A different fairy road

"Haunted?" After hearing this answer, everyone was stunned. This was supposed to be a word that appeared in folklore. It was no stranger to them, but it was still new. After becoming monks, their vision has changed. With the improvement of spiritual practice, I no longer believe in the theory of ghosts and gods. In my understanding, the so-called hauntings are usually just caused by some monks, but in the eyes of these mortals, they become mysterious.

Uncle Wang nodded and said nothing more , the look of fear can clearly be seen in his eyes

"Yes, it's haunted……"Uncle Wang repeated it again, the cigarette in his mouth kept clicking, as if he was reminiscing. After a long time, a story slowly came out of his mouth...

About a year ago, a group of people came to the village. Judging from their clothes, He should be a monk, the kind who is good at all kinds of magic, just like an immortal. This is not surprising, because there is Huoyun City not far from here. Many people will pass by here when they go there, and young people in the village will also go to Huoyun City from time to time.

The five people looked young and wore all white clothes, like mourning clothes. But how can we mere mortals say that to our faces? Alas, they look young, and there is a girl among them who looks to be in her early teens. I really don’t know which sect she belongs to. I remember the monks who came here before, no matter how ugly their clothes were, they would not wear mourning clothes.

Wearing such mourning clothes is really unlucky. How can any living person wear mourning clothes? But they are monks and we are mortals, so we dare not discuss it even in secret.

However, although the taste in clothes of these young people seems not to be good, they are nice people. They have been helping out a lot during the few days they have been living in the village, and they also chat with us old people from time to time.

As time passed, the relationship between them became a little closer, perhaps because they were not as arrogant as other monks.

Oh, by the way, it seems that they were seriously injured at the time, so they came here to rest, but it was hard to tell what kind of injuries they had suffered, and they were forgotten about it later.

I just remember that about half a month later, they said that they had recovered from their injuries and it was time to leave. This was a normal thing. But something strange happened. That night, the night before they left, the little girl who seemed to be the smallest seemed fine during the day, but ended up in the middle of the night...how could this happen? There were no wounds visible on the body, but there was something like a bruise on the neck, but it was not. It seemed like it had grown out of the body inexplicably.

In the middle of that night, no one in the village had slept well. If a villager died, they would at most find a place to bury him, but if a monk died... I'm afraid it would be the end. At first I thought I would be killed by them. After all, there have been rumors that monks kill people at every turn. After a long time, even if you don't believe it and have never seen it, you will believe it. Although we get along pretty well these days, this is a monk after all, not from the same world.

But... they were kind-hearted and just buried the female doll. They said it was like this in their sect. People were buried wherever they died. After burying them, they left. They thought it would be over, but who knew Three days later, the village began to be haunted. Some people said they saw a short female ghost floating in the back mountain, some said they saw a headless ghost chopping bamboo with a knife in the bamboo forest, and others said When you see a ghost crawling out of the mud in your own field, everyone has a different story.

After that, people disappeared from time to time in the village, which made people panic. As time passed, people in the village gradually moved out, leaving only us elderly people with limited mobility unable to leave.

"There are no more than five households in this village now."Uncle Wang sighed, picked up the cigarette rod and took a deep puff.

After saying that, there was a long silence in the house. Chen Jiutian looked at the old man and asked with some doubts:"Since this village is haunted, have you ever tried to tell him? Looking for outside help? For example, Huoyun Palace, I remember this is not the territory under the jurisdiction of Huoyun Palace?"

When Uncle Wang heard this, he took a deep look at Chen Jiutian and said,"Help? is that useful? Why haven't we tried it? But once the news spreads, no one cares about it. Who cares about the life and death of mortals?"

"this……"Chen Jiutian was about to refute, but when he thought about it carefully, what Uncle Wang said made sense. It was just a village, and there were many people in the world. The missing people were only mortals, and they would not affect the sect. Moreover, even if they were taken care of, they would not be affected. If you can't get any benefit, why waste your efforts? This village is the only way to Huoyun City. Are there no other monks to solve it?"

"Other monks? Uncle Wang snorted coldly:"Yes, so what?" It's the same sentence, who cares about the life and death of mortals?"

It's this sentence again, it's extremely simple, and no one questions it, and there's no reason to refute it.

"Okay, I’ve said what needs to be said. You guys probably want to take a rest, right? This place is too small. If you want to rest, just come with me."Uncle Wang said, stood up with his legs and walked towards the door.

Everyone looked at each other and naturally chose to follow. Xingyuan was walking at the end. Xun Changsheng happened to finish washing the dishes and walked out. Xingyuan saw him. The look on his face was still gloomy, so he asked:"Are you okay?"

Xun Changsheng shook his head and frowned, as if he was thinking about something.

Seeing this, Xingyuan said nothing. From the time when Mr. Xun and Aunt Wang talked before, she could tell that Mr. They have a close relationship. Now that the village is like this because of the haunting, he must be very uncomfortable. It is only because he is a Confucian and Taoist person that he can maintain it like this.

Under the leadership of Uncle Wang, everyone passed through several twists and turns. The road, then walked down several bluestone steps, and finally came to a slightly larger wooden house, which stood in the forest.

After everyone thanked them, they entered the house. There were five rooms in the house, including the kitchen and the hall. , there were only two wooden beds, which were slightly shabby.

There was a layer of dust accumulated on the couch. It was obvious that no one had been here for a long time. Seeing this, Chen Jiutian felt very impatient. Those cultivators passing by here must have spread the news. He was released, but no one took care of him at all. In order to avoid a lot of trouble, he didn’t even go through this necessary route, right?

Although he thought so in his heart, in fact, Chen Jiutian was not in contact with those people. Same? He is also a monk, and he has also stood by and ignored these mortal affairs. Recently, although he only asked Du Liantian and others on the surface, in fact only he knew what he was thinking. It can only be said that the human heart of a cultivator They are all dirty. At least when it comes to self-interest, it is extremely difficult to give in.

Just like now

"Everyone, I think this haunting may be related to the Baisang Sect. The so-called female child must be one of the mourning species of the Baisang Sect."From the moment he entered, Xun Changsheng leaned against the door, frowning as if he was thinking about something. At this moment, he finally couldn't hold back and spoke out.

"Baisangmen?"This is the first time she has heard of it, but judging from the name, it must not be a good thing." Xingyuan thought.