Strange Records of Mountain Ghosts

Kongwen Mountain has steep and steep peaks and vertical pine trees.The towering rock, the clouds cover the head.From time to time, there are glimpses of flying birds, leaving a lingering sound of birdsong between the canyons.

As usual, Long Gouyuan was sitting on the edge of the cliff, holding the pot in his left hand, looking at the empty forest below, listening to the white birds contending, with a relaxed mind, he raised his head and entered the pot, the intoxicating aroma of the wine was strong and intoxicating. Is full of pride.

Another bird looms in the distance, a snow-white shadow, rushing straight at him.Long Gouyuan remained motionless, stretched out his right hand, grasped it with five fingers, and gently squeezed it together, the white bird was restrained.

"Whose Thousand Soul Bird doesn't have the power of a Gu bird, it's a waste, a waste." Long Gouyuan recognized it with a glance, and sighed for the useless Gu bird.

Baixue was irritable, with fluttering wings, and the blood dragon lying on its back lifted up and spit at Long Gouyuan.

Long Gouyuan stared at the blood dragon and smiled: "It's still a good one."

The blood dragon followed Long Gouyuan's hand, climbed onto his shoulder, and rubbed against him.

Bai Xue was even angrier when she saw the blood dragon acting like this.However, he was grabbed by someone and pecked vigorously, but there was no response.

Long Gouyuan put down the jug, put Baixue on the ground, and greeted the blood dragon: "Although this thousand-soul bird is not very useful, it is also good for feeding other voodoo. Blood dragon, come and swallow it."

Baixue roared angrily, but the blood dragon really slowed down and climbed down, making itself bigger, and the whole giant snake enveloped Baixue under it.It opened its huge mouth and held Baixue in its mouth without swallowing it, but just shook its head at Long Gouyuan.

"Master, Bai Xue is a friend of the blood dragon, so it cannot be used to raise Gu."

Mu Shaohe carried Mei Jin on his back, traveling all the way, his face was full of exhaustion, but the energy in his eyes remained undiminished.

As soon as Long Gouyuan saw the blood dragon, he knew that this apprentice whom he hadn't seen for many years was coming.

Long Gouyuan came from a family of sorcerers, dissatisfied with the hereditary system of sorcerers, and believed that talent should be used to select descendants, so he stayed away from Jingnan Changle and set up a formation in the empty forest to prevent outsiders from entering. They live a leisurely life of watching birds and drinking wine, farming and picking fruits, and catching fish by the stream.

Ten years ago, Long Gouyuan felt that his skills should not be buried, so he went down the mountain to look for apprentices. Unfortunately, talent is not easy to find. Gou Yuan put aside the matter of looking for apprentices and devoted himself to teaching him.

One day, Long Gouyuan went down the mountain to buy wine, and happened to meet Mu Shaohe, a young man who was away from home.Long Gouyuan saw that he already had the foundation of art skills, plus he was indeed talented, so he was deceived and accepted a second apprentice.

Six years passed by in a hurry, and the two and a half-year-old teenagers had grown into youths. Naturally, they didn't want to stay in this no-man's land anymore, and bid farewell to their masters and left one after another.

Long Gouyuan didn't stop them, but told them to be careful outside.

Unexpectedly, after the big apprentice came out of the mountain, he didn't do anything. He ran to a bamboo forest to settle down and continued to live in seclusion.Long Gouyuan is not happy anymore. If so, why did he leave Kongwen Mountain?After much deliberation, he only got one answer, that is, the big apprentice dislikes this place and himself.

Long Gouyuan stroked his beard and sadly poured himself a large pot of wine.

Three years later, news came that the young apprentice was the head of the Mu family. Long Gouyuan was satisfied, and told the Gu worms he raised that he finally taught a promising one.Unexpectedly, within a year, the young apprentice was imprisoned, and finally there was news of his death.

Long Gouyuan stroked his white beard, he couldn't believe it, he was drunk for several days, and after waking up, he went out to avenge his little apprentice. As soon as he reached the foot of Kongwen Mountain, he received a letter from a layman in Zhulin, Long Gouyuan told him After reading and rereading the two lines of small characters above, he scolded the bastard and went back home.

Long Gouyuan got up: "You must have something to do when you come back."

Mu Shaohe put Mei Jinxing, who had been in a coma for three days, on the ground, and cut straight to the center: "Master, please take a look, how to solve this kind of Gu?"

Long Gouyuan was curious: "What Gu is so powerful, you can't do anything about it?"

With that said, he leaned over to take a closer look.

"Huh? Blood-rescuer?"

Mu Shaohe nodded, and at the same time briefly relayed the situation at that time.

"This Gu entered your body, it should not be able to be taken out."

Long Gouyuan's expression was subtle, he glanced at the people on the ground, and then at Mu Shaohe: "This Gu can be successfully refined, the blood of the blood-slayer is indispensable, so it is also an excellent thing to attract Gu insects, but……"

The method to transfer Gu worms is unspeakable.

Mu Shaohe understood what Long Gouyuan meant, and said, "Yes, we have a skin-to-skin relationship. That day..."

Long Gouyuan coughed a few times, expressing that he didn't want to know the details, and waved for Mu Shaohe to take Mei Jinxing and go back to the house.

There was a loud coughing sound from inside the house.

Mu Wenjian took the medicine and hurried in.

Mrs. Mu was lying on the bed, her face was as white as paper, her chest heaved and her eyes were cloudy. Seeing Mu Wenjian's worried look, the smile that she could sustain in the past could not be shown anymore.

"Mother, come, drink the medicine."

Mu Wenjian is 15 years old, with a stature like a branch, which has grown wildly in the past few months.Between the eyes and eyebrows, there are faint traces of his father.Mrs. Mu's eyes rolled around slowly, trying to say something, her throat was blocked, and blood oozes from the corner of her mouth.

Mu Wenjian's eyes were red, and he hurriedly called for someone, but Mrs. Mu held her hand.

Mrs. Mu held on to Mu Wenjian tightly, her eyes were bulging and bloodshot, and blood and tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, she said word by word: "Mother's bewitched...for many days...I let go...I can't stop...you... …”

Mu Wenjian burst into tears: "Don't talk, you wait for me, you wait for me to call someone..."

Mrs. Mu also had blood in her gums, her eyes were fixed on the window, and Mu Wenjian looked along the line of sight, there was nothing there except a sparrow.

"mother……."

Mrs. Mu closed her eyes, calmed down, and said with difficulty: "You have to avenge... mother...."

Mrs. Mu took a few breaths, and continued: "Mu... Shao... He, he did it to you..."

Mu Wenjian was struck by lightning: "How could it be? Brother, he..."

"Ten...years ago, I didn't get along with...his mother...plus he counted his mother's...death on me, he came back...to Mu's house, never It's not love, it's revenge..."

Mu Wenjian suffered a series of accidents, and the blows he suffered had already made him grow a lot, but when he heard these words, his heart was still throbbing, and he couldn't even believe it.

Mrs. Mu could only breathe out, as if there were living creatures scratching her skin all over her body, stretching out her thin flesh, she finally died of exhaustion in unwillingness.

Mu Wenjian hugged her dead body and cried until his heart broke.

The sparrows outside the window chirped a few times, and their voices seemed to be mournful.It passed through the streets of Changle, skimmed the tall palace walls, reached the depths of the palace, and stopped on a shelf in the study room of King Jingfengyun of Jingnan Kingdom.

Jing Fengyun was reviewing the memorial, and when he saw it coming back, he gently stroked its feathers.

"Since you have done what I asked, I will naturally not harm your child's life, but..."

Jing Fengyun dipped his pen in ink.

"He has to be my pawn."

On the second day, an imperial edict arrived at Bai Ling's relative Mu Mansion.

The eunuch's sharp voice echoed in the gate of the mansion, and the content of the edict was to appoint Mu Wenjian as the chief inspector.

There was no wave or joy in Mu Wenjian's eyes. After thanking the Holy Grace, his eyes were empty and he didn't know where to look.

At the same time, the Royal Garden.

Jing Fengyun patted Liang Heng on the shoulder and said, "You have worked hard for the past three years."

Liang Heng had just heard the news, but he was not shocked.

Jing Fengyun smiled gently: "You and I have known each other for many years, thanks to you being by my side and supporting me."

Liang Heng alienated: "The king's words are serious, and this is a matter of the minister's duty."

Jing Fengyun changed the topic: "Unfortunately, you have changed recently."

Liang Heng's eyes moved slightly, and he knelt down suddenly: "Please forgive me." His tone was light, and there was not much panic.

Jing Fengyun looked at a pool of lotus leaves with his hands behind his back, and after a long time, he said: "There are people with uneasy hearts around me, so I can't keep them."

Liang Heng's forehead rested on the ground: "Chen, I understand."

One day later, in the court hall, Mu Wen, who was only 15 years old, issued the token of the commander-in-chief of the Supervision Department, and Mr. Liang Hengliang resigned.

Mu Wenjian was still young, coupled with his inexperience in the study of spells, he encountered obstacles frequently in the following work and was ridiculed by many people.

At the same time, someone wrote a letter, detailing the ten bad things about Mu Wenjian, and asked the monarch to take it down.

Jing Fengyun laughed at this, saying that young people should always practice and practice, and then sent people to inspect the cities.

"If he returns without success, let's discuss the new candidate for the commander-in-chief of the Supervision Department." Jing Fengyun needs an unintelligent thug, but he can't ask for a mud that can't support the wall.

This is his last chance for Mu Wenjian.

But Mu Wenjian began to inspect Jingnan with countless ridicules and disdain.

Everyone waited for his disappointment to return.Unexpectedly, Mu Wenjian, who was far away from Changle, actually left behind the futility of the past and kept bringing news of meritorious deeds.

In the first month, dozens of sorcerers who practiced Gu privately were arrested in Shuileng City, and a box of private books related to magic arts was seized;

In the third month, a sorcerer in Qitian City who used the sea god's sacrifice to hide his eyes and privately refined mermaid Gu was caught, and at the same time found strong evidence of his collusion with several officials of Qitian City;

In the fifth month, in Wanping in the north, in cooperation with General Li, an underground village for selling voodoo was seized on the corpse woman;

The sixth month…….

In one year, Mu Wenjian swept across Jingnan, wiped out all kinds of hidden witchcraft, spells, and black transactions, and his reputation spread far and wide.

Jing Fengyun was amazed.

When Mu Wenjian returned to Changle again, his stature was much different than before.He refused other people's visits, closed the door of the mansion, and learned spells with a man wearing a black cloak.

This person hides under a black cloth all day long, and a face scarf is also covering his face.The various successes of Mu Wenjian's one-year tour are not unrelated to him.

"Good apprentice, it's you who help me." The black cloak's voice was hoarse and unpleasant.

"Okay, what do you want me to help you with?" Mu Wenjian waited for his words for a long time.

"Find Mu Shaohe."

"He's dead." Mu Wenjian thought of his mother, and there was anger in his eyes.

The black cloak laughed like a crow weeping blood.

"No, he's not dead. I have a bill to settle with him."

Under the black cloak, a rotting hand was clutching a bamboo tube, treating it like a treasure.

Something is coming.