When he realized that no one was around, Zhang Song turned back his magical powers and fulfilled his duties as a guide.
"Everyone, please go slowly, while I go ahead to explore the road first."
As he spoke, he changed the length of the small Suyun flag in his hand, and quickly flew towards the valley on the flagpole.
Everyone watched him leave with envy in their eyes.
What a good thing.
At this moment, Yu Xian suddenly remembered that his famous gourd also seemed to have a riding function.
At the "Lu" character gate, he transformed into Li Su and rode on the enlarged gourd of fame to chase Yu Xiaoxian.
Li Su probably knew very little about this gourd of fame and had never used it in this way. Even Yu Xian had forgotten about it.
But now, even if Yu Xian climbed out of Ziwu Valley, he would not dare to easily disturb the person in the gourd.
Not long after leaving, Zhang Song hurriedly flew back on the flagpole.
As soon as he landed, Zhang Song said nervously, "Master, there is an altar more than ten miles ahead. It seems that some ceremony was held."
"Oh?" Yu Xian was curious, "Did you see anything strange around you?"
"This..." Zhang Song's face turned slightly red, "I'm afraid there might be some evil demon or mountain spirit causing trouble, so I didn't dare to look further."
Yu Xian didn't blame him harshly. He glanced at Bashan Ghost King and said, "Ghost King, how about we go take a look."
Bashan Ghost King smiled and said, "My dear nephew, you don't need to be so careful, just go over there. In this land of Yizhou, who wouldn't give me some face of the Shouwu clan?"
Yu Xian didn't insist either.
Even without the face of the Shouwu clan, the combat effectiveness of this team is not weak.
Although Bashan Ghost King looks like just a fat man who can eat, just by looking at the respectful looks of these juniors, you can tell that this guy is not simple.
The two brothers Feng Ming and Feng Liang, as well as He Xuan, Chang Le and other disciples of Baishi Mountain, Yu Xian had all fought against each other before. Each of them had some skills. As for Luo Ping and Liang Si, they were also the younger generations that Bashan Ghost King was more optimistic about.
The only shortcoming is working as Zhang Song.
But this guy has some Confucian methods, and with the help of Xiao Suyunqi, he is more than enough to protect himself.
Everyone was on alert and moved forward slowly.
When they arrived at the place Zhang Song mentioned, they saw an altar hastily built in the dangerous cliffs.
The soil mixed with gravel was simply tamped into an altar, and many wooden stakes that had not even had time to peel off the bark were positioned around it.
There seemed to be blood splattered on every step of the altar. In the center was a pile of burned ashes, with many blackened bones being picked at by crows unwillingly.
Chang Le muttered softly, "It looks like he is worshiping some evil god."
Bashan Ghost King heard this and glared at her.
Chang Le immediately shut his mouth.
People of the Wugui Sect practice the way of Wugui and obtain power from mysterious places. Some secretive families even secretly communicate with some weird gods who can occasionally respond.
Bashan Ghost King himself has seen the power of the female slaves, how dare he cause trouble in such a matter.
Yu Xian observed it and said, "That's not necessarily the case. It seems to be the style of the Yin and Shang Dynasties."
He had experienced the sacrifice incident in Luoyi Ghost Town, and was familiar with some of the altar placement and blood-smearing methods.
The Star Demon Master on the side lifted half of his human skin mask, revealing his pointed chin.
Then, he suddenly spit out the pink and slender tongue, rolled it in the air, and then put it back.
Everyone looked sideways.
Yu Xian had seen a lot in the past few days, so he was calm.
He asked, "Has the Star Demon Master discovered anything?"
The Star Demon Master felt the breath in his mouth carefully and said thoughtfully, "There is no human smell, and the smoke from the fireworks has also dissipated. It should have taken some time."
"Um."
Everyone felt relieved and curiously stepped forward to take a look.
Yu Xian carefully looked at the style of the altar and the patterns on it. The more he looked at it, the more familiar it seemed.
This is really similar to the ceremony held in Luoyi Ghost Town.
At this moment, Chang Le suddenly pointed to the opposite side, "Hey, look at the stone wall over there, there seems to be writing on it."
When everyone heard this, they were a little surprised and looked towards the stone wall opposite the altar.
I saw five large characters carved in scrawled handwriting on the stone wall.
——"Wei Yan returns to the horse's place!"
Yu Xian was startled and suddenly remembered what happened when he passed by Ziwu Valley last winter.
At that time, he, Guan Hai, Li Su and others worked hard all the way. When passing by this place, Yu Xian suddenly remembered the allusion that Wei Yan wanted to use Ziwu Valley to sneak attack Chang'an.
Yu Xianyuan recalled the scene when Wei Yanxing came here and wanted to perform extraordinary feats, but was sternly rejected by Zhuge Liang.
I suddenly thought of having fun.
So Yu Xian used the inverted Xuwu hook spear he borrowed from Li Su to stab the stone on the stone wall to write a book.
Leave these words behind.
Yu Xian looked around carefully and had some vague impressions in his mind.
It seems to be right here.
Yu Xian was in a state of ecstasy.
He Xuan's sharp eyes saw that the ivy clinging to the stone wall showed signs of being fiddled with, so he immediately stepped forward and lifted up the ivy on the stone wall.
The signature at the back was revealed.
——"Taoist Yu Xian."
Yu Xian?!
He Xuan's eyes widened and he looked back.
Everyone also saw it and looked back in surprise.
They had always guessed what kind of evil thing they were offering sacrifices to, but they didn't expect that the person playing tricks on them was actually the people around them.
Many people looked helpless and looked askance.
The girl in gray robe Chang Le was outspoken and said to Yu Xian with a smile, "It turns out it was you."
Luo Ping, a disciple of the Canling Ghost King, hesitantly looked at the moss and vines attached to the word, and said, "Maybe it's the same name. It seems like this has been around for some time."
Yu Xian was a little embarrassed and had no choice but to explain.
"Everyone, these words are indeed left by me."
Seeing the different expressions of everyone, Yu Xian could only explain, "Pindao passed by this place last year and felt something for a moment. He learned that a few decades later, a general named Wei Yan would lead troops. I knew he could not do anything.
It was done, so I left a note here to advise him to leave early. I did it casually at the time, and I really don’t think of it today.”
Everyone's faces became weirder after hearing this.
Decades later, General Wei Yan left a letter here.
Isn't this guy crazy?
We are all practitioners, so who dares to predict what will happen in a few decades?
Bashan Ghost King seemed not to have heard Yu Xian's absurd words. He frowned and asked, "Since it was the words you left in the past, what happened to the altar here?"
The wood piles next to the altar were still fresh at the joints, and except for some of the charred bones that had been turned over by crows, the rest were still in a decent position.
All this proves that a ceremony was held here just a few days ago.
Moreover, the ceremony was solemn and solemn, and its power was so powerful that wild beasts did not dare to approach it for several days.
The object of these people's worship...
It was Taoist Yu Xian.
Yu Xian also thought of this, and he and Bashan Ghost King looked at each other.
Confused.
Yu Xian's heart moved, and he suddenly thought of the only possibility.
That mysterious army that just passed by!
Building an altar in such a dangerous place definitely requires a huge amount of manpower, and if they hadn't done it, they wouldn't have let this marching obstacle block them and remain indifferent if they were passing by.
——Comed from Chang'an, defrauded Hanzhong of supplies and escaped, and also abducted a band of nearby thieves. It was a familiar sacrificial ceremony.