Daxia Lingxian

Chapter 53
The refugees and passers-by at the crossroads and the Chihe Ferry looked at the dilapidated manor in the shadow of the mountain from a distance, and their hearts trembled.

I heard that there are over ten thousand coffins in Yinyue Mountain Villa, many of which are old coffins from a hundred years ago, and at night the air is very cloudy.

It has become a famous dark place in the county, even in the dog days, the inside is like an ice cellar.What's more, the old corpse has turned into a red-haired monster, which is very ominous.

"Brother Luo Dao, that's Yinyue Villa." Qian Sisuan pointed at the location, "The locals also call it... Wancoffin Villa."

Luo Ning asked: "This kind of place must be full of yin, and it is a treasure land for ghosts, but which ghost's cave?"

Qian Sisuan shook his head: "There are naturally many lonely souls and wild ghosts here, and there may be low-level ghost cultivators, but there will never be ghost cultivators above the eighth rank. Because... the spirit officer does not allow it!"

"This is Yizhuang, which is owned by the government. Even the keeper of the coffin is fed by the government, and powerful ghosts will not be allowed to occupy it."

"If it is taken over by that ghost cultivator, the city god will not agree to it first. The spirit officials have to come here from time to time for vacation to nourish their souls."

It turned out to be the holiday villa of the local spiritual officials.Luo Ning smiled.

Luo Ning looked away and stopped paying attention to Yinyue Villa.

Anyway, he would never take the risk of going to Yinyue Villa to find his body for the sake of Lu Pianpian, who is not a friend but an enemy.

A person like Lu Pianpian, who had been the leader of the real priest, involved too many powerful people, so he didn't dare to participate, lest he would get into trouble.

He still has a younger sister to protect, and so many people in the Luo family class to take care of.

Moreover, based on Chen Dalang's and Qian Si's abacus, he had a faint feeling that there might be some conspiracy in Yinyue Villa.

Just a gut feeling.

Also, if Lu Pianpian's physical body is really in the Yinyue Villa, why didn't Lu Pianpian react at all when passing by the Yinyue Villa?

Even if she has only half of Dao Primordial Spirit left and no cultivation base, but the distance is less than a hundred feet, can she not sense the existence of her physical body?
Therefore, Luo Ning had no intention of going to Yinyue Villa to find out what happened, but led the crowd directly through.

The white shaman, Murong Ling, was staring fixedly at the Yinyue Villa not far away, fiddling with a few pieces of tortoise shells in his hands, muttering something.

Luo Li looked at the little witch who didn't understand the language, and turned his head away in disgust.

She didn't like Murong Lingbei, and always felt that she was deliberately getting close to brother brother to gain his attention.

Passing through Yinyue Mountain Villa and walking another seven or eight miles, the sun finally sank under the green hill.

Sanfeng Town has arrived.

Although Sanfeng Town is the westernmost market town in Emei County, it is very prosperous.

Because this place is the junction of the three counties, the largest ferry in the upper reaches of the Chi River, and the only place where the tea-horse trade road must pass, there are many businessmen coming and going.

"Brother, after passing through Sanchuang Town, you will be jealous of your wife." Su Xian said to Luo Ning, "At most one month, we will be able to enter Fengzhu Mountain."

Qian Sisuan was very familiar with this town, he entered the market town and found a big inn with ease.

"Brother Luo Dao, the place in Paoge Town, where there is a Gelaohui in Sanzhen Town, is still safe, and the ghosts and bandits dare not come here. As long as you pay some bonuses, you will be safe."

Older brother will!

When Luo Ning and the others heard these three words, their eyes turned cold.

Everyone settled down here, and Qian Sisuan took the initiative to treat the guests and set up a large table of dishes.

But when Luo Ning ate it in his mouth, it was like chewing wax, with no taste at all.

I can't even smell the strong aroma of wine.

The boy's brows were tightly furrowed, he was unhappy and had no appetite at all.

Seeing his brother's expression, Luo Li knew that his brother's sense of nose (smell) and tongue (taste) were completely lost.

Next, there is hearing.

The ghost bait fruit is almost gone, only a little bit left.Brother has not eaten a piece of ghost bait fruit for seven or eight days.

The other ghost bait fruit is reserved for cultivating the true soul of the natal life, so it cannot be eaten anymore.

Could it be, just watching brother lose his hearing next time?
Su Xian and Li Dingguo knew it well, and couldn't help feeling anxious.

Lu Pianpian had a boozy meal, as if someone else was robbing her for a drink, tearing Su Chuo's elegant demeanor to pieces.

Completely disregarding Su Xian's resentment, Su Chuo's anger, and other people's side-eyes.

"Brother Qian, please go ahead, I don't have an appetite, I want to go back to my room to rest." Luo Ning forced a few mouthfuls and left the banquet.

It's not that you don't give face.It's the complete loss of smell and taste, and I can't eat anything.

Luo Ning returned to the room, took out some ghost bait fruits from the stage space, and ate them all.

After eating this ghost bait fruit, the sense of smell and taste recovered a bit.

But how many days can it last?

When taking Lu Zhi's magic weapon before, if he didn't eat a big mouthful of ghost bait fruit without his soul being injured, he would still have at least half of it left.

In fact, there was one that didn't move.But that one is for refining the True Soul Pill, so it cannot be eaten unless it is absolutely necessary.

"My lord." Suddenly a lark-like voice came from outside the door, "Murong Lingbei is standing outside your lord's door, requesting to enter your lord's room."

"Come in." Luo Ning said in Xianbei.

The white shaman of Mount Bayan...here she comes.

She gave Luo Ning a boob salute, and looked at Luo Ning with deep black eyes.

"My lord, I dare not hide from you. When I passed by that gloomy manor, I felt an auspicious omen."

"Your Excellency is my auspicious nobleman. Therefore, the good fortune of your lord is the good fortune of Lingbei. For at least one year, Lingbei and your lord will be in one body."

"Then, since that villa has auspicious omens for me, there must be no danger or danger to you, my lord."

Luo Ning was startled, and then sat up straight, "My white shaman, is your divination true?"

He couldn't believe it.But with his magical powers, he didn't perceive that the white shaman was acting.

Since there is no acting, it is probably not a lie?

"My lord, I dare not hide from you." Murong Lingbei said, "That place is very dark, which makes my psychic sense stronger."

"And it's so close, I shouldn't be wrong."

Her face was a little pale, as if she had expended a lot of effort to deduce it repeatedly.

Although the Tongyan Shaman looked like a girl until his death, because of being tabooed by heaven, he was backlashed by karma, and divination was very labor-intensive, so he often didn't live long.

The life expectancy is not as good as that of ordinary people. If you live to 60 years old, you will be old, and more people will die young.

The Yinshan shaman in the ancient books has the same lifespan as the great monk, which is really an anomaly.

Luo Ning pondered and said: "You mean, if I go to Yinyue Villa, I will get some kind of benefits?"

The child-faced shaman with wild and ethereal beauty nodded solemnly and replied:

"My lord, I dare not hide from you, according to the tortoise divination and yarrow..."

"If you go to that dark place tonight, you will be lucky."

Luo Ning took a few steps forward, getting closer to Murong Lingbei, and secretly operated the Ling Dao Orb.

Well, not acting.

There is no sense of acting.

Can you believe it?

It's not that Luo Ning is incompetent, otherwise he wouldn't have become brothers with different surnames with Li Dingguo and Su Xian so easily.

Being a human being in two lives, his vision of seeing people is still better than that of ordinary people.

"Okay! I'll try it then." Luo Ning no longer hesitated.

Wealth and wealth are sought in insurance.It is important to hold on, but you must also seize the opportunity.

He is also an eighth-rank monk, the master of Ling Daozhu, it's not that he has no means of self-protection.

He is the only monk in the Luo family class, so of course he can only go on adventures alone.

His younger sister Luo Li is protected by a magic weapon of longevity lock, so he can leave temporarily.

The young man called Li Dingguo, Luo Li and the others over, said he had something to do, and left alone.

Luo Ning went on the road alone very fast, and the distance of seven or eight miles was soon reached.

At this time, night fell, and a new moon rose, dimly illuminating the lonely Yinyue Villa.

The huge shadow of Qingniu Mountain is like a nightmare, covering the Yinyue Villa, making the brilliance of the stars and the moon dark.

The sound of insects is cut off, and the sound of birds is even less.

At this time, pedestrians disappeared, and there was a sense of desolation and panic.

Poems as proof:

"Only the pine wind is moving and the night is quiet, only listening to Chishui weeping on the barren mountains. Whose manor is under the cloudy moon, whose wild soul sleeps in a cold coffin."

Even the Master of the Ling Dao, at this time, he felt a little terrified.

But it was said that Luo Ning had arrived near the manor, and was secretly running Ling Dao's mind, Zhang Tianshi's character came down with true intentions, pinched an invisibility charm, and walked towards Yinyue Villa.

His invisibility spell cannot hide the consciousness of monks above the eighth rank, but it is better than nothing.

At the gate of the dilapidated manor, there are two strings of scarlet lanterns hanging. A hunched man wearing a straw hat is sitting on the moss-covered threshold, smoking a pipe.

Deaf-mute coffin keeper?
(End of this chapter)