I had a lot of questions on the way back, but now I can't talk about them. I can only walk with Huizhen behind the two old men.
It can be seen that Xuan Zhenzi and Master Mingtong have a close friendship. Although they cursed each other when they met, they always walked side by side and occasionally whispered behind our backs. Unfortunately, it was windy at night, and Huizhen and I stood in front of each other. I can't hear it clearly from the upwind vent.
As soon as I walked into the village entrance, Xuan Zhenzi patted me, pointed to the white flags hanging in the village, and asked me why so many people died.
I said helplessly, "Ever since those floating corpses were salvaged, the village has been enveloped by an air of injustice. It must be that the floating corpses turned into ghosts and planned to enter the village to find a substitute, so they harmed these villagers."
Master Mingtong immediately put on a compassionate expression, clasped his hands and said,
"Alas, the cause and effect are unpredictable. The Yama Village suffered a major disaster. It seems that the poor monk is also responsible."
Xuan Zhenzi also put away his joking expression and glanced at him with a deep expression, but said nothing. He didn't know what he was thinking.
When we arrived at the Qin family courtyard, it was almost dawn. Xuan Zhenzi stood at the door of the courtyard and shouted,
"Xiao Qin, it's already dawn, why are you still sleeping? It's time to get up and pee."
I couldn't laugh or cry immediately. This old kid is almost a hundred years old, and his temper is still so unpredictable. It's really hard to describe.
Not to mention his shouting, Father Qin really pushed the door open and came out, his cheeks trembling with excitement, and asked him like an old god when he came?
Xuan Zhenzi smiled and said that he had just arrived not long ago. He took another look at the wrinkles on Father Qin's face and said with emotion,
"Xiao Qin, you are getting old too."
Father Qin smiled bitterly and said that he is already in his sixties, how can he not grow old? But you, old god, have become younger and younger in the past thirty years.
Xuan Zhenzi squinted his eyes and laughed, glanced furtively into the room, patted Father Qin on the shoulder and said,
"I know everything about your family. Your little son is destined to suffer this disaster. Don't take it too seriously. The most urgent thing is to find a way. It would be better to transfer the whole village out first."
Father Qin trembled all over, shook his chin and said, "Old fairy, is the matter really this serious?"
Xuan Zhenzi and Master Mingtong looked at each other and sighed, "Xiao Qin, you also experienced that incident thirty years ago. You should know how ferocious the things in the Yama Valley are."
"Back then, the old monk and I spent all our efforts to block the gap in the magic circle. However, after thirty years of exposure to wind and sun, the seal there has become ineffective. The resentment of this thing has been accumulated for thirty years. Only It will be even more terrifying than before. All the misfortunes that have happened to your village originated from that place, and it’s time to come to an end.”
Father Qin looked moved, thinking of his own family affairs, and finally nodded and said,
"Okay, I will mobilize the villagers immediately after dawn. But the villagers have lived here for a long time, so I am afraid they may not agree to leave."
It was still some time before dawn. We were all sitting in the courtyard to rest. While Father Qin was going to the kitchen to get food, I carefully moved to Xuan Zhenzi and asked in a low voice,
"Master, what happened in the back mountain, and what happened to the so-called thirty-year agreement?"
Xuan Zhenzi shook his head and said vaguely, "How should I put it? Yamawanggou is located in the hinterland of Western Hunan. You have seen how dangerous the terrain here is. It is full of poisonous miasma. After thousands of years of nourishment, the mountains have formed a very terrifying evil spirit. It happened that thousands of years ago, someone built another evil tomb in the center of Yamawanggou."
The place where the evil tomb is located happens to be the Yin Eye of the Earthly Evil in the entire Yamawanggou. It has been nourished by the evil energy buried in the ground for thousands of years, and has formed an evil evil.
"To say it's evil is not quite accurate. To be precise, it has turned into a terrifying tomb of Shura."
Hearing this, Master Mingtong couldn't help but added, "Yes, the Disha here was once restless thirty years ago. Although we worked together to suppress it, after thirty years of changes, this time Maybe I can’t hold it anymore.”
According to them, the source of the fog that shrouded Yamagou, the corpses conceived by Widow Chen, and the floating corpses that kept popping up under the river bed were closely related to the "Tomb of Shura."
Xuan Zhenzi said solemnly, "Before setting off, I had calculated that something would happen in Yama Village, but I didn't expect it to happen so soon. Alas, it's my fault for not being able to see through the Xuan Yin Sect's conspiracy in advance, which led to the person surnamed Ji coming to follow me. I fought hard, which delayed my trip for so long."
Master Mingtong frowned slightly and said, "No wonder you are late. So that person also took action?"
"Yes, just a Shura tomb is troublesome enough. If someone named Ji is also involved, I'm afraid the consequences will be even more unpredictable."
Xuan Zhenzi took a puff of welding smoke, and the lingering smoke covered his face, making him look uncertain.
Huizhen suddenly interrupted and said, "Master, Old Taoist, what is going on with the Xuanyin Sect that you are talking about? That person named Ji is so capable that he can actually hurt Old Taoist, and he is..."
"Talk too much, don't ask questions you shouldn't!"
Master Mingtong's face sank and he scolded Huizhen not to ask blind questions.
It can be seen that both Xuan Zhenzi and Master Mingtong are very afraid of the Xuanyin Sect. The red-haired old man who fought with Xuan Zhenzi in the past and hurt both sides must have a big background.
Master Mingtong added, "Fortunately, Brother Dao allowed him to be injured as well. It is estimated that the person surnamed Ji will not be involved in this matter again."
"Hard to say."
Xuan Zhenzi sneered and said that he and the guy named Ji were the same. If I could adjust back so quickly, the old guy might not be able to either.
"This time the matter is more troublesome. To be cautious, it would be more appropriate to move the villagers outside first. It just so happens that you and I each have an apprentice, who should be able to handle this task..."
Before he finished speaking, Master Mingtong, who was sighing with his head down, seemed to have sensed something. He suddenly stood up from the bench, held the rosary in his hand, and looked at the entrance of the village with a puzzled look on his face. He said curiously,
"Why is he here?"
"Who's coming?"
I was startled by Master Mingtong's words and thought that the red-haired old man who injured Xuan Zhenzi had also entered Yama Village.
At the same time, Xuan Zhenzi also stood up, narrowed the corners of his eyes like sharp knives, and sneered for a while,
“The Huang family’s arrival is such a coincidence!”
"Who is from the Huang family?"
I was almost confused by them. Why was it that Xuan Yin Sect was here, Huang Family was there, and how many groups of people were coming from Yama Village?
Xuan Zhenzi did not answer, shook his head, and strode toward the village, laughing and saying,
"Huang, you are such a smart old turtle. It seems that the lesson you learned thirty years ago was not profound enough, and you have come up with the idea of Shura's Tomb again."
A cold response came quickly under the night cover,
"Hmph, Xuan Zhenzi, didn't you come to Yama Village like me? How can you have the face to accuse me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, two figures, an old man and a young man, appeared on the village road. The old man had a tall and strong figure, a black face and a white beard, and his eyebrows were dyed like ink, full of power.
The young man is tall and tall, with sharp eyebrows and sharp eyes. He is a standard handsome guy, but his familiar triangular eyes make me feel uncomfortable no matter how I look at him.
"Damn, it's actually him!"
I let out a low cry, and Xuan Zhenzi was slightly surprised. He looked back at me and said, "Do you know anyone from the Huang family?"
I raised my brows, pointed at the tall young man with an unruly face, and said,
"I don't know anyone from the Huang family, but yesterday afternoon, this kid came to me in the town to ask for directions, and even cast a curse on me to tease me!"
