"People in this world can already hear the movements of the dead, and the dead more than ten days ago should have disappeared long ago, but they are still here." Zhan Changfeng pointed to the battlefield in front of him, "Look, they will no longer repeat the last Behavior, started to act differently."
At the place pointed by her, the soldier's heroic spirit abandoned the spear and swallowed another soul with a ferocious face.
These dead record the final moments of the battlefield, and now, order is in disarray.
"They are going to turn into ghosts." Yi Changsheng had doubts, whether someone was pushing it or there was something wrong with the place itself.
Nothing can happen suddenly. There should be clues before this.
When it got dark, they first went to Shimen Pass to rest. Yi Changsheng told Jin Xiu, "Go and ask where the most people have died here in the past year, such as villages and towns."
Shimen Pass is located in Cangyan Mountain, and most of the villages are built on the mountain. They are hidden behind green trees and smoke, and traffic is extremely blocked. It is not easy to find news about them. However, due to the war, most of the people moved out and left. At Shimen Pass, there are some signs of news.
"Three months ago, there were many casualties in the northern foothills of Cangyan Mountain. I found a villager who stayed in the army as a cook and asked him about the details. His words were unclear and his expression was frightened. After questioning, he said: "Jin Xiu paused. After a pause, "He said that the dead went away quietly, with bruises all over their bodies, their eyes open, and a look of fear."
Yi Changsheng thought about it, "They were probably scared out of Shimen Pass."
She only called her name in the second half of her sentence, and one of the two lines of personal guards outside the house stepped out, "What are your orders, Your Highness?"
"Bring me a message to Yuatekyu, and ask him to come with me before noon tomorrow to check out the sneaky thing." Fang Zhe responded, "I will do it now."
Fang Chiu repaired a letter, and the flying pigeon disappeared into the dark sky without stars and moon, and said secretly, brother, we are just doing business, but having said that, it is too easy for His Highness to summon the enemies who were against him just now.
The flying pigeon landed on the window sill of the cabin in the forest. There was a fire in the cabin, a deerskin bear head hung on the wall, and tools such as animal traps and shovels piled in the corner. It looked like a temporary residence for hunters in the mountains. place.
Determining the location carefully, this hut is also on the Cangyan Mountains, but it is at the eastern foot of the mountain that few people can climb, directly facing the thousand-foot wall on the shore.
The light from the fire passed through the window, climbed over the verandah, climbed over the railing, and reflected a bright light, in which the fine snow was fluttering. There is no wind here, and the snow is not heavy. Maybe the ancient trees are too tall and dense, or maybe the feng shui is good.
A place with good Feng Shui is suitable for beautiful people to lean on railings and watch the snow.
Sui Qinghan stood in the cold next to the bright light, as if he was looking at the snow, or as if he was in a daze aimlessly, with no specific focus, until an unexpectedly fat pigeon landed on the window sill and jumped a few feet. , then flew up to the railing at her hand, her two paws left dirty marks on the white surface of the thin snow, and then slipped and fell into the grass outside the corridor.
"Pratyakarta, your flying dove."
"Our temple doesn't use flying pigeons. The donor must have made a mistake." A voice came from inside the house, "It's just the donor."
Sui Qinghan said categorically, "Xuanyin Palace cannot raise such stupid pigeons."
Yuanyupe had no choice but to come out and pick up the pigeon struggling in the grass, twist out the note, lean against the window sill to read the content on it, and then said after a while, "The prince invites a poor monk to get rid of ghosts."
Sui Qinghan looked as if he was distracted, as if he hadn't heard anything. Yuanjue pinched the note and said, "Is the feud between you two still unresolved?"
"Don't worry."
"The poor monk also had misunderstandings about her before, but now they have solved it. In fact, the poor monk thinks that her governance of the world is no worse than that of Xu Weixian, and she is a wise person at heart." Yuanyuejue said with neither joy nor sadness, " Don’t be attached to the donor, it will not benefit you.”
"It has nothing to do with this." Sui Qinghan turned over his hands and put on his hat, "Don't forget what will happen in seven days."
The clear shadow entered the cold forest, only to see no trace of snow. Prayatojue recited a Buddha's name, replied to the letter, and left.
As light as a swallow and walking like a snake, he arrived at the place the prince told him about at noon.
It was a village, and the houses were arranged on the mountain, like crops close together on terraces. It's just that the space is too quiet. Yuanyuejue walks along the old stone steps between the wooden houses on both sides. Wherever the wind blows, an unclosed door opens and closes back and forth, clicking, adding a touch of resignation to the silence. His hair stood on end in a strange way.
"Master!" A loud shout came from the fork in the distance, and the man like an iron tower waved his hand, "His Royal Highness is waiting for you above."
Yuanjue held the demon-conquering pestle and walked towards him, "I dare to ask the donor what happened here."
"Master!" the man shouted and waved his hand, "His Royal Highness is waiting for you above."
The pace of Pratye Awareness remained unchanged, and the white cassock occasionally flashed with golden light in the morning light. He recited the Heart Sutra and slammed the magic pestle in his hand on the ground, and the phantom dissipated in the wind.
Donor Fang Zhuo is a stubborn guy, how could he be called Master Poor Monk. Yuan Jie looked at the fork. The houses here were scattered at different heights, and the paths led up, down, back and forth. He did not think about looking for the prince. He just thought that since the phantom pointed the way specifically, he might as well take a look. Maybe Can detect the source of strangeness.
It seems that no one has lived here for a long time. Even the meat hanging in front of the house has dried and changed color, and is wrinkled and dark. There is also a rack for drying clothes, with one end resting on a wooden fork, the other end poked in the mud, and a few scattered pieces of clothing. It fell to the ground like a faded rag.
It is clear to Pratye Awareness that it looks like decay.
"What did the monk see?"
An indifferent voice came, Yuanjue looked back and saw Yi Changsheng on the gray old steps outside the fence of the small courtyard.
The man was wearing a rare white robe, with mountains and rivers embroidered into dark patterns, gold and silver threads to represent the sun and moon, and a green jade hairpin in his hair. He looked down at him, for no reason, making people feel that the clouds and smoke of ancient and modern times could not suppress her for a moment. Unparalleled elegance.
Pratyekabuddha clasped his hands together and said, "Things without owners are easy to wither."
"How could it be so bad in March?" Yi Changsheng walked towards a trail and said, "It's so quiet here. I can't hear any sound. If it weren't for the ghost hitting the wall just now, I would have thought it was just an empty space." village."
She knew that this trip was not an easy one, so she only brought two people, Jin Xiu Fangzhe and others. They also knew that the things they might encounter could not be solved by force. At this time, they carefully observed the surroundings and only nodded to Yuanyuejue. Not a word.
Yuan Jie didn't say much and silently followed them walking in this empty village.
They chose to enter the village at noon when the sun was the strongest, but they didn't know whether it was because of the late winter or early spring or because it was in the mountains. The green mist always lingered around the village, unable to drive away the coolness, but strangely enough, they couldn't find it. The exact cause.
Yi Changsheng only knew that there must be a big ghost hiding here, watching them in the dark, and based on the level of confusion the ghost was trying to break into the wall, this ghost was still within the manageable range.
Suddenly Jin Xiu, who was scouting the road ahead, shouted, "Your Highness, there is smoke."
Everyone's expressions suddenly became strange. When he stepped onto the high ground and looked around, he saw eight or nine households halfway up the mountain in the distance, with smoke rising from the roofs.
Fang Zhe said, "Is it possible that there are still people who have not moved away?"
"You'll know just by looking at it."
