The full-level Demon Venerable was forced to obey

Cheng Mochi said: "It's not a high opinion, it's just some speculation. Of course, there are more questions."

"What question?" Hai Chuan said, "Brother Cheng might as well talk about it."

Cheng Mochi said: "There are indeed many questions. For example, who enshrined this young man here? It cannot be the group of villagers who hate him so much. Who could it be? Is it the same person who burned paper money all over the floor? , Who was he murdered? If a man is pregnant, only this group of isolated fishermen will believe it."

Of course, it's not without gains.

The appearance of this boy explained why there were only 310 four corpses in the village, and the missing one was this boy.But it stands to reason that if someone died in the village, the village head should immediately report it to the yamen, but the head of Luohe Village did not report it, why?

Also, who the hell is Hai Chuan?What role did he play in the whole incident?

The whole matter is full of doubts, and maybe we can only have some clues until tonight.

......

The sky outside was getting darker, and the bright white moonlight poured down, covering the wrecked earth with an ambiguous white veil.

The bare tree trunk swayed, and one or two unknown birds landed on the branches, and then whined and went away after a while.

There are two candles burning in the temple, and there are only two futons on the ground.

Chu Shiluo found a place to sit down early, and Cheng Mochi wanted to move the other one beside him, but Haichuan sat on it first.

Cheng Mochi was speechless, he looked left and right, looking for something to cushion, so as to save his clothes from getting dirty, he didn't even have anything to change and wash.

Chu Shiluo at the side glanced at him, then moved his butt indistinctly to give way to a small piece of futon, which was obviously reserved for Cheng Mochi.

Cheng Mochi was so focused on looking for something else to cushion him that he didn't notice his small movements at all.

After searching around, there was nothing, Cheng Mochi looked outside again, but there was no movement.

I'm afraid it will be three o'clock.He sighed softly, then walked not far from Chu Shiluo, lifted his clothes and sat on the ground directly.

Chu Shiluo turned to look at him, Cheng Mochi didn't know why, so he subconsciously smiled at him, and then he noticed that Chu Shiluo's face became colder.

Hai Chuan, who was sitting far away, laughed, and Cheng Mochi was even more confused.

Before Cheng Mochi's butt was hot, a sudden change occurred outside the temple.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the dark green will-o'-the-wisp burned all over the land, and at the same time, shrill screams resounded from all over the village, one after another, so horrifying.

Those voices shouted "help", helpless and painful.

This is recreating the situation of that day, or in other words, these villagers are repeating the pain of dying.

Generally speaking, only ghosts with deep resentment and unable to reincarnate will reappear in the state of dying every day.

But these villagers have resentment, but they don't have the ability that a ghost should have. They seem to be trapped here by someone, unable to reincarnate.

The fire burned for almost an hour, and the villagers screamed for an hour. That is to say, they suffered a full hour of torture before they died.

When the will-o'-the-wisps went out, the group of ghosts disappeared without a trace, but within a short while, the group of ghosts reunited.

Cheng Mochi and Chu Shiluo looked at each other, but there was no reaction. Hai Chuan also sat there motionless, looking out through the temple gate, his face hidden by the flickering candlelight, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking.

After the group of ghosts condensed, they walked towards the temple in all directions.

Chu Shiluo frowned, the round fan reappeared in his hand, and he was about to stand up.

On the contrary, Cheng Mochi had some guesses, so he stretched out his hand to hold Chu Shiluo's hand, and whispered: "Master, don't worry, they probably won't come in."

Cheng Mochi couldn't bear to let go of the familiar soft, slippery and cold touch, so he simply held his hand without moving.

Chu Shiluo glanced at him, then looked down at the hands they held.

Cheng Mochi managed to get this feeling back, so he completely ignored his gaze.

Chu Shiluo turned cold, and exerted a little force, trying to shake Cheng Mochi away.

But Cheng Mochi held it tighter, and changed the subject by the way: "Master, look quickly, they are here."

Outside the temple, all the ghosts gathered together.

They bowed their heads and faced the temple, their bodies glowing with a faint green light.All of a sudden, the group of ghosts knelt down towards the temple one after another, knocking their foreheads on the ground with a "bang bang" and shouting "I beg the gods to spare their lives".

Cheng Mochi and Chu Shiluo looked up at the portrait of the boy almost at the same time.

The candles in the temple were flickering, and the dark wind from nowhere blew the curtains on both sides of the stone statue, and the atmosphere suddenly ignited strangely.

The three stood up, all staring at the stone statue.

The ghosts outside the temple were still begging for mercy, and their voices became louder and louder, but the few people in the temple even slowed down their breathing.

Several parties were deadlocked, and after an unknown amount of time, Cheng Mochi suddenly asked, "Is he crying?"

Hearing this, Chu Shiluo and Hai Chuan looked carefully, and saw that there were indeed some crystal clear drops of water in the corners of the eyes of the young man, like tears.

"How come..." Chu Shiluo was very surprised.

Cheng Mochi looked at him, and said something irrelevant: "I read a sorcery book earlier, which recorded a method to return the remnant soul to its place."

"The remnant soul returns?" Chu Shiluo frowned, somewhat puzzled.

All living beings in the five realms are different, but they all have three souls and seven souls. After death, the souls belong to the jurisdiction of the ghost clan.It stands to reason that once the soul is scattered, it is equivalent to disappearing from this world forever, and there is no chance of reincarnation.

"En." Cheng Mochi nodded, "The remnant souls refer to those souls whose souls have been scattered for less than seven days. Although the souls are broken at this time, they are still wandering between the heaven and the earth. If some tricks are used, they can be summoned back."

"However, there are many conditions for this kind of sorcery." Cheng Mochi turned his head to look at Hai Chuan, wanting to test whether he knew about it, but when he saw Hai Chuan's expression, he didn't ask this question.

At this time, Hai Chuan still maintained the posture of looking up at the stone statue, his side face was soft, and there were some incomprehensible complex emotions in his eyes.

He looked sad and lonely, as if he was cut off from everything in the outside world, with only the tearful stone statue in his eyes.

Cheng Mochi withdrew his gaze, and at the same time, his hand was held by Chu Shiluo.

He was stunned for a moment, then held by Chu Shiluo, brought him to the futon where he was sitting just now, and sat down.

The two huddled together on a futon, and Cheng Mochi's back was pressed against Chu Shiluo's. Even through several layers of clothing, Cheng Mochi could still feel that Chu Shiluo's body was very thin.

"Continue." Chu Shiluo said softly.

Cheng Mochi touched the ears that were a little hot, and continued: "There are many conditions for sorcery, probably, the owner of the remnant soul must have died in vain, and the soul must die within seven days, and the caster must feed with his own flesh and blood."

Chu Shiluo asked: "What about the method?"

"First of all, build a temple for people to worship for the owner of the remnant soul, and build it in a place with the most vitality. After that, the caster needs to trap the soul of the murderer near the temple and order the murderer to I worship and repent, and dedicate my vitality to the temple owner."

Chu Shiluo asked again: "If it is said that this young man died in vain, then these villagers are the murderers, but the one who caused the young man to return to the village in embarrassment, isn't he the biggest murderer?"

These words made Hai Chuan, who had been standing there for a long time, respond.

He looked sideways and asked, "What did Brother Chu just say?"

Chu Shiluo said: "I said, the biggest murderer who killed the boy is not among this group of villagers."

Hai Chuan paused for a moment, his face was a little gloomy, and he didn't speak.

"Master, who do you think will be the caster?" Cheng Mochi asked.

Chu Shiluo said: "To be able to know this collection of sorcerers and to be able to do it, it must be a certain great power."

Cheng Mochi nodded: "That makes sense. Is there anyone you suspect?"

"Not yet." Chu Shiluo paused and said, "However, if a village boy who lives near the sea has the opportunity to know some great power, there is only one possibility."

Cheng Mochi thought for a while and said, "Shui tribe?"

"Shuizu..." Hai Chuan repeated, then laughed and said, "You two are really amazing, I didn't expect that."

Cheng Mochi said reservedly: "I don't dare to do it, we two just talk casually, brother Haichuan don't want to be ridiculous."

......

The three of them had nothing to say and chatted for a few words, then quieted down again, and ghosts and wolves were still howling outside the temple.

"Master." Cheng Mochi said suddenly.

Chu Shiluo responded: "What's wrong?"

"My hands are cold." As Cheng Mochi said, he stretched out his left hand and placed it on Chu Shiluo's arm.

Because the two of them were facing each other, this posture looked extremely awkward, but Cheng Mochi didn't think there was anything wrong, and raised his eyes and smiled brightly at Haichuan.Hai Chuan's face was complicated, and he tried his best not to roll his eyes.

But Chu Shiluo turned over, where Cheng Mochi couldn't see, he didn't have the usual indifferent image.

Cheng Mochi put his hand on his arm and patted him.

Chu Shiluo suddenly smiled, then raised his hand to hold Cheng Mochi's.

"Hiss!" Cheng Mochi only felt a chill rushing up his left hand.

He wanted to withdraw his hand, but was held tightly by Chu Shiluo.

"Master." Cheng Mochi looked back at him with a smile, and then poured some spiritual energy into his hands, his hands instantly became hot, even Chu Shiluo's hands became much hotter.

As if he didn't expect Cheng Mochi to do this, Chu Shiluo let go of his hand abruptly and ignored him.

Cheng Mochi slowly withdrew his hand, and suddenly thought of something.

When Chu Shiluo woke up this morning, he said that he had crossed the line.But in fact, when he woke up, Cheng Mochi had already woken up, logically he shouldn't know.

Cheng Mochi asked several times, but Chu Shiluo didn't say why he found the two of them had crossed the boundary.

Now, Cheng Mochi has figured it out.

The higher the realm of the kung fu practiced by the monk, the greater the influence on the practitioner himself, just like Chu Shiluo, who practiced the water kung fu, he looked clear and cold from the inside out, even his body was cold.

But just now Cheng Mochi warmed Chu Shiluo's hand with himself. When he hugged Chu Shiluo this morning, he didn't feel cold. It should be Cheng Mochi who warmed him with his own body.

That's why Chu Shiluo knew that the two of them must have slept close.

After another half an hour, the group of ghosts finally dispersed, and the whole village became eerily quiet again.