country evil

However, more than 100 kilometers away from Jiangyou City, there is an extremely remote Sanshui Town, where two small rivers meet the Tuojiang River, and it has been the local water and land hub for hundreds of years.On this day, there was a fair in the town, and early in the morning, mountain people gathered on the bluestone streets with their burdens and bamboo pockets on their backs. On the ancient pier, there was a lot of shouting and bargaining, and near the pier, there was an ancient salt trade Salt Alley is a little deserted. There are only a few shops selling bamboo farm tools and wax paper money in the alley. There is a mysterious old house with stone walls and tile roofs. A faded wooden door is closed all day long. It is difficult to see anyone coming in and out. , the old house is extremely deep, and there is a narrow alleyway in the middle, which twists and turns, as if there is no end to the wood.

In the morning, a young man in his twenties walked into Yan Alley, stood outside the wooden door of the old house, bowed and called, "Master, please open the door."

"Quan Fu, come in quickly." The [-]-something-year-old teacher's wife was dressed in black, pulled the door latch, and touched the top of his head affectionately, "Master is in retreat, and will come out soon."

Quanfu walked through the narrow alley with wooden walls and stood quietly waiting outside a mysterious wooden house.

There were no windows in the room, and it was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers. What the teacher's wife said was right, and the teacher, Zhang Yinyang, was sitting motionless on a grand chair, reciting mantras silently, and meditating on soul cultivation.He is blind, and there are a pair of cloudy glass beads in his empty eye sockets. He is almost 80 years old, haggard, and dying. The dead tree in the dry land has sparse green leaves on the branches, but there is a strong vitality hidden in the trunk. His soul power is extremely powerful. In ten years or so, he will be able to freely enter and exit other worlds without any hindrance, and reach the eighth level of soul wandering. Because, he made a fortune for himself, knowing that there is not much to come, and in the precious years of his life, cultivating the soul has almost become the whole of his life. Most of it was handed over to Quanfu.

"Cough cough."

There was a slight coughing sound in the cabin.Deputy Quan knew that Master's retreat time had passed, so he opened the door gently, "Master, I received a business order last night, and I'm afraid this disciple can't handle it. Can I invite you to go?"

"What kind of business, let's talk." After Zhang Yinyang finished his work, he sat on the grand master's chair with his back to Quanfu, motionless, like a strange statue in the dark wooden house.

"At the junction of Sichuan and Guizhou, a bus collided with a truck and fell into the cliff. A family of eight in Sanshui Town survived. Many people in the family asked you to go to the cliff to do a ritual to lead the family's souls back to their hometown as soon as possible."

Such a tragic car accident is unavoidable to ordinary people, but Zhang Yinyang has dealt with the dead all his life, without any sense of surprise, he asked indifferently: "How far is the distance from the overturned car to Sanshui Town?"

"It's more than 300 miles, and it takes about four hours to take a bus to get on the highway. What I'm worried about is that Master can't stand the long-distance bumps."

Zhang Yinyang stood up slowly, with empty eyes facing Quan Fu, "The Buddha said that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, and that a soul master can summon a dead soul is better than building a three-level pagoda. Calling souls is the job of you and my master and apprentice." Work, since someone invites you, is there any reason to shirk it? The long-distance bumpy ride is nothing, please ask your wife to pack and pack your luggage, let's leave immediately."

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Just when the soul master and apprentice were about to leave for the place where the car accident happened, a small car drove into Sanshui Town, its horn kept beeping, and it slowly moved forward at the speed of ants among the bustling market crowd. The beautiful driver was sweating profusely, she poked her head out and asked a mountain dweller, "Brother, where does Zhang Yinyang live in the town?"

The mountain man pointed to an alley above the ancient wharf, "It's in the salt alley up there, and it's only a few steps away, so why bother to drive?"

"Thank you." There were too many people going to the market. At this time, the car was in a dilemma. The mountain villagers heard that they were here to find Yin Yang. They guessed that her family had suffered misfortune. The mask was tightly covered, chattering started, and a country woman couldn't help but want to lift the black cloth to see what was inside.

It was Hu Yiyue who was driving the car, seeing people looking into the car, he hurriedly closed the window, and just stopped by a herbal medicine stall on the street, when the old man selling herbal medicine yelled at her to leave. The car stopped behind a shop, wrapped Lin Le in a black cloth and held her in his arms, and hurriedly rushed to Yan Alley.

"The end of the year is approaching, but the family has encountered such misfortune. It's miserable." An old lady looked at Lin Le in her hand and sighed.

"It's probably because of a terminal illness that a big hospital can't cure, so I brought him here and asked a soul master to cultivate his soul." An old grandfather echoed.

Hu Yiyue didn't care about people's comments, he left the crowd unceremoniously, and strode into Yan Alley, just in time to meet an old man in his dying years who was supported by a young man walking out of the wooden door, followed by an old lady, asking loudly : "Excuse me, is this Mr. Zhang's home?"

Zhang Yinyang raised his head, his empty eye sockets showed confusion and indifference, "I am Mr. Zhang, what's the matter, please tell me."

"Old man, the younger generation has something to ask." Hu Yiyue took out a letter from Mrs. Xingmiao, "This is a letter from Mrs. Xingmiao from Paotai Mountain."

"Sexy? She came out of the mountain?" When Zhang Yinyang heard this, his body like a dead tree trembled slightly, unable to conceal the excitement in his heart. Although the two of them were very different in age, they had completed many perfect marriages more than ten years ago. Men and women co-cultivators, when they heard her name, it was as if a small stone was thrown into the sea of ​​vicissitudes of memory, causing ripples, but soon calmed down as usual, and handed the envelope to Quan Fu, "Miss, please sit inside."

Back in the old house, Quan Fu read out the contents of the letter verbatim. Zhang Yinyang closed his eyelids and fell into deep thought after listening to it, and asked in a low voice: "As a disciple of the Caoshen Sect, how could this Lin Le provoke someone like you?" People from the Taoist family of Shu?"

Hu Yiyue hastily narrated the process of his defeat of Huilu at the back of Yunding Mountain and his retaliation when he was led into the underworld, and cried out sadly: "Mr., now you are the only one who can protect him from returning to the underworld. Borrowing grass and flowers from the hungry ghosts in the color to restore the seven chakras in the soul to their original state."

"Ahem," Zhang Yinyang pondered for a moment, facing Lin Le who was sleeping in Hu Yiyue's hands, a pair of cloudy eyes seemed to see into the depths of his soul, "This child's innate vitality and acquired heaven and earth energy All of them were searched by the resentful woman from the underworld. What's even more frightening is that the cultivation base of grass flowers in the seven chakras was taken away, and in the process of making friends with the resentful ghost woman, a large amount of ghost and evil spirits were absorbed by themselves. , filth, already soaked into the three souls, although there is not much fear of life, but in the long run, I am afraid that he will lose the ability of a man, and thus cut off his children and grandchildren."