Zhang Ziran's words made me take a high look at him.
With different positions and different camps, conflicts are inevitable.
As conflicts escalate, life and death situations may arise.
But there are very few people in this world who can distinguish between grudges and grudges.
I put the things away, and Huang Jiu immediately took them and carried them on his back.
Zhang Ziran said nothing more and turned around to check on the injured person.
I saw that Huang Jiu's little body was bent over by the burden, and I couldn't help but ask: "Brother Huang, can you carry it?"
Huang Jiu rolled his eyes at me and asked, "Have you ever seen anyone think money is too much?"
All right!
Probably not.
Of course, people who have the ability to think money is too heavy will not carry it themselves.
In the Yellow River, the rising water has receded, but I have always kept my second level of spiritual eyes open.
At ten o'clock in the morning, Zhang Ziran organized a dozen people to collect the bodies of his companions.
But as soon as they gathered together, a man dressed in black appeared on the river bank in the morning light.
He stepped onto the shore and walked slowly and leisurely.
After seeing the person's dress clearly, someone immediately cursed: "Where the hell did the Sakura Country ninja come from? Brothers, kill him!"
They released all the anger they had accumulated last night and prepared to beat up the people on Sakura Island to vent their anger.
However, Zhang Ziran and I recognized the person. Zhang Ziran hurriedly said: "Don't get excited, he is not a ninja, he is from the Mo family."
The ink hermit.
And it’s the Ink Hermit who I had a chance encounter with.
In Shennongjia, he threw me a piece of Mo Yinling, and I never saw it again.
What does he want to do here now?
Zhang Ziran said: "Li Yang, this is a member of the ancient tribe. Please accompany me to ask!"
Does Mo Yin belong to the ancient tribe?
But after all, it does have a long history.
The Ink Shadow saw us passing by and stopped.
When we got closer, Huang Jiu jumped from my shoulder to Mo Hermit's shoulder.
The big backpack behind him almost hit Mo Hermit in the face.
Zhang Ziran was startled and scolded: "Huang Xian, don't lose etiquette."
Huang Jiu rolled his eyes.
Mo Yinzi said: "It doesn't matter."
Mo Yinzhe was not very old, and sounded like he was in his twenties. I didn't have any extra courtesy, so I cupped my hands like a peer and said, "Long time no see!"
Zhang Ziran asked in surprise: "Do you know each other?"
I said: "We once killed everyone on Sakura Island together!"
Huang Jiu jumped onto Mo Hermit's shoulder for a purpose, but the big bag was hanging on his back, which made his movement a little difficult. Even so, he still bent over and stretched out his hand to pull it while we were talking. The Ink Hermit has a mask on his face.
Mo Hermit didn't seem to notice, but when Huang Jiu's claws were about to catch the mask, he waved his hand like a fly and opened Huang Jiu's claws.
Huang Jiuxin said unwillingly: "Handsome guy, let us see your face. Why are you so mysterious? It's not shameful."
The ink hermit glanced at me.
I understood what he meant and said hurriedly: "Brother Huang, stop making trouble."
Huang Jiu hummed in disappointment and prepared to jump over his shoulder.
As a result, the bag on his back was too heavy and he didn't dare to jump even after several attempts.
People had already given him a look, and I was worried that Huang Jiu would annoy people if he kept fussing with him, so I hurriedly went over to pick him up and put him on my shoulders.
Only then did Zhang Ziran ask, "Fellow Taoist, I'm here, but what's the matter?"
The Hermit Mo said: "There is a headless corpse from Sakura Island here. He committed murder in his early years and has been dormant under the Yellow River since then. This time you come here to experience it. I think he will take action again, so come and take a look!"
I feel like the Ink Hermit has been hunting down the people on Sakura Island.
In Shennongjia, the ninja just appeared, and he appeared right after.
Same here.
I said: "The headless corpse has been beheaded by us."
"Oh?" Mo Yinzi was a little surprised: "That was a spiritual corpse. Did you kill it?"
I didn't dare to put gold on my face and explained: "It was seriously injured and had a broken arm, and we used a purple talisman."
Hearing this, Mo Yin suddenly said: "No wonder."
I curiously asked: "How come the corpses of people from Sakura Island appeared in the Yellow River?"
Mo Yinzi faced the Yellow River and said: "What Xu Fu brought back when he returned from his second trip eastward was an ancient warrior from Sakura Island."
"I think after so many years, its power has weakened a lot, so you can take advantage of it."
Combined with Guo Shan's words, I can confirm that the temple really exists.
Taking this opportunity, I asked: "Is the Yellow River Dragon Coffin something from the temple?"
Mo Yin said: "When Xu Fu came back for the third time, he brought back the dragon coffin."
"In 1985, the Yellow River stopped flowing, and the dragon coffin was washed out of the temple. The villagers of this village dug it out. As a result, the ancient warriors of Sakura Island were activated, causing a disaster."
I said: "That means the dragon coffin is probably no longer in the temple?"
Mo Yinzi shook his head and said: "Then I don't know, but when Xu Fu came back for the second time, he married a wife and had children. I think when the ancestor's things are born, they will protect them secretly, and maybe they have sent the dragon coffin back. In the palace."
Thinking of a previous guess, I tried to ask: "Have you met Xu Fu's descendants?"
The Mo family lived in the same era as the Yin Yang family controlled by Xu Fu.
Maybe there will be an intersection.
However, Mo Yinzi shook his head and said: "I don't know. After Xu Fu made his third trip eastward, his last wife and the entire ethnic group disappeared out of thin air, and their whereabouts are unknown."
He didn't want to get entangled in this topic, so he changed the topic and said: "It's okay for you to think about it. But Xu Fu is quite weird. He combined the Yin and Yang magic with Alchemy to create a lot of weird things."
"It's okay to take a look out of curiosity, but there are some things you're not sure about, so don't touch them."
I nodded and accepted his advice.
But Hu Wenhui and Hu Wenyao are down there, and they should know what they can and cannot touch.
Zhang Ziran asked: "When the headless corpses attacked us, some swollen human heads came out of the river. They bit people when they saw them. I don't know what they were?"
The ink hermit said: "That is the medicine head. When the headless corpse cuts off the head, it will also seal the victim's soul inside the head."
"After he brings it back to the temple, he puts it into the medicine jar left by Xu Fu. After soaking it for a few years, he will get a medicine head!"
So evil?
Why do I feel that Xu Fu's methods are very similar to those of the Sanyin Sect?
Seeing that Mo Yin wanted to leave, I hurriedly asked: "Xu Fu is overseas, has he found the undead?"
The methods of the Sanyin Sect are all derived from the sacrifices of the undead. If Xu Fu went east to find the undead, the confusion just now would be solved.
But when I asked, I thought it was impossible, because Xu Fu's methods were very evil before he crossed east.
unless……
I haven't had time to say it yet.
Mo Yinzi said: "As far as I know, the so-called undead may be a test subject of Xu Fu's pursuit of immortality overseas."
"Besides, it was a failed experiment."
