The Yinghe River is seventy miles away from Jubei City, and the waves are surging into the sky.
Vast and incomparable.
Occasionally, the howling wind stirs up mist on the water.
It makes Yinghe River a little colder.
Mu Nan and Sun Qian stood side by side on horseback, with hundreds of flags behind them scattered around to warn them.
"Master, in the past, ferries often chose this place. It is flat, without reefs, and the water flow is gentle, but now it is full of evil spirits."
According to Sun Qian's narrative, the Yinghe River was the natural chasm between the Northern Wei Dynasty and Dafeng.
The geographical location here is special. In addition to the merchant ships, the people who died in the long battles often come out to cause trouble due to the gathering resentment.
But according to past customs, just offering blood food as a sacrifice during the Hungry Ghost Festival can appease the grievances.
Stay safe for a year.
In previous New Years, Sun Qian would bring most officials from Jubei City to the riverside to offer pigs, cattle, sheep and other livestock.
It can also keep ships passing through.
Da Feng and Da Wei also fought and made peace. When there was no war, they would communicate with each other.
But at the beginning of spring this year, the Ying River had huge waves, not to mention ships and even birds could not go back and forth.
A sergeant once heard a woman crying miserably, and the sound could be heard for hundreds of miles.
There were even more men beating and scolding.
During this year's Ghost Festival, Sun Qian brought cattle and sheep to perform sacrificial rituals again to pray for the safety of the ships passing by.
Unexpectedly, the sacrificial items were just pushed into the river, causing a sudden gust of wind.
All the cattle and sheep were thrown ashore.
There was a lot of discussion, and everyone said that King Jubei had unintentionally offended the river god, causing the river god to become resentful.
There is no need for sacrifices anymore.
He even more categorically said that only by denying the lives of a whole city in Beicheng could peace be achieved.
A few days ago, Sun Qian went to the Taoist Office to ask the Taoist sect to take action.
I don't know where the Taoist priests got two Taoist priests. They ate and drank a lot in Jubei Prince's Mansion and boasted loudly. After seven days, they came to Yinghe to open the altar.
The momentum is quite high.
Two three-foot-long Taoist platforms were built, and the monks on the staff of King Jubei were also asked to help.
Raise the flag and chant sutras.
It took three days of hard work.
Unexpectedly, at dusk on the third day, a huge wave suddenly broke out in the Yinghe River.
The water surface rose more than three feet, even two feet higher than the platform.
A terrifying demonic wind rose from the river and swept the Taoist priests and staff monks into the water.
Ren Shu used light and fire for a long time, and in the end, not even the people or the waves were seen.
There has been no news for so many days. Thinking about it with my toes, I know that the worst is probably coming.
"Your Majesty, are there any ships?"
After hearing this, Mu Nan slowly asked.
Sun Qian was confused for a long time, and then said with a horrified expression: "Is the Master going to cross the river?"
Are skilled people bold, or are newborn calves not afraid of tigers?
Mu Nan nodded with certainty.
On the surface, there is nothing wrong with the Ying River except that the wind is a little stronger and the waves are a little bigger.
If what Sun Qian said is true, then there must be a monster causing trouble.
As for what kind of monster it is, what its abilities are, and what it does.
You have to go down to the river to find out.
"Master, the Yinghe River has a strange ghost. It would be inappropriate to lure it up from the bank before making a decision and hastily crossing the river."
If Mu Nan had not taken out the jade pendant, Sun Qian would never have said such words.
He even had to say a few words of provocation to force him to cross the river.
If Mu Nan was killed by Yinghe Yaoxie, he would have avenged Sun Wuji's revenge invisibly.
If Mu Nan kills Yaoxie, his reputation will rise.
No matter what the outcome, he will not lose.
But at this moment, he tried to dissuade her.
Just out of sheer concern.
"It doesn't matter!" Mu Nan didn't take it seriously and said, "I can handle it myself."
There are thousands of techniques, and there are many who come up with new tricks.
But he doesn't know how to open the forum.
Naturally, there is no way to build a Laoshizi Taoist platform on the shore to attract monsters.
Is it possible that we need to talk to Yinghe River to make the monster angry?
"Master."
Xu Kuang heard clearly from behind and rode forward a step:
"If we don't fly across the Ying River at low altitude, let the monster appear on its own, and cross the river by boat, I'm afraid it will be dangerous."
Mu Nan also thought about the method Xu Kuang said, but he was not sure about the monster's cultivation.
If it is an ordinary monster or a group of several monsters, and his cultivation in the foundation building stage or even the pill forming stage is causing trouble, his Yuanying realm cultivation will make the monsters timid and dare not take action.
Once the monster is alerted, the Yinghe River is so big that instead of launching a guerrilla attack, it will make itself passive.
"Just prepare a boat. The Taoist will cross the river alone." Mu Nan seemed stubborn:
"When we cross the river, the prince can take the people to evacuate."
The group of people brought by Sun Qian seemed to be powerful and might be good players on the battlefield.
I'm afraid it's too weak to deal with monsters.
Mu Nan had to ask the samurai to evacuate.
Don't let the monster have an opportunity to take advantage of it, causing it to throw a rat weapon into a trap and be unable to use any means.
"The Master insists on this... Come and prepare the ship!"
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Mu Nan declined the desperate helmsman arrangement arranged by Sun Qian and stood alone on the bow of the ship.
Use your spiritual power a little.
Wind blows.
As if the ship was being pushed, it swung its oars and pushed away the waves.
Floating slowly towards the center of Yinghe River.
Looking at the Yinghe River from the shore, the wind is strong and the waves are strong, as if it is destroying the ancients.
But the boat sailed for a while, but it was calm and calm.
Like a lake.
The waves are rugged, but the wind is biting.
After walking for an hour, heavy fog appeared on the water, and nothing could be seen from a distance of about ten feet.
There is also the sound of suona that flickers in and out.
"Ghost marriage?"
Mu Nan stopped the boat in place and concentrated on listening.
Sounds familiar.
I seem to have heard it somewhere...
Yijianfeng!
"It's not like those two resentful souls whose wedding was ruined came to Yinghe to make up for the wedding, right?"
Mu Nan thought of Fourth Master Huang and Yang Yao with some malicious intent.
If this is the case, we will definitely fight to the death today.
No one can bear the anger if a good thing is ruined over and over again.
As the sound of the suona became louder and louder, the mist was dispersed vibratingly.
At the end of the fog, two huge red lanterns appeared first, followed by eight big-headed dolls made of paper boys on a large sedan chair, who were vigorously playing the suona in their hands.
In the sedan chair, Yang Yao's face was pale, and his cheeks were as red as if he had applied red powder.
Beneath Yang Yao, Huang Shiqiang still looks like a ghost-infant overhaul.
His face was sallow, his muscles were thin, he was foaming at the mouth, and his ghostly aura was even weaker than that of a newly deceased wandering soul.
It seemed that he had been hunting eagles all his life, but in the end he was pecked out by an eagle.
He thought about using Yang Yao, who was born with a yin body, as a cauldron, but in the end he became a cauldron.
With his cultivation, he is completely inferior to Yang Yao.
Not only that, Mu Nan seriously suspected that Yang Yao had also practiced the art of absorbing stars!
The moment Yang Yao saw him, he even deliberately sank his body, causing Huang Shiqiang to moan and scream.
"Monster, how dare you do something wrong when you see the Taoist Master!"
Mu Nan was the first to attack, holding out a measuring ruler and pointing it directly at Yang Yao.
Before Yang Yao could reply, Huang Shiqiang seemed to have grasped the life-saving straw: "Master Dao, help! Master Dao, kill the ghost!"
"beep!"
Yang Yao picked up the boy's suona and hit Huang Shiqiang on the head, saying sternly:
"Damn it, if you keep talking, I'll suck you dry all at once!"
Then he looked up at Mu Nan:
"You, a little Taoist priest who doesn't know life or death, what's your name? How dare you step into the Yinghe River?"
"snort!"
The corners of Mu Nan's lips curled up slightly: "If you don't live a good life after getting married and come to Yinghe to make trouble, do you think there is no one in the world?"
Hearing the word "marriage", the sheep demon suddenly burst into rage.
"Getting married, this Huang Shiqiang, in the name of secret marriage, colluded with the Taoist priests of the Blood Demon Sect to murder my life..."
The sheep screamed loudly, weeping and complaining.
How Huang Shiqiang colluded with the evil ways to harm her, how he tortured her body and soul, and then turned it into a cauldron, pouring it all out.
Finally, looking at Mu Nan's calm expression, he even started crying: "Are you really listening to the story?"
Mu Nan: "I have crossed mountains and seas, and also passed through mountains and seas of people..."
Yang Yao: "Everything I once owned was gone in the blink of an eye?"
Mu Nan's head was full of black lines, and he drove away Pu Shu who was playing the guitar in his mind, and continued:
"Although my life experience is pitiful, there is a certain amount of righteousness in the world. How can I harm others in Yinghe?"
"Easier said than done!"
Yang Yao's figure dimmed, turning into a ball of ghostly energy that rose to the top of the sedan chair and condensed into shape again: "Don't persuade others to be good without suffering from others! You little Taoist priest talks so much about benevolence, justice and morality, why don't you suffer for me in the coffin? My soul has been tortured for seven weeks Seventy-nine days, where are you?"
"Strong words!"
Mu Nan spoke righteously: "Huang Shiqiang's evil deeds are caused by ghosts from the underworld, evil ways harm people, and are dealt with by heaven's rules. How can it be confused with you killing innocent people's lives?"
"The thief said, Huang Shiqiang is here, where is the ghost?"
