Catalog of Destruction

Shi Xuan picked up the ink-colored porcelain cup and took a sip slowly. He felt a cool breath penetrate directly from his throat to his lower abdomen, and then spread to his whole body. He felt refreshed. After savoring it for a while, he praised: "Good tea, it is indeed good tea!"

Han Shijin was a little proud, but when he saw the ink porcelain teacup in Shi Xuan's hand, he said: "It's a pity that this good tea is not matched with a good teacup. The several sets of porcelain utensils used for burial at home are not very suitable for this tea. Only this ink porcelain is better. What a pity, what a pity." He looked really regretful.

"Why doesn't Mr. Han let his children and grandchildren offer a few more sets?" Shi Xuan was a little puzzled.

"How can it be so easy? We can't leave this Yinzhai. Only three times a year during the grand sacrifice in the ancestral hall can we go home by connecting with the tablets, but that is in the early morning, separated by Yin and Yang, close yet far away, unable to speak, and unable to stay at night to dream to them." Han Shijin rarely met a stranger to talk, and couldn't help but nagging.

Shi Xuan thought of Fang: "But Mr. Han, you should have some magic skills in these years, right?"

Han Shijin waved his hand: "We are not like those evil ghosts who rely on Yin Qi to exist. After so many years, we can only drive the burned paper figures and float these tea trays and tea cups. Speaking of it, if we really risk it, we can still force our blood relatives to dream here, but it will consume a lot of essence, which is not worth the loss. "

Shi Xuan only read some notes of Taoist predecessors and had only a superficial understanding of this aspect. At this time, he listened to Han Shijin's talk with relish. Chu Wan'er beside him kept eating fruit, but she still paid some attention to listening to the master and grandfather talking, just like listening to those ghost stories.

"Oh, how does Mr. Han know that the gain is not worth the loss?"

"My father once warned me in a dream, and then he consumed his essence. When he died, he completely dissipated in a few years, not as long as my mother. My mother died before my father, but she dissipated more than 30 years after I died. So there is such a saying." Han Shijin explained.

Although Han Jing had passed away for many years, he was still very young when he died. He stayed in the Yin house for so many years and could not go out. His mind has only grown a few years. At this time, seeing Chu Wan'er, the beautiful sister, eating fruit there with a smile on her face, he couldn't help but be curious, and quietly slipped down from his mother Wei's arms and floated in front of Chu Wan'er.

Chu Wan'er was about to grab another fruit, but suddenly a white and slightly transparent little hand stretched out from the side and touched the fruit before her. Wan'er looked over, but it was just the child with pigtails. She didn't dare to lose her manners and secretly attacked him with her eyes.

Han Jing was completely immune to eye attacks, but he was not very smart and his ghost age was short, so he could not control the fruit, so his chubby white hands passed through the fruit and could not pick it up. This happened several times in a row, and he almost cried.

Shi Xuan and the Han family actually noticed what Chu Wan'er and Han Jing did, but they were all children, so they let them play and continued their conversation. Several female relatives sat quietly beside them, not daring to interrupt, but always looking at the living people who had not communicated for so many years with curious eyes.

"I see, by the way, Mr. Han, you just said that there are only three or four small gates on this Mang Mountain. I wonder what the details are?" After the greetings, Shi Xuan got to the point.

Chu Wan'er saw that Han Jing was about to cry, so she hurriedly picked up the fruit to comfort him. Unexpectedly, the fruit went through Han Jing's face and came out from behind his head, which scared Chu Wan'er. She leaned back and grabbed Shi Xuan's sleeve. In Shi Xuan's soothing eyes, she became curious again and poked Han Jing with the fruit. Seeing her hand passing through Han Jing's body, her eyes lit up with excitement.

Han Shijin narrowed his eyes, stroked his beard and recalled: "It has been nearly fifty years since I passed away. There was a big Taoist sect on Mang Mountain back then, called the Gui Yi Sect, which had hundreds of people and was very famous. Unfortunately, thirty years ago, it somehow fell into decline. Now there are only five or six people in the Gui Yi Sect, and it is often bullied by the other two small sects, the White Bone Sect and the Refining Ghost Sect. It is so miserable."

When Shi Xuan heard about the Gui Yi Sect, he thought of the "Ghost Yi Da Fa" and the Soul-Bewitching Banner in his hand, which was once called the White Bone Soul Yi Banner. Could it be that the death of the old Taoist on Tongxuan Mountain caused the decline of the Gui Yi Sect? However, seeing that Han Shijin didn't understand, he had to ask other questions: "What about the White Bone Sect and the Refining Ghost Sect?"

"Master Shi, think about it. The Gui Yi Sect has only five or six people, and it has been suppressed by the two sects. It can still exist in Mang Mountain. The strength of these two sects can be imagined. They are definitely not the Taoist sect you want to visit." Han Shijin said half-jokingly.

Shi Xuan thought that it was indeed true: "Then is there anything else strange on this Mang Mountain?"

"No, no, this Mang Mountain is only this high and this big. There are countless people who go up to the mountain to worship and play every year. If there is anything strange, it would have been discovered long ago." Han Shijin shook his head.

The two sides chatted for a while, until Chu Wan'er got tired of playing, Shi Xuan pulled her up and said goodbye to the Han family. Han Shijin and his family sent him to the door of the tomb, and Chu Wan'er was stuffed with a bag of various fruits.

"Han Weng, stop, just send him here." Shi Xuan turned around at the door and said goodbye to Han Shijin again.

Han Shijin sighed and said: "In the past fifty years, Taoist Shi is the first living person to be a guest in Shangfu. It also makes the old man and his family feel the connection with the Yangshi, and they are happy in their hearts. This time we say goodbye, I don't know when we will see each other again. See, I am afraid that the old man is no longer in this world and has disappeared between heaven and earth."

"Han Weng, how do you say this?"

"In the past few years, I have felt that my body is slowly dissipating. I think I spent too much time and energy during my lifetime and damaged my origin. I don't have as much time as others. I'm afraid it will only be in the past two years." Han Shijin sighed sadly. .

"Dad!" "Father-in-law!" "Grandfather!" "Great-grandfather!"... The rest of the Han family, except Han Jing, all called Han Shijin sadly, but they all looked helpless.

Shi Xuan could only say a few gentle words of comfort, bid farewell again, and then pulled Chu Wan'er, who was waiting impatiently beside him, away while the Han family said goodbye.

Just a few steps away, I heard Han Shijin shouting: "Taoist Master Shi, I remembered something. If you want to find immortals and visit Taoism, you can try Huilong Temple in Luojing. I once heard Rui from the royal family mention that it is a true immortal." "

Shi Xuan was overjoyed when he received the news unexpectedly. He turned around and bowed respectfully: "Thank you, Mr. Han! I can't thank you enough."

After bidding farewell to the ghosts of the Han family, Shi Xuan took Chu Wan'er and continued walking into the mountains. Although he knew from Han Shijin that there were only two or three small entrances, which were of no value to search for, Shi Xuan was not a child, so he believed it. You have to do some research on your own before you can go back.

"Master, those just didn't look like ghosts!" Chu Wan'er asked, holding Shi Xuan's hand.

"Oh, Wan'er, you're not..." Shi Xuan made a motion of walking back and forth.

Chu Wan'er rolled her eyes: "At that time, people believed that those were ghosts, and that they were floating, but it was different from what Wan'er knew before. They had homes, food and drink. Speaking of which, To put it bluntly...that thing is not fierce at all, it really doesn't look like it!"

Shi Xuan smiled secretly: "Wan'er, what do you think a ghost should be like?"

"Yeah, green face and fangs, head but no body, body but no head, eyes but no mouth, mouth but no nose, intestines pierced through the belly, this is what it looks like." Chu Wan'er actually said so much in one breath, and what she just thought about I can't even remember how to say it's completely different when it comes to politeness and gentleness. I don't know where I heard it from.

"Where did you hear this from?" Shi Xuan began to tell Chu Wan'er some things about ghosts and the difference between ordinary ghosts and evil ghosts.

Chu Wan'er murmured in a low voice while listening: "That's what everyone else said."

The two of them were walking and talking, and unexpectedly encountered two evil ghosts on the road. Unfortunately, they were both shallow people, and even their spiritual intelligence had not yet recovered. Shi Xuan killed them with a golden blade divine wind slash, which satisfied Chu Wan. Out of curiosity, Wan'er finally saw the green-faced, fanged evil spirit and the evil spirit with pierced intestines and stomach. It was not in vain that Wan'er went to bed so late and followed the master up to the mountain where the cold wind blew. Well, there were also delicious fruits. .

When he walked to a hidden place, Shi Xuan saw a building complex built there. There were many houses and the appearance was quite luxurious. There were some patterns of evil spirits carved on it, which looked a bit spooky. Unfortunately, it was in a dilapidated state, like It has not been repaired for a long time.

Walking to the main entrance, there was a crooked plaque hanging on it with the seal characters of "Yi Gui Sect" written on it. Shi Xuan secretly smiled. He encountered this sect so quickly, so he might as well go in and take a look.

He picked up Chu Wan'er and cast an invisibility spell under her curious eyes. The two of them slowly faded into the air until they were completely invisible. Chu Wan'er's crisp voice rang out: "Master, master! Is this the invisibility technique? It’s so fun! Wan’er wants to learn it!”

Shi Xuan quickly told her to shut up, and then used a wall penetration technique. The two penetrated the bluestone wall and entered the Yigui Sect. Chu Wan'er covered her mouth tightly with her little hands, fearing that she would be too excited and accidentally say something. The magic is so amazing! so fun!

Shi Xuan led Chu Wan'er through several courtyards and towards the house where the lights were still on. Then he poked small holes to see what the people inside were doing.

Inside were two middle-aged men dressed as Taoist priests. They both paid attention to their appearance and had a certain air of immortality. One of them, a Taoist priest with a white face and a long beard, sighed to the other: "Brother, you should follow me down the mountain. Well, this battle with the Ghost Sect is over a long time ago. We might as well go down the mountain to find some powerful people and wealthy businessmen. With our methods, we are afraid that we will not be as prosperous and wealthy as we are in this shabby and deserted sect!"

"Hey, junior brother, senior brother knows that this is a good idea of ​​yours, but senior brother has been brought up by his master since he was a child, and he promised to take over the sect before he died. How can he abandon his ancestral heritage and go down the mountain." The Taoist priest with a dark face and short beard He also sighed and replied.

————I advanced two people to eighteen today. Thank you everyone. There is not much difference with the first four. I continue to ask for your support.