Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 178 Mr. Fox

"The new news I heard just now is that Yang Chengyi met Xu Cai, and after hearing what he said, he took his wife out of the city and went crazy after returning."

"Xu Cai? Didn't he die half a month ago? He got an eye disease for no reason, and one eye exploded... Yang Chengyi is afraid that what he saw was a ghost."

The man who spoke first took the tea and blew on the stem of the tea, interrupting others: "Not only did I see a ghost, I heard him talking crazy, I'm afraid I saw a nest of ghosts, and I called out some dead ghosts. Year's neighborhood name."

Putting down the teacup, the man whispered to the people who were looking at the tea shop: "It is said that you can come back with the help of an expert, but Yang Chengyi's mother-in-law doesn't know why she is crazy, so I'm afraid she dare not say it."

The guy with the teapot shook his head.

"Oh, it's all fate. Others can't see Xu Cai, but he sees it. Isn't it the right thing for him to have such a difficult time?"

"Yeah, Yang Chengyi is considered a generous person on weekdays, how did he end up like this?"

In the tea shop, all the tea guests could not help but sigh.

At the table next to the door, a scholar-run scribe took out tea money and put it on the table, called the waiter to come over to collect the money, then got up and left the shop with a bag on his shoulders, walked through the streets, babbled about the rumors in the market, and went straight to the south of the city. to the suburbs.

Not long after, he stopped in front of a forest. It was a dilapidated old house. The tiles fell to the ground, the walls were covered with dead vines, but the door had traces of being opened. The scribe took a look and stepped forward to push it open. The gate of the courtyard is filled with desolate weeds, and the doors and windows are covered with cobwebs. It has been desolate for many years.

However, among the weeds, broken doors and windows, there are many corpses of wild animals, which emit a faint stench after a night.

In the central hall of the front yard, there were scattered bones everywhere, as well as a white civet cat the size of a stool, with a flat head and one eye drooping outside.

Blowflies are all around 'buzzing' flying.

"I also said that I came to ask you to borrow a raccoon stick. Hehe, I'm a little late. Your house is neatly placed here." Scribe squatted next to the flat-headed old cat, feeling the slightest smell, and gently flapped his sleeves , and waved all the flying flies out of the window.

"Who told you that you don't know how to restrain yourself... It's good to die, so I don't have to worry about it."

The scribe turned his head to look at an ordinary wooden stick on the ground, took it in his hand, walked to the side room, walked past the messy, dusty and broken furniture, threw the wooden stick under the front wall, and said Something, and then the wooden stick turned into a soft rattan, piercing through the floor tiles, the gray rattan body gradually turned green, verdant, and then stood upright, twisting and rolling out a few filaments, blooming on the silk. A few green leaves emerge.

"It's done."

The scribe stretched out his hand to grab the green vine, pulled it out from the ground, and turned the half-foot-long wooden body into a walking stick of about a foot, put it in the burden, and walked out of the dilapidated house without looking back.

The next moment, the house behind him burst into flames, and quickly spread to all the wing rooms. The rolled up fire wave vaguely appeared in the shape of a fox, churning and neighing.

"Who killed this civet cat's family?" The scribe looked at the sky, looking at a dilapidated temple in the distance, his nose moved slightly, and a smile appeared on his face: "It's not far away yet."

The man glanced at the display in the temple, then walked south along the road under his feet, his figure flickered, and gradually disappeared in front of the business travelers coming in front of him.

The sky stretches to the southern foothills, the bullock cart is parked on the edge of the mountain depression, the old cow is standing upright on the ground, dragging in the shadow of the ground, the crazy old man rests his head on his arms, swaying leisurely with his legs crossed, the old cow wants to go away , the old man coughed dryly, and had no choice but to stand back obediently.

Standing on a high place, Chen Yuan looked down and saw broken carriages, clay pots and other utensils everywhere. There were villages and towns near Qingli Mountain, and there was another road leading to the Western Regions. Damaged items that could not be sold or reused were discarded. In this valley.

According to the records in "Huangchuan Miscellaneous Questions", ghosts like to breed in the cracks of these utensils. Over the years, they erode each other and evolve into shadow stepping Gu, which often harms passers-by and eats its shadow. Those who are eaten will soon fall ill and die. Death.

"That little brother over there, what are you doing here?!"

Chen Yuan turned her head and saw a woodcutter carrying firewood more than ten feet away, waving his hands and shouting: "This place is not good, don't stay by the side, leave quickly."

After finishing speaking, the woodcutter seemed to be afraid of this place too, and hurriedly left with firewood on his back, and went into the woods.

"Master, I'll go down and have a look."

Chen Yuan said to the crazy old man who was sleeping soundly in the sun, and stepped on the edge, with her sleeves rolled up, and fell gracefully to a raised rock below.

Among the weeds are broken tiles, useless water tanks, furniture with cracks or termite nests, most of which are decayed and old.

Shadow stepping Gu is different from ordinary ghosts, as long as there is a shadow, it will appear.

Chen Yuan used the occult talisman of the Heavenly Master's Mansion to stick it under her clothes, covering her cultivation. She looked like an ordinary person walking around in the cave, with her ears moving slightly, listening to the wind and grass around her.

He didn't know how powerful this kind of ghost was, so he had to be more cautious.

Knowing——

woohoo...

After stepping on weeds and debris for more than ten feet, except for the sound of footsteps, there is only the sound of the wind blowing through the valley, and the annoying cicadas in the forest outside the valley.

Chen Yuan frowned, and took every step carefully, but she couldn't feel any strange aura.

'Is it only possible to get moonlight at night?Or has it been surrendered by other cultivators passing by? '

At this time, a voice came over, not from the valley, but the master from above jumped onto the rock, asking him when he was going to leave.

rustling~~
When Chen Yuan looked up at the master answering above, there were a few broken pottery bowls among the weeds under her feet, and black air gradually overflowed from the gaps, stretching unsteadily towards the figure on the ground.

"Leave in a moment!"

Here, Chen Yuan smiled back at her master, her face suddenly changed, her brows were slightly frowned, and she clearly felt the cold air coming up from her feet.

His eyes crossed the corners of his eyes, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a thumb-sized ghost in a cloud of black air, with fangs facing the sky, green skin and skinny skin, and a single leg on his lower body.

The ghost was greedily opening its mouth, protruding from the crack, and suddenly sucked at Chen Yuan's figure, its eyes bulged instantly, as if on fire, its green skin was bright red, and it hugged its bulging belly from the crack. He fell out and rolled wildly in the grass.

In less than half a breath, his limbs were paralyzed, and his braids were raised on the spot.

'Uh, so dead? '

Chen Yuan looked at the dead ghost on the ground speechlessly, and stretched out her fingertips to poke it twice, it was really cold...

This is too weak.

But he remembered that after this ghost wants to suck the shadow of others, it can change the appearance of the other party, and it can also have half the power of the other party. Unfortunately, the mistake is that it has been hungry for a long time, and it secretly sucks Chen Yuan's shadow.
... With the power of the incense, ordinary ghosts would lose their wits if they got four or five steps closer, let alone eat it.

"It's dead, I don't know if it can be refined."

Before it dissipated, Chen Yuan didn't want to come here in vain after all, with the idea of ​​using waste. She looked around and simply used the terrain, location, and surrounding objects to form a five-element refining formation.

Infused with mana and connecting the five elements, the small figure of the shadow stepping ghost lying in the formation gradually changed, the lower body shortened, the one leg turned into a bell, the head bent down, and the bell merged into one.

"receive!"

The finger in Chen Yuan's hand sank down, and the moment the magic power gathered in the formation, a white light flashed, and she saw the ghosts in the formation, all of which were green and green, with ghost heads and bells.

He spread his hand, and the bell flew by itself.

'when! ! '

When the bell rang, Chen Yuan felt as if something was pulling away from her whole body. The next moment, she saw nine figures who were exactly like him, in green clothes and white robes, but their faces were a little scary.

Each identical face may have only one eye, or multiple eyes, or three eyes, or vertical eyes...

"The things are good...but I don't know if I can repair their faces!"

Chen Yuan was about to test Jiuying's ability, but suddenly her hand was empty, and the bell was snatched away by her master. The crazy old man was holding the bell, laughing loudly, and running around excitedly, shaking the bell back and forth, turning it into a Come out nine crazy old men.

"Go find something delicious for the old man!"

With a big wave of the crazy old man's hand, Jiuying rushed around and disappeared.

Chen Yuan smiled and looked at the master who was playing with the bell, "It's still the flower that master played with." When he went up the mountain, he felt a special atmosphere.

He turned around and saw in the forest in front of him, a scribe was standing in the forest with a bundle on his shoulders, looking over with a smile, and arching his hands as he walked.

"Brother Chen, long time no see!"

Chen Yuan looked at him, raised her hand to return the salute, and looked at the approaching figure with a smile.

"Should I call you Brother Hu, or Mr. Fox?"

(End of this chapter)