For more than a month after the new year, Zhou Yi could still hear about the tragic experiences of the Golden-winged Dapeng from Zhulong's mouth.
However, what Zhou Yi saw in the small black characters was the news that the Golden-winged Dapeng had moved to the East China Sea and repeatedly defeated encirclement and suppression campaigns.
That demon bird was indeed in a very embarrassed state.
I was on the run throughout the New Year and never stopped for a moment.
But after all, it is Fan Tianjun, the Golden-winged Dapeng Demon King, and there are no signs of being cornered yet.
During this period, "Xiao Qian" often reported news to Zhou Yitong through the broken soul bell.
Until more than half a month ago, she suddenly disappeared and never came online again.
"Bodhisattva, Xiaolong just got another news... Hey, where is Bodhisattva going?"
Zhulong looked at Zhou Yi who was packing the bags, and his heart tightened.
When a Bodhisattva travels, he must be ridden by the Dharma...won't he be ridden again?
"To go to the south, go to Youdang Mountain first."
Zhou Yi named a place name that Zhulong had never heard of before, and said: "I won't take you with me this time. You stay on the island and guard the Xiaojing River for me."
The candle dragon is ecstatic.
Watching Zhou Yi carrying the cloth bag and hugging the raccoon slave as he walked away through the waves, he gradually felt something was wrong.
"Wait a minute, does this mean to let the true dragon guard the cave for him? In ancient times, the great virtuous people also let boy mounts to guard the house... What do you think of the true dragon? It's unreasonable!"
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The land where Lingnan Road and Jiannan Road meet.
The mountains are wide and the rivers are rolling, but there is a palace standing between the mountains and rivers, which is deep, majestic and beautiful.
It is covered by fog all year round. There are rumors in the countryside far and near that there is a fairy in the Mist Palace. If you can find it, you will be blessed with immortality, or stay in the Mist Palace, or give fairy tea. Those who drink the tea will not grow old for decades.
But just after the first month of the year, this rumor gradually became a laughing stock.
"Let me tell you, yesterday when I went up the mountain to collect medicine, I met several immortals, the kind of immortals who can fly in the air!"
"Oh? Another immortal is here? Here to catch the female ghost again?"
"That's not the case. Who would have thought that the legendary fairies of the Mist Palace are actually female ghosts?"
"I heard that female ghosts are very beautiful. It's such a pity."
"You look like you. You are almost forty and you can't find a wife. Even a female ghost may not be able to like you."
"Hahaha, to be honest, the immortals have said that if anyone has news about the female ghost, report it to the immortals, and there will be a heavy reward."
"Even if we find a female ghost, how can we tell the immortal?"
"Don't worry about this. The immortals left a lot of immortal talismans. If you see a female ghost, just throw it at her and the immortals will know."
In a tea shed at the entrance of Laojing Village, a group of country men were discussing the strange things that had happened in recent days.
First, after the first lunar month, there were violent storms, thunder and lightning, and strange noises from time to time in Youdang Mountain for more than ten days.
The place where the sound came from was the hills where the legendary Mist Palace is located.
Flash floods, mudslides, and even earthquakes have become commonplace.
Thousands of people in villages near and far fell into panic.
Until a few days ago, the movement in the mountains gradually subsided, and the heavy fog that had covered the mountains for months finally dissipated. Some brave mountain people went into the mountains to visit, and they actually saw the Fog Palace where the legendary fairies lived.
But what they saw was not the beautiful palace surrounded by immortals as they imagined.
Rather, it is a huge ancient tomb standing on the black soil of the mountains.
The tomb is like a palace, but only ruins are left, exuding a gloomy atmosphere.
Later, immortals appeared again and told them that the so-called Mist Palace was actually just a tomb where female ghosts lived.
Female ghosts cause harm to the world, and those who are said to have obtained immortal fate and live in the Mist Palace forever have actually died.
Fortunately, the immortals took action and killed most of the female ghosts, leaving only a few that slipped through the net and hid in the countryside.
"Amitabha, do the donors think that these female ghosts are all bad people?"
A burst of laughter broke out, interrupting the discussion among the men in the tea shed.
Everyone turned their heads to look.
In the corner of the tea shed, a young monk in white robes was smiling and drinking tea.
It was already strange that a monk appeared out of nowhere, but what surprised everyone even more was that a raccoon slave sat opposite the monk, drinking tea in a decent manner.
Feeling the strange looks from the villagers, Li Nu seemed a little displeased. He raised his head and let out a "meow" before leaping up and throwing himself into the monk's arms.
An older man smiled and said: "Of course, ghosts are not good."
All the villagers nodded in agreement.
Only a young man dressed as a scholar hesitated for a moment, raised his hands to Zhou Yi and said, "I wonder what this little master has to say?"
Zhou Yi glanced at him and said with a smile: "The young monk also thinks that ghosts are naturally bad."
The scholar was stunned for a moment, his eyes darkened slightly, and then returned to normal: "That's right."
Then I heard the monk's voice change: "The bad thing the young monk said does not mean that the heart is bad, but that it is bad for people. Ghosts are yin objects. If they stay in the same room with mortals for a long time, the ghost energy is strong and the yang energy is weak. One will wax and wane and the other will grow.
, even if the ghosts themselves do not have bad thoughts, mortals will not be able to live long."
The monk spoke faster and faster, and the scholar's palms became more and more sweaty.
At the end, Zhou Yi suddenly asked: "By the way, this young gentleman's surname is Ning?"
The scholar quickly stood up and sang: "I'd like to trouble you, young master, but my surname is not Ning, but my surname is Shen."
As soon as he stood up, the pearl hairpin in his arms fell to the ground.
"Hey, Shen Xiucai went to the market to buy a hairpin for your wife?"
"We have been married for half a year, and we are still jealous of each other."
"Is your wife raising a baby recently? I haven't seen her show up for a long time."
"If we hadn't known the truth, we would have thought you were hiding a female ghost at home."
Shen Tong was ridiculed by the villagers and suddenly became a big blush.
He picked up the hairpin, bowed his hands slightly to everyone, and walked away without saying a word.
"Wait, take the immortal talisman with you, just in case."
The countryman couldn't help but put the piece of paper with brown characters on a yellow background into Shen Tong's arms.
Shen Tong quickly walked out of the tea shed, walked behind an old tree, and was about to secretly throw away the immortal talisman.
"Amitabha, the young monk advises the donor not to do this."
Zhou Yi didn't know when he appeared behind Shen Tong.
Shen Tong's heart tightened, and he subconsciously kneaded the talisman into a ball and hid it in his sleeve.
He turned to look at Zhou Yi and patted his chest: "Young master, you are so elusive that I was frightened."
Zhou Yi glanced at Shen Tong's sleeves and looked back: "That's it, it's already too late."
Shen Tong looked puzzled: "What's so late? Is the young master playing tricks with So? Why can't I understand a word from So?"
Zhou Yi smiled and said: "What the young monk means is...it's getting late. The young monk and Mr. Shen hit it off immediately. I wonder if I can stay overnight?"
Shen Tong was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly: "But, I have women at home."
Zhou Yi: "It doesn't matter, the young monk is an outsider."
Shen Tong: "But..."
Zhou Yi: "Is it possible that Mr. Shen is afraid of his own country?"
Shen Tong: "Ah! Of course not, besides, my wife has always been virtuous..."
"That's good, that's settled."
Seeing that this monk was entangled with him, Shen Tong was very helpless. Fortunately, this young monk had a good temperament and good conversation, so he was not so annoying.
Especially what the monk said about ghosts, on the surface it sounds like they are saying something bad about ghosts.
But Shen Tong could tell that the monk didn't say it to death, but left a lot of room for it.
At this time, I saw that the monk was wearing a thin single robe with an empty bag, but he was also carrying a raccoon slave. I guess he was short of money and had nowhere to stay.
Shen Tong felt pity for a moment, but he also forgot his wife's instructions and promised Zhou Yi that he could only take him in for one night.
Zhou Yi agreed wholeheartedly, picked up Li Nu and followed Shen Tong into the village.
As the sun approaches dusk, the small village at the foot of the mountain is already filled with smoke. The smell of food wafts out from the windows, there are children crying, and there are yellow dogs guarding the fence and yelling at the raccoon slaves.
Zhou Yi quietly felt the peaceful and tranquil atmosphere in the mountain village, her eyes seemed to be covered with a gray veil, and her expression gradually became solemn.
He took advantage of the fact that the Dragon-Ape War had not yet begun and came to Youdang Mountain. Naturally, he wanted to find the "Yellow Spring" hidden under the mountain.
As soon as I arrived in front of the Mist Palace, I saw a group of martial arts sects besieging the female ghost of the Mist Palace.
And in the mountains and forests outside the Mist Palace, there are actually many big monsters secretly watching.
Zhou Yi vaguely guessed that it was most likely that Grandma Kongshan was dragged down by the Golden-winged Dapeng, which caused the Wu Palace to be encircled and suppressed by both good and evil factions.
The group of magic cultivators were quite powerful, and they were led by a real person. They quickly killed most of the female ghosts in the Mist Palace.
Most of the female ghosts are bloody and evil, and obviously they often cause harm to mortals.
Zhou Yi hid in the dark and watched with cold eyes, so naturally he would not come to the rescue.
But gradually, Zhou Yi discovered something was wrong.
Not all female ghosts are harmful evil spirits.
Among them are a group of female ghosts whose taiyin energy is pure and does not contain any blood-evil energy. Apparently, they have never harmed mortals.
Something even more unexpected happened to Zhou Yi. When life and death were at stake, the two groups of female ghosts who were originally distinct from each other actually joined forces.
The "evil ghosts" who harm people desperately try to block the group of magic cultivators and cover the "good ghosts" from leaving the secret formation.
The real person who led the team was furious, and also set up a magic circle to seal off the county villages around Youdang Mountain, and began to search for the escaped female ghost.
Zhou Yi is also looking for him.
What he is looking for is naturally the Underworld Road, which is secretly guarded by these female ghosts.
"Meow!"
The little raccoon slave in his arms suddenly stood up and shouted.
At the same time, in front of the small courtyard not far away, there was the sound of the door turning.
A delicate woman wearing a wooden stick on her head and a gray linen skirt was leaning against the door, looking up.
She stood in the dusk, holding her slightly bulging belly, and looked at Zhou Yi and Li Nu in surprise, then turned her eyes to Shen Tong, with a gentle smile on her face.
"Husband, you are finally back. I wonder who this is?"
A trace of embarrassment appeared on Shen Tong's face, and he said apologetically: "I met this young master at the entrance of the village. He was passing by our village and couldn't find a place to stay, so I invited him to spend the night at our house."
"My husband is still kind-hearted."
Mrs. Shen bowed slightly and said, "Master, please come in quickly. The house is simple. If you don't mind, I'll sleep in the west room tonight."