At this time, the peach tree has just grown buds, and the whole peach forest is pink. Under the moonlight, there is also a unique flavor.

The sound of horses' hooves broke the silence of the night, and the ghost cry and the old drunkard hurried here, and dismounted in the peach forest.

Connected to the winding path, to the depths of the peach forest. A humble temple comes into view.

The temple is simple, with a main hall, an ancient well, a thatched house, plus a fence, and a relatively flat land.

Even the fence has fallen into disrepair, some of which have collapsed, and some of which are standing tenaciously, with vines that have just pulled out their buds wrapped around it.

The two tied their horses to the peach grove and walked through the fence.

The old drunkard came to the thatched hut and knocked on the door.

There was no movement in the door, but the door of the main hall slowly opened with a long grinding sound.

A white-robed monk walked out of it. In the moonlight, he was covered in reflections, not only his clothes, but also his shiny bald head. Ghost Cry swore that this was the brightest monk he had ever seen.

The first impression of this monk is that it is clean, clean and terrible, as if any filth cannot contaminate him.

The monk clasped his hands together and saluted unhurriedly: "Two donors, what are you doing when you come late at night?" ”

"Wujing, stop talking nonsense, save people. The old drunkard said: "In the west of this city, a ghost village has appeared. ”

Burst!

The good ghost cried and didn't drink water, otherwise he would have squirted out a mouthful of water, he looked so good-looking, there was a peach blossom monk, a monk with a very compelling name, and he was actually called Wujing.

"Oh, I see, the poor monk will go with the benefactor. "Wujing looks like a slow character, no matter how he talks or walks, he is slow. But when I heard that the matter was urgent and that human life was at stake, I agreed without saying a word.

The three of them got on their horses and hurried out of the peach forest. Devil Cry leads the way.

It was another gallop, the moon was bright, and the three of them were all deaf and clear-sighted, so they had a lot less trouble, so they were extremely fast. But even so, when we arrived at the location, it was already dawn, and a rooster was dawning.

All three stopped their horses, and the horses neighed, panted, and paced restlessly.

"Is it here?" Looking at the surrounding scene, the old drunkard was surprised, and sighed again and again: "No wonder, it turned out to be here, no wonder they didn't find it after looking for a long time, but you kid found it all at once." ”

Ghost Cry asked, "What's wrong?"

The old drunkard said: "Originally, there was indeed a village here, called Wangjia Village, but later Wangjia Village was hit by a plague, and the whole village died. ”

The ghost cried and said suspiciously, "In this way, you should be even more suspicious here." ”

"It's supposed to be like this, but this matter is involved, and people who know about it will instinctively ignore it. And you're a foreigner, you won't, so you found it quickly. ”

Ghost cried and asked, "What's the connection with this matter?"

The old drunkard didn't want to continue, but said, "Put this aside in advance, and take care of what matters in front of you." ”

Seeing that the old drunkard didn't say much, and the ghost didn't cry reluctantly, he talked about the situation in the village.

The old drunkard looked at Wujing: "Is there a problem?"

"Amitabha. Wujing clasped his hands together: "The poor monk will be exceeded." ”

In order to avoid accidents, the three dismounted, tied their horses to the road, and walked along the trail. The road is narrow, and it is not only for one person to pass, but also for two people to go side by side, but it is inconvenient.

Therefore, there must be a precedence.

And this time, it was not the ghost crying who led the way, and the one who was at the forefront was a shiny monk Wujing.

After walking for a while, just as the path was coming to an end, a person suddenly popped out in front of him, it was the guiding uncle with a hoe.

He was stunned for a moment, and then exclaimed, ", monk!"

Then he turned around and ran, running as fast as he could.

"Amitabha. Monk Wujing took out a Buddha bead in his right hand, flicked his fingers, and the guiding uncle in front of him was beaten to the head.

"It hurts me. Uncle Guiding let out an extremely terrible scream, and thick black smoke came out of his body, and then a phantom shot out like lightning and disappeared into the vast night.

On the ground, a corpse was left, which looked completely different from the one that showed the way.

The three of them hurriedly walked up and examined the body. The corpse was unclothed and smelled of foul odor. However, it can be vaguely discerned from the clothes and shape, this is a man in the prime of life, who should be a guard or something.

There was not a single wound on his body, the only strange thing was his bulging abdomen.

Monk Wujing recited a Buddha name, and after the old drunkard observed it carefully, he suddenly jumped up, took out a bottle of elixir, poured one for himself, and then distributed it to Monk Wujing and the ghost to cry.

"Eat it. ”

Monk Wujing trusted the old drunkard very much, and took the pill in one bite.

Ghost Cry didn't eat it immediately, and when he heard it, he asked, "What's wrong?" ”

The old drunkard gritted his teeth and said, "Plague." ”

"Oh. The ghost cried a sigh of relief and returned the elixir to the old drunkard: "I don't need it. ”

"Don't be reckless, it's a plague. ”

Monk Wujing suddenly said, "This donor really doesn't need it. ”

"Why are you ......" The old drunkard looked like a ghost crying and Wujing monk: "Is there something to hide from me, no, you just met!"

Monk Wujing looked at the ghost crying and smiled slightly: "Corpse demon?"

Ghost Cry nodded, and shook his head again: "Half, how do you know?"

"I saw that I was a little uncertain just now, but now I am sure. ”

The ghost cried and sighed: This monk's eyesight is really good.

Since he came here, from Jiangbei to Jiangnan, he can see that he is following his feet, and there are only one and a half of them.

That one, this is the Pure Dao person, so far, the more I know, the more Ghost Cry feels the horror of the Pure Quiet Dao person's eyesight.

Although this thing has a flat smile, doesn't like to wear pants, and shows a pair of big hairy legs all day long, he just saw the ghost crying at first sight. This eyesight is a hundred times smarter than Ghost Cry, you know, Ghost Cry in order to catch a painting skin, you have to visit the secret for a long time to determine the approximate goal, after determining the approximate goal, as long as you stare at it for a few days, until you find a flaw, you can really be sure.

It was a painted skin, which was extremely ugly in itself, and needed a skin as a cover. And Ghost Cry, it's half a person, even if it's the other half, it doesn't need to be dressed up to look like a human itself, so it's harder to find. However, the pure Taoist just sees through it at a glance, and there is no reason at all.

And the remaining half is this Wujing monk, he noticed the inappropriateness of ghost crying at first sight, and in such a short time, he confirmed the heel of ghost crying, and this eyesight ranked second among the people who knew ghost crying.

And at this moment, the old drunkard realized in hindsight: "What, you are a corpse demon?"

The ghost cried and said angrily: "Half, and half is a human." ”

Hearing that the ghost crying was not a complete corpse demon, the old drunkard breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, that's good." ”

After saying that, a happy smile appeared on his face.

The corpse demon is naturally immune to the plague, and the monk is born to restrain the ghosts, and with the two of them here, this time it will be much easier.

"Get out of the way. Devil Cry raised his knife.