The surrounding fields are silent and the yellow sand is long.
This generation has lush vegetation, but in this small piece of flat land, the vegetation has died and the land has dried up and turned into sand.
And in the middle of this dry land...
Male, female, old, young... Hundreds of heads were piled up layer by layer to form a small "Beijing Temple".
Li Changan knew about Jingguan. It is a way for soldiers to show off their martial arts and intimidate the enemy.
But what can this "Beijing Temple" packed with unarmed innocents do in a land so desolate as to intimidate people?
Ghost or hare?
Li Changan's hand on the hilt of the sword was tightly clenched. At this moment, the urge to draw the sword surged in my chest, but the opponent was not here.
He finally loosened his grip on the sword hilt, but his chest became more and more depressed. He looked at the heads and found that their left ears had been cut off.
Li Changan turned around and asked the old man who brought him here.
"Did the rebels do it?"
The center of this world is weak and unable to suppress the four sides. The vassal towns are separatist, rebellions are everywhere, and there are countless people who are plundering the people. Li Changan was a traveling Taoist priest and considered himself a passer-by, so he paid little attention to the chaotic situation. However, he also heard that the imperial court was sending troops to attack the rebels in this area. With the momentum of this battle, the rebels, who usually have lax military discipline, naturally become more unscrupulous, as can be seen from the cannibal Sun Zhong.
"No." The old man shook his head and told a somewhat unexpected result, "They are the officers and soldiers of the imperial court."
"Officers and soldiers?"
Li Changan was a little shocked at first. He subconsciously thought that the government was to protect the people. How could the government and the army, which represented the government, massacre his own people? But then he realized that this was a battlefield in the troubled times of feudal society, where banditry was like a comb and soldiers were like a grate.
Over there, the old man continued.
"Before the officers and soldiers arrived, the thieves in the city forcibly confiscated the village's food. We still thought that when the officers and soldiers defeated these thieves, the lives of us ordinary people would be much easier. This is just a matter of patience. It passed. Who knew that when the officers and soldiers came, they would also have to requisition food. Unfortunately, the food we were waiting for had already been confiscated by thieves. Where did the food come from? That’s rebellion! I had no choice but to beg him for three days of grace so that we could try our best to raise funds..."
At this point, the old man burst into tears, and the surrounding villagers also began to cry. However, when the clouds passed and the moon appeared, there were only headless rotting corpses standing by the roadside, trembling slightly, and the night wind carried the chirping ghost cries wandering around.
"...Unexpectedly, not even three days later, another group of soldiers came. Without saying a word, they killed everyone on sight! My poor three-year-old grandson was also beheaded and executed together. this!"
The moon disappeared again, and the corpse transformed back into a human being.
The old man pointed his halberd at the Jingguan, his eyes filled with tears and blood. He angrily walked towards the Jingguan. The villagers who were still crying all changed their colors and called out.
"Master Li Zheng!"
As soon as the old man approached the Jingguan, a hundred heads suddenly opened their mouths and stared, a strong wind suddenly rose with screams, and the old man seemed to have been hit hard head-on and flew back.
The old man fell to the ground, but this time, he couldn't even maintain the transformation of a stranger, and turned back into a headless corpse. The villagers gathered quickly, opened their mouths and spit out a trace of green energy. The green energy gathered on the old man, and the old man returned to his human appearance, but he was much tired.
He pushed away the hand supporting him, stood up shakily, and bowed his hands to Li Changan.
"In this troubled world, human lives are like nothing. Although we have suffered this misfortune, we have no thoughts of revenge. We just want to leave this miserable world as soon as possible."
His tone was sad and angry.
"But the Taoist Master also saw it. Our heads are imprisoned here. We can't bury them, so we have to wander around in this sad place... Do we, the common people, have to be oppressed even if we are ghosts?"
"Don't worry, old man."
After hearing what he said, Li Changan felt extremely angry, and he responded with emotion.
"Li Changan will do his best!"
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The Taoist priest stepped on the sand, holding a long sword, and slowly approached the "Beijing Temple".
Ten steps.
Nine steps.
…
Three steps.
Two steps.
step!
He slowly and carefully approached, but nothing happened when the old man approached.
"Is it possible that it's only for ghosts?"
Li Changan looked at the head that was close in front of him, stretched out his hand and tried to take one off.
Suddenly.
"Watch out!"
There was a cry of surprise behind the ears, followed by a strong wind.
Although the attack was sudden, Li Changan's nerves never relaxed.
He immediately turned around and used the "Su Qin Back Sword" move at the same time.
"Qiang!"
A ghost-headed sword appeared out of thin air and slashed hard on the sword, but the force was released by twisting around. Finally, Li Changan seized the opportunity and stabbed out with the sword.
Between the electric light and flint.
Li Changan saw the sword stabbing the attacker out of the corner of his eye. However, the feeling of the sword stabbing back seemed to hit nothing.
The Taoist priest quickly took two steps back, distanced himself, and looked up.
The intruder was holding a ghost-headed sword and wearing chainmail, but there were some arrow clusters stuck around his body, and his body was filled with black energy. He turned out to be a ghost soldier.
"This is a bit tricky."
While Li Changan was looking at it, the ghost soldier yelled, and with a surge of black energy, he rushed towards him with a sword.
Anyone who can turn into a ghost soldier after dying in battle is a veteran of battlefield fighting.
Li Changan did not dare to be careless and faced him with his sword.
One person and one ghost took over, and the ghost soldiers slashed at them with their swords. Li Changan stuck them, led them, and twisted them. The swords in the hands of the ghost soldiers were easily knocked away?
this? Are they fake ghost soldiers?
Li Changan was surprised.
The ghost soldier had already stepped forward, clamped the blade of the sword, and grabbed Li Changan's wrist with his hand.
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The talisman on the sword burned rapidly, and the part where the ghost soldier's body was in contact with the sword was violently churning with black energy, making a "sizzling" sound like cold water pouring into hot oil.
The ghost soldier didn't even frown, but held Li Changan's hand tighter and tighter.
"What is he going to do?"
Li Changan looked up.
The ghost soldier laughed strangely and opened his mouth, only to see a cloud of nebula-like white gas gathering in it. These white qi were in the shape of threads, giving people a strong sharp feeling. Even though the ghost soldier himself was the controller, when the white qi gathered, it still cut countless wounds with black gas rolling around in his mouth and face.
"The evil spirit of the white tiger!"
Li Changan's head trembled. This is why this ghost soldier is so difficult to deal with. All ghosts who died in battle are not as brave and vicious as they are, but they are white tigers, extremely sharp, and can easily sell gold and jade.
This ghost soldier was so powerful that even Li Changan couldn't break free for a while, and he would inevitably take a bite of the white tiger's evil energy. It's a pity that the ghost soldier never expected that the Taoist priest in his hand had a transformation technique called "Tongyou".
Li Changan suddenly shrank, and then suddenly unfolded like a spring.
"Boom."
The Taoist priest's head collided with the ghost soldier's chin.
Immediately, Li Changan cried out in pain, and the ghost soldier also groaned, and let go of the Taoist priest because of the overwhelming pain.
Li Changan didn't dare to stay for a long time, so he kicked his feet hard and quickly retreated.
As soon as he raised his head, he saw the evil spirit exploding in the ghost soldier's mouth, and the evil energy like arrows and halberds penetrated from all sides of his head. In the blink of an eye, the ghost soldier's head was like a pig's bladder full of holes, with black air leaking out everywhere.
Suffering this severe injury, the ghost soldier still struggled to gather the dissipated black energy and refused to dissipate.
Li Changan had no choice but to give him a ride.
"Slay the demon."
The sword was covered with green light and it was cut in half!
The ghost soldiers suddenly exploded into black smoke that filled the sky. In this thick black smoke, a ray of green light quietly flew away.
Li Changan wiped and threw it on his waist.
A small sword had already flown out, cutting the blue light in half. Half of it still shot through the air, while the other half floated down.
Li Changan walked over and took it in his hand. The green light dissipated, but it was half a piece of yellow paper.
This paper is made of delicate paper. Although the Heavenly Book runes are painted with cinnabar, the edges are outlined with complex patterns in indigo. It looks like a gorgeous rune paper, but at the bottom it says "Ailao Mountain Feng Renqing" "Jingyi" does not look like the name of any god, but rather looks like the Taoist priest's own name and Taoist name. But who can write a spell and get their own money? Isn't it a spell, but...
"Edict?"
Li Changan was a little unsure, he had heard the old Tao say it before. "Edict" refers to a Taoist disciple who has the right to rely on the name of the ancestor or the Taoist sect to summon gods and spirits to help cast spells. The Shangjing Sect is a small Taoist sect that has not been rich in ancestors and has not yet fallen into decline recently. Definitely not.
Since the ghost soldier carries this thing, the reason for building the Jingguan is probably not simple!
"Taoist priest?"
Li Changan was thinking about it when a cautious voice came from next to him. He turned his head, and all the village ghosts looked at him eagerly.
His mind moved. No matter what his reasons were, killing innocent people was no different from evil spirits. If the Taoist priest who cast the spell dared to come looking for him, he would just kill him with one sword!
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No longer entangled in it, Li Changan felt much more relaxed at the moment. He laughed and smiled at the headless ghosts.
"solved."
The group of ghosts suddenly fell silent, as if no one in this group of ghosts was prepared for this. Suddenly, his head was able to be retrieved, but there was no reaction for a moment.
Suddenly.
"Hahaha! My head!"
A cheer seemed to have opened the floodgates, and the entire ghost crowd was excited and swarmed towards the "Jingguan".
"My head's back!"
"This head is mine...this head is yours..."
"Hey, this one looks a bit like me."
"Bah! Blind thief, this belongs to me!"
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The group of ghosts made a noise and pushed Li Changan aside.
He looked funny and was about to find a place to sit down. When he turned around, he saw the old man still standing there reservedly.
"The junior made the Taoist priest laugh."
Li Changan pointed at the surging ghost crowd and asked:
"Why don't you go look for your own head?"
The old man smiled and stroked his long beard, and was about to answer when a voice suddenly interrupted from beside him.
"Master Li Zheng, I'm looking for your head!"
But I saw a young man, holding a mess of white hair in his hand, pulling out a human head from the Jingguan like a carrot.
The old man's eyes widened, he jumped up and cursed:
"No! You brat, be gentle! Don't break my beard!"
