Maoshan Road

Chapter 627 The Ghost of Western Hunan (1) ([-])
【First Update】

Although Jin Junkang thought so, when he walked a dozen or so mountains further, he realized that his thoughts were so naive. He saw that the path that was originally one or two meters wide was getting smaller and smaller, so small that only one person could walk on it. , and the further you go in, the weeds and trees on the side of the road are tightly packed together, and the trees on the top of the head directly cover the light; suddenly the road is getting darker and gloomy, not to mention that Jin Junkang feels this way, Even Qin Jinrong has been bored for a long time. Why is there no one to cut down such good mountains, grasses and trees?

Pang Kang frowned. Ever since the road became narrower, he discovered a strange thing, that is, there was no sound of birds or insects, and there was no sound other than the sound of footsteps. I couldn't help but stepped forward and asked Wang Zimu, "Why do I feel like there are no animals here? Why is there not a single bird or insect call?"

Who knew that Wang Zimu hissed back, and then said in a low voice, "Don't talk, it will disturb the mountain god! We haven't worshiped or asked the mountain god yet, this will make the mountain god angry, and we will be in bad luck by then!" Said He slowly turned around and continued to walk forward; Pang Kang looked at Wang Zimu sweating depressedly, and said secretly in his heart: Even if you want to ask, you have to tell me when you will worship...

But the surprise is that Pang Kang is really not talking!But if you look closely at Pang Kang and these people, it seems a bit awkward. Several people in ancient clothes are carrying modern backpacks, even Jin Junkang has his own backpack!But Wang Zimu is different, there is a piece of cloth tied on his back to wrap it, I don’t know if it is clothes or something else,...

It was not until several hours of walking that Wang Zimu stood in front of a strange stone; the stone was gray and white, about two or three square meters in size, and if you looked carefully, you would find that it was not actually a stone, but A face...under the forehead are two sharp eyebrows that are as sharp as knives. The middle of the eyebrows is tightly wrinkled together, and the mouth is clenching its teeth, facing the sky...

Wang Zimu stood in front, unwrapped the cloth behind his back, then gently took out a porcelain bowl, placed it in front of the stone that looked like a face, and placed it there, then took out a bottle of mineral water , Pour mineral water into the porcelain bowl, then take out three chopsticks and put them together in the middle of the porcelain bowl, the three chopsticks are fixed in the middle of the bowl, and then Wang Zimu faces Shi Shi said reverently, "Master Mountain God, Wang Zimu brought the old man into the mountain today, please pass the mountain god!" After speaking, he stared at the three chopsticks; He bowed to the stone and said, "Thank you, Lord Mountain God!" After finishing speaking, he picked up the porcelain bowl, put away his chopsticks, turned to Pang Kang and the others and said, "I have communicated with the Mountain God! You can go in!"

Pang Kang was slightly stunned, looked at the stone that was only one meter high, and then looked at Wang Zimu, "You..." said Pang Kang's pupils shrank slightly, "You just used that method Come to communicate with gods or ghosts?" He walked two steps forward and looked at the stone statue with a frown and said, "Are you from Miaojiang or from Xiangxi?" At first, I never thought of this ancient costume called Wang Zimu The people here are still from the Hundred Thousand Mountains!

(End of this chapter)