Different pupils

The Ghost Control Sect has long been extinct, because the information has been missing for a long time, and there are no traces to test.

The head of Xishenzong has the ability to predict and divination, but others do not have this ability - it is said that the head of Xishenzong is appointed from generation to generation, like some kind of destined reincarnation.But this is the secret of the sect, and outsiders have only heard about it and are not sure, but the head of the Blood Soul Hall is right in front of them, and Head Xing can say with certainty that he has never heard of people from the Blood Soul Hall. Similar abilities.

If Xing Tianlu is really not dreaming, then what does it mean?

Xing Tianhu and Xing Yu looked at each other, and they both remembered the ghost-killing sword and the incident that Lin Haoren accidentally involved Xing Yu when he was pulled into the illusion.

This pile of piles is so weird that it must be investigated from the source.

"Let's go." Xing Tianhu said, "Go and ask the two guys you caught first."

What he was referring to was the seriously injured old A and old B who were currently sealed.

Old A is still sleeping, it is too injured, it is difficult to recover for a while.

If it wasn't for the Soul Melting Cauldron's ability to collect souls and refine them, and the Xing family's spells to help it solidify its souls, it would have been gone by now.

Old B is unwilling to recognize this perfunctory name. He calls himself "Yan Zhen" and has no words. He was 21 years old when he died, and his family was poor.

It was the first time for Lin Haoren to see "Psychicism", and he couldn't help opening his eyes wide. His face was tense, but his eyes were extremely bright, and he unconsciously clenched his fingers on the hem of his trousers. He was both nervous and excited, fresh and curious.

Xing Yu wanted to show off his skills, so he personally lit a special incense stick in the study: the green smoke rose, brushed over the red thread hanging above the incense stick, and the red thread dripped sesame oil little by little, and steadily dripped into the small dish under the incense stick.

A talisman was pasted under the small plate, and a rhinoceros horn was placed in the middle, so that the "ghost voice" could be heard smoothly.

Xing Yu made a gesture and said to Lin Haoren: "The red thread is the bridge connecting Yin and Yang, the rhinoceros horn is the sounding tube, and the sesame oil is for bribing the kid watching the bridge."

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers, and as if by magic, he pulled out a Ferry Talisman from his sleeve, and placed it next to the small plate.

The green smoke swayed a few times, and there was a little ghost nearby.

A portion of the special incense was burned, and white ash fell on the ground. This is the "countdown" given by the little ghost.

After Xing Yu explained to Lin Haoren, he took the time to ask, "Yan Zhen, when were you born?"

It was originally a ghostly howl that hurt the eardrums, but now it sounded hoarse and ethereal in the room: "Guangqing 33 years."

Xing Tianlu flipped through the documents beside him, without raising his head, he said: "Dayan Guangqing was the 33rd year, which was the last year of Yuanhe, and the reigning emperor was 'Yanyun'. Yanzheng'."

Old B, that is, Yan Zhen giggled, his voice was very strange and cold, which made people's skin crawl: "Yan Yun is a foolish emperor, he indulged in the sale of official positions, and in order to please his favorite concubine, he beheaded the emperor left to him. Three high-ranking ministers! He is stupid, superstitious about the so-called immortal sect, but he doesn’t listen to loyal people... Yes! He just listens to you liars, and only wants to become immortal every day! He is such a bastard, why? Become a fairy?!"

Lin Haoren frowned, Xing Yu sneered, and said, "Who asked you this? What did the predecessors have to do with us? Tell me, why is the sword of killing ghosts and subduing demons in your hand? What is your relationship with the Ghost Controlling Sect?"

Yan Zhen's soul was floating in the air, and the talismans attached to it made it unable to move.It looked at Xing Yu with a strange expression, and said: "What is my relationship with Yuguizong? Don't you know about that sword? As I said, it is your sword, and it was Wu Chaosheng who sealed me in the sword." .”

Xing Tianhu and Xing Tianlu paused and looked at Xing Yu.

Xing Yu rubbed his neck, feeling a little irritable for no reason, and clicked his tongue: "Listen to its nonsense. Can this thing be taken seriously?"

If nonsense can be taken seriously, how can there be "a series of nonsense"?

Xing Tianhu made a gesture of "Be safe and don't be impatient", and looked deeply at the direction of the soul's voice - except for Xing Yu and Lin Haoren, no one else in this room could see it without the help of tools.

"Speak clearly."

"Do you believe what I said?" Yan Zhen giggled, and said viciously, "I may have told lies, just to make you uneasy. Well, the smell of restless and turbulent soul is the best, and it tastes especially special Fragrance... Just like the girl I met by the river, she was in a bad mood and wanted to drown herself in the river, so I helped her. Hee hee hee, the regret, fear and despair she felt before she drowned, the smell is really Delicious on earth."

Xing Yu raised his hand, and the talisman that trapped it flashed a flash of lightning, causing Yan Zhen to scream and glared at Xing Yu bitterly.

"That's not a river, it's a reservoir." Xing Yu corrected it, with a cold look in his eyes, "The suicide case a few days ago was indeed caused by you."

Yan Zhen was noncommittal, and said quietly: "Don't you want to know? What's the point if you don't believe me when I tell you? I'll tell you all right now, he—"

Yan Zhen looked at Xing Yu, and the malice in his eyes was almost overflowing: "He can't calm down, do you know why? Because his soul is incomplete, because he committed sins in his previous life! Why is there no ghost sect? Yes He lost it!"

Xing Yu's temples twitched, and he smiled instead of anger: "Make it up, keep making it up."

"Whether you believe it or not, the fact that has already happened cannot be changed." Yan Zhen gloated, "This is your punishment!"

Yan Zhen glanced at Lin Haoren, who was sitting in a wheelchair and was stunned, and pointed out with a creepy smile: "In this life, you are here to pay off your debts, and you owe the life of an important person. If it wasn't for you, that person would Will not be tortured before death, almost out of my wits..."

"Enough!" Xing Yu interrupted angrily, the flash of light in his hand almost blinded everyone in the study.Yan Zhen howled miserably, his soul ignited a wisp of white smoke, and was protected by Li Shuangyue in time.

"Yu'er!" Li Shuangyue made a move, and a small ring popped out from her fingertips. The ring shimmered and blocked all the electric light.

Yan Zhen was dying, his soul almost disappeared transparently, looming in the middle of the talisman.

"You almost killed it!" Li Shuangyue said angrily, "What was the first lesson I taught you?!"

"...You can't be emotional with ghosts and gods." Xing Yu gritted his teeth, lowered his eyes and said, "Humans and ghosts go their own way, each takes its own path, and each atones for his own sins."

"I know you still...!" Li Shuangyue raised her brows, her eyes widened, looking very annoyed, "If you kill it casually today, you will be in debt to it in the future, and you will be liquidated! There is nothing to do with it at all, so why bother with right and wrong?"

Xing Yu remained silent. He was very anxious at the moment, as if subconsciously refusing something.

This made him rarely stay calm.

"Okay." Xing Tianhu's eyes were dark, he glanced at his son, interrupted his wife's words and said slowly, "Just pretend that what you said is true, what does Yu'er have to do with Yu Guizong's Miemen? Why are you sealed in In the sword? What evidence do you have to prove that the sword is his?"

"His previous life was called You Jinge." Yan Zhen, who was on the verge of death, managed to recover, and said weakly, "When I met him, he was only 16 years old."

Lin Haoren's heart skipped a beat suddenly, and he vaguely felt that the name "Jin Ge" seemed to have been heard in that strange dream.

In the winter of Dayan Guangqing's 53rd year, Yan Zhengang reached the crown.

He was wearing coarse clothes, a sweat towel tied around his neck, and holes in his trousers. In winter, he only wore a hat that could barely cover his ears. He stepped on the ankle-high snow in the cold wind of Dongyun Town. Purple red from the cold, he carried two baskets of herbs into the pharmacy.

"Yesterday, the mountain was blocked by heavy snow." Yan Zhen rubbed his hands, dusted off the snow on his body, and said with a hot breath, "The medicine is not easy to dig, there is only so much."

"That's too little..." The pharmacy owner squatted in front of the basket, counted critically, and said, holding tiny malnourished herbs with his fingers, "It's all wilted, how can it be used as medicine?"

"Buried in the snow." Yan Zhen sniffed, his cheeks were flushed, his skin was chapped, and he bargained with the boss, "I think it's cheaper for you, can you pack two more packs of medicine for me a few days ago, okay?"

"Hey, you know how to settle accounts." The pharmacy owner glanced at him, stood up and said, "You give me these few items, and I won't bargain with you for the rest, how about it?"

What else could it be?

Yan Zhen gritted his teeth, but still he could only smile, flattering him, "Hey, that's fine, let's do it this way."

This side was counting money, but there was a commotion on the other side of the street. A woman cried out loudly, and the neighbors surrounded her.

"Hey! The old Niu's family has made a big fuss!"

"Take a look!"

"Oh, what a crime, are you really dead?"

"I heard that there are people coming from the mountain! They are some little gods, they look so handsome!"

Noisy voices crept into the curtain of the pharmacy, Yan Zhen took the money and carefully stuffed it into his arms, poked his head to look: "Boss, what's wrong?"

The boss took a small scale and helped him pick up two medicines, wrapped them in paper and said casually: "It's from the old Niu, right? A few days ago he was caught by Mrs. Niu from outside, tsk tsk, how old is he?" Raising a woman outside, do you dare to think about it? As a result, you can’t afford to get sick after you come back, and you can’t see it.”

The boss came over with the medicine, lifted the curtain and looked out, muttering: "I picked up a lot of medicine from me, I think the dosage... I'm afraid it won't last for two days."

"If you want me to say, it's also that Mrs. Niu is not sensible." Someone said in the tailor shop across the door, "I'm raising them outside, what else can you do? Such a big family, don't have an old cow to take care of it? She is a woman. People... this is good, the man is dead, let's see what she will do."

This tone sounded a little gloating, Yan Zhen looked out, still worried about his family being sick and waiting for him to get the medicine back, so he picked up the basket and prepared to go back.

Just after leaving the street, someone ran over and said: "The little god said it! The old cow was killed by a ghost!"

"Is that the woman outside?"

"you do not say!"

"Can the little god save people from life?"

"That's not certain, the person came down from Yaofeng Mountain!"

Yaofeng Mountain is a fairy mountain known to every household in Dongyun Town.

The legend of the fairy mountain has been passed down since ancient times, and ordinary people dare not think too much about it. It is said that there are many magic circles on the road leading to the fairy mountain, and it is difficult to enter it easily.

Yan Zhen grew up at the foot of Yaofeng Mountain, collecting herbs for a living in the mountains, but he has never seen the road leading to the fairy mountain.

Hearing this, he suddenly stopped, looked at the medicine bag in his arms, thought about the money withheld by the pharmacy owner and the fear these days, it seemed that a small bud of hope was sprouting from the tip of his heart, dangerous The ground is wobbly, and it will break with a little effort.

But this is his only hope, and that is the person who came down from the fairy mountain—no, it is a fairy!

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