strayed into fairy mountain

Chapter 14 [There are fierce ghosts]

Due to the rush all the way, the speed of the journey was very fast, and it was half an hour ahead of schedule, and finally arrived at Tofu Sunjiazhuang.

It's not yet midnight.

However, although it was not yet late at night, the fog was thicker than before, especially the closer to Sunjiazhuang, it seemed that the thicker the fog, and there was an inexplicable cold chill that wanted to sweep up all the time.

Fortunately, Zhang Jingxu possessed the green grass of the fairy mountain. This mysterious grass kept blowing warm currents, and the two grass leaves shook gently, protecting everyone from attack.

But this seemed to anger some kind of existence in the darkness, so the mist in the sky suddenly began to surge violently, gradually becoming like roaring sea waves, as if it wanted to swallow Zhang Jingxu and the others.

Faced with this strange situation, Zhang Jingxu lost all confidence for a while, and couldn't help but feel anxious in his heart, secretly said: "Cao'er, Cao'er, I hope you can give me a little more strength."

Maybe it heard his voice, or maybe the mysterious grass is very psychic, in short, the two blades of grass swayed again, blowing a softer warm current.

Such unexpected joy gave Zhang Jingxu a boost of confidence, feeling that this little grass is really powerful, and it is worthy of being a treasure in the fairy mountain.

At this moment, Zhang Gui, the ghost nephew, sounded surprised in his ears, and said with obvious surprise: "Uncle Zhang, Uncle Zhang, your magic weapon is so alive. The warm current it emits is very soft, but it hides A mighty force!"

"My nephew can faintly feel that this kind of mighty power is incomparably restraining yin energy, and it can even be said to be a natural enemy, a natural enemy of all evil..."

When Zhang Gui said this, his voice suddenly stopped, as if he was afraid that Zhang Jingxu would worry about him, so he hurriedly added: "But Uncle Zhang, don't worry, my nephew, I don't feel restrained."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but admire, and said again: "It's amazing, it's like a psychic, it obviously keeps emitting a huge power to restrain the evil, but it can let go of me alone... It seems, it seems... ..."

"It seems that it knows that I will not do evil, and even knows that I am your close ghost, so it will spare me and not use the power of Haoran to suppress me."

"Oh, that's really true, Uncle Zhang, I feel it. Your magic weapon is definitely a psychic treasure, and it is definitely not my nephew's random guess."

"It's cleaning my ghost energy, oh my god, it's cleaning my ghost energy."

"This kind of cleansing is not to weaken me, but a redemption of great mercy... It's as if, as if, the vast and stalwart God is saving me."

"My God, it's amazing, Uncle Zhang, what is the origin of your magic weapon!"

"All the ghosts and ghosts in the world will turn into ghosts because they died of injustice. Therefore, even if the ghosts have good intentions, their own ghost energy belongs to Yin after all. If they come into contact with living people, they will always consume people more or less. Yang Qi."

"In this situation, even the ghost itself is difficult to control, because ghost energy and yang energy are naturally diametrically opposed deadly enemies."

"But there is a kind of ghost, even if it is in contact with people all the time, it will not be harmful. It is due to the blessing of heaven and earth, so the yin of the ghost has been washed."

"This kind of situation is called redemption by our ghosts. It is said that all ghosts who have been redeemed can embark on the road of turning Yin into Yang from now on. As long as they persist in practicing, they can even become ghosts and immortals."

"Uncle Zhang, Uncle Zhang, are you listening? Do you know how excited my nephew is now?"

Zhang Gui's voice was excited and joyful, and it kept ringing in Zhang Jingxu's ears.

And Zhang Jingxu was also very pleasantly surprised, because he knew one more use of the fairy mountain grass.

It's a pity that this joy can't be shared with others. He can only answer Zhang Gui secretly in his heart: "I know, I know your excitement, but uncle, I can't speak to you, otherwise how will the yamen servants explain it?"

"If I explain to them that Uncle Zhang, I am talking to myself, it will affect my prestige and make them feel that I am an impetuous person."

"And if I tell them about your existence directly, I'm afraid these ordinary people will panic. Even if I explain that you are a good ghost, I'm afraid it will still be difficult for them to accept."

"So, nephew Zhang Gui, uncle, I can't speak to you, and I can't share your excitement and joy immediately..."

These words of regret were what Zhang Jingxu thought in his heart, even though Zhang Gui was a ghost, he couldn't hear his voice.

However, what Zhang Jingxu didn't expect was that Zhang Gui's voice suddenly sounded the next moment, and this time it didn't ring in the ear, but directly appeared in Zhang Jingxu's consciousness.

"Uncle Zhang, Uncle Zhang, there is another miraculous situation. This mysterious magic weapon of yours has enveloped me with an inexplicable power. After being enveloped by its power, I can actually talk to you with consciousness..."

In such a situation, Zhang Jingxu was startled immediately.

The next moment, he probed out from the bottom of his heart and asked, "Nephew Zhang Gui, can you feel what I'm saying in my heart?"

"Yes, yes, I can hear it!" Zhang Gui was very excited, and hurriedly replied: "It is very clear, as if you are speaking in my ear, Uncle Zhang. It is amazing, Uncle Zhang, your magic weapon is so powerful! "

Zhang Jingxu subconsciously shook the grass in her hand, feeling an inexplicable urge to 'I ask you what kind of treasure it is'.

Fortunately, he has a calm personality and barely restrains this impulse, but his heart is still excited, feeling that his confidence is getting stronger and stronger.

This little grass keeps showing its magic, and it brings him surprises every time.Let him continue to improve his confidence, as if seeing himself on a road to heaven.

……

But at this time the night was getting dark, and the mist covering the land became thicker and thicker, and even vaguely, it seemed that there were ghosts crying and whimpering in the wilderness.

Especially the closer to the direction of Sun's Village, the more serious the situation. When Zhang Jingxu and others stood at the entrance of this village, the mist was as thick as ink that could not be melted.

The yamen servants were obviously trembling.

Zhang Jingxu couldn't help but frown.

He called out to Zhang Gui from the bottom of his heart, and asked solemnly, "Is it possible that the thicker the fog, the easier it is for evil spirits or ferocious ghosts to appear. For example, in the Sunjiazhuang in front of us, the fog in the village is actually thicker than that outside the village... Is this possible?" Do you believe that there are likely to be evil spirits in the village?"

The next moment, Zhang Gui's determined voice sounded: "It's not possible, but absolutely. Uncle Zhang, we have to be careful. My nephew can be sure now that your speculation about ghosts harming people is very accurate."

When he said this, Zhang Gui's voice paused for a while, and then it sounded in Zhang Jingxu's heart again, his tone became much lower: "And my nephew can be sure that the ghosts in this village are absolutely vicious, even if It has not yet reached the level of a fierce ghost, but it is not far from a fierce ghost..."

Devil!

really!

Zhang Jingxu took a deep breath, his eyes were unprecedentedly dignified.

(End of this chapter)