"The people of the present world can already hear the movements of the deceased, and the deceased more than ten days ago should have dissipated, but he is still here. Zhan Changfeng pointed to the battlefield in front of him, "You see, they stopped repeating their last actions and began to make other moves. ”

At the spot she had pointed, the soldier's spirit discarded its spear and devoured another spirit with a hideous face.

These dead recorded the last moments of the battlefield, and now, order is chaotic.

"They're going to turn into ghosts. Yi Changsheng had doubts about whether someone was pushing the motivator, or if there was something wrong with the place itself.

Nothing can happen out of nowhere, and there should be clues before that.

When it got dark, they first entered Shimen Pass to rest, and Yi Changsheng instructed Jin Xiu, "Go and ask where the most people have died here in the past year, such as villages and towns." ”

Shimen Pass is located in Cangyan Mountain, the villages are almost all built on the mountain, hidden behind the green trees and clouds, the communication is extremely closed, it is not easy to find their news, but because of the war, most of the people moved out and left Shimen Pass, and some news also has signs.

"Three months ago, there were many dead and wounded people in the northern foothills of Cangyan Mountain, I found a villager who stayed in the army as a man, and asked him about the details, his words were unknown, his expression was frightened, and under questioning, he said..."Jin Xiu paused, "He said that those dead people went quietly, their bodies were covered with bruises, their eyes were not closed, and they left a look of fear. ”

Yi Changsheng pondered, "Most of them were scared out of the stone gate...... Square chisel. ”

She only called a name in the second half of the sentence, and one of the two columns of guards outside the house stepped out, "What does Your Highness command?"

"Bring me a message to Yuanjue and ask him to come over with me tomorrow before noon to find out the sneak. Fang Chisel should be, "The subordinates will do it." ”

Fang chisels repaired a book, and the flying pigeon disappeared into the dark sky without stars and moons, and secretly said Brother brother, we are business-like, but then again, it is too easy for His Highness to summon the enemy who has just been against him.

The pigeons landed on the windowsill of the forest hut, where a fire was lit, and on the walls were deerskin bears' heads, and in the corners were piled up with tools such as animal clips and shovels, like a temporary residence for hunters in the mountains.

Carefully determined, this hut is actually on the Cangyan Mountain Range, but it is at the eastern foot that few people can climb, facing the wall of a thousand blades on the shore.

The light of the fire shines through the window, climbs over the verandah, climbs over the railing, and reflects the light, and the fine snow flutters in the light. There is no wind here, and the snow is not heavy, maybe the ancient trees are too high and dense, or maybe the feng shui is good.

A place with good feng shui is suitable for Yiren to watch the snow by the railing.

Sui Qinghan stood in the cold next to the light on that side, as if looking at the snow, and as if he was in a daze aimlessly, his eyes did not have a specific focus, until an unexpectedly fat pigeon landed on the windowsill, jumped a few feet, and flew onto the railing in her hand, and the two paws left dirty marks on the white paved with thin snow, and then slipped and fell into the grass outside the porch.

“... Yuanjue, your flying pigeon. ”

"I don't use flying pigeons in my temple, the donor must be mistaken. A voice came from inside the room, "I'm looking for a donor." ”

Sui Qinghan said categorically, "Xuanyin Palace can't raise such a stupid pigeon." ”

Yuanjue had no choice but to come out and scoop up the pigeon that was struggling in the grass, twist out the note, lean against the windowsill to look at the contents on it, and said half-loudly, "The prince invited the poor monk to get rid of the ghosts." ”

Sui Qinghan looked like he was floating outside, as if he hadn't heard anything, Yuan Jue pinched the note, "Isn't the enmity between the two of you gone?"

"Don't care. ”

"The poor monk also had a misunderstanding about her before, but now that it has been solved, as far as the facts are concerned, the poor monk thinks that her governance of the world is no worse than Xu Weixian, and she is a wise person in her bones. Yuan Jue said unhappily and sadly, "Don't be persistent, it will not benefit you." ”

"Nothing to do with it. Sui Qinghan flipped his hand and put on his hat, "Don't forget what will happen in seven days." ”

Qingying entered the cold forest, only to see the snow trails missing, Yuan Jue recited the Buddha's name, replied to the letter, and walked away.

As light as a swallow, he walked like a snake, and arrived at the place where the prince complained at noon.

It was a village, and the houses were arranged in a hill like crops next to each other on terraced fields. It's just that the space is too lonely, Yuan Jue walks along the old stone steps between the wooden houses on both sides, where the wind blows through the hall, an unclosed door opens and closes back and forth, snapping, adding a touch of weirdness to this silence.

"Master!" a shout came from the fork in the distance, and the tower-like man waved his hand, "Your Highness is waiting for you above." ”

Yuan Jue held the demon pestle and walked towards him, "Dare to ask the donor, what happened here." ”

"Master!" the man shouted, waving his hand, "Your Highness is waiting for you up there." ”

Yuanjue's pace remained the same, the white robe occasionally flashed with golden light under the morning light, he recited the Heart Sutra, and the demon pestle in his hand slammed to the ground, and the phantom dissipated in the wind.

Fang Chisel is a stubborn guy, how can he be called a poor monk master. Yuan Jue looked at the fork, where the houses were staggered, and the path was open up and down to the back, he didn't think about going to the prince, but only thought that since this phantom had specially pointed the way, then he might as well take a look, maybe he could find the source of the strange.

It seemed to be uninhabited for a long time, and even the flesh hanging in front of the house had dried and changed color, and it was wrinkled and black, and there were shelves for drying clothes, resting on a wooden fork at one end, poking into the mud at the other, and a few pieces of clothing fell to the ground like faded rags.

Yuan Jue knew that it was rotten.

"What did the monk see?"

The voice of indifference came, and Yuan Jue looked back and saw Yi Changsheng outside the fence of the small courtyard.

That person was rarely dressed in a white robe, the mountains, rivers and rivers were embroidered into dark lines, the gold and silver threads were used as the sun and the moon, and a green hosta hairpin crowned hair, looking at him condescendingly, which made people feel that the clouds and smoke of ancient and modern times could not suppress her peerless elegance for a moment.

Yuan Jue clasped his hands together, "The ownerless thing is easy to wither." ”

"March, how to such an extent. Yi Changsheng walked towards a small road, Zhan Changfeng said, "It's too quiet here, I can't hear any sound, if it weren't for the ghost hitting the wall just now, I really thought this was just an empty village." ”

She knew that this trip was not easy, so she only brought Jin Xiufang two people, and these two people also knew that the things they might encounter could not be solved by force, so they carefully observed the surroundings at this time, and only nodded to Yuan Jue, without saying a word.

Yuan Jue didn't say much, and silently followed them in this empty village.

They chose to enter the village at noon when the sun was at its strongest, but they didn't know whether it was the end of winter and the beginning of spring or the mountains, and the blue mist would always hang the village in a scattered way, and it could not drive away the coolness, but to say strange, they could not find the exact cause.

Yi Changsheng only knew that there must be a big ghost hiding here, watching them in secret, and according to the degree of confusion of the ghost hitting the wall, this ghost is still within the scope of dealing with it.

Suddenly, Jin Xiu, who was exploring the way ahead, shouted, "Your Highness, there is cooking smoke." ”

Everyone's faces suddenly became strange, and when they stepped on the high ground where he was, they did see that there were ** families halfway up the mountain in the distance, and there was smoke on the roof.

Fang Chisel, "Isn't there still a family that hasn't moved away." ”

"Just look at it. ”