Putting away the withered and tangled blue-black silk thread, Zhang Wenfeng and Fox Girl walked forward side by side. The two communicated about the details of crossing the bridge, so that Zhang Guanzhu knew what measures to take to deal with it.
The donkey lagged behind and continued to hunt for treasure with its nose. It did not go closer than two feet to the river to provoke the water lion ghost.
When it was too far away, it ran to catch up, then walked slowly and searched for a while, cuddling in the grass and hunting rabbits.
Only the donkey knows what he has gained after swallowing it in his stomach.
After walking for about half an hour, two people and one donkey came to where Xin Yue said the bridge was.
The river beach here is narrow and the mountains and rocks are steep.
The river wind is strong, the waves are crashing on the shore, and the wet smell is getting stronger and stronger.
Xin Yue took out a golden fox-headed headdress and put it on her head. Her expression was solemn, and her whole person had an aura of holiness. She took out the incense candle paper money from her sleeves, placed it on the huge moss-covered rock, and took out three more items. The small copper tripods with double ears on the lids were placed in a row. They opened the lids, lit incense candles and inserted them in front of the bronze tripod sacrifices, and burned a stack of paper money.
He pulled out the short blade, cut his fingertips and dripped a few drops of blood into the bronze cauldron.
He bowed three times, stepped back, and prayed in the language of the fox demon clan.
The river wind whistled, and the fox's voice sounded strangely like a whimper, lingering and flickering in the candlelight, echoing high and low in the air.
Zhang Wenfeng noticed that Xin Yue burned a stick of incense, and that the incense was red and black. He and Donkey looked at it from ten feet away and smelled a slight smell in the incense mist. He had been exposed to burning incense for many years and smelled something wrong with the fragrance.
The donkey's nose was very good and he said, "That incense is so weird, um, it smells like blood."
Zhang Wenfeng suddenly realized that what Xin Yue was burning was blood incense, an incense made from his own blood mixed with spices.
I heard Zhong Wenyong say before that the taboos for demon cultivators to burn incense are very different from human rules. In addition to using blood as incense, they also use bones as incense. In order to communicate with the demon ancestors in the upper world, they even use tribal psychic monsters as incense. A few sticks Fragrance is just a few lives.
Zhang Wenfeng initially listened to all kinds of weird secrets as stories.
The rocks underfoot suddenly shook, and a huge roar of water came from the underground river below. Water mist suddenly rose, and for a moment the luminous gems illuminated in front were obscured, leaving only a little light, and Xin Yue's figure disappeared.
Zhang Wenfeng noticed that the cold and cold air in this place had increased sharply. He sent a message to the donkey and put a yang talisman on the donkey's forehead.
After half a word, Xin Yue slowly walked out of the mist. She was wearing the animal-headed headdress that added to her beauty. She wiped a mysterious rune with blood on her white forehead. She had a serious face and said softly: " Please come with me."
She was holding a white gem in her hand, walking in the mist, and there seemed to be some kind of strange evil aura about her body.
Zhang Wenfeng gave the donkey a reassuring look and followed the fox girl, stepping on the moss-covered rocks in the rugged area, approaching the boulder where the candles were fluttering and fragrant flamingos. He followed the fox girl and jumped onto the boulder. Suddenly, a tower across the river appeared in front of him. The stone bridge under his feet was a huge pier connecting the stone bridge.
Water mist surged outside the three-foot-wide bridge, and various sounds came from the mist.
Beasts roared, ghosts howled, begged for help, people cried, etc. I don’t know how many ghosts and ghosts were suppressed under the bridge.
It's not as simple as Xin Yue said there is an invisible evil on the bridge.
Zhang Wenfeng is a master of salvation, a ghost hunter, and the judge of the Soul-Suppressing Palace in the Bronze Lamp. His understanding of ghost affairs in the underworld is almost unparalleled by anyone in the world. He can feel a little bit of the ghosts just by listening to the music and smelling the ghosts. Clues.
He didn't know when he had this ability.
It seems to come naturally.
He had a calm expression on his face, but he was already sighing secretly in his heart. When the ancestors of the fox demon tribe built this bridge, the evil they did recklessly had to be punished by their descendants. The three-tailed demon fox tribe was almost wiped out. It was not without reason.
Nothing in this world is perfect, nothing lasts forever from generation to generation.
It is normal to have ups and downs, or to cut off the incense. The result of forcing oneself with evil methods is to suffer backlash.
At this level, the woman walking gracefully in front of her might find it difficult to break through. Xin Yue thought of the problem too simply. If she wanted to fall into the bridge, she would not only be blocked by the two guardian bridge spirits, but she would also encounter many strange things.
It's not that easy to get through!
If the three-tailed demon fox tribe is still there, maybe they can use countless fox demon lives to feed the evil ghosts' souls to get through.
A white candle appeared in Zhang Wenfeng's hand, he swayed and lit the candle, and sent a message to warn the donkey: "Don't step outside the candlelight, this bridge is very dangerous, be careful!"
It's not that he doesn't want to protect the fox girl in front of him. At this moment, the fox girl has been surrounded by invisible ghosts, and even entered the illusion created by ghosts without knowing it.
The light from his special candle couldn't shine on the fox girl at all. It was like there were two layers of heaven and earth between him and the fox girl.
A few steps away, a world of difference.
If the fox girl dies on the bridge, he is sure that he can escape unscathed, but how will he and the donkey get back?
The underground Yin River under the bridge is naturally formed, but it is imprisoned by extremely clever formations. Otherwise, after so many years, the sea has changed, not to mention the underground river has changed its course, and the rocks on the top have been flooded and collapsed a lot, right?
He couldn't think of a good way for a while, so he could only take one step at a time.
If he rashly intervenes in the feud between the fox demon clan and the innocent souls, he has to consider whether the gain outweighs the loss?
These evil ghosts and innocent souls have been trapped here for who knows how many years. They are different from the ghosts formed by the obsessions and residual souls suppressed by the small world of bronze lamps. It is not that he can wash away the hostility and hatred by reciting the sutras several times to save them.
He felt the overwhelming resentment and anger on and off the bridge, and the souls of the enemy conveyed the idea of revenge even if they were not reincarnated, their souls were scattered, and they perished together.
Deep-level cause and effect has been involved, and if he intervenes, it will be blamed on him.
Even if he had the intention to solve the problem and invited them to go to the underworld by opening the ghost gate, the ghosts would not accept his kindness. He only had three chances to open the ghost gate, which was rare.
As a temporary ghost errand, it is difficult to handle.
The donkey immediately retracted its gaze and walked obediently with the viewer with the talisman on its forehead. Last year, the viewer also lit a candle once during the night fight with the old ghost in Xihe Mountain. The situation was extremely critical at that time, which is vivid in his mind.
"Would you like to chew some medicinal herbs?"
The donkey still remembers the master's methods and sends a message to remind him.
"No, you fill your body with lightning and don't show it. Second-level ghosts don't dare to get close."
Zhang Wenfeng instructed the donkey to protect himself and chewed the medicine as a precaution.
"Blood, there is blood...Master, the fox demon in front walked across the stone bridge and left a blood mark. She...what happened?"
The donkey screamed in alarm. It couldn't understand whether the fox girl was performing some kind of ceremony or had an accident?
Zhang Wenfeng shouted through the voice: "Be careful and don't think wildly!"
The donkey shut up obediently and did not dare to disturb the viewer's thoughts. It saw that the situation was critical. Could it be that the ghosts on the bridge were more ferocious than the ghosts in Guizailing? The master of the temple is actually helpless and has not started chanting sutras yet.
The fox girl who was walking seven or eight steps ahead held up the luminous gem in her hand. She was wearing a white robe that could withstand several attacks from the wolf demon. Suddenly, holes appeared, one, two, and three... not torn. The sound came out, and soon it became strangely dilapidated.
The fox girl seemed unaware and continued to move forward. Pieces of rags fell and scattered along with the bloody footprints.
After the robe is taken off, there is a middle coat and undergarments.
The donkey looked at the fox girl in front of him who was slowly turning into a naked butt, and it was so bright that it irritated his eyes.
What the hell happened to that fox girl?
The image of a human woman doesn't fit the donkey's aesthetic taste, and it has no idea no matter how naked it is.
It just feels that this is not good, very bad. In the words of the old cripple, it is called "indecent", a word with a lot of cultural ink.
It's strange, the male and female donkeys are always naked, even those words show through, why don't they think it's immoral?
On the contrary, it feels like it's only natural, hey, humans are just hypocritical.
Zhang Wenfeng stared at the flawless body of the fox girl. He felt that it was fragrant and beautiful, and felt anxious. He used sound transmission several times to turn into waves to communicate his thoughts with the wronged souls outside the bridge. The response he got was: Fight to the death, pay with blood.
Do these idiots have to force him to fight?
It is difficult to weigh the unbearable karma and evil retribution compared with the danger that may be trapped here.
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