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The mother-child ghost was indeed dead, and the body was in a cave, only a hundred miles away from where Xie Fengshu lost it last night.The body was shriveled, as if its aura had been sucked away, only a piece of skin wrapped around the bones.Her stomach was cut open, and the red clothes were connected with flesh and blood. After one night, she had frozen and turned into a large cold brown piece.

Three or five steps away, there was a devil lying on the ground, with his head bent in a strange way. Xiaoxi leaned over and touched it with his hand for a moment, then took it away in disgust.

"Also dead."

Appears to have been killed by a single blow when unsuspecting.

The three of them stood in the cave and looked at the two mummies.

Last night when Xie Fengshu asked about the magic weapon of the son and mother ghosts, the other party immediately guessed that he was a fairy, and there must be something inside.Xie Fengshu originally wanted to investigate further.But now that the son, mother and ghost died, the first clue Xie Fengshu encountered when he came down the mountain was broken.

But the matter has come to this point, he can think about it, he just thinks that he is unlucky.

It's just that the fate chart has to be found slowly.

Xie Fengshu sighed lightly, and cupped his hands at Jiangchen and Xiaoxi: "Thank you for your help."

Xiaoxi folded her arms and leaned against the mountain wall, and replied coldly: "If it wasn't about the Mingjingtai, who would help you?"

Jiang Chen on the side didn't answer, his eyelashes drooped slightly, and he said a gatha to the corpse of the son and mother ghost in front of him with one hand. The sunlight cast on half of his face from outside the cave, making his brows deep.

For a while, several people fell silent.

Xie Fengshu watched Jiang Chen finish saluting to the corpse, and his heart was suddenly moved. He was about to say "the cultivator is merciful", but the next moment, he saw Jiang Chen squatting down and inserting his hand into the dissected belly of the ghost mother. inside.

Xie Fengshu: "...!!!"

What's the matter with this monk!

Xiaoxi who was at the side probably didn't expect it either, and stood up slightly upon seeing this.

Under the eyes of the two, Jiang Chen still remained expressionless, and moved his right hand lightly, as if he was looking for something.After a while, he stopped, held a dark red thread, and slowly pulled something out of the ghost mother's belly.

Xie Fengshu was startled, only now did he realize that there was this red line in the pool of blood on the ghost mother's abdomen just now, only a little bit of the thread was exposed, and it was impossible to see it without looking carefully.

Jiang Chen straightened up, Xie Fengshu immediately took half a step closer to look at it, even Xiaoxi stood a little closer.

What Jiang Chen took out was a long black wooden sign, which was stained with blood.The size is about one finger long and half a finger wide, and it is simply tied in a knot with dark red thread. The wooden sign is engraved with a black eagle about to fly, and it has also been soaked in blood.There are two words below, like a name, but not in Chinese.

Xie Fengshu discerned carefully, still wondering if there were related text records in the ancient books, but he heard Jiang Chen say: "Ba Yin."

Xie Fengshu was taken aback: "What?"

"The text on the wooden sign is translated as Bayin, which is the name of a person."

Jiang Chen's hands were stained with blood, which is supposed to be taboo in Buddhism, but he didn't seem to care: "This is Wu Chu's writing."

"Wu Chu?"

Xie Fengshu heard this name for the first time, and looked at Jiangchen blankly.

Jiang Chen met his gaze as soon as he raised his eyes. After a pause, he continued: "The Wu Chu family has lived in the southwest mountains for thousands of years, and they have been isolated from the world for thousands of years. The eagle is a totem in the clan, and they are brave and good at fighting. Because there are many beasts and swamps in the southwest, The clansmen wear agarwood plaques with names and totems engraved on them, in order to seek the protection of the gods they believe in."

"Oh?" Xie Fengshu's eyes lit up, "Which god?"

Jiang Chen was silent for a moment, and replied, "Chi You."

"..." Xie Fengshu also fell silent.

He thought it was some god in today's world who could look for clues, but he didn't expect it to be this ancestor who was thousands of years away.

In ancient times, the battle between the two emperors Yan and Huang and the god of war Chiyou shocked the world, and the latter two emperors were assisted by Nvwa to kill Chiyou in Zhuolu. So far, the human world has been unified. This is the old Huangli tens of thousands of years ago. After passing away, where else can Xie Fengshu go to find him.

Jiang Chen didn't speak anymore, he seemed to want to hand the wooden sign in his hand to Xie Fengshu, but just as he stretched out his hand, he suddenly took it back.

Xie Fengshu who was just about to reach out to pick it up: "..."

He looked up at Jiang Chen with a puzzled expression on his face, but the other party didn't seem to see it, he just said: "But this happened many years ago, I haven't been out of Sumeru since I practiced, and I don't know the outside world."

Even so, Xie Fengshu already looked at him differently, and humbly asked for advice: "May I ask how many years Master has practiced in your place?"

Jiang Chen paused, and replied, "700 years."

As soon as the voice fell, Xiaoxi behind him let out a sneer.

Xie Fengshu felt like being struck by lightning: "...how much!"

700 years! !

700 years is not a small number in the world, it can already cause dust in the East China Sea and change the sea.Cultivation values ​​aptitude, even if the spiritual root is a little lacking, as long as you devote yourself to practice, generally 500 years are enough, I don't know where the monk in front of me has spent another 200 years - and he hasn't ascended yet.

The point is, 700 years later, who knows if the Wu Chu tribe is still there.

But Xie Fengshu thought about it again, and felt that the words on the wooden sign would never deceive people, at least it could prove that there were still Wu Chu people.

But according to the monk, why did the Wuchu tribe come out of the mountain suddenly after being isolated from the world for thousands of years, and why was the wooden plaque used to pray for blessings in the belly of the son-mother ghost?

On the way back to the temple from the cave, Xie Fengshu thought about it all the way, until he reached the front of the temple, he withdrew his mind and looked at Jiang Chen.

This monk has practiced for 700 years, really... persevering.

The rules of Buddhist practice are extremely strict. It is necessary to abolish the ten heavy and 48 light precepts, and then learn the five vehicles.The monk in front of him is not allowed to ascend for 700 years, there are only two possibilities.

One is that the talent is stupid and the practice is not successful.

But the other party is knowledgeable and knowledgeable, not only knows the ghosts and ghosts of the mountain, but also knows the scenery of the world.Although I have never seen the spell before, but under the wind and rain, Xie Fengshu, I guess I can barely see it.

The second is more serious, the monk committed one of the ten karmas.

If the monk committed a crime, it would make sense—otherwise, why would he still be stranded in the world for 700 years, and there are still stone Buddhas appearing in the middle of the night. Ask him if he knows any regrets?

But when Xie Fengshu raised his eyes and saw the other's peerless eyebrows, the guess in his heart was shaky again.

Such a monk has lived in the mountains for 700 years, and the Buddhist hall is so simple, how can he commit crimes?

Xie Fengshu thought it over and over again, and finally felt that the other party probably had no connection with Buddhism, and could not enter the Dharma eyes of the Buddhas of the Three Times.

The two entered the temple one after the other. Amidst the rustling of bamboo leaves, Jiang Chen looked at Xie Fengshu: "The son and mother ghosts are dead, what are your plans next?"

Xie Fengshu was asked out of the blue, and subconsciously replied: "Go to the southwest."

"To find the owner of the wooden sign?"

"Exactly."

Jiang Chen paused, and objectively commented without emotion: "It's tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack."

How could Xie Fengshu not know.He smiled wryly, and said: "The cultivator doesn't know, there is a magic weapon in the heavens that is stolen, there is a big danger, even if it is to find a needle in a haystack, I have to go to the haystack to get it."

Jiang Chen asked back: "You lost it?"

"Uh," Xie Fengshu was taken aback, "That's not true."

Jiang Chen: "What does that have to do with you?"

... The Buddha said that he would cut meat and feed it to the eagle, so as to save all living beings!

But leaving the last sentence aside, Xie Fengshu knew that what Jiangchen said was not unreasonable. He hadn't been in the mortal world for hundreds of years, and his sense of direction was extremely poor. When he came here, he almost couldn't even find Dongyu, let alone Now I have to go to the southwest mountain forest to find someone.

If it weren't for Jiang Chen, he wouldn't even know what the wooden sign was.

Tsk, it's difficult.

But Xie Fengshu was unwilling to go back home just like that—it would be fine to lose face in front of that brat Mingke, but if he waited for the day when other immortals, especially Pei Yu who was always at odds with him, would find out , where should I put my face.

He walked forward while frowning, and raised his eyes to see the monk in front of him.Plain white monk clothes, slender figure.

In an instant, Xie Fengshu had a flash of inspiration, as if he had opened up the two veins of Ren and Du.

What's so difficult about it, I will take this monk with me on the road, it will be much more convenient!

Xie Fengshu suddenly became enlightened, and felt that all the problems were solved.He followed Jiang Chen in a few steps, and blurted out without thinking: "Why don't the cultivators come out of the mountain with me!"

Just as Jiang Chen pushed open the door of the Dharma Hall, he stopped his movements when he heard that, and turned to look at Xie Fengshu.

He was expressionless, but Xie Fengshu felt a little guilty for no reason, and then realized that he was a little abrupt, and quickly said: "This matter is of great importance, please trouble the cultivator."

"I practice suffering, so I shouldn't be in the world." Jiang Chen said calmly, "You should go back."

After speaking, he stepped into the court again.

How could Xie Fengshu give up lightly and followed Jiang Chen closely.

"Cultivator, if you think about it again, you should accumulate virtue and do good deeds for the sake of all beings in the world..."

He was buzzing like a bee, circling around Jiang Chen.The other party turned a deaf ear to it, sat on the futon, took off the bead string in his left hand, and twirled it one by one in his hand, as if he wanted to meditate in meditation.

Xie Fengshu also sat down, saying "Jiangchen cultivator" on the left and "Master Jiangchen" on the right, and shouted in a cadence, tilting his head to see Jiangchen's expression while shouting.

Xie Fengshu is a person who spends most of the time muddling along, and doesn't even bother to blink when the sky falls.Sometimes when things happen, I become persistent and get to the point of being disgusted.For example, at this moment, there are more than a dozen voices that sound like ghosts, and even the tone is not heavy, which is more annoying than the stone Buddha that moves in the middle of the night.

Jiang Chen probably felt annoyed too, and when Xie Fengshu called No. 17, he finally opened his eyes.

Xie Fengshu was propping his head with his hands to peek at his face, when he was caught off guard, he straightened his back in embarrassment, coughed lightly, and spoke earnestly.

"The cultivator has been cultivating here for 700 years, but he still does not change his mind. It is really admirable. But I heard that the Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows back then, and because he saw that all living beings are suffering, he had a great compassion. So ascended to be holy in one day."

Xie Fengshu said: "If the magic weapon in today's world is stolen by demons, if disasters happen because of it, the human world will definitely bear the brunt of it. The cultivator is the Buddha cultivator, with compassion in mind, don't you only save yourself and not others?"

Xie Fengshu's words sounded sincere, Jiang Chen raised his eyes to look at Xie Fengshu after listening.

While looking at each other, Xie Fengshu discovered that Jiang Chen's eyes were a slightly lighter amber color, transparent like glass under the sunlight, and were slightly blocked by the dense long eyelashes, making them appear transparent and dust-free.

Even more cold and unfeeling.

It seems that thousands of things in the world are out of his sight.

After an unknown amount of time, Xie Fengshu heard the person in front of him speak, his voice was low and cold like winter snow outside the temple.

"Although I practice Buddhism, I have no compassion. I neither save myself nor save sentient beings."

Jiang Chen met Xie Fengshu with a look of astonishment, and there was no wave in his eyes.

"Please come back, Xianjun."

The author has something to say: The myths and legends and Buddhist knowledge in this article serve the plot, and they are made up wildly on the original basis, so don't take it seriously.