"Village chief, I want to ask you something. Decades ago, there was a Huluo family here. Well, it was the family whose whole family died. Where are they buried?"
Li Jun promised to help Yan Shi find his lost son. He wanted to find the person in life and the body in death, so he planned to go to the burial place of the Luo family to see if there was any memory left.
Maybe we can find some clues?
Of course, this hope is slim. People have been dead for decades. Without special preservation methods, the memory will only last three to five years.
The village chief was lying on the ground now, unable to stand up at all. He thought for a while and told Li Jun that the Luo family hid in Guizanglin after their death.
"Ghost Hidden Forest?"
When the village chief saw that Li Jun spoke calmly and without any airs, he became more courageous.
"This is a long story. If you don't mind it, please come to my home and sit down. I will tell you slowly."
Li Jun nodded.
"Excuse me, by the way, can you help bury this old man properly? I will pay you for the labor. Is this enough?" Li Jun took out a gold ring and handed it to the village chief.
The village chief's eyes lit up and he took it tremblingly. He couldn't help but squeeze it with his hands: "Enough, it's really enough."
Li Jun came to the village chief's house. There were many villagers outside the door, all looking at Li Jun with fear and curiosity.
"Dear guest, let's have some tea."
"Thanks."
The village chief brought out a bowl of yellow-orange hot tea. The mist was rising, and three leaves were soaked in it. The tea had a pleasant aroma. Li Jun fell in love with this rough tea since he came to Huzhou.
This rough tea is brewed from the leaves of oak trees in the mountains. It is loved by both the poor and the rich. It is drunk cold to relieve the heat in the summer and hot in the winter to warm the body.
After taking a sip of tea, Li Jun asked: "Where is the Ghost Hidden Forest? What's the point?"
The village chief told Li Jun that there was a small forest to the east of their property. Heavy fog often appeared in the forest, and it was very easy for people to get lost in it.
The villagers called this place Guizanglin.
It's an evil place.
Going in in broad daylight will give you a cool feeling. Over the past few decades, many people have disappeared in the forest. Some people said they were eaten by ghosts, and some said they were taken away by wild beasts.
But there are no big beasts in our world!
The village chief shook his head and sighed.
"Since it is an evil place, why are they buried there?" Li Jun asked.
The village chief thought for a while: "According to the old people, that place used to be not evil, but since the Luo family died when an entire family died, it became an evil place due to excessive resentment."
Li Jun's face turned cold.
"The Luo family has done something harmful to nature and justice, and evil will be punished."
The village chief nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, evil will be punished. I am an old mortal with little knowledge. Please..."
"Take me to see it."
Li Jun interrupted the village chief.
The village chief looked embarrassed and said cowardly: "That place is evil!"
Li Jun stood up: "I'm not afraid."
…
Walking into Guizang Forest, a gust of cold wind blew, and the village chief wrapped himself tightly in his sheepskin cotton jacket unconsciously. However, he saw that Li Jun and Mrs. Hou were both wearing single clothes and did not look cold at all.
"Weird." The village chief muttered secretly.
He pricked his head and walked forward. Unexpectedly, a heavy fog began to appear around him. People looked like ghosts in the fog. Even the moon in the sky was hazy, and the surroundings were extremely quiet.
Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the side.
The village chief couldn't help but look sideways, and saw a white figure hanging on the tree next to him, swaying, pale, cold, and penetrating.
"Ghost, ghost!"
The village chief yelled and fell to the ground. Suddenly a pair of warm hands patted his shoulders: "The heart is upright and evil spirits will not invade. Just look again."
Li Jun's voice seemed to have magic power. The village chief was convinced. He turned his head and took a closer look, and saw that there was a female ghost in white somewhere. It was clearly a white oak branch.
"You must be an immortal master, right?"
Walking in the gloomy woods, stepping on the soft leaves, the village chief was both scared and excited. What he had done today would be enough for him to brag about for the rest of his life.
Soon, we came to a graveyard.
There is a large locust tree growing on the tomb. The locust tree has a well-developed root system, and its roots are densely covered on the tomb, which is terrifying.
"My lord, there is something wrong with this locust tree."
"The locust tree is originally a yang tree, which can drive away some imps. However, if the locust tree absorbs corpse energy, it will turn into a yin tree, which can easily cause evil spirits.
It seems that the evil things in Guizanglin must be related to it, but who would plant a locust tree on the grave?"
Folk Feng Shui is very particular. If the tree roots are wrapped around the coffin, it is a bad omen and it is easy for strange things to happen.
"Break it open." Li Jun said calmly.
"As commanded."
He San was now in the body of a donkey. He walked proudly to the grave, knelt down with his hind hooves, and dug with his front hooves. The whole grave was entangled with locust tree roots.
After He San dug it open, he saw a tiny white bone lying among the dense root system.
Judging from his body shape, he looks like a toddler.
This... is definitely not the Luo family.
The tree roots are entangled with the tiny white bones. The body of the bones is twisted, and the bones have a painful look on their faces.
Li Jun looked at it carefully for a while, then suddenly took out the butcher's knife, jumped into the grave, and chopped down the locust tree fiercely. Jin Shizhiyin remembered that the locust tree was bleeding stinky blood.
Soon, Li Jun finished cutting down the roots of the locust tree and took out a complete skeleton covered with scars.
The white bones squirmed slightly, and the body stretched out, as if there was life.
"The art of refining ghosts?"
He San stepped forward, looked at it carefully, and choked out a sentence: "There are many kinds of ghost refining techniques, and among them is Shu Lian.
Mortal practitioners who have little cultivation and cannot control powerful ghosts will find some children and refine them into ghosts for driving.
After all, this kind of technique should be included in the Yin and Yang Dao."
A child's figure appeared on the bones. Seeing Li Jun shivering, Li Jun gently comforted him for a moment, and the figure finally calmed down.
A shadow of a child emerged from the bones, about five years old and timid.
"May I have your name?"
The child said nothing and looked at Li Jun warily. No matter how Li Jun coaxed him, it was of no use.
"Brother, let me come."
Mrs. Hou Yingying stepped forward, gently held the child in her arms, and whispered comforting words. Soon, a smile appeared on the child's face and he began to communicate with Mrs. Hou.
However, in everyone's ears, it was Mrs. Hou talking to herself, and the child's mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out at all.
"Brother, he is the son of Yan Mountain God, Yan Xiaohu." Mrs. Hou hugged Yan Xiaohu and said to Li Jun.
"Yan Xiaohu? Who killed him?"
"I don't know. His memory of his death was completely blank. He only remembered some scattered memories of his life. Yan Xiaohu told me that when he opened his eyes, he was already trapped in the mud.
He couldn't move or cry, only boundless fear. The bugs crawled on him and ate his flesh, feeling that his body was decaying day by day.
However, he always kept his eyes open. Later, many branches appeared surrounding him, entangled him, and the branches pierced his body. It hurt~