The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Abandoning the horse and entering the mountain, the first day was safe and sound, but on the second night, when everyone was meditating and resting on the spot, an accident happened.

A monk went to take a urinate in the dense forest in the middle of the night, and felt his legs itch after draining the water. He looked down and saw a huge poisonous mosquito sitting between his legs, drinking blood happily.The monk killed the bug with a slap, and at the end he habitually muttered: "Damn it, you dare to bite your grandfather and me."

As a result, just as he finished speaking, he heard strange noises from the surrounding trees.The monk was startled, and suddenly remembered what Nan Gongsi reminded him before the mountain. He was so scared that he didn't even have time to pull up his trousers, so he ran wildly and shouted: "Help, Master! Help!"

It turned out that this person was a disciple of Jiang Dongtang who was accompanying Huang Xiaoyue. The loud voice of crying for father and mother was like a boulder falling into a deep pool, stirring up a thousand waves. Everyone who had been meditating quietly got up one after another. I saw a monk from Jiangdong Hall running wildly from a distance.

The man was naked, shaking his dick, and ran while crying.There were at least a hundred black-skinned snakes following behind him, and several of them had wrapped around his legs.

Huang Xiaoyue said in shock: "Disciple?"

Nangong Si said: "Don't go there!"

The disciple ran over crying and howling, but more and more snakes climbed up, he finally staggered and fell to the ground, wailing: "Master! Master save me!"

Huang Xiaoyue originally wanted to help, but Nangong said: "This snake is transformed from the dragon's whiskers. If you kill one, it will turn into two. The more you kill, the more you will kill. He has a strong desire for revenge. If the chief zodiac is not afraid, Go up and fight."

As soon as Huang Xiaoyue heard it, she immediately faltered, but said: "The overall situation is the most important thing." Watching her disciple being swallowed by the tide of black snakes, the man writhed and writhed in pain. Back and forth, the tide of snakes had completely covered him, forming a mass of black low hills. The mass of low hills collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye. nothing left...

As soon as this incident happened, no one said a word of nonsense on the last day of the journey.

Too much talk is bound to fail, this is the truth that everyone knows.

Xue Zhengyi even put a silence curse on himself, and by the way, on Xue Meng, not for anything else, but because the father and son are usually too open-mouthed, if they muttered "dog thing" in the blink of an eye, they might be killed. Become the lunch of snakes.

Everyone was cautious in their words and deeds, and finally in the middle of the night on the third day, they passed through the Panlong Mountains and came to the hero's tomb of the Confucianism School——under Jiaoshan Mountain.

Jiaoshan's enchantment is different from Huangshan's. Jiaolong hates deceit, so the enchantment is transparent, without any tricks, and you can see the scene of the foot of the mountain clearly from the outside.

Looking at the situation in front of him, Jiang Xi asked, "Is this the burial place for generations of Confucian heroes?"

The moonlight shone on Nangong Si's face, he was silent for a while, and said, "Not bad."

Mount Jiao was transformed by a demonic dragon. After the first head of the Confucian School subdued the dragon, he made a blood contract with him to turn it into a mountain to protect the souls and treasures, ancestral temples and ancestral halls of the Confucian School for generations.

This mountain, since Nan Gongsi can remember, has followed his father to visit the grave every winter solstice.When he came here in the past, he could see the endless and magnificent white marble steps, and the dark city guards who had already stood guard on both sides of the mountain road, wearing blue clothes and fluttering skirts.

"Congratulations young master."

He could vaguely hear shouts and shouts, and everyone knelt down. He walked up the mountain path, and at the topmost ancestral temple, Tiangong, he could see his father who was preparing for the sacrifice.

"Mr. Nangong, let's avoid hurting the spring and autumn. Don't delay the big battle. You should open the barrier as soon as possible so that we can go in and kill the demons to defend the way."

Nangong Si turned his head, the person who spoke was Huang Xiaoyue.

In the heyday of the Confucian School, even if Nan Gongsi gave him a dozen slaps on a whim without any reason, he would not dare to retaliate.

Today, in front of his ancestral grave, you can brag and stare at him, showing off your might.

Nangong Siyin endured it, he had to endure it.

The biting of the molars was painful, and I had to try my best to endure it.

"Stand back a little." He said, and he came to the mountain gate by himself.

There stood two tomb gods cast from evil spirit stones on the left and one on the right. The toes alone were as big as a five or six-year-old child.These two gods have three faces, one of them is kind or angry, holding a magic weapon in each hand, and their arms are around the ring, but the strange thing is, this kind of gods usually have leopard eyes wide open, but they have their eyes closed, frowning. Frowning, it looks somewhat treacherous.

Without blinking, Nangongsi pierced his fingertips with the sleeve arrow, drew a spell on the evil spirit stone, and then said: "The seventh generation of blood relatives of the Rufengmen, Nangongsi, bow down."

Rumbling--

Earthquakes.

A rare and strange person exclaimed: "Open your eyes! That statue!"

Mo Ran stood in the crowd and looked up.

If it wasn't for the tense situation, he really wanted to tell that person: it wasn't that statue, it was those two statues.

The two tomb gods, one on the left and one on the right, opened their eyes. Their eyes were amber and their pupils were narrow, like the eyeballs of a snake.

The statue on the left spoke slowly, and the sound was like a bell, with a lingering buzzing sound: "Si Nangong, can you memorize the seven precepts of Confucianism?"

Nan Gongsi said: "Greed, resentment, cheating, killing, prostitution, robbery and plundering are the seven things that I, a Confucian gentleman, cannot do."

Huang Xiaoyue sneered at the back: "Speaking is better than singing."

Not only Huang Xiaoyue, but many people are thinking in their hearts that these seven must-dos are really the biggest irony to today's Confucianism.

The statue on the right followed suit, with a distant voice, as if it came from ancient times: "Nangongsi, with a bright mirror hanging high above, and a boundless yellow spring below, you walk in the world, can you be ashamed of your heart?"

"Without shame."

These two paragraphs are questions and answers that Nangong Si has remembered since he was a child. No matter who is in the Nangong family, as long as he steps into the Hero Tomb, he must first go through these two questions and answer these two answers.

The first ancestors of the Confucian School set these two questions, in fact, hoping that the descendants of the family can remember the teachings of their ancestors and reflect on themselves when they go up to the mountain to worship.

At this moment, Nangong Si couldn't help thinking, when my father came here every winter solstice to worship, and answered these two questions, did he ever have the slightest touch, the slightest guilt?

Or really take this question and answer as a secret key, as a body-testing amulet to open the barrier of Jiaoshan, nothing more.

The enchantment is opened.

The two standing stone statues suddenly shook slowly, changed their posture, and finally became kneeling on one knee on the left and one on the right.

"Respectfully, the master enters the mountain."

Nangong Si stood with his back to everyone for a while, but no one could see the expression on his face, even Ye Wangxi.

Only Nao Baijin whimpered in his quiver, with his snow-white claws poking out, grabbing the edge of the quiver: "Mi woo, me woo—"

"come in."

Nangong Si finally said these three concise words, and then took the lead and stepped into the Jiaoshan mountain area.

Xue Zhengyi untied his silencing spell and asked, "Do you still need to be cautious in your words and deeds here?"

"No need." Nangong Si said, "Being cautious in words and deeds is done in the area of ​​Panlong Mountains. In fact, it is also to prevent some people who have malicious intentions towards Confucianism from entering the mountains. When they got here, Jiaolong decided that the people who came here should not be enemies. , I won’t bother with words anymore.”

But even if he said that, many people still felt sorry for him and refused to say more, just followed Nangong Si up the mountain without saying a word.Every 300 meters, there are two totem stone carvings of the Chinese zodiac standing on the left and right. First, there are two male and female rats, and then there are two male and female cows, tigers and rabbits... From the halfway up the mountain, it is the burial place of the heroes of Confucianism.

According to their life contributions, these heroes are ranked from low to high, and then go up in turn, and they will sleep forever in Jiaoshan.

The first thing they came to was the burial ground at the lowest level.

Standing here is an eight-foot-high piece of white jade, which is full of brilliance, engraved with a personal name, and on the top are four handwritings of "Loyalty Soul".

"I heard that the loyal servants of the Nangong family who died in the past are buried here." Xue Meng whispered to Mo Ran, "There is always a thousand-year number."

He was right, this mountain area is densely packed with tombs, and there is no end in sight.

The teacher said worriedly: "If these thousands of servants are all up, what should I do? The servants of the Nangong family are not bad, and I am afraid they can be entangled for a while."

Xue Meng hurriedly covered his mouth: "Shh, you are crazy, hurry up, don't crow—"

The ink burned beside him and said gloomyly: "I'm afraid it's really not the crow's mouth."

"Hey, dog, where are you going?"

Mo Ran didn't care about Xue Meng, he left directly from the large army, walked to a loyal soul tomb, half knelt down, and looked carefully.

The Confucian tomb for heroes is different from ordinary funerals. There is no tomb seal, and a translucent jade coffin is used, which is like a thick ice surface. Half of the coffin is sunk in the ground, while the coffin is directly exposed outside. Therefore, the mass burials look like continuous jade belts, exuding crystal brilliance under the moonlight.

This kind of cold jade is similar to the mortuary coffin in the Frost Heaven Palace, the peak of death and life. It can preserve the corpse from decay and immortality, just like in life.Mo Ran looked down at the coffin in front of him. Group burials would not be taken care of too carefully, so there was a thick layer of ash on the surface of the jade coffin, and Mo Ran could only vaguely see the coffin below. The outline of the deceased, the facial features could not be seen clearly, but the figure seemed to be that of a woman.

He stared at the woman for a while, then looked around the coffin again——

He felt something was wrong with the coffin.

But what exactly is wrong, he can't quite tell.

He looked around, and while no one was paying attention to him, he put his hand on the coffin, closed his eyes, and carefully perceived...

Suddenly the palm trembled.

Mo Ran opened his eyes, his face was extremely ugly.

There is indeed evil in this coffin, but it is no longer strong, and the Zhenlong chess piece is not in it... Could it be that I am thinking wrong?

"Ink burning!" Xue Meng and the others were already walking away, shouting at him from a distance.

Mo Ran whispered to himself: "Immediately."

His slender hands rubbed the face of the coffin inch by inch, to wipe off the thick dust on it, trying to see the face of the woman below more clearly without opening the coffin.

He wiped it, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a detail out of the corner of his eye, and stopped abruptly.

He knew what was wrong.

Dust.

The dust in this coffin is wrong!

In addition to the place he just wiped, Mo Ran suddenly found that there was no dust in another place - on the side of the coffin, there were four marks of different lengths. He hesitated for a moment, stretched out his hand to compare, and found that it happened to be A person crawls out of it, except for the thumb, where the other four fingers will touch!

Mo Ran's expression changed, and just as he wanted everyone to stop going up the mountain, he suddenly felt a burst of damp and cold air in front of him.

He raised his head abruptly, and unexpectedly met a corpse-white face.

A woman in a shroud squatted behind the tombstone, staring at him faintly.