Xianye

Chapter 122

Tea houses and restaurants sell meat and boiled fish.

Although the few narrow gambling houses next to the yellow mud road are very dirty, they are also very noisy, crowded and airtight, and a few idlers and prodigal sons who can't get a seat still cling to the window lattice with their arms, scrambling for the first place. Probe to see.

After the size of the dice was drawn at the gaming table in Li Nei, he felt the same, sometimes yelling, sometimes cursing, in a dazed state of mind.

Those who carry burdens, those who sell flowers, those who weave mats, and those who blow sugar.

There are peddlers stepping on the mud, selling the rouge and gouache in the package hard;

A few children and the yellow dog were playing under the big weeping willow at the entrance of the village, their clothes were all dusty.

Surrounded by crowds, loud voices...

Standing on the hill full of graves and looking at it, it looks like a village market in the distance, where young and old gather, and it is very lively.

Not to mention the damp atmosphere in the abyss, it is difficult for even cultivators to survive permanently.

The prosperous scenery of this school of mortal villages is completely out of place in this shady land alone, like a watermelon.

And looking at it carefully, after careful inspection, Chen Heng also noticed something was wrong.

Although the village market was lively and there were a lot of people, everyone's complexion was miserable and pale, and the skin exposed from the sleeves of the robe also faintly showed purple-red corpse spots.

And the look in the depths of his eyes was also stiff and numb.

All kinds of laughter and cursing are just painted on the surface.

It seems to have painted various masks on a clay sculpture and wood carving with fine brushwork. It seems to be fresh on the outside, but it still has the essence of the rotten wood and loess on the inside.

The small hill where Chen Heng was standing was not far from the village, but everyone didn't notice this place, turning a blind eye.

"It seems that we have encountered a ghost village?"

Chen Heng thought to himself.

The origin of Diyuan is unknown.

Some people say that this place leads directly to the boundless netherworld, suppressing a branch of the Yellow Spring, and it is the reincarnation place of Xudu Tianyi, a cultivator, and there are divine soldiers and generals stationed below.

There is also a saying that it is said that the abyss is the wasteland of several prefectures in the ancient times, which was piled up here.

After all, the supernatural powers of Immortal Dao are immeasurable, they can pick sun stars at the top, and move the sea and mountains at the bottom. If they fight with each other, even if they smash a state to pieces, and then create biochemicals again, it is nothing. Difficult...

But no matter what kind of words it is, this place is full of darkness and richness, which has bred countless ghosts and ghosts.

The deeper you go, the more dangerous it is...

After all, Yan Ping is also a Taoist with the second level of foundation building, and he has cultivated to the state of "satisfactory size".

Even though he was injured by his own innate divine light, and then ran all the way without healing in time, he still has some combat power at any rate.

If not, he would not be able to make Chen Heng chase him for three days.

But now he is tied to the meat table like an animal, with all his limbs removed, and he doesn't even know whether he is alive or dead.It was very miserable.

The situation in front of him was unknown, and this was the first time Chen Heng encountered such a scene.

He stroked his sleeves and pondered for a moment, then took out a beautifully colored folding fan from the Qiankun bag and held it in his palm.

This fan is called "Chao Huan Fan", it was a gift from Xie Tan of Huashen Mansion when he was in Fuyu Po. Although it is a kind of strange skill, it is also listed in the middle-grade talisman vessels.

There are twelve beauties painted on the surface of the Chaohuan fan, and they can be summoned with just a pinch of a spell, and the transformation is no different from that of a real person. Within three hours, no matter how they do it, it will not matter.

After three hours passed, the body faded away and returned to the fan.

And even if the body is dead, because there is always a ball of divine essence stored in the folding fan, it only takes three days to consume some fetal breath and manifest the dead beauty again.

The beauties on the Chao Huan fan were originally used for yin and yang love, because cultivators are often bloody and powerful, different from the vulgar, and there may be unbearable omissions in the battle.

Therefore, the person who made this Chaohuan fan deliberately enhanced the physical bodies of the twelve beauties on the fan.

The physique of almost every beauty is as hard as gold and stone, but as soft as clouds. Even the monks who are in the second level of ordinary foundation building—the size of the wishful realm, are far inferior.

If these 12 people were to charge and kill them on horseback, no matter what kind of peerless generals they are in the ordinary world, they would not be an all-in-one enemy.

Even if he doesn't have any Taoist profound arts to draw close to him, he can easily destroy the city, overthrow the army and kill the general.

Such a combined puppet can just take risks for Chen Heng and explore the reality of the ghost village ahead.

He silently recited a sentence in his mouth, and after a while, he casually pointed to a person on the fan.

With a charming chuckle, there was a dense spiritual light floating in the air, and after a few breaths of effort, the spiritual light slowly landed and spun, turning into a charming and charming girl.

Standing gracefully under an old tree, she has a beautiful face and a graceful jade quality. She only wears a robe as thin as a cicada's wing, which makes her figure even more graceful and graceful, with her buttocks and slender waist.

As soon as people see it, they can't help but feel angry, and they want to embrace it in their arms and enjoy it carefully, and don't care about other things.

"My concubine is Chu Niang, I have seen this master, I don't know-"

"There's no need to be too polite, the ghost village in front of you is quite weird, please find out its reality for me."

Chen Heng waved his hand, interrupted the beautiful woman's bowing, and said.

"master?"

The beautiful woman who called herself Chu Niang hadn't finished speaking, so she couldn't continue.

She raised her head stiffly, her almond eyes were full of disbelief, and her heart was pounding wildly.

After a long while, he opened his mouth strangely and said:

"What did the master say just now... Is my concubine deaf? Can you open your mouth again and repeat your words?"

"Find out for me the reality of the ghost village ahead."

Chen Heng glanced at her lightly:
"how?"

"..."

Chu Niang was startled, her small mouth was slightly opened, and for a moment, her gaze towards Chen Heng was full of complex expressions.

Since this person got the Chaohuan fan, he hasn't used it once, and today he finally took it out, Chu Niang thought it was a young man who finally had the enlightenment, and could understand what it was like.

did not expect.

He called himself out, actually wanting to send himself to death...

Seeing that Chu Niang was stunned for a while, she froze in place for a long time and did not move.

Chen Heng frowned and said:

"Why didn't you leave for so long? Didn't I understand enough?"

"No, it's not..."

Chu Niang shook her head, bit her cherry lips, and with her left hand brushed the beautiful hair on her cheeks behind her ears.

She glanced at Chen Heng, her cheeks were instantly dizzy, she nodded, and said delicately:

"I can save my life, I will do my best, and I will live up to my master's trust."

"After entering the ghost village, if possible, kill the person who is bound to the meat table first."

Chen Heng has long been accustomed to this kind of gaze, and was not moved, only said:
"It's work."

Chu Niangxiang shrugged slightly, nodded shyly and timidly, and agreed.

And she just walked into the ghost village, and the bustling market was suddenly silent, as if a little thick ink had been dripped into the clear water.

Out of place, out of the ordinary.

A group of villagers instantly turned into ghosts and ghosts!
swarmed up.

In an instant, Chu Niang was torn to pieces!
Not to mention killing Yan Ping who was tied to the meat case, she had only walked three steps before she was torn to pieces by the ghosts.

That is still better than the physical body of the second-level foundation-building monks, and it will not be useful!
And after the group of ghosts tore Chu Niang into pieces, all the ferocious appearances on her body disappeared instantly, as if nothing had happened...

The hawkers are still shouting loudly, and the grass-stage troupe continues to perform tricks.

Even those young children who were bleeding from all seven orifices and had guts torn from their stomachs were blushing at the moment, and then made a mess with the yellow dog...

"What a ferocious ghost!"

Chen Heng was startled.

Later, when I saw that they were like puppets, they would only act according to the established instructions. They were obviously spiritually ignorant, and their minds were not open, so they vaguely had an idea in their minds.

At this time, on Chao Huan's fan, Chu Niang's appearance had already dimmed slightly.

Even though he tentatively tried again, he still remained motionless, unable to call out.

Chen Heng knew that it would take three days before she could manifest again. After trying it once, he didn't bother, and just chose a beauty at random, and called her out.

Still unable to walk three steps, he was easily torn apart by the ghosts.

Seeing this, Chen Heng didn't hesitate, and summoned another one to make her walk into the ghost village...

the fourth.

……

the fifth.

……

sixth.

……

When most of the twelve beauties on Chaohuan fan died.

Chen Heng just put away the folding fan, closed his eyes slightly, and pondered.

This group of ghosts is very fierce, even if he enters in person, he will never be able to please them.

Unexpectedly, the noise of this fight will also attract more powerful demons and monsters.

At that time, it may be true that there is a real fear of life...

And he just drove the beauties on Chaohuan fans into the market, but he didn't mean to send them to death blindly.

Firstly, it is to test the spiritual intelligence of the ghosts.

Secondly, they want to absorb a trace of yin energy from these ghosts, and then use the "bokeh constriction technique" to simulate the energy out of them to deceive them.

……

"Fortunately, although these ghosts are fierce and stubborn, their spiritual intelligence is very low. They only guard their own one-third of an acre of land. As long as they don't enter the village, they won't be hostile to them."

In Chen Heng's hand, he held a trace of the ghost's aura captured by Chao Huan's fans, and used the "Bokeh Concentration Technique" to perform it several times.

After his own aura has changed, he is exactly the same as the ghosts in the market, and there is no difference.

Then he flicked his sleeves and strode towards the group of ghosts.

Just stepped into the entrance of the village.

Then there was an indescribably treacherous atmosphere, which engulfed him heavily!

It seems to have landed on the side of a sleeping giant beast, as long as it makes a slight movement, it can be awakened, and it can be seen opening its mouth wide!

The dark wind blows in gusts, swaying left and right, desolate and bleak.

When he approached, all the ghosts that were originally lively stopped for a moment, their noses moved, like a dog smelling fishy.

However, the "Bokeh Convergence Technique" is not an ordinary profound art after all, after a few moments of doubt, they stopped moving, ignored Chen Heng, and continued to do their own things.

"Fortunately, these ghosts are not very spiritual...and they don't have any hostility towards their own kind?"

Seeing this scene, Chen Heng felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.

He walked towards Yan Ping on the meat case, and talked to a few ghosts along the way, but they ignored them and ignored them.

"Old man?"

The owner of the butcher shop is a bare-chested butcher, about sixty years old, fat and strong, with a long white beard under his jaw almost reaching his chest, and there are spots of scarlet minced meat inside, which is very messy.

Hearing Chen Heng's call, he didn't raise his head, but still rubbed his hands back and forth, muttering to himself.

"It's really fate, it looks like this, and it still has a breath."

On the meat case, Yan Ping, who had his limbs removed, fainted, but he was still alive.

This person has a lot of secret treasures for body protection, relying on these things, not only did he escape for three days, but even at this time, he forcibly took his life.

When Chen Heng raised his hand to finish him off completely.

Suddenly, the expression of the butcher who had been numb all this time changed, and he quickly stretched out his hand, wrapping around Yan Ping's torso like a food protector.

"Master Shanhu's blood food, the younger generation...don't eat it!"

He muttered heavily in his throat:
"The lady in the mansion is married, and the best blood food is Shanhu Gong!"

He roared as if in protest, and under this sound, all the ghosts turned their eyes sideways.

The chilly wind was blowing from nowhere, chilling the flesh and bones!It makes people's scalp tingle!
Chen Heng's eyes sank slightly.

Seeing that Chen Heng was standing at the butcher's case, and was not scared off by himself, the butcher grunted again deep in his throat.

He stretched out his big futon hand, stiffened for a moment, then slowly removed Yan Ping's left leg from the iron hook, weighed it, and then threw it at Chen Heng's feet.

"Hey, come eat!"

The butcher yelled:

"Go! Go!"

Countless pairs of dark white eyeballs turned around abruptly, and the group of ghosts faintly commotioned. In an instant, Chen Heng only felt a sense of malice enveloped him.

It seems that he only needs to reach out to touch Yan Ping's severed hand.

next moment.

Then he will be torn to pieces by the ghosts!
"It seems that we can only kill them..."

Faced with such an abrupt scene, Chen Heng's eyes also revealed a solemn look, when he lifted his sleeve robe and was about to forcefully make a move.

Suddenly, there was a soft sound of string music in the air, singing endlessly, and bursts of fragrance came again.

"Shanhugong..."

The butcher grunted again, quickly covered his face with his hands, and lowered his head.

The group of ghosts were all terrified, whining and screaming, as if their spiritual intelligence had suddenly opened up, and they were more frightened.

……

……

In a vast house.

Song Rupu, who failed to escape marriage again, was pinned to the ground by several big ghosts, tied up in groups, unable to move even a finger.

"Miss is the heir of Lord Shanhu, my uncle really doesn't know what to do."

A long-tongued ghost dressed like a nurse in charge giggled, floated into the air, and said:

"You've already bored the young lady. If there is another time, the young lady will ask the old man to put the uncle in the cinnabar cauldron and fry it for a while before releasing him."

"I don't want to get married! I don't want to have children!"

Song Rupu cried and struggled desperately on the ground:
"Everyone has clearly turned into ghosts. How can there be love between men and women? Is this reasonable? How is this reasonable?!"

(End of this chapter)