Fire and theft prevention

"Still drunk."

At the wine table under the flower vine trellis, Mu Qingjia approached the sleeping Bu Chen, and said in a low voice.

Huo Wei couldn't understand it, and said: "Why is the voice so low? Are you afraid of disturbing him?"

Mu Qingjia was taken aback, afraid that Bu Chen would be woken up, but fortunately, he just muttered something in a low voice, and went to find Duke Zhou.

He made a "shh" gesture, pulled Huo Wei a little further away, and said, "Be kind as a donkey's liver and lungs. Didn't you recognize who he is?"

"Could it be..."

"Buchen. Xuanzong's Buchen." Mu Qingjia said.

Huo Wei slowly recalled the Faxiu who reported himself to his family half a month ago, claiming to arrest him and bring him to justice, and his anger rose slowly.

"Even knowing that you still have a drink with him?!" He said loudly, "If it wasn't because of his inexplicable appearance, how could I have lost you?!"

It turned out that half a month ago, Huo Wei was quietly waiting for Mu Qingjia's final rebirth in a cave called Yanyuan Mountain.

It is close to the most southeastern part of Kyushu, and it is located in a remote place, thousands of miles away from Xuanshan Mountain. It is difficult to find it, whether it is a demon cultivator or an immortal cultivator.

Coupled with numerous concealment formations, Bu Chen was the first one in nearly 30 years to be able to find that cave.

Huo Wei saw that Bu Chen's realm was not low, and worried that he would hurt Mu Qingjia in his fighting skills, so he left him in the cave.

Unexpectedly, the monsters in Danyuan Mountain have been coveting Xianxiu's cave for a long time, taking this opportunity, they captured Huo Wei's cave in groups.They felt that the wooden figure was useless, so they threw him into the forest at will.

Afterwards, another strange bird captured the wooden figure and took it to Qingqiu Mountain, a hundred miles away, for nesting purposes, but accidentally let the wooden figure fall into Yingshui.

Mu Qingjia drifted too far away, the farther the distance between him and Huo Wei, the weaker the connection.After a lot of trouble, Huo Wei found his trace through the Golden Wing Envoy and the Jade Waist Slave.

Mu Qingjia let out an "oh" when he heard the words, and had an idea of ​​why he ended up in the Fox Immortal Village.

He changed his mind and said again: "But it is also necessary to chase you. If the younger brother hadn't robbed the treasure of the town sect, why would Xuanzong bother to chase you for it?"

In fact, in the final analysis, it was because of his own accidental loss of life, which caused his junior brother to rob his house and rob his house in order to revive him, and he was infamous all over his body.

Although he knew that both of his seniors and brothers were not people trying to catch fame and fame, and he didn't care if others scolded them a few times, but now that they have to avoid crowds when they travel, I really feel sorry for them.

However, to Mu Qingjia's surprise, Huo Wei frowned when he heard this, and said, "I never took anything from them."

what?

The previous judgment was overturned, and Mu Qingjia was about to ask questions, when suddenly a person came over in a daze, interposed between the two of them, and then walked slowly.

The man walked with a strange and stiff posture, and his upper body was stiff, as if his whole body was being dragged by his knee joints.

"You didn't grab it? Then why..."

Why did everyone insist that it was Huo Wei who stole the treasure of Xuanzong Township?And why can I be reborn by relying on the Soul Returning Wood?

He was eager to know the answer, but Huo Wei raised his hand and stopped his words.

Mu Qingjia followed the direction of his face, and saw under the setting sun, one after another drunken people stood up from tables, bluestones, rattan chairs, etc., and walked towards them.

Everyone's actions are as stiff and sluggish as the person who just walked by, and their behavior is different from ordinary people, but they are like one after another - marionettes.

Mu Qingjia shuddered.

Huo Wei grabbed a drunken person, tested his pulse and the tip of his nose, and pulled his closed eyelids to check.

"Someone is manipulating them." He said coldly, "Power Words."

The person picked up by him didn't resist, he was ignorant, and after being released, he walked forward as if nothing had happened, as if he was simply sleepwalking.

But this kind of "sleepwalking" behavior includes all mortals that Mu Qingjia's spiritual eyes can reach.

Huo Wei seemed to be recalling something, and his breath quickly became sharp, and even Mu Qingjia could clearly feel this emotion.

He only felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity when he heard "Li Yan Shu", and only now did he recall that the battle where Yanshi's name was left on the mysterious list was not just defeating the magic cultivator "Li Yan Venerable"?

I am afraid that this power of speech technique is inseparable from Venerable Li Yan.

Mu Qingjia had some doubts in his heart, but the development of the situation did not allow him to continue asking.

I saw drunks coming from various courtyards, waiters huddled in the kitchen and counters, and even guards guarding the courtyard with knives. Sleepwalkers appeared from every corner and joined this weird world continuously. .

Their steps were in unison, and their expressions and postures were all uniform and sluggish, which was undoubtedly controlled by others.

But controlling so many people is not easy, Mu Qingjia's heart shuddered, and he suddenly looked at Bu Chen under the flower cane, and found that he was still asleep, just drunk, so he was relieved.

It's a blessing that this spell can't manipulate Xianxiu to be their enemy.

Seeing that Huo Wei was about to draw his sword, Mu Qingjia pulled his wrist and stood under a lush peach blossom tree at the foot of the wall.

"Hiding for what?" Huo Wei frowned, "No matter who is causing the trouble, if you lure him out, just kill him."

"First observe what's going on." Mu Qingjia whispered, "I always feel that this matter is not easy, and acting casually will scare the snake. And...these mortals can't stand your flame."

Huo Wei snorted, he was used to cutting through messes quickly, and never liked Mu Qingjia's forward-thinking style.But this time he felt that what the other party said was reasonable, so he didn't argue with him, and obediently huddled in the corner and waited.

The setting sun shines in the west, and the shadows of people and trees are infinitely elongated, entangled like ghosts and ghosts, slowly wriggling.

Those sleepwalkers didn't come for the two of them, or in other words, under the influence of Huo Wei's concealed spell, they didn't even notice their existence.

Mu Qingjia's spiritual eyes followed the person walking in front until he disappeared out of sight along the white stone path, but he still didn't stop, not knowing where his destination was.

He came up with a plan, and whispered to Huo Wei: "We also pretend to be drunk people, mix in, and follow them to see what they're up to." He laughed and said: "Junior brother, it's time to test your acting skills."

Huo Wei snorted.

Mu Qingjia was already used to his attitude, and continued: "I don't know how to use this technique of manipulating people on a large scale... The younger brother said before that 'this place is not suitable for staying for a long time', did you find something abnormal? "

Huo Wei frowned and said, "A strange fragrance. A strange fragrance of Yaocao."

Yaocao.

If it was Yaocao, Mu Qingjia himself should have a lot of alcohol with the fragrance of Yaocao. However, the junior brother has only tasted it, and the amount of alcohol he ingested may not be enough to make up for it.

Mu Qingjia looked around, only to see that there was still a small pot of Liquanchun left on the small white marble table under the flower cane.

He raised a smirk, cleverly took advantage of the concealment of the flower vines and peach blossom trees, summoned a vine, and secretly rolled the pot of Liquan spring.

Huo Wei looked at the jug of wine, with doubts in his eyes that he didn't know what bad luck was coming.

Then he watched his senior brother show a devilish smile, then raised the jug and poured it down on his head.

Huo Wei: "..."

The fine nectar was quickly evaporated by his body temperature, and the wetness disappeared within a few breaths, leaving only the scent of wine with the aroma of Yao grass.

However, when Huo Weiyi thought that this was the wine someone else had drunk, he vomited half to death in his heart, and his face became visibly ferocious.

Mu Qingjia hastily whispered in his ear: "No one has ever touched their lips, and the remaining half pot was poured out and drunk by the brother." He begged for mercy, "This is the fastest way to dye the incense, don't mind. I'll wash the clothes later."

Huo Wei's complexion got better now.

Mu Qingjia coaxed the people, and then pretended to get drunk from under the flower tree, stiffened her body, lowered her head and closed her eyes, and walked into the flow of people step by step.

Huo Wei learned well and followed closely behind.

The setting sun congealed blood, and the night devoured the setting sun like sucking an egg yolk. The orange glow passed through the carved beams, casting twisted shadows on the wall.

They walked through the winding corridors, joined by sleepwalkers, until they reached the towering attic.

"Tianhai Yise Pavilion" is called an attic because its main building is a wooden attic with three floors of stands.In addition to the huge courtyard group, this attic is mainly used as a stage for tourists to watch operas and listen to music from evening to night.

The huge black shadow of the pavilion is like a giant beast crouching in the dark night, swallowing the figure in one gulp.

The dream tourist at the front stopped in front of a wooden structure that looked like a staircase, then bent his legs with difficulty, and stepped up a step.

The rest of the people lined up neatly behind him, and waited for the people in front to step up a step before stepping up one step in a regular manner like gears turning.

It was only now that Mu Qingjia discovered that many townspeople from outside Tianhai Yise Pavilion were constantly crossing the threshold and filing in.The people behind were hidden in the darkness, with no end in sight.

The theater building has one side in the east, one in the west, and one in the north. The three sides are connected, and each side has three floors connected by steps.

On the stage on the third floor, Huo Wei was seated next to Mu Qingjia. There were no empty seats around, but there was no sound from all the guests, except for the slight "creaking" sound of the wooden planks being squeezed by force.

Huo Wei looked towards the center of the stands on three sides. The resplendent stage was like a shadow, with a four-character plaque hanging on it.

"Contemplate like this." He read the words on the plaque.

"There is a saying in the "Diamond Sutra": 'All conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and electricity, and should be viewed in this way.'" Mu Qingjia said in a low voice, "It means that everything in the world is born when karma comes together, and when karma disperses. It will perish; change is impermanent, and it cannot be grasped. It should be meaningful to hang on the stage with Buddhist Zen words."

But he changed his mind, half of the theaters in Kyushu love to use this plaque, as a warning, to teach people not to be nostalgic for illusory operas.

The colors are all empty, and the drama is all false.

At this time, all the guests in the theater building arrived, but the stage was empty.The lights are luxuriant, and the evening wind blows the lights and shadows, just waiting for the actors to perform the various forms of life.

The spectators no longer closed their eyes just now, but opened their empty eyes, waiting quietly in the dead dusk.

When the night fell and covered the last rays of the setting sun, a woman was as light as snow, wearing a emerald head mask and covering her face with long sleeves, floating gracefully from behind the scene.

Half of the stage was suddenly lit up, while the other half was submerged in darkness.

Huo Wei observed the dull expressions of the audience around him and fell into deep thought, while Mu Qingjia was concentrating on listening to the woman sing:

"The secluded mansion is deep, the souls of grievances are heavy, falling into the underworld without a blind date.

Pity me, there is a grudge on the Qiantang River; pity me, a lonely grave is left under the poplar tree.

Trapped in the devil's lair and suffering, ghosts and monsters are ghosts as companions. "

Mu Qingjia was startled, let's not say what's wrong with this girl, but just say that the singing is lingering and meaningful, and the sadness and desolation are deeply touching, which is really a rare skill.

"What play?" Huo Wei asked.

"I don't know." Mu Qingjia tried to wake up his memory, "It's just that the Qiantang River and poplar trees are very familiar."

When Tsing Yi Dan appeared on the stage, all the guests were fascinated by it. When the singing was wonderful, they applauded and applauded, and the performance of the support was extremely realistic.

It seems that the spectators off the stage are actors, while the actors on stage are the real spectators.

Just when Mu Qingjia vaguely remembered the name of the play, a candle was lit up on the other side of the dark stage, reflecting the scholars who were studying hard under the light.

"My lord!" the woman in white sang.

The scholar pretended to be alarmed and said: "Whose family are you with a hairpin skirt, Kuiye broke into the door of the student's room without permission? This is a secluded Buddhist temple, and men and women cannot kiss each other."

Both of them have exquisite appearances, but when the person playing the role of the scholar opens his mouth, he immediately competes with each other.

Compared with women, the scholar's singing is obviously amateurish.He didn't play the role very seriously, he only shot affectionate light from his eyes, he didn't look like a simple scholar who would sing "men and women don't know each other", but rather he was infatuated with that woman.

With just two sentences, Mu Qingjia has already recognized that this play is one of the reprints of "Nie Xiaoqian".

"Nie Xiaoqian" was coerced by the old devil, and seduced the scholar, saying: "Nuxijun is charming and charming, and Nuxijun is full of knowledge. Therefore, I follow the red and run at night, wishing that I can live in the same quilt for a hundred years."

That "Ning Caichen" turned his back to lighten the soles of his boots, shook his head and sang: "Baiyang Temple is remote and cold, where are the rich and green households? Could it be that the goblin shows up and instructs people to be terrified."

"Nie Xiaoqian" said sadly again: "Don't be in doubt, don't let your slave down!"

The strange thing is that she sings with great affection and sincerity, but her face is calm, and her eyes are lifeless like a pair of fish eyes.

The two of you came and I sang, the more intoxicated "Ning Caichen" became, the more stiff and stiff the makeup of "Nie Xiaoqian" appeared.

She applied extremely thick powder, and painted her eyebrows extremely thickly and colorfully. She didn't look like a real person, but more like a puppet with heavy makeup than the guests in the hall.

Hundreds of people in Heiyouyou watched the stage silently. Up to now, the two on the stage have only been singing a simple opera, but the man is shallow and the woman is superb, and the man plays and the woman enters the play.

Huo Wei couldn't bear to watch the two of them flirting with each other, his brows became tighter and tighter, his body radiated heat waves uncontrollably.

But at this moment, the man suddenly took the woman's hand, and the two exchanged positions, paced three steps rhythmically, and took two steps back, forming a kneeling position.

It is a very mysterious witch dance. Mu Qingjia once read in a book that in ancient times, mortals used dance postures to pray and sacrifice, and to communicate with the heavens. .

This should be the first time he has personally seen a person practicing sacrificial witch dance.

As the dance steps quickened, the sky and the earth darkened.

A strange flow gradually emerged in the air. It was slight and slow at first, but after a few breaths, it quickly turned into a torrent, rolling up Mu Qingjia violently, and rushing towards the woman in white on the stage!

He was startled, but when he came back to his senses, he found that he was still sitting in his original position, and it was Huo Wei who really rushed towards the stage with a sword.

The sword light was dazzling, and it slashed at the invisible objects outside the stage, and the formation barrier exploded layer by layer like bubbles that were punctured.

The man and woman were disturbed by this, and the witch dance did not stop.The scholar danced in disguise and said, "Where is the immortal? Why are you blocking my good deeds?"

Huo Wei said angrily: "Stealing someone's soul, what a good thing!"