After the ancestors fell

Chapter 182 Ghost four-color relic
After dawn, someone knocked on the door. It was a young man in common clothes with a set of bows and arrows on his waist.

"Several, the village chief is here to invite you." The young man looked at Mo Yu who opened the door, his face flushed.

The village chief looked a little young, in his twenties, wearing a coarse cotton robe, with a simple wooden hairpin stuck in his head.

"I'm Wushang, the village head here. I don't know how to call them?"

Qiu Bingwen took a step forward and bowed his hands to salute, "My surname is Qiu, Li Shanren's surname. These are my companions. If they strayed into your land, they will disturb you. I hope Wushang Village Chief will not blame you."

Following the polite greetings, several people introduced each other.

"I didn't take good care of it. I don't know if you are still used to it last night. Have you encountered any difficulties?"

Qiu Bingwen cupped his hands, "Your villagers are simple and honest, there is no problem, but last night there was a lot of crying outside, which made people worry. I wonder if the village chief knows the reason?"

Thinking of how Chu Xihe and Xingmu were weeping bitterly last night, Qiu Bingwen had a strange look on his face.

"Crying sound?" The head of Fushan Village glanced at several people, and asked seemingly unintentionally: "Are any of you crying along with that crying sound?"

"This? What would happen if this is the case?" Chu Xihe asked anxiously.

"A few of you are newcomers, but it's okay, you just need to drink the four-color purified water unique to my Fushan Village, and you'll be fine."

Hearing this, Xingmu and the two breathed a sigh of relief, "I don't know if the village chief knows the source of the crying?"

"Alas," Fushan Village Chief suddenly let out a long sigh, stood up, turned his back to the crowd, and looked into the distance.

"It's a long story. Seven outsiders came to the village 50 years ago, and they claimed to be monks who strayed into this place just like you. They lived in the village for half a month. One of them was the same as us. The girl fell in love, and the two stayed together day and night, making promises to each other, and the monk swore to bring my girl out of Dongfu Island."

Halfway through the story, the village head of Fushan suddenly stopped, with a look of hesitation on his face.

Mo Yu asked, "Could it be that the girl was abandoned?"

The head of Fushan Village shook his head, with more grief on his face, and continued: "The two of them left the village quietly, but not long after, people in the village found them at the entrance of the village. When they found out, the monk was already dead. The girl Then he was in a mess and became a fool. The monk was buried on the mountain by the people in the village, and the girl also lost news, and no one saw her again."

Qiu Bingwen asked: "In the end, did you find out why the two fell into such a situation? What happened to the crying at night?"

"The two of them were hurt by the curse here. As for the crying, it was the resentment of the girl after her death. Over the years, her resentment has not dissipated. She wandered around the village, and many villagers have been attacked by her resentment. "

Qiu Bingwen was puzzled, "Is there no other way in the village to let the resentful spirits do the trick?"

The head of Fushan Village shook his head helplessly, "To be honest, this is a cursed place. Although we are immortal, we can never leave here. The girl knows that the curse here is strong, and before leaving with the monk, she stole The four-color relics of the village's treasure. Although the two of them came back, they automatically lost their memories after they left the village, and the treasures were nowhere to be found. Without the treasure to suppress them, the vengeful spirits that were suppressed in the village in the past also began to play a role, killing you Su Sanniang's mother-in-law who was brought into the village was wounded by a resentful spirit and became an old woman in her dying years."

"Never grow old or die?" Mo Yu took a step back, pointing at the village head of Fushan, with a trace of fear in his eyes, "Could it be you?"

The head of Fushan Village smiled lightly, looking strangely calm, "What do you think we are?"

"I once heard my master say that there is a kind of living dead in this world, who are neither born nor dead, nor old nor perishable. Could it be that you—"

The village head of Fushan asked: "The girl's ancestor, but the surname is Wei?"

Mo Yu was startled, "How do you know?"

Both she and Xing Mu are the disciples of Wei Yijian, the incarnation of the Wuji Sword Sect.Although this matter is not a secret, not many people know about it, not to mention that this is a hidden village where you can't hide from the world.

"I met your ancestor 300 years ago. He is the only one who has left here with his memory in ten thousand years. How is he now?"

"Master is well, now he has advanced to the realm of transforming gods, thank you for your concern." Mo Yu's eyes were complicated, and he was a little more afraid of the person in front of him.

Noticing the change in the other party's expression, the village head of Fushan laughed, "Since that's the case, the things that happened here must have had no impact on his mood, and I can finally feel at ease. It's a great thing to learn about the old man today. Good thing, some of you came from afar, just yesterday the villagers brought back some meat, I have already ordered people to prepare meals for everyone to clean up the dust."

"I don't know something, I don't know Wushang Village Chief will explain it to me." Mu Qingfeng said suddenly.

"Oh, what's the matter?"

"I just heard from the village chief that anyone who leaves here will lose their memory?" Mu Qingfeng asked.

"Yes, no matter what you do here, once you leave Fushan Village, all memories about this place will disappear and cease to exist." Fushan Village Chief said calmly.

Hearing this, several people almost changed their faces. It turned out to be like this, no wonder there was no news about this place from the outside world.Several people suddenly remembered Qiu Bingwen's previous words, they seemed to be quite familiar with this place, and couldn't help but look sideways at him, but it was difficult to ask in detail because of the presence of the village head of Fushan.

However, under the frequent gazes of several people, Qiu Bingwen's face remained the same, and the expression on his face was even the same as that of everyone else, with the look of surprise remaining.

Mu Qingfeng withdrew his gaze, and continued to ask: "But why did Senior Wei leave with his memory?"

No one wants to lose a memory for no reason. Since someone can leave with a memory, it means that this matter is not without room for change.

However, after hearing this, the village head of Fushan suddenly fell silent, and looked at the distant hillside, where there was a thick old tree, and a huge stone stood below it.

"This tree seems to be quite mysterious. I don't know what kind of tree it is?"

The other party didn't speak, but following his gaze, Mu Qingfeng's voice changed, and he began to talk about things that had nothing to do with Cai just now.

However, the head of Fushan Village seemed to be even more reluctant to talk about this tree, and said perfunctorily: "Eliminating the memory is just to make this place last for a long time, and it will have no other impact on you. Why should you care about it? And, wait until you leave At that time, I will order someone to prepare some lavender for you to take away. Don’t mention this matter in the future.”

After saying this, how many people reacted, they beckoned and ordered them to be taken out.

Leaving from the village chief's residence, several people returned to the residence with the young man who led the way. Along the way, Mu Qingfeng found that most of the people here were young, except for Su Sanniang's mother-in-law, and a few others who looked older , most of them are between the teens and twenties.

This is obviously not normal, thinking of what Mo Yu said earlier about the living dead, and the legends of outside monks about the Dongfu Secret Realm.

I don't know what is the relationship between Fushan Village and Dongfu Secret Realm?If the people in the entire village were the living dead, then the people here would not be old, and they would probably not be able to have children.

Back at the residence, there was indeed some more food in it, but now none of them had the slightest desire to eat.

"Qiu Daoyou, do you still want to keep hiding it from us?" Chu Xihe suddenly challenged Qiu Bingwen, "When you were on the beach, you already planned to bring us here? What is your purpose and why did you want to hide it?" Hide us?"

"Fellow Daoist Chu, believe it or not, this incident was purely accidental, and I didn't intend to implicate you all." Qiu Bingwen argued for himself with a look of embarrassment on his face, "Although I have concealed some things from you, the people who entered here At that time, no one raised any objections at that time, how can it be all blamed on me now?"

"You're still arguing, if you didn't deliberately induce us, why would we appear here?" Mo Yu looked angry, and after learning that there were living dead here, her face remained sour. Excusing herself, she got angry and immediately asked, "Why did you do this?"

"Mu Daoyou, can I take a step to speak?" Qiu Bingwen suddenly turned his head and looked at Mu Qingfeng for help.

As soon as these words came out, the surroundings instantly became quiet, and three eyes lingered back and forth on the two of them.

Facing the eyes of the three, Mu Qingfeng nodded, and the two went to another place.

Qiu Bingwen said straight to the point: "Friend Mu, please speak for me."

Mu Qingfeng frowned slightly, "You and I have never met before, why do you think I will help you?"

"To be honest," Qiu Bingwen said after deliberation, "Mu Daoyou, have you and I met once?"

"Really? When was it, why didn't I have the slightest impression?"

"Qi Yunshan, Zixiao Leichi!"

With just a few words, Mu Qingfeng's eyes instantly turned cold.

Facing Mu Qingfeng's cold gaze, Qiu Bingwen bit the bullet and said: "Because of my family's cultivation technique, I am extremely sensitive to aura. On Qiyun Mountain that day, fellow Taoists used secret methods to cover up their aura, but my ancestors and I After all, fellow daoists were able to escape safely back then because of the merits of their ancestors, and fellow daoists have been able to practice safely all these years, thanks to our Lishan clan covering up the news for fellow daoists."

After she advanced to the Nascent Soul in Qiyun Mountain, she retreated for the first time. After she came out, she happened to meet Patriarch Li Shan who made a fuss in Zixiao Leichi for a descendant of her own blood.

"Are you the grandson of Patriarch Li Shan?"

"It's down."

Mu Qingfeng smiled, "What do you want me to say for you?"

Qiu Bingwen looked upright, "Although it was not intentional to bring everyone here, but the matter has come to this point, we should put aside our previous suspicions and work together to find a way to leave."

"But I don't even know what your purpose is, so how can I help you?"

Qiu Bingwen said: "These don't bother fellow Taoists, you just need to stand by my side later and let other people trust me."

Mu Qingfeng's eyes were burning, "That's all?"

"That's all for now."

Mo Yu approached and eavesdropped for a long time, but still in the fog, the two kept playing riddles.

In the end, she couldn't see the past, opened the curtain and walked in, "You still refuse to tell the truth, how can people believe you?"

As if he didn't expect outsiders to eavesdrop, Qiu Bingwen's expression was a little embarrassed, and he slammed the door and walked away with a dark face.

On the contrary, it was Mu Qingfeng who looked at Mo Yu with a smile on his face.

Annoyed, Mo Yu felt an evil fire in her heart. When she saw Mu Qingfeng next to her, she subconsciously wanted that other party to vent her anger, but when she suddenly saw the other party's gaze, for some reason, the anger in her heart was suddenly extinguished.Then, without saying anything, turned away from the room.

In this way, the people who were originally companions suddenly had a rift and separated.

Not long after, Su Sanniang came, and she seemed to have really taken a fancy to Qiu Bingwen, with provocative words in her words from time to time.Then Qiu Bingwen wanted to refuse but also to welcome, so several times, the two went to another place together.

Mo Yu and Pastor Xing's siblings went to the entrance of the village, only Mu Qingfeng and Chu Xihe stayed at the residence and did not go out.

"Friend Mu Daoist, have you ever been in Baiqiaoyuan before?"

Chu Xihe suddenly walked up to Mu Qingfeng, holding a purple-gold ball in his hand, "Master said he got it from a good friend in the past, and it was given to me as a life-saving item before leaving. I don’t know if you can recognize it?”

"Of course I recognize it. I made this thing earlier, but it's useless here."

Inspiring Lei Zhenzi needs aura as an introduction, but here, as a forbidden place, there is no aura, and all aura things are useless.

Suddenly, Mu Qingfeng stood up, and his eyes fell on Chu Xihe's back. There were several people's packages there, including Qiu Bingwen's crutch. I didn't bring it with me.

Looking at the crutch, Mu Qingfeng walked over, held it in his hand again, and after looking at it for a while, he slammed it on the ground.

With a click, the crutch split into several pieces.

"Here, you—"

Chu Xihe was stunned, "Senior, why did you do this?"

Mu Qingfeng ignored the change of her address, staring at the fragments of crutches scattered on the ground, picked up a small piece of it, and took out a white bone the size of a thumb.

This white bone was as warm and moist as jade, and it was warm and cool to the touch. Mu Qingfeng even felt the spiritual power in his body that had been silent for a long time began to fluctuate slightly.

Seeing Mu Qingfeng unceremoniously put the bone into his purse, Chu Xihe was a little dumbfounded, "Senior, didn't this crutch belong to Fellow Daoist Qiu?"

Mu Qingfeng nodded and agreed, "You're right, the crutch is indeed still his."

"But why did you take that bone?"

"A bone is a bone, a crutch is a crutch, and the two are not the same thing."

Chu Xihe was speechless, watching Mu Qingfeng walk away, she sighed softly, "That's all, what does it have to do with me."

Fushan Village is bigger than expected, Mu Qingfeng walked all the way, and found that there is a stone screen at the door of every household here, and there are some unclear stone paintings or some ancient characters carved on it.Probably because of the long time, these paintings and characters are somewhat blurred.

From these ancient characters and paintings, Mu Qingfeng pieced together some things that happened in the village in the past.

(End of this chapter)