People are among the Eight Immortals, starting from Painted Skin Ghost

Chapter 15 Mountain God Mugbush, Talk to the Mountain Ghost! (refine)

It's been a while since Lu Yun died.

Although the corpse was not as bad as Miss Li's, the limbs were as stiff as iron, and most of the flesh and blood had rotted away.

After taking a brief look at Lu Yun's corpse, Han Xiangzi suddenly snapped his palm, took some of the latter's factor lines from the corpse in front of him, and threw them into his sleeve robe.

When He Shuxiu met Lu's mother, he knew that Han Xiangzi was casting a spell, so he kept silent.

I don't know.

At this moment, under the observation of Han Xiangzi's spiritual power, Lu Yun's factor line wandered in his sleeve robe for a while, but it still couldn't reflect with the remaining few human skins.

Involuntarily, Han Xiangzi's heart skipped a beat.

What does this mean?
Han Xiangzi was very clear in his heart.

That is, there is no human skin of Lu Yun in his sleeve robe at all!

In other words, Lu Yun was not killed by Painted Skin Ghost!

So how did she die?

Could it be that someone killed Lu Yun, peeled off her human skin, and used the name of a ghost to escape the crime?

For a moment, many thoughts flashed through Han Xiangzi's mind.

"Han Daochang, what's the matter?"

Seeing that Han Xiangzi hadn't responded for a while, He Shuxiu whispered.

"He Xiucai, do you know if your fiancée Lu Yun had any grudges with others during her lifetime?"

Han Xiangzi stopped casting spells.

"Yunniang usually has a gentle and kind-hearted personality, and she will not feud with others."

He Shuxiu shook his head.

"What about Granny Lu?"

Seeing that He Shuxiu didn't know, Han Xiangzi looked at Lu's mother.

Being asked by Daoist Han suddenly, Mother Lu's eyes dodged all of a sudden, and when she spoke, she didn't match her words:

"Didn't Niang Yun be killed by a ghost?"

"No no! Yunniang didn't...have never had any grudges with anyone."

Han Xiangzi was not the only one who noticed something was wrong with Mother Lu's appearance.

Even He Shuxiu felt strange.

He took Lu's mother's hand and comforted him:

"Ms. Lu, it's about Yunniang, you have to make it clear."

"Yunniang, is it true that she has no grudges with anyone?"

"no!"

Mother Lu rejected it immediately.

Han Xiangzi knew that Lu's mother must know something, but he still refused to reveal it.

For this reason, it is inconvenient for him to ask more questions.

But He Shuxiu was in a hurry and begged:

"Han Daochang, can you make Yunniang's face and make up?"

"Yunniang was not killed by a ghost. There is no human skin for her here in Pindao. I want to mend it, but I can't do anything."

"Just find her human skin."

Han Xiangzi smiled wryly.

"How...how could this be?!"

"Didn't Yun Niang also die after being skinned by ghosts?"

"This kind of behavior is extremely cruel, and it must be a ghost! Could it be that the murderer is someone else?"

He Shuxiu was shocked when he heard this, his legs felt weak and he couldn't believe it.

He always believed that Lu Yun's death was the work of ghosts!
But Daoist Han's words today changed his previous thinking!
After all, He Shuxiu is a scholar, well organized.

Inadvertently guessed another possibility.

When Lu's mother heard this, her face became flustered. At first, she couldn't stop the tears, and then she kept whimpering. Her tired figure slowly shook, gradually hunched, and finally collapsed on the ground.

At the same time, her crying became louder.

The mournful cry spread throughout Juying Village, making those who heard it cry with heartache.

Standing in the room, Han Xiangzi was greatly moved.

Originally, I wanted to ask Mother Lu a little bit more, but in the end I held back.

Now, if you want to find out the cause of Lu Yun's death, you have to find another way.

Fortunately, Han Xiangzi read the file and knew that Lu Yun died in Juying Mountain.

If you want to know the ins and outs of this matter, you can only ask the mountain god of the local land.

Although Juying Mountain spans several counties, it stretches for more than a hundred miles.

Han Xiangzi is still not sure whether there are mountain gods living there.

But the land is definitely there.

Thinking of this, Han Xiangzi slowly walked out of Lu Yun's mourning hall alone.

In the current situation, only after the two of them calmed down, and he came again at this time, would he be able to gain something.

However, when Han Xiangzi left Lu's house, the more he heard Lu's mother crying, the more he felt palpitations.

Involuntarily, a warning sign suddenly appeared in his heart.

……

After leaving Lu's house, Han Xiangzi wanted to rush to the county seat to pay homage to the God of Earth in the Earth Temple.

As a result, before the entrance of the village went out, a temple was found in a field of rice paddies.

The temple is not big and not very grand.

Looking from a distance, there is not even a temple gate, only a clay statue of a god standing in front of the temple.

There are some melons and fruits and joss sticks in front of him.

The clay statue, Han Xiangzi fixed his eyes, was a mountain ghost with the head of a python, holding a steel fork, wearing feathers on his head, looking angry, staring at the world.

"It's actually a mountain temple?"

"Could it be the mountain god of Juying Mountain?"

Han Xiangzi walked up to him, and glanced at the tablet in the temple with the words "Zhongyuefu Mountain God Mubu" written on it, and there was a couplet in front of the door.

Cangshan mountain contains pearls and jade,
The water of the Green River flows silver and gold.

Han Xiangzi stood in front of the temple, pondered for a while, and suddenly his heart skipped a beat.

I saw that he picked up a pinch of loess from the ground, rubbed it with his hands, and it became a stick of earth incense.

I twisted the earthy incense with my fingers.

At the same time, under the blessing of Han Xiangzi's magic power, the auspicious mist in his soul overflowed from the nine-color lotus and immediately emitted some incense and vows, and then crossed over and stayed on the earth incense.

Not long after, the stick of earth incense also spontaneously ignited, emitting wisps of green smoke.

The smoke was getting bigger and bigger, and when the cigarettes lingered, the mountain temple was suddenly blurred.

At this moment, Han Xiangzi suddenly noticed that the nose of the statue in front of him moved slightly, as if smelling something delicious.

With an evil face like this moment, he also looks much gentler.

Then, the surrounding scene suddenly changed its appearance, the sun, moon and stars disappeared, as if the sky and the earth were also dimming.

In the dark, Han Xiangzi felt that he was going to sink forever.

On the other side, an illusory air came out of the body, but it was Han Xiangzi's spirit that drifted into the statue.

"Ok?"

"I thought it was Fang Xianzhen, who came here to reminisce with this fairy? I didn't expect it to be a little Taoist priest who has not yet reached the real world."

"However, with such a rich and pure incense wish power, it's really easy to inhale."

Before Han Xiangzi came back to his senses, he heard the sound of urn in his ears.

Opening his eyes, he suddenly found himself in an empty and majestic hall.

A man with the head of a python was standing in front of him, speaking.

That face is impressively that of the mountain god Mugbush of Juying Mountain!

However, he is much taller and mightier than the statues in the temple.

"Xiaodao Han Xiangzi, I have met the mountain god of Juying Mountain!"

"If you bother me, I hope the mountain god will forgive me."

Seeing this ghost, Han Xiangzi immediately saluted respectfully.

"Seeing that this little Taoist priest still understands etiquette, and enshrining such a good incense and vow power, I will not punish you for your recklessness."

"Do you know that your soul escaped without being baptized by the three flowers, but it is a big taboo."

The mountain god of Juying Mountain looked at Han Xiangzi, showing a trace of questioning.

He could tell that Han Xiangzi was very talented and had the skill of asking immortals, otherwise he would not have such pure incense and vow power.

Most of them are descendants of some cave in the world.

If he died here, it would be difficult for him, a small mountain god, to explain to others.

But he is also a mountain god anyway, and he has to maintain the majesty of the fairy family.

"Xiao Dao understands."

"It's just that the situation is urgent, and Pindao can't help himself."

Han Xiangzi lowered his head and smiled wryly.

"What is the most important thing that is worth taking such a big risk on your path, let's hear it."

Juying Mountain God Mangbu asked curiously.

"It's about human life." Han Xiangzi said in a deep voice.

"Human life?"

"Where is human life? This immortal doesn't care about ordinary people's affairs, unless it is..."

The mountain god was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he seemed to think of something, and his eyes paused like copper bells.

"That's right, it is the life of a person living in Yingshanli under the protection of the mountain god!"

Han Xiangzi understood and blurted out.

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