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There are no ghosts in the place of Yin Spirit. What else can be found?

Xiang Gai didn't say much, rushed down the deserted hill, turned to the right, and headed straight for a hill in the distance.

Everyone was unclear and followed in a swarm of rushing to follow.

A San, who did not forget his senior brother, said curiously: "Senior brother, what are you holding in your hand?"

After Wujiu walked down the deserted hill, he walked alone. After walking a few steps, Xiang Gai had been taken over by others. He looked at the crowd passing by and A San who turned his head and looked around, without saying a word, and raised his mouth casually.

The wild grass picked has long withered and falls away from the dust when it encounters weathering and dust.

A few miles away, there is a hill. There is a gap between the hills.

Xiang Gai rushed over the hill and stopped suddenly: "Rye..."

Behind the hill is a low-lying valley.

The low-lying valley was afraid that it would not be a radius of dozens of miles. Although it looked desolate, there were more puffs, clusters and patches of black wild grass among the gravels. The low-lying ones covered the ground, while the strong ones were as tall as the knees, just like the farmer's roads, but there was an indescribable weirdness.

Seeing this, everyone was shocked.

"I only heard that among the grains, there are rice, millet, sorghum, wheat, and beans. What is this rye?"

"It's clear that humans are made, otherwise how could there be so many rye?"

"According to this point, is there anyone living here?"

"Who lives in it? Is it a human or a ghost..."

"senior……"

"hehe!"

Xiang Gai smiled at the people on both sides and said, "As we all know, Ji is the lord of the five grains, and the honorific title of the god of the five grains. And the Yin Spirit also has five grains. This rye is the staple food for the Yin Spirit to live on. Since the rye is formed into ridges and pieces, it means that there are Yin Spirits living here. Yin Spirits, also known as ghost spirits, are also ghosts..."

"Oh my God, ghosts plant crops..."

"It's not surprising that everything in the world is there in the underworld..."

"If all the ghosts are sent together, what should you and me..."

"Ghost spirits are not as good as wild ghosts, and they act according to the opportunity, so it's okay..."

"Hey, this rye will be dry when you get it..."

"Rye is a yin thing. Once you touch the vitality, the yang energy will never be able to survive. Listen to me-"

Xiang Gai raised his voice and ordered, "If you see anything on the way, it is all evil. You must not act rashly. I will decide everything!" He turned his head and said sternly, "If that junior from Yuantianmen makes any decisions, I will ask you!"

Wujiu fell to the end, and just as he got from far away, he saw more than ten pairs of eyes looking at each other. He was slightly stunned, and then as if he had not seen it, he walked across the hills and went to the side, and spat in the cold wind that was swelling.

What is "good at making a decision"?

If I hadn't discovered something, who could have found this place? I would like to ask, it would be just taking the opportunity to show my power! A immortal cultivator really thinks he is a character. Bah!

"Wait and be careful, follow me-"

Xiang Gai shouted and continued to move forward with everyone.

A San's man had short legs and trotted, then slowed down again, and smiled with relief: "Without magical power, my senior brother's foot strength is nothing more than that. I'll wait for you..."

A monk cannot use magical powers, and he runs all depends on his feet. With the strength of Xianggai, he can only lift his feet two or three feet away. The disciples of the feathers are at most more than one feet. Some people are calm or elegant at one step, but they are too slow. Compared to him, A San, it seems that they are different.

Wujiu was carrying his hands on his back and still walking. While looking at the scenes far and near, he nodded casually.

Asan jumped and took two steps at a time: "Senior brother, why are you always unpleasant?"

After this guy developed feelings, he also learned to comment.

"In my opinion, even if you are unbearable and have bad deeds, you are not a person who is unforgivable or narrow-minded, which leads to a strange temperament and disgusting people. Ouch..."

A San was so excited that he was suddenly slapped in the head. He caught off guard and hurriedly dodged, but saw the person behind him still with his hands on his back and it seemed nothing had happened. He covered his confused head and said in surprise: "Senior Brother, you won't choke your neck anymore, you'll start the head..."

Wujiu kept his feet and curled his lips: "I'm not a spirit stone, why bother to please everyone!"

"Hey, it makes sense..."

"Yeah, you're enlightened? Have another slap..."

"Show mercy, I'll spare..."

"Hmph, if you dare to say anything to me again, please be blessed..."

"Senior brother, how come I have slandered you? Who doesn't know how you are? Only I admire you very much, but I am bullied. Ask yourself, how can you bear it..."

"Hey……"

The valley that has been dozens of miles passes in a moment.

But the twelve people in the group stopped silently and watched.

A few miles away, the mountains and forests stretch.

There are countless houses built around the mountains and forests. There are smoke rising and figures appearing. There are also sounds of chickens and dogs, which are like a scene of a farmer's pastoral countryside. However, the sky, the mountains and forests, and the weeds beside the road are all in dim colors. It seems that the season of late autumn has stopped here, but it has not left since ancient times.

Xiang Gai always showed off an omniscient virtue. When he saw a large number of villages, he couldn't help but be surprised. After he hesitating for a while, he continued to move forward without fear.

Sometimes, ghosts are not scary. What they are afraid of is the unknown, and what they are afraid of is the unpredictable.

Awei was secretly worried and gave Asheng a wink. Asheng understood and signaled Ali, Asan and Wujiu to follow him. Five disciples from the Yuantian Sect were faintly grouped alone.

The six people from the Golden Water Gate also gathered together to make a surprise accident and take care of each other.

And no matter each other, both families hid the flying sword they held in their arms.

Xiang Gai didn't care about everyone's actions and just walked towards the village.

In the blink of an eye, a row of cottages was more than ten feet away.

There is a courtyard in the middle of the house, with rammed walls and a large door open, surrounding a group of people, which looks very lively. Among them are men and women, old and young. Some are cloth clothes, long gowns, buns, hair, strong or thin. No matter they are each other, their skin is yellow, their eyes are black, and they are laughing constantly. Although the voices are obscure, they can be roughly understood, as if they are importing children, celebrating new life, etc.

A black-skinned dog ran over, drooping its tongue and waving its tail, as if it was welcoming guests from afar.

Xiang Gai raised his hand to signal, and everyone stopped. His expression calmed down, glanced sideways and then raised his head and looked up, and he wanted to see the truth of the village and the men, women, and young and old.

Unexpectedly, the dog approached, lowered his head and sniffed it lightly, then retreated, and suddenly grinned and shouted "Wool".

Xiang Gai was suddenly startled and kicked up. The people in front of the courtyard were already alarmed, but they all turned to greet him. He was forced to withdraw his feet, and the dog barked more happily and fiercely. He wanted to leave, but there were people all around him. He was anxious and embarrassed, and he was about to get angry when he felt a slight slightest in his heart. Some of the disciples of the Jinshui Sect behind him had reached their arms and their eyes were full of evil.

It is convenient for someone to rush out of the yard at this time.

He was a stout man. He ran over with great strides, kicked the black dog away, and then clasped his fists and spoke. After a few words, he laughed again.

All monks have the ability to remember everything they see, and the dialect here is not difficult to understand. After a little experience, they can understand the man’s intention. The other party said that his wife had a son for him, and neighbors from all over the world came to congratulate him. As soon as a distant guest came, it added a little more joy. He should go to the yard to rest for a while.

Sure enough, the man reached out to invite him.

Xiang Gai suddenly realized and gave a wink with his left and right. Ah, Ah Cheuk and others also felt relieved and showed ambiguous smiles. So the neighbors surrounded him and a large group of people ran towards the yard.

The man greeted him in front of the door, and was full of joy.

Wujiu was the last step on the steps in front of the door. Before he entered the door, the black dog ran over again, roaring like crazy, and almost biting his heel. He paused under his feet, and the black dog ran back in fear.

"Damn dog, bet--"

The man hurriedly waved his hand to drive him away and smiled apologetically.

Wujiu grinned and took the opportunity to walk into the yard.

The dog refused to give up and still barked in front of the door. The sharp screams made the festive scene more out of time.

The man didn't think much about it, but felt embarrassed in front of the guests.

He turned around and grabbed the black dog, walked a few steps, walked around the yard, picked up a rope and put it on the dog's neck, tied it to the stone, and kicked it a few more times. The dog lay on the ground, whining, and seemed quite aggrieved and quite frightened.

"This dog has always been obedient, but today he is crazy..."

The man turned around and returned, very puzzled.

"It is said that the black dog is spiritual. Can you say that a foreign object has come to your house..."

Not far away, an old man sat under a big tree. He closed his eyes, dirt hung at the corners of his eyes, and a crutch in his arms. He was the blind father of his neighbor.

"Dad, don't talk nonsense. Today, my family is very happy, all the people who come to congratulate their neighbors..."

Lu'er, like a nickname or a homophonic. In short, the man is called Lu'er. He heard the sound, stopped, waved his hand again, and said disapprovingly: "I'm busy..."

"Oh, you're busy..."

The blind father was disturbed by each other unintentionally, but he couldn't help asking: "I don't know if there are any outsiders..."

Louer replied casually: "Ah... there are a group of guests who look at the face and have different accents, or come from a distant village..."

"Let's wait--"

"Dad, what's the matter?"

The basket was plagued by trivial matters and smiled bitterly.

But when the blind father turned his pale pupils, he seemed surprised, and then handed out the crutch in his hand, saying without any doubt: "Those guests must have ghosts!"

"Dad is joking, where is there a ghost..."

Even though Lu'er said that, he respected his elders.

He hesitated for a moment, but still strode back, reached out to take the crutch, but was caught by a skinny hand.

I heard my father say solemnly: "Lan'er, take my Yin Wooden Staff away. It's a human or a ghost. You can tell if you try..."
Chapter completed!