Jiajing Spiritual Records

"Follow them to the back mountain?" Ning Huan asked.

Su Xian glanced at the door and shook his head: "They're back."

"Are you back?" Ning Huan was taken aback, only to hear a "creak" as the outside door opened, and the woman who had just left came in, her complexion pale and her steps stiff, as if she hadn't seen Ning Huan in front of her at all. He and Suxian walked straight towards the inner room like a puppet on a string.Ning Huan looked at Su Xian suspiciously, what happened?

Su Xian pursed his lips and said, "Follow."

The woman's steps were small and slow. She entered the room, sat down in front of the bronze mirror in front of the table, untied the long hair tied behind her, and slipped a short wooden comb from the end of her hair.

"Dudiu is red in the morning glow. It is raining in the afternoon. Diudiu is red in the evening. The sun is shining in the morning." While combing her hair, the woman hummed a song that Ning Huan had never heard before, "Hua Rabbit Eyes. Jujube Chicken Mouth. Mulberry Shrimp Toad Eyes, Ulmus Negative Tumor."

The woman's cloudy eyes suddenly glanced towards Ning Huan, and her blood-red lips, smeared with rouge, parted into a smile.

"Did she see us?" Ning Huan panicked in his heart.

"Repeat the scene before her death." Su Xian shook his head and replied calmly.

"Brother Yao, be good, grandma is here to find you." In the mottled brass mirror, the woman's expression was numb and miserable.She finally stopped combing her hair and stood up silently. The three-foot white silk was hanging on the hanging beam, and she actually committed suicide by stepping on the stool.

Ning Huan stared at the female corpse on the beam, his eyes widened in surprise, but he heard Su Xian beside him say: "They will experience life, old age, sickness and death every day." Su Xian turned around, "Then wait until dawn is approaching." , will be reborn again. Day after day, year after year, is what they call immortality."

Ning Huan sighed slightly in his heart, is this immortality?Ning Huan turned his head, Brother Yao was still lying on the edge of the door, looking at the woman's corpse dangling on the beam with round eyes, pulling at the woman's trousers: "Grandma! Grandma! Brother Yao is here !"

Ning Huan couldn't bear it, he opened his mouth to comfort him, but he didn't know what to say for a while.Suxian glanced at Brother Yao in the corner: "Let her go. When the battle is broken, they will all be able to enter reincarnation."

Ning Huan nodded. "This is the best way." Ning Huan glanced roughly around, "By the way, where are those black coffins?" In the ghost village before, Ning Huan and Su Xian found several coffins in each inner room. There is a black coffin, but now the room is empty, there is no trace of the black coffin at all.

Hearing this, Su Xian frowned and said, "Let's go to the back mountain to have a look first."

Xu Village returned to the scene that Ning Huan had seen when he was in the ghost village. There was no one on the village road, and there was a bluish-white mist all around. Occasionally, there was a vague whimper, whether it was the wind or the crying of ghosts.It is relatively easy to find the way to the back mountain, just walk along the path scattered with yellow paper money, but the night is very dark, only the yellow cloth lantern in Suxian's hand illuminates the path ahead.

"Who do you think is the person who arranged this formation?" Ning Huan rubbed his cold hands. The night was terribly quiet. Su Xian was silent and didn't know what he was thinking. Ning Huan wanted to say something to break it. The eerie silence of the moment.

Su Xian shook his head, "We don't have any clues yet, we can only guess that the formation here was probably around the Qin and Han Dynasties."

A gust of gloomy wind blew by, and the wick in the yellow cloth lantern flickered a few times, and the flickering light frightened Ning Huan to lean against Su Xian: "I thought the village of immortality should be a fairyland, and there lived a fairy in it." .”

Su Xian let out a chuckle: "Ning Huan, I really thought you were reading a script."

Ning Huan muttered, "That's not how the storybook is written!"

The two arrived at the back mountain.Rather than saying that this is the back mountain, it is better to say that it is a mass grave.Layers of black coffins were scattered around.

"What is this?" Ning Huan took a step forward, only to hear the black coffin near his position suddenly make a "kill, kill, kill" sound, as if the family was grabbing around the coffin board.At this time, a black liquid flowed down from the gap in the coffin, a thick smell of blood filled the surroundings, and a chill ran up from the ankle, Ning Huan took a step back abruptly.

"This... this..." Suxian pulled him behind him, took out a yellow talisman from his cuff, and stuck it on the coffin. The black coffin finally calmed down and stopped making noise.Su Xian turned to Ning Huan and said: "This is the Qimen Dunjia technique, follow me closely, don't run around."

Seeing Su Xian's serious face, Ning Huan nodded and followed closely behind him.

"The first three and six positions of the symbol, the god of Taiyin is in the first two, the god of the last two is the nine heavens, and the god of the last two is the nine earths."

"Three is anger and five is death, life is life and death is death." There was a pungent rotten smell in the air, there was only a gap of about one foot in the coffin formation, and Ning Huan and Su Xian were almost Squeezing through the coffin.Su Xian was muttering something, almost every seven steps, he would stop to confirm the direction.The flames of the yellow cloth lanterns were flickering in front of them, and the faint blue phosphorescent flames were jumping in the air not far away, as if luring the two of them to walk over.

"Bang", "bang", "bang", "Is anyone there? Help! I'm locked in a coffin." Suddenly voices sounded from all around, and Ning Huan was startled. He turned his head abruptly. There was a coffin parked in the distance, and the sound of help came from there.

"Su Xian?" Ning Huan called out his name in confusion, how could there be any living people here, could it be the "Wang Scar" group?

Su Xian also turned around, obviously he also heard the cry for help.

"Could it be a trap?" Ning Huan was skeptical, it wasn't that he was unwilling to save people, but that there would be living people appearing in this treacherous formation at the moment, which inevitably made people suspicious.

"I was imprisoned by them. I beg you to rescue me. As long as you can rescue me, I will give you money. I have a lot of money." The voice of the person in the coffin was hoarse, and it seemed that he had been in the coffin for a while up.

"We don't want money." Ning Huan replied.He and Su Xian are not the masters who are short of money. To rescue someone and extort money from them would be a bit of a robbery.However, if the person locked inside was one of the "Wang Scar" group, this sentence would be a temptation.

Sure enough, the people inside the coffin heard that Ning Huan and Su Xian didn't want money, and they were anxious: "You are also looking for the elixir of life, right? I know it's there, as long as you agree to let me out."

Su Xian raised his eyebrows, "What's your name?" Ning Huan asked.

"I, my name is Wang Shu, and they all call me Wang Scar."

Su Xian leaned close to Ning Huan's ear, and whispered: "Get him out, I have something to ask."

The two walked to the side of the coffin, and the coffin was firmly nailed with 64 [-] coffin nails. It took Su Xian and Ning Huan a long time to pry open the coffin lid.Su Xian pushed back the lid of the coffin, revealing a dry, sallow face, and the black birthmark cut half of his face like a scar.

"Thank you two little brothers for saving your life." As he spoke, Wang Baozi crawled out of the coffin panting.

Suxian hooked the corners of his mouth, let out a cold snort, swung the short knife in his hand beautifully, and inserted it into the coffin lid beside Wang Scar with a "bang": "Say, the elixir of life, How much do you really know?"

Wang Scar shook his body, and sat back in the coffin: "I...I know a little bit about this." He looked up at Su Xian cautiously, and said, "I wonder if you two have heard of it." Xu Fu? At that time, the first emperor wanted to ask for the elixir of life, so Xu Fu wrote a letter, saying that there are three sacred mountains in the sea, named Penglai, Fangzhang, and Yingzhou, where immortals live. Please fast and ask for it with virgins and boys. So the first emperor promised to send Xu to send Thousands of virgins and boys went into the sea to seek immortals."

"You mean that Xu Fu finally found the elixir of life?" Ning Huan asked.

Wang Scar nodded, "People in the world say that Xu Fu searched for the fairy mountain but never returned, and then he didn't know what to do. In fact, he finally came back with the fairy medicine. It's just that the first emperor had died at that time, so Xu Fu took the fairy medicine and disappeared again. "

Ning Huan frowned: "So this Xu village is the place where Xu Fu hid the elixir?"