Fox spirit's self-cultivation

In the yellow sand, a team of archaeologists is exploring everywhere with instruments.

Zhen Hanshan, who was wearing a sun visor, raised his hand, and a gleaming monk's stick was stuck on the ground: "It's here. Stop and dig down."

The archaeologists looked at the empty place and said hesitantly: "Sir, the quicksand pit our partner dropped is three hundred miles away. Even though the quicksand moves very fast, it can move a hundred miles in two days. Isn't that too much?" Exaggerated?"

According to the weird people in front of him, are Lao Zhang and the others still...alive?

Of course, the last sentence is not easy to ask.

"It should be here, the mark of the spell left by Kong Mo disappeared here." Zhen Hanshan said, he turned to look at Lu Xinghe, "Master Demon God, have you figured out where Kong Mo and the others are?"

"Directly below." Lu Xinghe looked at the foothold of Zhenhan Mountain, his face was extremely tired because of the long journey, he frowned, "Can't the others still be contacted?"

"Yeah, Xu Xun, Zheng Xuanli, Kong Lingxiao, they don't know where they went." Zhen Hanshan wiped his sweat and said with a wry smile.

A few minors were unable to accompany this operation, and Mo Yu and Situ Qiang were temporarily unable to leave due to their duties. Except for Kong Mo who sent a message saying that he had discovered the existence of a mirage and went to investigate, the others completely disappeared.

He took out his phone and looked again, the last message was still from Kong Mo a few hours ago.

"Kong Mo said that he suspected that there was a mirage here. But didn't the mirage disappear long ago? It is a magical thing that can turn illusory things into reality. If it really exists in the world, the world may be turned upside down."

Mirage is a kind of dragon. It is said that when you breathe out, it can turn into pavilions, towers and pavilions, and then the mirage will carry the buildings formed by its own breath on its back. Every six years, the mirage will shed its shell, and the buildings on the mirage will stay on the ground.If you are lucky enough to encounter a mirage, follow the traces of the mirage's actions to find a circle, maybe you can find the palace left behind by the mirage's shelling.

According to ancient records, mirage is a kind of dragon, which can drive away evil spirits and guard a side of water and soil. If mirages appear in a certain place, it is a symbol of auspiciousness, which means that evil spirits will be driven out.

Lemuel, who was following Lu Xinghe, glanced at the familiar place and suddenly realized.

"There is indeed a god here. We saw a huge monster on the way here before, and we also noticed the presence of the god. There is a powerful heroic spirit here, invading his territory. You should be careful."

It turns out that the heroic spirits in this place have other names, mirage?I don't know what the relationship between Mirage and Cthulhu is.

"Heroic spirits? You mean monsters transformed from spirit bodies?" Zhen Hanshan hadn't had much contact with foreign exorcists, let alone with angels, not to mention that these two angels were extremely cold along the way. It was easy to speak, and Zhen Hanshan asked curiously.

But the boyish blond angel glanced at him, and said indifferently: "Stupid human beings. Heroic spirits and monsters are different. In the teachings of heaven, heroic spirits are gods, gods bound by obsessions in the world, It is also the most holy existence that the human soul can reach."

Zhen Hanshan snorted: "Isn't that still a monster?"

Bound by obsession, no matter how powerful it is, it is classified as a monster in the cognition of demon hunters.

They only divide according to the cognition of the demon hunters. As for the system of heaven that the angel said, it is somewhat unacceptable in this land.

Although Zhen Hanshan was a monk, he was born with a mocking face, and the angels were not happy after saying this.

Uriel's cheeks puffed up: "Stupid human beings, of course this is different! Just like red snake fruit and apple are not the same thing, pineapple and pineapple are not the same thing, heroic spirits and monsters are of course different!"

"... Isn't snake fruit just Huaniu apple? Pineapple is also a kind of pineapple, so heroic spirits should also be a kind of monster. I'm really right. You foreigners like to make some things. It's a fancy name. The sand is really hard to dig, so I'll call and send a forklift over here, so I can dig faster."

Zhenhan Mountain's bar essence attribute was activated in a second, and he replied smoothly.

Seeing a group of archaeologists holding tools to detect first and then start, the efficiency is extremely low, Zhen Hanshan took out his mobile phone and wanted to make a call.

Uriel clenched his fists: This damn heathen is very angry, but as an angel representing the holy, he can't go back, and he won't go back even if he is stupid, which makes him even more angry!

Annoyed, Uriel thought for a while, pulled Lemiel over, and said a few words to Lemiel. Lemiel adjusted his glasses and nodded. Go to the other side.

A certain professor who has been silent since seeing Uriel and Lemuel coughed, and then stepped forward to stop Zhenhanshan with a smile: "Master, archeology is not good, if there are cultural relics under the sand, you will Destroying cultural relics. Every relic is a veil of history, we should gently lift it and brush off the dust of history, so as to discover the true face of the past.”

Zhen Hanshan looked at Long Dahai who was holding a thermos cup and drinking tea against the sun.

"Veil? Truth? Huh?"

These educated people spoke in a polite manner, and he, a rough man, didn't know how to answer the words.

The other party smiled, as if he would not lose his temper, and looked at the people around him with an inexplicable sense of kindness.

Zhen Hanshan organized the language and said: "Professor Long, we are here to save people."

Before, it was the professor who said that the sooner he could save people, the better. On the way, he disliked Lu Xinghe and the others for walking too slowly and reciting poems. Zhen Hanshan didn’t understand, but Lord Yaoshen’s expression was extremely ugly along the way. What the other party said was not a good thing, but when he got to the place, this person was not in a hurry, and directed a group of people to dig up the soil slowly with a small shovel.

The most outrageous thing is that they also have writing brushes and small brushes for women's makeup in their tools!

It's not good to use brushes and makeup brushes, you can't save people with brushes to the end of time!

"Young man, don't be impatient. You have to take your time to save people. Archaeological work is delicate work. Calm down and follow me. Breathe and breathe—" Long Dahai said more and more calmly. He is a good monk.

Long Dahai was really worried about Xiao Zhang and the others before, but when Lu Xinghe arrived, he noticed that Lu Xinghe seemed to be deliberately delaying time, so he urged them to move faster, but when they reached their destination...

Well, it was the breath of the Demon King that made him feel at ease.

It's a good feeling, Xiao Zhang and the others must be safe, of course, it's his job that matters. Based on the professionalism of archaeologists, he feels that the things under the sand need to be protected, so he should dig carefully and work carefully.

Seeing Professor Long's calm face, Zhen Hanshan couldn't calm down anymore.

What's the matter with this professor, the student's life and death are unknown, and he only thinks about archaeology?Learning from this kind of teacher, would the members of the archaeological team be better off?

But following such a sour cultural person, who doesn't know how to answer, talking like usual, will this kind of anger pass out, right?He soaked goji berries in a thermos in the desert. Although he looked strong, he must have a weak constitution.

Zhen Hanshan was very conflicted.

Lu Xinghe glanced around, and suddenly said: "Professor Long, where is the student surnamed Shi who is running errands beside you?"

Just arrived before, the other party followed a group of people to plan the sand. At a certain moment, Lu Xinghe felt a flash of demonic energy on that student.

If ordinary people have evil thoughts in their hearts, they will indeed gather demonic energy, but the appearance and disappearance of the demonic energy on the opponent's body is almost imperceptible. If Lu Xinghe hadn't been checking the surroundings, he would have almost ignored it.

He thinks there is something wrong with that student.

"You said Shi Lei, you went to pick up a junior from my family. Didn't you just find something interesting, I want to open the eyes of the junior too."

Long Dahai said with a smile, raised his eyes and looked into the distance, his eyes that had been squinting opened slightly, showing deep eyebrows.

"Professor Long's junior, is he also a member of the archaeological team?" Lu Xinghe stared at him. The moment Long Dahai opened his eyes, he always felt that Long Dahai looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen this person before. , and the people he knew clearly shouldn't be here, so he tried to test the way.

Long Dahai took a sip of hot tea: "It's not the archaeological team, it's a child from a relative's family. He's very cute, but he's too young. He was sent to high school recently. That child is always arguing that he's too tired to go to school, and his energy can't keep up." In the morning, I was thinking about nourishing the child's body, didn't I find something good, and quickly called the child over."

A member of the archaeological team heard it and muttered: "Professor, what good things can there be here are sand and soil. If you really want to replenish your body, just buy some nutrition. How can you replenish your body by calling people into the sand?"

"When did you teach me a lie? There are so many good things in this place, Dabu."

Long Dahai laughed and said, looking at Lu Xinghe, "Mr. Lu, do you think so?"

Danfeng's eyes, which had been squinting all the time, opened slightly, a golden streamer flashed in the eyes, and Lu Xinghe was startled.

This person is really my old acquaintance!

Who is he?

Lu Xinghe was a little suspicious, and couldn't help staring at the opponent, but soon Long Dahai withdrew his gaze, walked to a group of archaeologists, and directed the opponent's actions.

Can't wait any longer.

Lu Xinghe's hand placed by his side moved slightly, his fingers were pricked, and a drop of blood silently sank into the sand under his feet.

Long Dahai didn't seem to notice it: "Xiao Zheng, turn to the left to avoid the stone."

A student muttered: "Professor, where are the stones here?"

As soon as the words fell, the shovel in his hand hit a hard object.

Long Dahai stepped forward, raised his hand and probed into the sand, his arms were all stuck in the sand, he directly grabbed something, he sank into his dantian, and ruthlessly tugged.

The sand was blown up all over the sky, and Long Haisheng pulled out a large stone tablet from the sand. He moved his wrist and put the stone tablet on the ground: "Isn't the stone dug up now?"

A group of students all clapped their hands as if they were watching acrobatics: "Professor is amazing!"

"Professor, you are really amazing. You still say you don't know how to do qigong. This is really real kung fu!"

Zhen Hanshan's eyeballs in the distance can't wait to stare out.

Doesn't it mean that every relic is the veil of history, which should be lifted gently to wipe off the dust of history. This professor Long just lifted the veil of history "gently"?

With such a posture, this professor probably directly raised the cranium of history!

Long Dahai still smiled and said, "The old man is just stronger. What a real kung fu, I'm laughing at you. It seems that we can also dig up a lot of good things here. Bring tools over here, and we will sweep the sand off the stone tablet and rub the inscription on it." Print it."

A group of archaeologists moved in an orderly manner, and soon the stele was sorted out. Long Dahai lay down on the stele and began to rub the characters.

"Professor, why is there a stone tablet here? It's so strange."

The disciples gathered around Long Dahai and asked.

Long Dahai squinted his eyes and said, "This is a boundary marker, a marker that separates the divided independent territory from other lands, but this is not an ordinary boundary marker, it is also a stone tablet that states the crimes of the people in the land of exile. After a person dies, the deceased is still condemned, and she is expected to stay where she is and not to leave. There are too many martyrs in ancient times, and this kind of stele will also be erected, which is completely opposite to the current stone stele.

Its function is similar to the kneeling statues of those historical sinners we know, it is just a fig leaf for the incompetent authorities to divert the attention of ordinary people. "

It was a custom for the ancients to erect steles. In a sense, steles are the residences of ghosts and can stabilize the souls. However, writing the crimes of a group of people on the boundary stele has a different meaning.

"Let me take a look at the crimes. Oh, the blood is filthy and low... treason, kinsicide... Hen Sichen... instructing priests to use witchcraft to murder the royal family... There are many crimes."

Long Dahai clicked his tongue, "Looking at the records on this stele, it seems that this stele is suppressing a group of heinous people."

As soon as the words "heinous and unforgivable" were finished, yellow sand rolled up around the stone tablet.

"Woo-oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

It seemed that a group of people were crying, cracks appeared on the stele, and the writing was stained red with blood.

The students were bluffed and backed away, but the astronomical anomaly was not over yet, and large goose-feather-like snowflakes fell down in the yellow sand.

The sunny sky turned gloomy and gloomy in an instant. The archaeologists pulled on their clothes and shivered: "Professor...it's snowing in the desert!"

"Tsk tsk, what a great injustice." Long Dahai shook his head and sighed softly.

At this moment, a man walked slowly with a cane in the wind and sand in the distance, with long messy hair hanging over his shoulders, and the man's voice came from far and near: "Heinous, hehehe, heinous! Ridiculous, really ridiculous! !"

Mixed with the mocking voice, the roar of the strong wind became clearer.

The wind blew over the stele, making a shrill whine, like the cries of a group of people getting louder and sadder.

The people in the distance quickly came to the front of the crowd.

It was an old man in tattered gray clothes, with disheveled white hair draped over his shoulders, holding a cane in his hands, but half of his body was rotten, his eyes were empty, and maggots could even be seen wriggling, his shriveled lips were motionless, and his voice was It spread to everyone's ears continuously.

"After so many years, some people still say that she is heinous... My princess, our princess... Why, why did fate play tricks on us like this! Ahhhhhhh!"