Liao Zhai Zi is silent

Chapter 205 Ghost Town in the Mountains
Lin Zhuming wanted to overthrow his altar, but he couldn't figure out the details. Even if he defeated the evil God of Wealth, he only succeeded by knowing his ins and outs.

If it is reckless, I am afraid it will be a sliding shovel.

The people in the caravan quickly got together, and Lin Zhuoming planned to go with them.

But was stopped by the slightly fat old Taoist: "You didn't enshrine the Great God of Montenegro, you can't follow in, or you will anger the gods, can you bear the lives of so many people?"

Lin Zhuming was taken aback for a moment, not wanting to be noticed by him for being disrespectful.

At first I thought it was just a bluff, but now that I saw it, I found it was of a certain level, with a strange fragrance on my body.

Lin Zhuming didn't argue with him, so Ning Caichen looked at Lin Zhuming and then at the caravan that had already set off: "Lin Daozhang, why don't you just buy a stick of incense and say goodbye, I'll pay for it."

"No need, I can do it alone." Lin Zhuoming looked at the fat old man with a half-smile, his eyes were like lightning, so that he didn't dare to look at Lin Zhuming, only felt that there seemed to be a foreign object in his eyes, which made him uncomfortable very.

"If you go up the mountain by yourself, you may never return."

"It doesn't bother you anymore."

Lin Zhuming walked out of the temple gate leisurely.

The chubby Taoist looked uncertain, picked up a paper watch, put it on a candle and burned it, still muttering words, praying to the God of Montenegro.

Lin Zhuming went to Montenegro, but he did not go with the caravan.

As soon as he entered Montenegro, he found that he was no longer in the realm of the underworld, but seemed to be walking in the underworld.

Ghost mist filled the air, and it was too cloudy.

The plants in the mountains are so green that they are black, and listening to the birds call is also a bit scary.

It is very similar to the painted wall world in the Dragon King Mountain, between yin and yang.

Thinking about it, this Montenegro god is also refining the entire Montenegro into a body of yin and yang, turning it into his own kingdom.

No wonder it is so dangerous, if there is no prayer, it is difficult to shuttle here if you are not a believer.

To put it simply, Lin Zhuming has stepped into the domain of a certain god.

"My lord, if a gentleman doesn't stand under a dangerous wall, how can he easily take risks?"

Xu Biao persuaded him half worriedly: "This place is eerie and terrifying, covering a wide area with a radius of hundreds of miles. I'm afraid it's an existence of the level of a ghost king."

Lin Zhuming thought of the Raksha ghost king recruiting soldiers in Yangzhou City, but he didn't know if the Black Mountain king was an accomplice with the Raksha ghost king. If so, it would be troublesome.

"Don't worry, as long as you don't leak your magic power, even if you walk here, he won't notice it easily."

Lin Zhuming walked along the path, and soon the fog blocked all sides, and he couldn't see the way he came.

There was a voice calling behind him, like someone very close and familiar, but Lin Zhuming didn't turn his head.

These are all hallucinations, but they must be ghosts. This kind of thing is especially obvious at the junction of Yin and Yang, and it is a means of absorbing souls.

As long as you turn your head back, or agree, your soul will be easily taken away, wandering here until your body dies, and you will completely become a lonely ghost.

"Haha~ha~"

Suddenly far and near, there was the sound of humming a tune.

The fog in front gradually dissipated, revealing a corner of the pavilion.

The ancient trees are lush and lush, many knots are hung with red ropes and wooden signs, just like the big camphor tree sealed by Lin Zhuoming in the Wanshou Palace.

It's just that there doesn't seem to be that peaceful atmosphere here.

Lin Zhuming continued to go in, and saw an ancient town in the mountains, and an almost decaying archway said "Heishan Town" on it.

Lin Zhuming didn't even think about it, and stepped in directly.

After entering, I saw a piece of peace, like a paradise, mulberry forests and rice fields, fish ponds and rice fields.

Row upon row of houses are scattered there.

An old farmer working in the field welcomes a scarecrow like a guest.

Those people were not surprised when Lin Zhuming approached.

Only the singing that I just heard became more and more faintly visible.

Waiting to cross the field, cross a stone bridge, enter the other side of the water, and glimpse the prosperous town like a garden and palace in the reflection.

The singing halls and dance pavilions on the third and fourth floors are hung with red and yellow silk, which flutters in the wind, revealing a bit of hazy beauty.

The singing that Lin Zhuming heard just now also came from here.

"Sisters, sisters, this time the king is going to take concubines again, as long as Sizhu pure yin is born, and Sizhu pure yin dies."

The pure yin of the four pillars is born in a cloudy year, a cloudy moon, a cloudy day and a cloudy day.

Sizhu pure yin death means death in a cloudy year, a cloudy moon, a cloudy day, and a cloudy day.

Ghosts reincarnate and become humans, and humans become ghosts after death. It's just a cycle.

If life and death are pure yin, it is the mysterious yin in the story.

It is the best cauldron for monsters to nourish.

Just because the cathode is yang, the eight yin is the shaoyin, and the nine yang are the sun.

The yin and yang are born, and as long as that point of pure yang is collected, one can step into the realm of "refining the gods".

This is also the realm of "one yang life" in alchemy.

"Hey... we sisters seduce strangers every day, and we still have to serve that tyrant. When will such a day be so bad..."

"Hush! You don't want to die, and you are not afraid of being heard by grandma."

"Ugh……"

"It seems that someone new has come."

Then I listened to the sound of playing the piano, singing, and playing in the water.

Lin Zhuming thought: "Could it be a romantic brothel? No wonder these merchants choose to come here, not only to take a shortcut, but also to have a full set of cold health care. They pay for their lives and lose some of their yang essence." , a few months off the lifespan, come to such a set of ecstasy, even if you have money outside, you can’t enjoy it.”

I didn't want to go in, but thinking about it, maybe I can challenge my weakness and stick to my strength, there is nothing to be taboo about.

As the saying goes, one walks among thousands of flowers, and one leaf does not touch one's body.

Lin Zhuming went in with such thoughts.

As soon as I entered, I saw a few girls dressed like fairies in the sky to greet them, barefooted with red ropes, alluding to the wind and dust, covered with silk and satin, with a faint fragrance, but they smiled flatteringly: "Guest officer, please come inside." .”

What Lin Zhuming saw was a dead body, festered all over, maggots were wriggling under the skin, and the smell of dead rats exhaled from the nostrils, which lingered for a long time. The insect eggs on it, one by one, are very dense, yellow and white...

Not only this one, but another one next to it, the internal organs have been half eaten, and the pickled things in the intestines are also exposed, it seems that you can still see what she ate, her face was gnawed beyond recognition by an unknown beast, half of her scalp It drooped like a piece of felt.

This is the beauty in the eyes of outsiders, the proverb, the peony flower dies under the peony flower, and the peony flower is a ghost...

Lin Zhuming felt that it was a burden to take another look.

"Guest officer, do you have a good old friend?"

"No."

"Looking at the guest officer, it's also a new face." The soliciting female ghost said, the maggots in the mouth crawled out, burrowed into the nostrils, and the eyes drooped out of the eye sockets, but they didn't fall out completely. A white tendon Still pulling.

(End of this chapter)