After being hit by a demon that fell from the sky

There was some apology in Zhang Yan's voice: "Fang Qian, there is something wrong with Yingzhou, I have to leave Chenhai for a few days."

"Why are you leaving again?" Fang Qian's voice suddenly rose by three points, which caught Zhen Wen's attention. He lowered his voice and hurriedly said, "Didn't you say that you don't care about those crap things?"

"I assure you, Fang Qian, as long as this period passes, I will definitely put aside all the things over there."

"You!" Fang Qian was angry and anxious, but the other side had already hung up the phone.He stared at the screen of the mobile phone, his angry eyes seemed to burn two holes in the metal body.

Zhen Wen on one side pushed him with his elbow: "Fang Qian, new date?"

Fang Qian didn't want to hide this matter from his agent at first, so he nodded.

Seeing his attitude, Zhen Wen had a clue in his mind: "Did you fall?"

Fang Qian frowned, pursed his lips, and nodded sullenly.

"Tell me, as long as it doesn't affect your work, I can give you advice."

The young man shook his head, with a cloud of gloom on his brows, but with a resigned expression on his face: "I can't change what he decides."

On the other side, Zhang Yan hung up the phone with a look of disappointment on his face.

Seeing his appearance, Yin An couldn't help asking, "Brother Zhang Yan, are you really going?"

"Of course I'm going." Zhang Yan grinned and said, "How can I do without me when I'm doing big things?"

"Brother Fang Qian?"

"He's fine." Zhang Yan subconsciously held Yu Jue on his chest, "We'll all be fine."

"Let's go?"

"Yeah!" Yin An nodded heavily.

The name of that Taoist traitor had long been erased from all written records, and Yin An had no choice but to search for clues. He went through all the official and unofficial histories, and he actually found the last place of that person's burial.

Once the approximate location was determined, Zhang Yan and Yin An secretly boarded the train to the northwest.

The next night, the two got off the car at a place called Qin County.

Qin County is located at the foot of the mountain. It is said to be a county, but it is actually just a small town with a population of less than [-].

This place is located in the remaining veins of the Qinling Mountains, surrounded by numerous mountains. When the railway was not connected, people here had to climb over a dozen mountains to reach the nearest town.But because of this, it has been protected from the devastation of war, and many ancient buildings have been preserved intact.

How else to put it, if you want to get rich, build roads first.Since the opening of the train, the leaders of Qin County started cultural tours, and this ancient and closed town was suddenly filled with tourists who came here admiringly.The townspeople started the hotel and restaurant business one by one.

The two of them randomly found an inn to stay.After dinner, Zhang Yan took out a nearby map and began to study it.

The surrounding mountains are undulating, one after another, where is the thing they want to find buried?

He looked at it for a long time but didn't figure out why, so he poked the young man beside him, "Yin An, do you know Feng Shui?"

Yin An scratched his head in embarrassment: "Then what, Master didn't listen carefully when he was speaking..."

Zhang Yan suddenly regretted coming out with the two of him, so he might have to bring three or four or five more people with him.

"How about I contact Wu Qin?"

Yin An quickly stopped him: "Don't, if we let the senior brother know about this, our plan will be wrong!"

"What should I do?"

Yin An chuckled: "It's impossible not to set up formations around the mausoleum of such a master. When the time comes, ask fellow villagers, which mountain is not so flat, and there are many dead people, don't you know where his tomb is?"

Zhang Yan managed to get the words out of the mouth of the fellow while chatting. The two of them were lucky, and found traces of the formation on the mountain on the third day.

Zhang Yan dug out the half-buried pottery statue and handed it to Yin An: "Look at this?"

This is a small figure made of pottery less than one foot tall. Most of the fabric on his body has been rotten, but his facial features are still very clear and he is smiling. Just looking at him makes his back feel chilly.

Yin An took it over with an affirmative look on his face: "There are traces of the spell, but luckily it has expired, otherwise we would have been two corpses."

"Really?" Zhang Yan stared at the small sculpture dumbfounded.It's so ruthless that they didn't even write a "trespasser dies" warning, and the whole massacre was indiscriminate.

"This is a pottery statue used to guard the tomb and prevent theft. If I'm not mistaken, that person's tomb should be within a radius of ten miles."

He put down the pottery statue, rummaged in the bag for a while, and took out the spell and the map.

Zhang Yan couldn't help asking: "What are you doing with these?"

Yin An handed him an amulet: "This is an amulet drawn by my master. It is very effective. You should carry one with you. It will protect you in case of a spell."

Zhang Yan quickly put it away, and watched Yin An draw a big circle on the map, and muttered to himself: "A ten-mile radius is still too big, I have to find a few more pottery figurines to guard the tomb, and use Fengshui techniques, Only then can we determine the location of the mausoleum."

"Okay." Zhang Yan patted his chest, "I'm the best at finding things."

Although Taoism and survival in the wild are not Zhang Yan's strong points, his luck was unexpectedly good this time. The two wandered around the mountain for a while, and soon found the other three pottery figurines.

Yin An connected the positions of these pottery figurines together, and finally determined their orientation.He clicked in the center of the map: "It's here."

No matter how strong formations and spells are, they will lose their effectiveness with the passage of time.Otherwise, with the strength of Zhang Yan and Yin An, they would not be able to get close to this mausoleum anyway.

Zhang Yan lifted his spirits: "Why don't you go quickly then?"

"Hey!" Yin An picked up his schoolbag and chased after him.

Perhaps because of the confidence in the formation, the entrance to the mausoleum is not difficult to find.After digging the hole, a stone tablet was exposed.

The two of them brushed away the dust on the stele, and it turned out that the tomb owner's life was engraved on it. "Shen Xuanwei, Guang Lingzi..." Yin An read out the tomb owner's name word by word, but Zhang Yan was not interested in these at all, and got up and quickly stepped into the tomb passage.

The tomb was built on the back of a natural cave, and there are no extra embossments, but there are many murals painted on both sides of the tomb passage.

Yin An took photos of the mural with a fluorescent stick: "Brother Zhang Yan, the one on this is really not you?"

Zhang Yan hit him on the head violently: "Don't talk nonsense, I'm standing right in front of you!"

Yin An covered his head: "But it really seems...Look."

Zhang Yan took a closer look, and it was true that the person in the mural looked exactly like him, except that he was wearing ancient clothes and had a beard.

"This..." Zhang Yan didn't know how to explain it.

Yin An turned his eyes like searchlights, and muttered, "No way, you are the reincarnation of Guanglingzi?"

"Hello!" Zhang Yan retorted immediately, "This is just an uncle who looks very similar to me, okay? Besides, this uncle is upright, so he is a good person no matter how you look at it, but this is it," he pointed to the black man next to him. The man in the robe said, "You have a demonic look on your face, you can tell you are a villain at first glance."

"It's possible, it's possible." Yin An nodded again and again, "Maybe the black-robed man is Shen Xuanwei. Then this uncle should be Master De Yuan, but why is he painting his opponent in the tomb..."

"Ghost knows why!" Zhang Yan was too lazy to continue talking with him, raised the flashlight, turned and walked deep into the tomb.

Yin An, who was behind him, suddenly slapped his head: "I see, Dexuan is the descendant of Lilian, and Shen Xuanwei is the disciple of Master Deyuan."

Zhang Yan turned his head impatiently: "With this spare time, why don't you use it to find books... Eh? Where are you?"

The mural disappeared, and so did Yin An.He walked alone in the dark tomb.

Not good, got it!

Zhang Yan ran towards the entrance of the cave, but the tomb passage seemed endless, with no end at all.

After running in the dark for an unknown amount of time, Zhang Yan finally gave up trying to find the exit.

This time he also recalled, from the moment he and Yin An separated to look for the pottery figurines, even earlier, when he came into contact with the pottery figurines, he had already been hit by the formation of the tomb owner.

He took out his mobile phone and saw that there was no signal at all. The omnipotent modern technology is useless here. Within the formation, not only the mobile phone has no signal, but even the communication technique has failed.

Why don't you turn on your spirit vision and have a look.Thinking of this, he immediately used his spiritual power to attack Baihui, and the scene in front of him quickly changed.The dark cave was gone, but the surrounding area was still gray, and it was impossible to judge where he was.

Blind, blind, what should I do now?Zhang Yan squatted on the ground, hugging his head and howling, he couldn't go to the village in front of him, and couldn't go to the shop behind him, even Yin An didn't know where he was, how would he get out from here?

Yu Jue on his chest suddenly emitted a faint light. Zhang Yan held Yu Jue and calmed down a little.

Yin An said that the terracotta figurine would kill everyone who broke in. Since the formation and spells did not fail, why didn't he die when he touched it without protection?

After running for such a long time, I haven't encountered any organ formations.

Zhang Yan carefully recalled the process of entering the tomb. The "Yin An" in the illusion seemed to be particularly concerned about the identity of the tomb owner, and the murals that suddenly disappeared. It seems that the person who set up this formation did not want to hurt him, but To tell him something.

What exactly did Shen Xuanwei want to tell him?

Zhang Yan turned around and looked at the darkness at the other end of the tomb passage.Everything that the formation has done is undoubtedly leading him to the tomb.

Since he couldn't get out, maybe it would be better to go inside. Thinking this way, Zhang Yan turned around and walked into the depths of the tomb passage.

It was blocked from the endless passage when running outside, and the tomb passage soon came to an end, and there were even several long-burning lamps burning in the tomb.In such a huge stone room, apart from the central stone platform, there is only one sacrificial wooden table. It seems that Taoists really don't care about things outside of them.

There was no coffin on the stone platform at all, only a dilapidated ancient man's clothes, which looked very similar to the one worn by the black-robed man in the mural, and a plain wooden box beside it.

Heartbroken, Zhang Yan stepped forward to open the wooden box, and there was only a booklet inside, with the words "Xuanwei Zha" written on the cover.

His heartbeat immediately accelerated a lot. Could it be that this thin booklet was what he was looking for?This came too easily, as if Shen Xuanwei gave it to him with both hands.

Zhang Yan flipped through it casually, but his expression immediately became serious - all the spells recorded here can overturn the outside world.

No wonder the Taoist priests in Yingzhou wanted to burn all the banned books. Such things really shouldn't exist in this world.

Just as he was flipping through Xuanwei's letter, a hazy figure quietly appeared in the stone room, and said faintly: "Master, you are finally here..."

"Who?!" Zhang Yan hid the booklet behind him in panic, looked up and looked around, and soon found a figure not far away.