(We can never make up for the mistakes we have made. Never)
During these days of fighting, the situation in Huaguo Mountain was determined, and why didn't the demon kings come when they called for help?
The difficulties in Luzhou in Beiju are understandable. At that time, twelve of the thirty-sixth hall of Tiangang were trapped in Huaguo Mountain, and the remaining twenty-four were fighting against Luo Mu and others.
But at this time, the other two groups of the demon clan, Qitian Yang Jian and Hun Tian Lanfeng, also encountered the siege of their clones. It is no less dangerous than Huaguo Mountain!
In this game, let’s first talk about Qitian Yang Jian’s experience.
Since leaving the Luzhou territory, Yang Jian, bearing the name of Qitian Demon King, flew to China with the three monsters Centilong, Chang Hao, and Yang Xian, and went to Baihu Ridge, the place where the monkey killed the Bone Lady on the way west.
Before reaching the mountains, Yang Jian and others also noticed a trace of human activities. Then he pressed the cloud head and landed in front of a human level.
Although the three centipede dragon monsters are the souls of the Meishan brothers, their memories have been lost due to the resurrection of corpses. Fortunately, Yang Jian has used the power of the demon flag to bring them under his command. Otherwise, it is unknown whether these three people obeyed the order or not.
Seeing that these three monsters were half-demon, Yang Jian said, "There are signs of human beings here. It will be inconvenient for us to act in half-demon bodies, so just follow me and move forward in human form."
The three monsters responded, and Yang Jian transformed into several traveling merchants and slowly approached the checkpoint.
Strange to say, the sky here is clear between yin and yang, and with the pass as the boundary, the pass is clear and peaceful, with green loess, clear water and green mountains.
But the land outside the pass was covered with thick clouds and black tops, and there was no vegetation around. Only cliffs, rocks and dead branches remain.
Furthermore, this checkpoint is not blocked by a high wall like an ordinary city gate, but a mud wall and two wattle gates, no more than two feet high. Although the checkpoint gate is high, the bricks and tiles have been damaged over time, exposing it to the light of the sky.
There are countless houses around, but there is no gatekeeper. Instead, there are majestic red-combed roosters walking between the houses.
I saw black talismans hanging on the Jing gate of the mud wall, with the words "zhen" written in red blood. There is also a wonderful painting. The stone tablet outside the door depicts the evil face of Zhong Kui, and the three characters "Chicken Crow Pass" are written on the side!
The cliff outside the door is bottomless, and a suspension bridge connects the dangerous peak at the other end.
"Demon King, this is..." Centipede asked.
Yang Jian said: "There are people in the world who have mastered the magic of heaven, and they are good at making talismans to ward off evil spirits and eliminate disasters. It is said that the yellow talisman drives away evil spirits, the purple talisman suppresses ghosts, and this black talisman is used to ward off evil spirits..."
At this moment, the door of the shabby house nearby suddenly opened, and an old man walked out of it.
The old man seemed to be over 10 years old. He had a bald spot on top of his head and his lower eyelids made it difficult to see what was in his eyes.
He was hunched over in a broken bell and was spreading some brown rice out with a dustpan.
Yang Jian and others looked at each other, and he stepped forward and said, "Old sir, we are just businessmen from the city. May I ask where this place is?"
The old man didn't seem to hear, and moved forward little by little, scattering his brown rice. The red-crowned roosters on the side gradually gathered around him and started clucking.
"Old sir..." Yang Jian stepped forward to ask again.
The old man finished scattering the brown rice in the dustpan and threw it on the ground. He turned around and glanced up at Yang Jian and the others, and said slowly: "I don't know about the things in the city... I only know that I can get these chickens." Feed me, if those bones enter this door, then the whole world will suffer..."
Bones? Yang Jian's heart trembled: "Old sir, please tell us in detail, what happened to the white bones in your mouth, and why are you and these red crowns the only ones left in such a big Cockcrow Pass? Cock?"
"When soldiers fight, they turn into bones. The king of Tang actually thought of letting flesh and blood fight against bones... Haha, wonderful..." The old man held the door and sat on the threshold.
Yang Jian looked at the old man, his eyes buried under his eyelids seemed to have a glimmer of light, which was intriguing.
Yang Jian stretched out his hand, grabbed it out of thin air from behind, and pulled out a four-foot sack. He placed the sack in front of the old man and opened it, only to see that it was full of refined rice.
"Old sir, we people from the city like to hear about these weird things in the mountains. This bag of polished rice is a meeting gift from me. Please tell us about these bones..." Yang Jian said.
When the old man saw the bag of polished rice, his eyes were slightly moved. He reached into his bag, grabbed a handful of polished rice and rubbed it in his hands...
"This place is called Jiming Pass, but there was no such name five hundred years ago. But ever since Emperor Tang's imperial disciple came with his three apprentices, everything has changed..." The old man raised his head and looked at Looking at the gloomy sky beyond the door.
Yang Jian was puzzled: "Are you talking about Mrs. Bones?
I have also heard of such weird things, but didn’t the Monkey King beat the Bone Lady to death with three sticks? "
"Haha..." The old man laughed and said: "Those three sticks probably just took away the shackles on the bones of Mrs. Bones..."
"How do you say this?" Yang Jian asked.
The old man said: "You know, Mrs. White Bones was a miserable woman during her lifetime. The bitterness lies in the fact that she has an extremely yin body. There is not a single yang in the horoscope of her body and bones.
In her sixteenth year, famines continued in the villages and towns where she lived, and this extremely yin body was regarded as a disaster.
A group of people from the village pushed her onto the cliff, and even her parents regarded her as unknown.
This jump cost her life and condensed the resentment in her heart. Just when she was still alive for the first seven days, she took advantage of the evil wind to massacre the entire village, including her parents.
At this point, the ghost soul has become a evil spirit, and a single thought will cause all evil deeds.
In just a few days, the evil spirit of the White Bone Lady absorbed the souls of a whole village, and the dead bones became slaves for her to control. "
"Didn't the ghost messenger come to collect her?" Yang Jian asked.
"Collect it? Humph..." The old man smiled, "It's extremely evil. Even if the four ghosts come, there's nothing you can do. This kind of evil thing can only be collected by God!"
Yang Jian probably understood a little bit when he heard this, as the saying goes, it is not allowed by heaven. Throughout the ages, there have been several Yin evil spirits born, but they are all condensed with resentment, and the upper limit of how long they can last is three thousand years.
Therefore, as long as it does not cholera others, the gods will not care.
Yang Jian said: "I am clear about the things that cannot be tolerated by the laws of heaven, but why does the Great Sage Qitian break the bone collar?"
The old man said: "The world doesn't know that Madam White Bones and the Monkey King have known each other for a long time. They were on a journey to learn scriptures, and Madam White Bones has no intention of disturbing them.
At that time, Mrs. Bones transformed into a village woman and went to meet the five Buddhist monks. She was not looking for Sanzang, but for Qitian. To save a girl..."
"Oh? This Mrs. Bones is filled with resentment. Why does she need to help others? I dare to ask this girl..." Yang Jian said.
"A person with the same fate as her..." the old man said.
The sky was gradually slanting, and Yang Jian looked at the old man in front of him. In this barren mountain, there was this man leading a group of red-combed roosters to guard the place.
And the things he talked about are probably unknown to few people in this world.
"Old sir, let's not talk about the past. You haven't told us in detail about the Cockcrow Pass yet," Yang Jian said.
The old man looked at the other side of the pass and said: "After the pilgrims left, the white tiger gathered a group of dark clouds. I don't know when it started, but white bones often attacked the village.
The garrisoned officers were ordered to protect the people, but... how can a body of flesh and blood be defeated by a dead body? Every time those bones kill someone, they will become one of them.
In ten years and a hundred years, the army of bones has exceeded hundreds of thousands, but they only travel at night, and retreat in bustle when the rooster crows at the fifth watch.
They marched skillfully and advanced and retreated in an orderly manner. They did not look like people without a master. If anyone else can lead these tens of thousands of bones and soldiers, the only one I can think of is the Bone Lady..."
"Old sir, who are you?" Yang Jian asked.
The old man said: "I am just a fortune teller. I did some evil things in my early years, so I came here to protect the people of the world from these bones..."
Yang Jian said: "To be honest, Mr. Lao, we are going to Baihu Ridge. Since you said you are a fortune teller, you might as well do the fortune telling for us. What is the luck of our trip?"
After hearing this, the old man waved his hands and smiled bitterly: "Forget it, forget it, how can you live in peace if you miss the secret? Everyone in the world thinks that knowing their destiny can avoid disasters and reduce goods. But no matter what you choose, in the end, , will all lead to the destined result.
They come, the security..."
Yang Jian saw that he didn't want to say anything, so he didn't force it. He stood up and said, "In that case, old gentleman, let's just say goodbye. Thank you for your story."
The old man said: "Wait a minute, let's get rid of the danger and come to fight for rice. In fact, a story can repay you. Come, come, come..."
As he said that, the old man reached into his arms and took out a piece of white paper and handed it to Yang Jian. He said: "You and I are not mediocre people. Please accept this peace and blessing. Maybe I can save your life." ..."
Yang Jian held this piece of white paper, both positive and negative, and said with a smile: "Mr. maybe he took it by mistake. This is just a piece of white paper."
The old man smiled and said: "Black is the father of white, and space is the father of existence. Only when you go into the depths of darkness will you know how valuable light is."
Yang Jian thought thoughtfully, this sentence was just the old man's explanation of this talisman, but in Yang Jian's view, this sentence was not only that, but also implied the path he was taking now.
The sky is the god, the earth is the demon, and the middle is the human being. Good and evil are determined by humans.
However, people regard good things as white and evil things as black. But in fact? When the light covers the eyes, it is darkness. Those who live in darkness long for the light.
There is no such thing as good or evil, it is just one-sided words.
"As long as a saint dies, thieves will never stop. Thank you, old gentleman, for your guidance..." Yang Jian said, "Dare you ask the old gentleman for his honorable name?"
The old man stood up and murmured while dragging the rice bag into the house: "During the Zhenguan period, in order to help the fishermen to eat, he taught him how to fish for golden carp...
The Dragon King was so angry that he changed Yun Yu and lost his life. My original intention was to save people, but I ended up hurting the dragon. One life was exchanged for another.
But what right do I have to decide the life and death of others... Haha..."
After saying that, the old man turned around and closed the door.
Yang Jian was stunned on the spot. The precise words in the old man's mouth had already revealed his identity.
He is the sorcerer who killed the Dragon King of Jinghe with a divine hexagram five hundred years ago. Yuan Shoucheng...
