My daily mountain driving, I met a fox at the beginning and got married

The sudden change had put the three people into a state of petrification.

Yu Bin even said with a confused face: "Are we... going to die here?"

"What are you talking about? How is it possible!" Baonar patted Yu Bin on the back and said, "You are not from the village. No matter what, you will never be like us."

"We?" Yinhui noticed Baonar's wording and slowly walked towards him and said, "I have never seen you in the village, but you said 'we'? Who are you?"

Bonnar was exposed.

Xingyue also came to her senses and hit the point with one sentence.

"Who killed her? Does the saint who has been dead for three hundred years really have such powerful abilities?"

Following Xingyue's words, everyone looked in the direction of the coffin.

Araki was still lying on the ground, his eyes wide open.

Yinhui clenched the sword in his hand and walked towards the coffin, his steps getting firmer every time.

Zhang Hao also walked over. When passing by Araki, he took off his coat and covered her upper body.

"That's where the breath comes from."

Zhang Hao said: "The ominous aura comes from this coffin. I am very curious about what kind of person this saint who has cursed the entire village for three hundred years is."

"It might be something you don't expect."

After Yinhui said something, he opened the coffin board.

It looked very heavy, but when Yinhui opened it with one hand, the coffin board actually flew several meters away. Yinhui's anger could be seen from the dust that was thrown up when it landed.

Zhang Hao leaned over and took a look, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"It's really...unexpected."

Xingyue in the audience asked impatiently: "What's wrong? What's going on inside?"

Yinhui and Zhang Hao didn't speak, and looked at the scene inside the coffin in silence. There was no clue from their expressions.

"What is it exactly!"

Xingyue was so anxious that she boarded the altar directly.

"Hey, don't go there, it's very evil!"

Although Yu Bin stopped him, it was already too late. Xingyue had already arrived next to Araki's body.

"do not come."

Zhang Hao warned coldly: "You don't have spiritual energy to protect your body. If you approach something with such strong evil energy rashly, your body will feel uncomfortable."

But Xingyue didn't listen at all and kept walking forward, her eyes even hotter than before.

It's like... looking at my long-cherished wish.

"Can't you understand people?"

Yinhui became anxious and slapped Xingyue on the chest, sending her flying away.

"Ah! Xiaoyue!"

Yu Bin panicked, hesitating back and forth with his arms open, and finally caught Xingyue firmly.

Afterwards, he looked at Yinhui angrily and asked: "What are you doing! She will die!"

"She's not even afraid of death, is she afraid of this palm?" Zhang Hao turned around and asked.

Yu Bin was speechless, and Zhang Hao explained again: "She is about to enter the scope of the curse. By then, even if she is not from Xianglu Village, she will definitely be affected."

"How do you know the exact scope?"

"Isn't there an obvious sign?"

Following Zhang Hao's gaze, Yu Bin and Xingyue looked at the ground together, and then their faces suddenly turned pale.

——That’s Akira’s body.

Ordinary people would die if they got close to that range. No wonder Yinhui would be so anxious to get people out.

She didn't want to kill Xingyue, but to save her.

"Now you know their good intentions, right?" Zhang Hao turned his head and returned to the coffin and said, "You can see, but don't get too close. Everything here is too evil."

It was obviously just a coffin that held the remains of the saint, but it still contained such powerful resentment that it could even make a radius of nine steps devoid of life.

There is no remains of the saint in this coffin, it is empty.

But every year, a purification ceremony is held for this thing.

Zhang Hao couldn't help but start to wonder whether the impact the village suffered when the saint died was enough to make people bleed.

"Where is the place where the saint died?"

"Why should I tell you? Will you, an outsider, make any changes to our village?"

Yinhui sat on the ground leaning against the coffin, his originally high-spirited ponytail hanging down.

"You should find a way to get out. Today... is today. Xianglu Village will fall today. I finally know why my mother threatened to die on this trip and refused to let me come."

Presumably, he also calculated that Yinhui would also die here.

But there is also Yinhui's good friend Xueji here. How could she escape?

Zhang Hao lifted the coffin lid from a distance, covered the coffin, and patted the ashes on his hands.

"I said, tell me where the saint died, and I might be able to find a way."

A similar situation has been recorded in [Mountain Travel Notes]. It tells the story of a girl who followed the water to a small mountain village after being abandoned by her parents.

Since then, the village's harvest has been good every year, and the villagers regard the girl as auspicious blessings from heaven.

But one day, a once-in-a-century drought swept across the entire Central Plains. The villagers thought that the girl had overdrawn her luck, so they tied her to a pillar and sunburned her alive.

From then on, everyone who walked out of the village died a violent death, without exception.

Over time, the villagers sewed themselves into an invisible barrier. They did not marry or trade with outsiders, and were self-sufficient. Until a hundred years later, the population was sparse, and the entire village was dead, not even a single fiber. No grass was left.

A long, long time later, Mr. Xu came to the village, found the place where the girl was sunburned to death, and performed the Dharma. After that, the village returned to normal, and the flowers, plants, and trees came back to life.

But the specific details of what was done are not explained in the book. After all, it has nothing to do with the mountain climbing, so it’s good to mention it.

Zhang Hao feels that the examples in the book are very similar to this one.

If he could find that place and do something, he might be able to resolve the current crisis.

They all died in a very short period of despair and hatred. The saint and the girl may have something in common.

"I'm not from this village. It's just that the great wizard tied my fate to this village. If you want to do something that may change the village, you still have to go through the pain of the villagers. I can't do anything. , I can’t do anything..."

The last two sentences Yinhui repeated revealed a deep sense of powerlessness.

Perhaps this sentence was said over and over again when she was growing up, but unfortunately it was of no use.

Now, she naturally wouldn't believe that this strange outsider would change everything.

"it is good."

Zhang Hao agreed immediately.

"Does it require their consent?"

Zhang Hao turned around and saw that every house in the village had its doors closed.

They may be watching what's going on outside, or they may be immersed in the fear of death. But Zhang Hao knew that he could never let things continue to develop like this.

"I know you are scared now. You don't need to come out. Anyway, things are already like this. Allow me to go up the mountain to find the place where the saint died. Maybe we all still have a glimmer of hope."

No one spoke, and there was no wind in the village. At this moment, it felt eerily silent, and the air was stagnant.

Zhang Hao continued: "It's not me who ruined the ceremony. I can just walk away now, but I want to find out the truth. As long as there is one person, even if one person agrees, I can try my best to win for you." A glimmer of hope.”

Still no one spoke.

In other words, no one dares to say.

People who have just been exposed to despair may try their best to catch hope when it comes.

But for places like Xiangluzhai, they have been shrouded in despair for three hundred years, and they have become immune to hope.

What they want most is actually an unchanging curse, preferably one that lasts forever, at least with a chance.

Even if they think on the bright side, the village that has been isolated from the world for hundreds of years is lucky enough to escape the curse, but what can they do?

They... don't even have a household registration book, and are "black households" in this world.

At this moment, a faint word came from the altar.

"In the mountains, let's go..."

Zhang Hao turned around suddenly and found that it was Xue Ji.

The charm was still attached to her body. Logically speaking, she shouldn't have woken up so quickly.

That thing would not only calm her down, but also temporarily suppress the evil spirit in her body.

The charm lost its effect so quickly, not because she had calmed down, but because the evil spirit in her body could not even be suppressed by herself.

The moment Xueji reached out with difficulty and tore off the talisman on her body, she became more comfortable in her movements.

"The location where the saint's body died is on the sacred mountain behind."

Xueji pointed to the mountain in the distance and said, "But I have never been to that mountain. Every time I want to get close, I get a splitting headache."

After Yinhui helped Xueji and let her sit on the steps next to her, Tai explained to Zhang Hao: "Not only her, but no one in this village can go up the mountain. Even if I tell you, it's useless. Don't you just Can I go up the mountain?”

Zhang Hao didn't say anything and walked directly towards the mountain pass.

It was a dark path, with dense trees and bushes on both sides of the road. A few bricks extended into it and no trace could be seen, which seemed to imply that there was something extraordinary inside.

Just by looking at it from a distance, Zhang Hao could feel the powerful evil energy released from it.

The most taboo thing when driving mountains is to take risks when you are in danger. Even if it is evil, you must be in awe and don't rush into it unless necessary.

Now I know that there are tigers in the mountains, so I prefer to go to the tiger mountains.

But what Yinhui Xueji is most concerned about now is not whether Zhang Hao can withstand the evil spirit in the mountain, but... whether he can enter the mountain.

Zhang Hao stopped before the first brick on the road into the mountain.

He looked up at the dark road, and could vaguely hear the roar of thunder and lightning coming from the mountains. The sky above the sacred mountain was filled with dark clouds with purple film, and the thick low pressure made it difficult to breathe.

Maybe the Miao people would think that the saint was harboring resentment, but in Zhang Hao's view, it was simply because there was no way in or out of this place, which made it impossible for the evil spirit to dissipate. It became thicker and thicker, and finally condensed into a solid entity, entrenched on the top of the mountain.

Come to think of it, the place where the saint died was on the top of the mountain.

"Is it at the top of the mountain?" Zhang Hao turned around and asked.

He saw the eyes of everyone looking at him with deep expectation.

No matter what, they hoped that Zhang Hao could at least enter the mountain, as if he had broken something invisibly.

"Not sure, I've never been in."

After Xueji finished speaking, he looked at Yinhui again, hoping that the other party could give a more detailed answer.

But it's a pity that Yinhui is too young. From the moment she was born, she only knew that this village was cursed by the saint and would never be able to enter the world.

"do not know."

"it is good."

After Zhang Hao answered, he turned around and prepared to enter the sacred mountain.

Everyone's hearts were also in their throats.

He raised his feet——

Then, he took a step forward, knelt down on one knee, and took out a lot of things from his bag.

Yinhui became anxious and rushed forward a few steps, shouting at him from a distance: "Can you get in or not?"

This guy, if you want to come in, come in. Is it interesting to be so suspenseful?

On the other hand, Zhang Hao, even though Yinhui complained about him, did not panic at all and laid out the contents of his bag in an orderly manner.

——That's a small incense burner, a handful of incense, a lighter... and a plastic-wrapped chicken leg!

"Wait a minute, why is the style of this thing so inconsistent?"

When Xingyue pulled Yu Bin and ran over, she saw Zhang Hao tearing open the chicken legs and placing them in front of the incense burner.

This thing seems to bear the responsibility of tribute.

Zhang Hao lit three incense sticks and saluted respectfully in the direction of the sacred mountain, looking very pious.

"I heard that you are from Shu?" Yu Bin muttered: "The rituals over there should be of no use to the sacred mountains and saints of the Miao Village here, right?"

"Sacrificing something like this requires a pious heart, not a rigid ritual."

Besides, what Zhang Hao really wants to worship is the mountain gods and spirits here. They are the foundation of a mountain.

As for the saintly girl and those evil spirits and resentments, they were nothing more than added later.

It's not that he doesn't pay attention to it, he just thinks that there is always a first-come, first-served basis. The existing mountains and villages must not lose their priority.

"If I bow, can I go in with you?" Xingyue asked curiously.

"Don't you know if you try it?" Zhang Hao pointed to the incense stick on the ground.

Li Siyu stuffed this in before leaving. He had just unpacked it. Even if one was given to everyone in the village, it was almost enough.

"Then I want it too!"

The stars and the moon illuminated the gourd and painted the ladle, and he lit three sticks of incense and worshiped in the direction of the mountain. Although he didn't look very pious, at least he had done a good job of saving face.

Zhang Hao looked back at Yu Bin.

He frowned slightly and seemed reluctant, but in the end he still succumbed to Xingyue's lustful power.

"Then let me go too."

Bonnar also came over.

Not only him, Yinhui and Xueji also came over and lit incense in silence.

Perhaps the three locals didn't have much hope in their hearts. They just looked at Zhang Hao's huge momentum and seemed to have a set of rules, so they thought they would treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

"All done?"

Everyone nodded.

Zhang Hao smiled, pointed to the road and said, "Let's walk!"

(End of this chapter)