Chapter 515 The Red Dust Refinement of the Political and Taoist Association 11
"People in this world can already hear the movements of the dead, and the dead more than ten days ago should have disappeared long ago, but they are still here." Zhan Changfeng pointed to the battlefield in front of him, "Look, they will no longer repeat the last move.
Behavior, started to behave differently."
At the place pointed by her, the soldier's heroic spirit abandoned his spear and swallowed another soul with a ferocious face.
These dead record the final moments of the battlefield, and now, order is chaotic.
"They are going to turn into ghosts." Yi Changsheng had doubts, whether someone was pushing it or there was something wrong with the place itself.
Nothing can happen suddenly, there should be clues before this happens.
When it got dark, they first went to Shimen Pass to rest. Yi Changsheng told Jin Xiu, "Go and ask where the most people have died here in the past year, such as villages and towns."
Shimenguan is located in Cangyan Mountain, and most of the villages are built on the mountain. They are hidden behind green trees and smoke, and traffic is extremely blocked. It is not easy to find news about them. However, due to the war, most of the people moved out and left.
At Shimen Pass, there are some signs of news.
"Three months ago, there were many casualties in the northern foothills of Cangyan Mountain. I found a villager who stayed in the army as a cook and asked him about the details. His words were unclear and his expression was frightened. After questioning, he said...
"Jin Xiu paused, "He said that the dead went away quietly, with bruises all over their bodies, their eyes open, and a look of fear."
Yi Changsheng thought about it, "They were probably scared out of Shimenguan... Fang Chi."
She only called her name in the second half of her sentence. One of the two rows of personal guards outside the house stepped out and asked, "What are your orders, Your Highness?"
"Bring me a message to Yuanyuo, and ask him to come over to me before noon tomorrow to find out what's going on." Fang Zhe replied, "I'll do it now."
Fang Chiu repaired a letter, and the flying pigeon disappeared into the dark sky without stars and moon, and said secretly, brother, we are just doing business, but having said that, it is too easy for His Highness to summon the enemies who were against him just now.
The flying pigeon landed on the window sill of the cabin in the forest. There was a fire in the cabin, a deerskin bear head hung on the wall, and tools such as animal traps and shovels piled in the corner. It looked like a temporary residence for hunters in the mountains.
place.
Determining the location carefully, this hut is actually also on the Cangyan Mountains, but it is at the east foot of the mountain that few people can climb, directly facing the Thousand Blades Wall.
The light from the fire passed through the window, climbed over the verandah, climbed over the railing, and reflected a bright light. The fine snow was fluttering in the light. There was no wind here and the snow was not heavy. Maybe the ancient trees were too tall and dense, maybe it was because of good feng shui.
.
A place with good Feng Shui is suitable for beautiful people to lean on the railing and watch the snow.
Sui Qinghan stood in the cold next to the bright light, as if he was looking at the snow, or as if he was in a daze aimlessly, with no specific focus, until an unexpectedly fat pigeon landed on the window sill and jumped a few feet.
, then flew up to the railing at her hand, her two paws left dirty marks on the white surface of the thin snow, and then slipped and fell into the grass outside the corridor.
"...Pratyakyu, your flying dove."
"Our temple doesn't use flying pigeons. The donor must have made a mistake." A voice came from inside the house, "It's just the donor."
Sui Qinghan said categorically, "Xuanyin Palace cannot raise such stupid pigeons."
Yuan Jie had no choice but to come out and pick up the pigeon struggling in the grass, twist out the note, lean against the window sill to read the content on it, and after a while he said, "The prince invites a poor monk to get rid of ghosts."
Sui Qinghan looked as if he was distracted, as if he hadn't heard anything. Yuanjue pinched the note and said, "Is the feud between you two still unresolved?"
"Don't worry about it."
"The poor monk also had misunderstandings about her before, but now they have solved it. In fact, the poor monk thinks that her governance of the world is no worse than that of Xu Weixian, and she is a wise person at heart." Yuanyuejue said with neither joy nor sadness, "
Don’t be attached to the donor, as it will not benefit you.”
"It has nothing to do with this." Sui Qinghan turned over his hands and put on his bamboo hat, "Don't forget what will happen in seven days."
The clear shadow entered the cold forest, only to see traces of snow but no trace of it. Pratyekabuddha recited a Buddha's name, replied to the letter, and left.
As light as a swallow and walking like a snake, he arrived at the place mentioned by the prince exactly at noon.
It was a village, and the houses were arranged on the mountain, like crops close together on the terraces. But the space was too quiet, so Yuanyue walked along the old stone steps between the wooden houses on both sides, and there was a breeze blowing from somewhere.
The unclosed door opened and closed back and forth, clicking, adding a touch of strangeness to the silence that made people's hair stand on end.
"Master!" A loud shout came from the fork in the distance, and the man like an iron tower waved his hand, "His Royal Highness is waiting for you above."
Yuanjue held the demon-conquering pestle and walked toward him, "I dare to ask the donor what happened here."
"Master!" the man shouted and waved his hand, "His Royal Highness is waiting for you above."
The pace of Pratye Awareness remained unchanged, and the white cassock occasionally flashed with golden light in the morning light. He recited the Heart Sutra and slammed the magic pestle in his hand on the ground, and the phantom dissipated in the wind.
The benefactor Fangzhuo was a stubborn guy, how could he be called Master Poor Monk? Prayatikabuddha looked at the fork, where the houses were scattered high and low, and the paths led up, down, back and forth. He did not think about looking for the prince, he only thought about it.
Since this phantom pointed the way specifically, you might as well take a look and maybe you can find out the source of the strangeness.
It seems that no one has lived here for a long time. Even the meat hanging in front of the house has dried and changed color, and is wrinkled and dark. There is also a rack for drying clothes, with one end resting on a wooden fork, the other end poked in the mud, and a few scattered pieces of clothing.
It fell to the ground like a faded rag.
It is clear to me that it looks like decay.
"What did the monk see?"
An indifferent voice came, Yuanjue looked back and saw Yi Changsheng on the gray old steps outside the fence of the small courtyard.
That person was wearing a rare white robe, with mountains and rivers embroidered into dark patterns, gold and silver threads to represent the sun and moon, and a green jade hairpin in her hair. She looked down at him for no reason, making people feel that the clouds and smoke of ancient and modern times could not suppress her for a moment.
Unparalleled elegance.
Pratyekabuddha clasped his hands together and said, "Things without an owner are easy to wither."
"March, why is it so bad?" Yi Changsheng strolled towards a path, Zhan Changfeng said, "It's so quiet here, I can't hear any sound. If it weren't for the ghost hitting the wall just now, I really thought it was just an empty space.
village."
She knew that this trip was not an easy one, so she only brought two people, Jin Xiu Fangzhe. They also knew that the things they might encounter could not be solved by force. At this time, they carefully observed the surroundings and only nodded to Yuanyuejue.
Don't say a word.
Yuan Jie didn't say much and silently followed them walking in this empty village.
They chose to enter the village at noon when the sun was the strongest, but they didn't know whether it was because of the late winter or early spring or because it was in the mountains. The green mist always lingered around the village, unable to drive away the coolness, but strangely, they couldn't find it.
The exact cause.
Yi Changsheng only knew that there must be a big ghost hiding here, watching them in the dark, and based on the level of confusion the ghost had when breaking the wall, this ghost was still within the manageable range.
Suddenly, Jin Xiu, who was scouting the road ahead, shouted, "Your Highness, there is smoke."
Everyone's expressions suddenly became strange. When he stepped onto the high ground where he was and looked around, he did see a house halfway up the mountain in the distance, with smoke rising from the roof.
Fang Zhe asked, "Is it possible that there are still people who have not moved away?"