Cultivation

Chapter 27

Fengyulou was a little overwhelmed by Zhang Linggu's youthful smile, he turned his head to look at the ground: "Those who sprinkle rice grains here are either enmity with the boss or begging Miss Qing'er and not doing bad things on purpose. These are all human affairs that are beyond our control, so let's find out the details of this mountain god first."

The two entered the mountain side by side with swords.

The mountains are verdant, there are birds singing in the forest, and there are shallow streams in the mountain stream. It looks very ordinary. If it is not for the big monster cloud hanging above, it can be called picturesque.

The two walked around the mountain and found a stone statue of the mountain god. The stone statue of the mountain god was only ten years old at first glance. The people nearby asked craftsmen to carve a fierce statue several feet high on the mountain wall, holding an umbrella in one hand. Holding a streamer in one hand, probably because this mountain god has the ability to call wind and rain, so the people here equipped him with these two magic weapons.

There is no temple or shelter for the statue, and a large incense burner is placed under it, with a thick pile of incense ash inside. It seems that people passing by will prepare incense candles to worship and pray for a safe crossing of the mountain.

Fengyulou wanted to release his Yuanshen sword to spy on the evil spirits in the mountain, but was stopped by Zhang Linggu.

Zhang Linggu said: "Being able to hide the traces so tightly and call the wind and rain, it can be seen that there must be some magic weapon of heaven and earth in your hand. If you release the Yuanshen sword rashly, you will startle the snake. In my opinion, this matter has to be resolved. It requires a young girl to think about it."

He thought for a while and said, "I want to see the bodies of those brides who were sent back."

Whether it is a demon, a ghost or a god, there will always be some traces left behind.

Fengyu Tower has also gone to many places in these years to find Yu Yuanzhou's soul baby. Although he has always disliked dealing with people, he has passed many places along the way and heard a lot of things: "I see that this stone statue It's just an ordinary stone statue, how did the sorcerer know that the ghost in the mountain wanted a young girl? I don't think the sorceress is innocent in this matter."

Zhang Linggu rubbed his chin: "Well, why do I have to send it back every three years and ask for a new one? This is too fond of the new and dislike the old. If I fall in love with someone, it must be for the rest of my life."

He expressed his feelings in a very subtle manner, and then changed the topic: "I'm afraid that people in the city will not agree with us digging those girls' graves."

Fengyulou glanced at him: "Do you need their consent?"

makes sense.

These girls who were sent back were all buried in the woods behind the temple on the mountain outside the county seat.

Compared with the somewhat rough stone statue at the mountain pass, the three-entry and three-out courtyard of this mountain god temple can be built very grandly, but it seems that the incense is not very strong, probably because this mountain god is too evil, so come to offer incense Not many people pray.

The two hid their breath and sneaked into the mountain temple. The sacrifices they saw today were placed in the front yard, and the selected girl Qing'er was locked in a room in the backyard. Two old mothers were dressing her up. Watching two strong men packing a sedan chair in the front yard.

Zhang Linggu looked at the somewhat old sedan chair: "You don't use the same sedan chair every time, do you? This county doesn't look that poor."

After the strong man and the sorceress walked away, he walked over and stretched out his hand to open the sedan chair curtain to have a look, and then knelt down to look under the sedan chair. He turned his head strangely and said to Fengyulou: "On the sedan chair curtain There are dark lines, which seem to be Teng Huang Talisman, no wonder these sedan chairs can come back to the county by themselves."

Teng Huang Talisman is a Taoist spell, how could it appear here?

The two looked at each other, and walked directly to the woods behind. There were no monuments on the graves lined up in the woods, and these young girls turned into dry bones after death without leaving a name.

Zhang Linggu counted from left to right: "Six graves mean that six girls died, and Qing'er inside is the seventh. Well, the number seven doesn't make me feel very good."

There seems to be some entangled fate between the decent Taoism and the evil Taoism and the number seven.

He said to Feng Yulou: "Uncle Master, you can just leave it to me to dig a grave..."

At this time, footsteps came from outside the woods, Zhang Linggu and Feng Yulou hurriedly jumped up the treetops to hide their whereabouts.

It wasn't the witch and her subordinates who came, but two people dressed as Taoist priests. Judging from the Taoist uniforms on their bodies, they should be Taoist priests from Prison Longling.

Zhang Linggu has been eating and drinking in Prison Longling for several years, and he is also very familiar with the Taoist priests on the mountain: "Oh, it's Mingjing and Mingjian."

He gave a very pertinent evaluation: "They are the disciples of Yue Zhenren, um, the two idiots who seem to be the best at suing."

These two prisoner Longling disciples were obviously also attracted by the demon clouds in the mid-air, and they probably heard about the custom of offering sacrifices to the mountain gods here, so they came to this mountain temple to check it out.

Since someone was digging the grave, Zhang Linggu decided to cool off on the sidelines.

Ming Jing held a shovel in his hand. He walked to the side of a grave, and looked back at Ming Jian with some hesitation: "I said, digging a grave is harmful to morality, why don't you come?"

Ming Jian folded his hands in his sleeves: "I've checked the almanac, it's time to move the grave today, you dig it."

He was still a little hesitant when he looked at Ming Jing, and hurriedly encouraged Ming Jing: "There is a monster cloud on the top, and there is a living sacrifice on the bottom. No matter how you look at it, it's all monsters. You are accumulating merit by doing this. If it weren't for the fact that I sprained my hand yesterday, it would be so big." I won’t give you the merits of this.”

When Ming Jing heard this, he quickly swung his shovel and dug up the grave beside him.

There was a thin wooden coffin in the tomb, and when it was opened, there was a dry bone wearing a wedding dress. There was no flesh on the dry bone, and it was clean and somewhat abnormal.

Ming Jing took out a gossip mirror to look at it, and a layer of black air floated on the gossip mirror. He said strangely, "Is this...ghost air?"

At this moment, Ming Jian picked up a branch and walked over, and used the branch to push aside the wedding dress on the skeleton: "This skeleton is a bit too clean..."

He squatted down and used a branch to pick out several skeletons of the skeleton from the wedding dress, then took out a porcelain vase from his sleeve, held the porcelain vase and recited a mantra, and then sprinkled the clean water in the vase on the bones, and the bones were completely drenched A layer of black air floated from the water: "Huh? It's really strange that this ghost energy has penetrated into the bone marrow."

Ming Jing immediately retreated: "It's so strange, why don't you go back and tell Master, this monster is too strong and we can't beat it

what. "

Ming Jian stood up with his hands folded in his sleeves again, admonishing Ming Jing in an old-fashioned tone: "Don't make a fuss, call everything what Master wants us to do? I think it might not be a demon or a ghost, so it's a little bit like calling the wind and calling the rain." If it is really a big evil spirit, why does it only harm this city?"

Ming Jing felt that what his senior brother said made sense: "Then what should we do next?"

"Go into the mountain and have a look." Ming Jian looked towards the green hill not far away: "Ghosts are born from the yin energy and walk along the yin energy. As long as we find the place where the yin gathers in this mountain range, we can find this ghost."

The two just turned around and walked away, not caring about the girl's bones they just dug up.

Zhang Linggu fell from the top of the tree, carefully put the bones that had been messed up by Ming Jian back into the coffin, closed the coffin lid, and filled the soil back while reciting the mantra of passing away.

He stood up and threw away the shovel in his hand, and said to the falling Fengyu Tower: "Master, I think..."

Fengyulou turned to look at him.

Zhang Linggu said leisurely: "These two people are going to be unlucky."

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