Chapter 3: Zombie female corpse standing in Yizhuang, an ancient temple
Clatter——
The sound of rapid horse hooves.
Breaking the silence in the mountains and forests, it also awakened countless birds, insects and beasts.
Start from Changsheng Mountain all the way to the west.
It takes about a day and a half to reach Pingshan.
In the past three days, Chen Yulou, apart from his routine meditation practice, spent most of his time sorting out the plot.
As a time traveler.
Although he had foresight.
But Pingshan is different after all.
As a place for royal alchemy in the past dynasties, warlocks have been coming and going here since the pre-Qin Dynasty.
In the Song Dynasty.
The status of Pingshan is even more transcendent.
The Taoist temple has deep palaces, pavilions and treasure halls, and the eternal candlelight is as misty as a fairy cave.
Countless treasures of heaven and earth are transported to Pingshan for free.
I just want to be able to refine an elixir of immortality.
What a pity.
In the Yuan Dynasty.
This treasured place for alchemy was destroyed.
It became a general tomb.
Over the course of thousands of years, the Pingshan Mountain has hidden mechanisms and traps everywhere. In addition, the erysipelas that has seeped into the ground for thousands of years has created countless poisonous insects.
The earth's energy surged and turned into miasma.
It can be said that there are many dangers.
Be careful and you never make a big mistake.
Chen Yulou naturally did not dare to look down upon him.
The day passed quietly.
In a blink of an eye.
It will be dark.
The clouds filled the sky, dyeing the whole world a fiery red.
"Shopkeeper, please inquire clearly. There are two Miao villages in the mountains ahead, called Nanzhai and Beizhai. The Yi and Han people live together. They are not as exclusive as the old Miao people. Otherwise..."
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Huama took two boys with her and left and came back.
They serve as trailblazers.
This journey has been through thorns and thorns, over mountains and rivers.
At this moment, sitting on the horse, Huamaguai cupped his hands and looked forward to it in his eyes.
Chen Yulou understood it at a glance.
This kid clearly wanted to spend the night in the Miao village.
At the end of the day, except for occasional breaks, there is almost no stopping.
Even if a person can hold on.
Horses can’t stand it either.
Find a village to live in and have warm food to eat.
"We won't enter the village."
"The mountain people's rules are not to let outsiders stay overnight. If you go there, it will be in vain."
Chen Yulou shook his head.
Looking towards the mountains.
Now they have crossed the Mengdong River and entered the boundary of Laoxiong Ridge.
There are many mountains, layer upon layer.
It’s really endless.
However, in the far distance, there seems to be a faint sight of a high mountain that touches the ground, shaped like an ancient bottle hanging upside down.
It should be the destination of their trip.
“There should be a Yizhuang over there, right?”
He stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of Pingshan.
"...Yes, the shopkeeper."
"Then rush to Yizhuang to spend the night."
Now that the shopkeeper has spoken.
Of course no one objects.
Immediately, the group of people continued on their way, running all the way under the dim light of the sky.
As the sun sets.
The moment when the light of day fades and darkness falls.
They finally arrived at Yizhuang.
The mountains on both sides are undulating, forming a long and narrow valley.
Yizhuang was built in it.
Looking from a distance.
Zhuangzi is in dilapidated condition, with broken walls and ruins, and half of the top of the main hall has collapsed.
However, you can still vaguely see the form of a mountain temple.
"Guizi, go call the door."
Chen Yulou pulled the reins and let out a sigh, and the white horse under him stopped instantly.
His horse actually has a lot of background.
It comes from Yanglongkeng in southern Guizhou, and because it is as fierce as a fire dragon, it is named Longju.
Go ahead a few decades.
That's for the royal family.
Transportation is inconvenient these days, and travel depends on carriages, horses, and ships.
Not to mention Laoxiong Ridge in Miao territory, which is inherently mountainous and rugged.
Since ancient times, except for those traveling merchants, there have been almost no human presence.
At least you don’t have to walk.
Otherwise, our legs would be broken in this endless deep mountain and old forest.
"Yes, from the shopkeeper."
Hua Ma turned over and dismounted. They, the Xiling bandits, are eating the food of the dead.
In the past, we went out to fight for gold.
What kind of place have you never slept?
Mass graves, coffins, and bamboo mats for wrapping corpses.
The sky is the bed for the earth.
Watch him as soon as you close your eyes.
But looking at that yizhuang now, under the cold moon and cold stars, a group of damn bats were flying in the air, and the wooden door with its paint peeling off suddenly made a creaking sound when it was blown by the mountain wind.
Huamaguai felt a little frightened for no reason.
But the shopkeeper and brothers Xieling were watching from behind.
He could only cheer up, gritted his teeth, walked quickly through the stone steps, walked to the door, grabbed the door knocker and knocked hard several times.
Cang-dang-cang-dang.
Bumped several times in a row.
There is still silence in Yizhuang.
No response.
Huamaguai couldn't help but feel a little strange.
Some time ago, when he brought his brothers to explore the road, he clearly asked the mountain people clearly.
There lived a second aunt named Mouse in the village.
At this point, you shouldn’t just fall asleep.
After thinking about it, Huama Guai pushed the door hard, and with a creaking sound, he pushed the wooden door open.
The probe looked inside.
A broken lamp on the table was like a bean. It was almost extinguished when the wind outside the door blew it.
However, with the help of the weak candlelight, Huamaguai could still clearly see the situation in the temple.
I saw a small place with seven or eight coffins placed in various directions.
There was an indescribable strange smell in the house, and it was gloomy.
Hua Maguai’s ancestor was a widower.
I spend more time dealing with dead people than living people.
Seeing the coffin now, he felt much calmer.
Turn around and walk to the door.
shouted at a group of people.
"Shopkeeper, it's okay."
A smile appeared on his face.
But at this moment, Chen Yulou, who was on horseback, had a look of concentration in his eyes.
This Yizhuang is not a peaceful place.
Ancient raccoon monument, one old and one young, the two wild raccoons are not far from here.
Through obscene sacrifices and evil sacrifices.
One hundred years.
I don’t know how many passing traders were killed.
The reason why Chen Yulou insisted on coming to Yizhuang.
Just come for them.
The mountain spirits and wild monsters that have been around for hundreds of years may have condensed the demon elixir.
That is a good thing for making alchemy.
It is rare to find it.
How could Chen Yulou miss it?
"Enter the village."
Thinking of this, Chen Yulou's expression returned to calm.
Just get off your horse and hand the reins to a guy behind you.
Then he took Kunlun and Miss Hong and walked to Yizhuang.
Waiting to cross the gate.
Huamaguai is burning incense.
He was born among the poor and was superstitious. He always worshiped mountains and rivers.
There is only one broken lamp on the altar table.
There is also a dusty memorial tablet.
You can still vaguely see the words Bai and Lao.
Chen Yulou knew very well that this ancient temple was originally used by the Miao mountain people to worship the old raccoon spirit in the ancient raccoon monument.
Nothing more.
Hundreds of years have passed.
The ancient temple collapsed and the incense was cut off.
Since the dead merchants had no place to bury them, this mountain temple was converted into a yizhuang.
No need for Chen Yulou to give orders.
A group of Xiling bandits quickly cleaned up the inside and outside of the temple.
He took out the wind lantern and hung it up.
The originally dark and gloomy Yizhuang suddenly became as clear as day.
In the atrium and across the courtyard.
A fire was also lit.
Huamaguai took a few people around and found that most of the side rooms in the backyard had collapsed, leaving only one room that was barely habitable.
He held a candle and pushed the door open with excitement on his face.
Just...
As soon as I walked in.
A female corpse, pale as paper, ugly in appearance, and with features as compact as a mouse, came up to her.
The dark wind howls and the air of death surges into the sky.
The smile on Huamaguai's face suddenly froze.
Caught off guard.
The whole person was so frightened that he almost collapsed to the ground.
"Shopkeeper, come quickly, his grandma's mouse has become a spirit."
(End of Chapter)