Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 115 Stealing the Incense Burner

People can take root no matter where they go. As long as there are places suitable for farming and hunting in such barren mountains and mountains, you can see hardworking figures.

It is not surprising that there are mountain roads and villages in Hengyan Mountain.

Dusk hangs on the top of the mountain, and there are still farmers busy in the fields outside the village. Hearing the sound of the wooden wheel turning, he straightened up and wiped the sweat from his forehead. by the road.

The farmer with a hoe, who was over half a century old, looked curiously at the monk and layman who got out of the cart, and couldn't help laughing: "It's the first time I've seen such a tall cart, and the first time I've seen a monk and layman walking on the road. together."

This remark caused the villagers in the several acres of land nearby to burst into laughter.

The words of the people in the mountains are mostly straightforward, without so many detours, Chen Yuan is not surprised, and then she laughed and cupped her hands.

"Old man, may I ask if there are any towns nearby?"

"No."

The old farmer waved his hand and pointed to the surrounding area: "There are no people in a radius of tens of miles, and we are just a village."

Hearing that he was inquiring about towns, the people working in the fields almost approached. This is the way of the world. If there are many villages in ten miles and eight villages, it would be fine. There is only such a mountain village in a radius of tens of miles, so I have to pay more attention to it.

"Why are you looking for towns?" Someone shouted from a long distance, and pointed to the guide: "When you reach the border of Bazhou, there are towns there, but it may take half a month to get there."

When Chen Yuan was in Guangwei, she saw the maps of several prefectures drawn by the government office. The Bazhou here is equivalent to the land of Shu in later generations. But he won't go there, besides, it's getting dark soon, find a place to rest, and make sure the location of the burrow before entering the mountain tomorrow.

Thinking about it, just as he was about to speak, Zhenhai vertical seal bowed to all the villagers.

"My Buddha is merciful... All benefactors, the poor monk met this benefactor Chen by chance on the way, and went to Bazhou together. It was getting late now, and finally saw a village here, so I wanted to rest here. convenient."

"It's convenient and convenient, the little master asked, how can it be convenient, it happens that I have a spare room in my house, the two of you will come with me."

The old man with a hoe put on the farm tools and walked up to the field ridge, and warmly greeted Zhenhai and Chen Yuan to follow him.

"It's really convenient to be a monk."

Chen Yuan smiled and said in a low voice, the monk over there just nodded and followed the old farmer for a while before saying, "Have you noticed anything wrong with these fields?"

Chen Yuan, who was originally indifferent, took a closer look at the surrounding fields after what he said, and it seemed that she really had some knowledge. Not to mention the village, the acres of fields surrounded the village, and they were scattered like a magic circle.

"It shouldn't be so barren for a village to produce a capable person. Why do foreign cultivators bother to set up an array for a village? Isn't it superfluous?"

Zhenhai just gave a vague 'hmm'.

The small courtyard of the old farmer is right in front of the village. It is not remote. The courtyard is surrounded by a fence. There is no courtyard door, so you can walk in directly. There are several layers of straw and reeds on top of the bee eyes.

"That's how it is in the village, don't dislike the two of you... Oh, it turns out there are three of you." The old farmer put down his hoe, turned around and laughed and saw the crazy old man who came out of the car yawning and stretching himself.

Chen Yuan introduced to the other party that this was his master, and shook a wooden carving in front of the old farmer, which meant the master of the woodcarving show, and said, "Unfortunately, there was an accident on the way and I hurt my head. Delicious." If the words are good to dispel the doubts of the other party.

"People walk on the road, how can they be safe every day, come here, this room is it."

The old farmer pushed open a room on the left and invited Chen Yuan and the others to go in. The inside was square and square, except for a low cabinet, a bed, and two long benches.

"You three, wait a moment, this old man is going to get the quilt."

The old farmer opened the door and walked out again, with no abnormal expression on his face.Zhen Hai turned his head and said softly: "Chen Daoyou, you and Master Ni can make do with one night in bed, and the poor monk can just meditate on the bench."

The bed really couldn't fit the three of them, Chen Yuan wanted to push Zhen Hai to sleep, but it seemed that the other party would not be crowded with Master.

The crazy old man was squatting on the long bench, looking back and forth at Zhenhai, the door over there creaked open, and it was already dark outside. The old farmer came in with the quilt under his arm, and the lamp in one hand. On the low cabinet, put the quilt on the bed and spread it out layer by layer.Chen Yuan went over to help, pushed the sheet to the corner of the bed, and asked casually, "Old man, where is your wife? Why didn't you see anyone else at home?"

"My wife died two years ago, and my daughter got married. My husband's family lives at the west end of the village. It's very close. I'm the only one left in this old house. Don't worry about the three of you. No one will disturb you."

After the sheets were pressed, Chen Yuan helped shake the mattress. After all, no one had slept in it for a long time, and there was a musty smell on it.

"However, the three of you don't go out in the middle of the night."

Zhenhai over there tilted his head slightly: "Is there a demon? The poor monk happened to collect it for you."

A sudden sentence stunned the old farmer, looked at Chen Yuan in blank dismay, and then hurriedly said: "Where is there a monster, just a little evil, let me tell you, in fact, when I was young, I remembered that there were several villages here, but one One after another, people died, and the people in the village ran away, and then it was another village's turn.

Now there is only one left in our village. A few days ago, a second-hand man died inexplicably in our village. Some people were suspicious and said that they saw the ghost of the second-hand wandering around in the village. It made people feel uneasy and ran to Shilipo all day long. Burning incense and worshiping Buddha in the temple, yesterday, someone was lucky and met a Taoist priest, so he will take a look for us tonight.This old man dared to let the three stay overnight. "

The old farmer said in a homely tone, but in Chen Yuan's eyes, he didn't think much of it. After all, the burrow here is in the Hengyan Mountain. If there is such a thing as the sun and moon pupil, it will surely take away the anger of the nearby villagers. It's just that the village is fine. Could it be that, as Zhenhai said, those fields were formed by magic circles to cover the pupils of the sun and the moon?

The light of the oil lamp in the house was flickering, and the old farmer had already made the bed. Looking at Chen Yuan's expression, he thought he was frightened by what he said, and waved his hands with a smile.

"Don't worry, the village has already invited a Taoist priest to come over to do it. But from the old man's point of view, it's all just suspicious. That second-hand man is idle all day long, either stealing this house or that house. The censer was stolen, and he was blamed by the Buddhist master in the temple. I think he died well, and he has money to hire a mage, so why not go to Bazhou and invite a doctor to come over and treat the village."

"What happened to the people in the village?"

"It's not a disease, it's just that in the middle of the night, I'm sleepy and can't move, as if I've turned into a log..."

In the middle of the conversation, someone outside suddenly shouted: "The mage has done it."

The old farmer shook his head, not intending to look at it, and told the three of them to rest earlier, then went out and closed the door.At this time, some people from the village came out and gathered around the hut at the east end of the village, pointing and talking in low voices.

"Where is the mage? Why didn't you see it?"

"It seems to accompany the village elder to look around, hey, isn't it here?!"

Everyone looked at the corner of the house, and the first thing that caught the eyes of the villagers was a bulging belly. The visitor had a fat head and big ears, a mustache on his lips, his eyes were narrowed, and he was holding a bell in his hand. Tinghu walked ahead.

"Ben Dao went to the Tianshi Mansion at the age of six, became an artist at the age of 14, went down the mountain to slay demons at the age of 20, and retired to the Liangya Mountain Mansion at the age of 30. Yesterday he came down the mountain because of a feeling, and sure enough, he met someone from your village."

"The head of the Taoist said so, so we can rest assured... the house of the second-timer is in front of him. After his death, some people saw him coming out of the house, walking around the village slowly, or walking backwards. Oh, what a shame! I'm pretty scared."

The old man in the village leaning on crutches waved the villagers away, and respectfully invited the fat Taoist inside. Perhaps because he had no family, there was only a long room with a bed in the east corner facing west At this time, a table with a missing corner was placed by the villagers against the wall on the north side, and there was a spiritual tablet of the second-hander on it.

A pair of halves of white wax faintly illuminated the name on the spirit card, exuding a gloomy feeling.

"Everyone is gone, everyone is gone, what's there to see, there is a Taoist priest here, they all go back to sleep, and they will go to the fields tomorrow." The village elder probably also understands that masters usually don't like others to look at them, so they waved The crutches drove back all the villagers who were watching the fun outside.

Turning back to the Taoist priest inside, he said, "Master Daoist, you can do it alone, then let's go first."

"This... this is natural, but it's just a little ghost."

Could it be wrong?Fearing that he would be beaten to death by the villagers, the Taoist smiled and bowed to everyone, strode to the low stool next to him and sat down.

The villagers outside dispersed in twos and threes, and it was pitch black.

The Taoist put his hands on his knees, closed his eyes and silently recited the Taoist scriptures. After an unknown amount of time, dogs barked several times in the dead of night.

woof woof~~
In the dim yellow room, there is a strange atmosphere.

"What haven't I seen before?! Are you really afraid? Hmph!"

squeak~~
The Taoist priest who closed his eyes and rested his mind trembled, opened one eye slightly, and glanced at the door quietly, only to see the door slowly opened a little with an old moan.

goo~
The chubby Taoist swallowed his saliva, there really is something, and the Daoist is not afraid of it.

Thinking about it, he took out a book from his arms and clapped it in the palm of his hand, wiped his saliva on his fingertips, and quickly flipped through the book for ghost hunting spells.

"Where is it, I turned it over before..."

The spirit card standing on the table was flickering in the candlelight at this moment.

chee chee chee ~~ chee chee~~
The sound of fingernails scratching on the door came clearly, the Taoist's fat round face suddenly turned pale, his body trembled slightly, he looked up at the spiritual tablet on the table, and the book in his hand almost turned out to be an afterimage.

Call ~
The candle flame was extinguished suddenly, and it became dark in an instant. The fat Taoist hurriedly raised his head, and at some point there was a white moonlight outside.

A figure stood in the backyard of the house, with his back to the window, moved for a moment, and walked slowly towards this side, so that people could not see his front.

　Only three more.

　　Typos all the time... a little sleepy.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)