Staying at Ghost Mountain at night, the darkness is like a canopy, and the cold and ghostly atmosphere is strong.
Occasionally, the howling sounds of ghosts could be heard faintly from the underground, shrill wails and cries of resentment, disturbing the monks who were resting and meditating on the mountains. From time to time, night patrol monks flew through the sky, hunting down the little ghosts who dared to show up.
There are lights on the top of the mountain, shining like stars.
Zhang Wenfeng meditated and adjusted his breath at the Dharma altar, recovering the energy and cultivation that had been lost during the day of chanting sutras and practicing salvation.
Being in the wild, protected by a magic circle, he still remained alert.
In a trance, he was awakened by inexplicable fluctuations in his mind. He opened his eyes, and under the flickering light of the torch,
I saw a black rock standing upright ten feet away from the opposite side. A small, dark, large flower bloomed from the top of the rock. It unfolded in layers. The thick petals were as smooth as ink jade, which bloomed strangely in the dark night.
When I put it, there was a trace of enchanting light flowing slowly on the edge of the petals.
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and he had an ominous premonition in his heart.
Not smelling the fragrance of flowers, he subconsciously held his breath.
Then I saw a huge barefoot shadow suddenly falling from the sky, bringing with it a light breeze.
No one could be seen in the darkness, only illusory footsteps could be seen, walking in the sky towards the southeast. In a few steps, they reached another mountain top with a torch still on, and disappeared after a few steps.
Zhang Wenfeng stood up with excitement, his hair stood on end, this place was so weird, and he sent a message to the three people under the altar.
"Get up quickly, there's something going on."
After barking twice, he realized something was wrong. The two people meditating sat indifferently. Even the donkey standing beside him was motionless and showed no sign of waking up. He floated to Yun Qiuhe and stretched out his index finger to slowly explore.
It was still an inch away from the cheek, and he gently retracted his hand.
He noticed that Yun Qiuhe seemed to have entered a deep state of concentration and breath control. If his breath was absent, he would wake up after a while.
He walked to the donkey again and checked for a moment. The donkey was alive and well, in the same condition as Yun Qiuhe.
Zhang Wenfeng smiled bitterly in his heart, Guiziling was indeed not a simple place.
I don't know who provoked some big shot in the sky or the underworld. With a wave of his hand, an area of dozens of miles was shrouded in some kind of mysterious restriction. On the hills to the left and right, lights were flickering, and everyone fell into a deep sleep without realizing it.
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Ever since he saw the magical powers of Nine Lives, Yin Soldiers, etc., he no longer understands the world with the shallowness he learned from books.
A superficial monk in the realm of freedom is not worthy of carrying the shoes of those old monsters who suddenly wake up after living for countless years.
It’s not that I look down on the masters of the free state, but it’s the truth. The two are not in the same state.
The deathly silence was so oppressive that it made people panic.
The occasional ghostly screams hidden underground have all disappeared, and there is absolute silence, even the gusts of cold wind have ceased.
Zhang Wenfeng quietly touched the altar. He was going to meditate and pretended to be in trance. When he passed by, the unknown barefoot master must have been passing by. He shouldn't have woken up at this time. Where did his usual cleverness go?
Climbing up to the altar and sitting on his hands and feet, Zhang Wenfeng suddenly turned his head and saw a pair of bare feet.
Slender, blurry, and well-proportioned, he looked up subconsciously, and saw the fluttering black skirt, the tall and tall scenery... Don't look at it, he hurriedly stood up, and in front of him was a delicate, fair, and somewhat transparent face, with eyebrows hidden in the misty brilliance.
In the middle, his expression cannot be seen clearly, his black hair is draped over his shoulders, and there is an eye-catching baby fist red flower on the left side of his head. It is bright and enchanting, and he dare not pay attention to it.
He cupped his fists, lowered his eyes, and saluted, "I've met my senior!"
The woman with the hairpin in front of her looked at her for a while and said in a clear voice: "You have the smell of the underworld." She played with the white flat ring of underworld energy in her hand, put it to her nose and sniffed, and said: "You are the fifth
The ghost of the palace."
All her questions were in a positive tone.
Zhang Wenfeng put down his hands. He didn't know how the token on his index finger got into the opponent's hands, and was able to reveal his identity as a fifth palace ghost. He became more and more respectful to the mysterious woman in front of him and said: "Yes, concurrently."
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Use three simple words to explain that he is a living person, not a dead ghost from the underworld.
The woman with the hairpin threw it away casually, returned the transparent dark energy ring to Zhang Wenfeng's left index finger, moved her bare feet lightly, looked up and down at the silent Taoist priest standing with his hands hanging down, and said: "You can wake up at this time and still see me, eh
,Why..."
Zhang Wenfeng was puzzled. He would rather not wake up and see the woman appear.
Why did he wake up so sensitively?
Why should he ask for trouble?
The woman paused for a moment and said, "Can you take out the stone figurine in your bottle and show it to me?"
I still use affirmative words, but I don’t seem to be used to using questions.
Zhang Wenfeng untied the black cloth bag, took out the bottle of Shou Xian, took out the peach wood flying sword by holding the slender handle, flipped it a few times, took out the small stone figurine inside, and handed it to the other party.
No matter how powerful his magical powers were, he had no intention of using them at all.
He had a feeling that even if Hei Bai Wuchang was invited out, he might not be able to pinch the mysterious hairpin woman in front of him with one hand. It was purely an intuition, so he had better obey the orders obediently and not to anger the other party.
The woman stretched out her white and shiny fingers, pinched the string of the stone figurine, raised it and looked at the "ghost talisman" with the pattern underneath.
After a moment of silence, he returned the stone figurine to Guanzhu Zhang and said to himself: "All the Yin soldiers took the road and left, and the mountain range was empty." He looked up at the sky again, and above the black screen, there were circles of dark clouds slowly swirling high in the sky.
It is shaped like a one-eyed eye, looking down at the world and looking for something.
Zhang Wenfeng put the items back into place and tied the black cloth bag. Still guessing where "Moling" was? He heard the woman suddenly say:
"Today is the Gengzi Year...Five Ghost Day."
"yes!"
Zhang Wenfeng answered simply, and suddenly guessed that this woman had woken up from the ghost cave at the foot of Guizai Ridge?
The girl with the hairpin walked around casually and said: "The Yin Soldiers gave you a Yin Soldier Talisman to replace the dead ghost. It's not a light gift. So you helped the Yin Soldiers find a way to leave this place. They didn't even say hello and took advantage of the five ghosts to leave.
Already."
The woman talked to herself and walked towards the main peak of Guizailing in the middle.
Zhang Wenfeng still didn't dare to relax and vent his anger, because he was under too much pressure.
In front of women, he felt too small.
"Since you are good at doing good deeds and wake up to face me, then follow me for a walk in the depths of Moling."
The woman's voice came softly.
Zhang Wenfeng was so aggrieved that he almost cried. Thinking that he was willing to do good things, he respectfully replied: "Yes!"
How could he dare to say even half a word "no"? No matter when, his life was at stake and he would fight to the death. Moreover, the woman did not show any obvious malice, which was completely different from when he met Jiu Ming.
He flew up and trailed a few feet behind the woman. Seeing the woman walking in the air with her slender feet, he also walked instead of flying.
Along the way, there were strange stone flowers blooming on the hills everywhere, either one, or three or two. The monks sleeping on the hilltop all meditated quietly, and the lit torches burned silently without making any sound.
Even though the monks were patrolling back and forth, they never knew when they fell to the ground and fell asleep.
As far as the eye can see, it looks like a lifeless and dead land.
The main peak of Guizailing is steep and majestic, with a dark color and no trees. However, at this time, strange stone black flowers bloom all over the mountains and plains, with dim light twinkling and a ghostly atmosphere.
The woman with a hairpin landed in front of an inconspicuous and deep cave halfway up the mountain in the north. She glanced at the four monks sitting at the entrance of the cave. She suddenly waved her sleeves and several monks flew to the distant mountain tops.
Some formation flags, magic weapons and the like flew out one after another.
"This is another entrance and exit of the 'Moling Netherland'. I have lived in the Netherland for some years, and now it is the third spiritual energy tide. Time flies so fast."
Following the woman's emotionless sigh, shortly after the woman stepped into the cave, dust fell from the rocks above the cave, and four complex and simple characters slowly appeared: Mo Ling Youjing.
Zhang Wenfeng, who followed Zhang Wenfeng into the cave, walked on the left, half a step back, not falling too far behind, and still able to keep listening.
He silently calculated that the ebb and flow of spiritual energy lasted a thousand years, and the mysterious woman had lived here for at least two thousand years. He was secretly astonished that the seemingly young woman had become an antique in the world.
As he entered the secluded realm of the strange mountains, he didn't know the blessings or misfortunes, and he didn't know whether he would see the light of day again.
I can only pray to the Taoist ancestors for his blessing.