Chapter 1 Taoist Fengyushan Temple
At the You hour, the sun comes in.
The sky is getting late, the setting sun is setting in the west, leaving only a faint streak of yellow on the horizon.
Twilight gradually enters Qingping Mountain, which stretches for 1,200 miles, and the mountains and forests become darker and darker. Birds are singing sparsely, insects are gradually fading, and the entire mountain seems to have entered silence with the sunset.
At the time of Xu, the entire Qingping Mountain was completely shrouded in night. Looking from a distance, all we could see was black, like a giant beast crouching here.
As the dark clouds gathered, the night wind suddenly rose, the cold wind howled, and there were thunder and lightning in the mountains and forests. However, after a while, it rained heavily.
In the Qingping Mountain shrouded in night rain and wind and clouds, only a faint light seemed to be swaying and looming in the mountain temple on the mountainside.
At this time, a young Taoist held an oil-paper umbrella and looked at the mountain temple from a distance, whispering to himself: "That creature must be here."
The Taoist's surname is Jiang. Born with the given name Yuan Chen, he is a newly promoted inner disciple of the Penglai Taoist Sect. After he has successfully established his foundation, he goes down to the mountain to practice in accordance with the sect's rules.
All disciples of the Dao Sect's Foundation Establishment need to practice outside, and can only return to the sect after opening the Purple Mansion.
Jiang Sheng traveled here and discovered that Qingping Mountain hid mysteries. It was considered a blessed place, and there were even creatures in the mountain that had some opportunities.
This is undoubtedly a benefit from heaven, and Jiang Sheng does not want to miss it.
At this time, in the mountain temple, the flames licked the firewood and made a crackling sound, and wisps of green smoke immediately went up and hovered on the roof of the mountain temple.
In the mountain temple in the rain at night, the two groups were silent around a bonfire.
In the corner on the left are a pair of grandfather and grandson. The grandfather and grandson are sitting cross-legged on a pile of withered yellow weeds, oblivious to the strong wind and rain outside and the dilapidated environment. The old man is holding two A pancake was roasting on the fire, and the little grandson was staring at the pancake eagerly.
In the corner on the right were five young men. They squatted on the ground and stretched out their hands to warm themselves by the fire. From time to time, someone yawned and took out a wine bottle from his waist to take a sip. Then he smashed his mouth and continued to stare at the bonfire.
The two groups were each doing their own thing, and no one disturbed the other. Although they were silent, there was a tacit understanding.
At this moment, the door of the mountain temple was pushed open with a creak. The two groups looked together and saw a young Taoist priest holding an oil-paper umbrella.
The young and strong group was obviously relieved and continued to cheer up and drink wine. The old man also continued to bake cakes, but the little grandson was very curious about Jiang Sheng's sudden appearance.
"The mountain rain started suddenly, and there was nowhere to go at night, so I could only make a fuss." Jiang Sheng bowed apologetically.
"Taoist Priest is joking. This mountain temple has no owner. We are here to take shelter from the rain, so why bother? Taoist Priest, please do so." The old man smiled.
Jiang Sheng noticed that when the old man said that the mountain temple had no owner, the young and strong people looked a little strange.
Ignoring the young men, Jiang Sheng walked to the grandfather and grandson: "Can you lend me a piece of firewood, old man?"
The old man knew that Jiang Sheng was trying to light a fire to keep warm, so he laughed. Said: "Master Taoist, if you don't mind it, just warm yourself by the fire with us."
"That poor Taoist is causing trouble."
After seeing Jiang Sheng sitting down, the old man kept saying, "Why did the Taoist go to the mountain late at night? Qingping Mountain is not very peaceful at night."
Jiang Sheng explained: "I am a poor Taoist. The original intention of traveling to this point was to search for a living soul, but I never thought that Ye Yu would block my way."
The old man was very curious: "Oh? Looking for a living soul? The Taoist priest didn't know that this Qingping Mountain is huge, and there are poisonous snakes and beasts. Especially if there are rare traces of the creature that the Taoist is looking for, it will be very dangerous if he accidentally encounters a wolf snake." "If the creature is very important to the Taoist, it is best to ask a local hunter to guide the Taoist. , can be a little more safe."
Jiang Sheng did not answer the old man's words. He looked at the wind and rain outside the mountain temple and suddenly said: "Old man, it's better to take care of your family. Sun Tzu, please leave first, this mountain temple is not a peaceful place.”
After hearing this, the old man shook his head repeatedly: "It's raining and windy outside, and it's very cold and wet. Moreover, the mountain road is slippery at night and is not safe. This mountain temple is a shelter from the wind and rain after all. How can we leave?" "
Jiang Sheng shook his head: "Old man, listen to Pindao's advice and it's best to leave now. "
The little grandson looked at Jiang Sheng with doubts on his face, and the old man was even more surprised. The foreigner was puzzled: "I mean, this Taoist priest, I kindly invited you to warm yourself by the fire, but you instead advised us to go out to get wet in the rain. What's the point of this?"
Jiang Sheng sighed, not yet As he continued to explain, one of the five young men suddenly said: "Hey, you are a Taoist priest, why do you say that this mountain temple is not a place of peace?"
Jiang Sheng sighed softly, faintly. Looking at the young men: "Qingping Town is at the foot of Qingping Mountain. It's hard to have peace in Qingping Town. These days, several houses in Qingping Town have hung up white flags one after another. It's hard to have peace down the mountain, and it's even harder to have peace in the mountains."
"Taoist Priest, did you discover something?" No matter how slow the old man was, he knew that something was wrong.
This young Taoist priest seems to be facing those five young men!
Jiang Sheng nodded slightly: "I discovered that the innocent souls were crying in this mountain temple; I also discovered that evil spirits were causing trouble in this mountain temple."
"Taoist! You It's so evil, where is the evil spirit?" Someone among the young men shouted angrily, looking as if Jiang Sheng was going to hit someone if he couldn't tell a thing.
Jiang Sheng’s eyes swept across the five young men and the pair of grandfathers and grandsons from left to right, and then looked at the broken mountain god statue in front of him: "The wronged soul is confused and does not know that he is dead. , and the evil that is causing trouble is right in front of you and me.”
As Jiang Sheng finished speaking, there was a sudden silence in the mountain temple.
Jiang Sheng looked at the five young men with suddenly dull faces and shouted softly: "You still haven't woken up yet?!"
This soft drink carried the power of a spell. The five young men suddenly staggered around, holding their heads tightly and wailing in pain.
"Ahhhh! Who am I? I am Wang Da! I am Wang Da! I was eaten by a tiger!"
"There are tigers! There are tigers!"
"Help, don't eat me, don't eat me, help!"
A shrill wail sounded in the mountain temple, and the five young men turned into ghosts at some point, repeating what they had been told during their lifetimes. The scene when the tiger is devouring it.
Looking at this scene, the grandfather and grandson were so frightened that they backed away repeatedly and did not stop until they reached the corner.
They never expected that they would encounter such a terrifying scene just to take shelter from the rain!
Recalling what Jiang Sheng had said before to persuade them to leave, the old man regretted holding his little grandson tightly. If he had known that this mountain temple was so scary, he would have to do it even if it rained heavily at night and the mountain road was slippery. Leave with your little grandson!
Suddenly there was another burst of crying and howling sounds from resentful ghosts!
The five staggering ghosts with painful faces suddenly stood up. At this time, their faces were dull and their expressions were sinister. Their figures gradually became illusory, but in the blink of an eye, they were filled with ghostly energy.
Ghost!
Those who are devoured by tigers will also be controlled by evil tigers after death and become the ghost servants of tigers, called slaves.
“Taoist priest, do you know that you ruined the banquet of the mountain god?”
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