my God

The mountain god sat in the gazebo and gnawed the last piece of pig's trotter beautifully.He took out the tissues prepared by the merchant in his pocket, wiped the corners of his mouth and hands, and then stood up contentedly and walked out of the booth.

After finally getting the dharma body, he cherished these two hours and decided to take a longer walk to feel the joy of walking and experience the feeling of "down-to-earth".

As for where to walk, of course it is in the direction Song Yan walked.

When Song Yan was walking this way, he guessed that this boy must go through the town and then go in the direction of Daqingling, so that he would arrive home just at dawn.

The mountain god walked towards the town unhurriedly.When he reached the intersection between the town and the city center, he saw a group of people coming from the town.

Everyone in the team was dressed in white filial piety. The leader had a mournful face and a small basket on his left arm, which was full of white paper money. He grabbed the paper money and lifted them up as he walked, and the paper money was flying in the air. , ended up everywhere in the street.

Behind the money-spreading man were several people, some were carrying spirit banners, some were holding paper-wrapped boys and girls, and some were carrying big paper cows; behind them were four people carrying a large black coffin, The coffin seemed to be very heavy, and it was very difficult for the coffin-bearers to bow their heads; at the end of the line were a few female relatives, who kept their heads down and wept, and their sobbing sounds were particularly creepy in the middle of the night.

The mountain god could tell at a glance that this group of people was not alive, and knew that they were catching up with ghosts for a funeral.

Ghosts are also mortal, and when their souls are scattered, they are considered to be truly dead. There is no reincarnation or afterlife, and all the consciousness and memory they once had are wiped out.

The mountain god glanced at the paper-stitched ox, and said to himself: It is unlucky enough to see a ghost go to a funeral, and the burial is a woman, so the yin will be even heavier. If a living person sees it, it might die.

He already has a cleanliness habit, and now his dharma body is condensed outside his divine body. He hates being contaminated by these filthy things, so he turned around and walked to another street, deciding to bypass the town and go directly to the intersection leading to Daqingling Wait for Song Yan.

Just when he and the funeral procession were running in opposite directions, each turning into an intersection and about to lose sight of each other, he suddenly heard a soft sound.

It was the sound of beating wooden boards, very slight, but the mountain god could hear it very clearly.He stopped, looked towards the team that was about to disappear, and his eyes fell on the coffin.

After waiting for a while, the coffin made no more sound, and the funeral procession completely turned into the intersection and disappeared. Then the mountain god dispelled his doubts and went in the predetermined direction.

***

wow——

The sound of wooden planks rubbing against each other sounded.

Song Yan was startled and woke up.

There was finally a glimmer of light in front of him, he opened his eyes slightly, and saw that the sedan door in front of him was opened, and it was still dark outside, but the moonlight was very hazy, as if covered by thin clouds.

A person suddenly poked his head over from the side of the sedan door, startling Song Yan.

It was a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance. Seeing Song Yan staring at him, he grinned. The smile was very unnatural and seemed a little stiff.

Song Yan just wanted to ask what was going on, but found that he couldn't open his mouth or make a sound.

Is he being...fixed?

The man didn't say anything, and stretched out his hand directly towards Song Yan. In Song Yan's panic, he pulled a piece of silk ribbon, and then pulled hard, and Song Yan was pulled out of the sedan chair.

It was only then that Song Yan discovered two things: one was that his hand was holding the silk ribbon at the other end of the hydrangea tightly at some point, and the other was that his body did not obey his command at all.

He was pulled forward by the middle-aged man, even though he was unwilling, his feet still walked forward slowly; even though his body was very stiff, his legs could move forward as usual.

Now that he can't even control his body, Song Yan doesn't dare to panic anymore. After all, he can't even shout at this time. It is unrealistic to expect others to save him. Only when he calms down can he have a chance.

He couldn't look around, he could only look forward with his neck stiff.

In front is a small house with ancient architectural style, blue-gray tiles, dark red paint, and lattice-like windows, all pasted with white paper.

Through the open door, you can see that there are many people gathered inside, but these people are standing quietly, without the slightest lively atmosphere.

On the wall facing the entrance, there is a big happy letter, but the happy letter is not festive red, but cut out of white paper; on the altar under the happy letter, there are a pair of white candles and chickens. , Fish, pork knuckle, tofu, steamed buns, etc. are commonly used offerings when going to the grave.

Song Yan was completely chilled from the inside out!

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see that he was wearing a red wedding gown, and his hairpin had fallen somewhere. His long black hair was floating on the back of his chest, and the other end of the ribbon in his hand was being grabbed by the man in front left. In his hand, as long as he steps into the threshold of the house in front of him, he will worship the heaven and earth with that man!

If you really worship him, even if he is a man, he is the spouse of the other party!What's worse, even if he is a living person, he will become a dead person!And as long as the "ghost husband" doesn't let go, he will always be the man's ghost wife, and he doesn't even have the right to be reincarnated!

Seeing that the distance from the house was getting closer and closer, Song Yan was so shocked that he couldn't even break out in a cold sweat, but felt his hands and feet getting colder and colder!

what to do?Of course you can't sit still!

He is a Taoist disciple, so he can't be bullied by ghosts and stare blankly, right?What's more, this is a terrible thing!

He tried to move the tip of his tongue, but found that his tongue was stiff and difficult to move, so he tried hard while silently chanting the Golden Light Mantra——

Xuanzong of heaven and earth, the root of ten thousand qi.Cultivate extensively for thousands of eons, and prove my supernatural powers.Inside and outside the Three Realms, only Tao is the only one.The body has a golden light, covering my body...

Song Yan was still reciting the spell silently, but his feet had already crossed the threshold.

He and the man stood in front of the altar, only to hear a short man with long braids and a melon cap chanting: "I invite the newcomers to pray to heaven and earth—"

Song Yan finished reciting the golden light mantra quickly, and when the short man was about to shout "Bow to heaven and earth", he also shouted the last mantra in his heart: the light of heaven!Light of the Earth!The light of the sun, the moon and the stars!The great light of ordinary light shines in the ten directions!I obey the Taishang Laojun to be as urgent as a law!

As soon as the word "Ling" came out, he finally mobilized his tongue, pushed the tip of his tongue into the gap between his teeth and bit it hard.

Pfft——As the blood spurted out from the tip of his tongue, Song Yan's head also nodded forward.

Finally able to move!

But just when he raised his head and hadn't moved yet, the man beside him quickly reached out and grabbed his neck with a hand.

Song Yan was pinched so hard that he couldn't breathe. If this continues, he will definitely not be able to escape, and there will be even more terrifying bridal chamber...

He immediately used his right hand to break off the man's fingers, while he pinched the hand formula with his left hand, and recited the Golden Light Mantra again.

This time the Golden Light Curse was a little more effective, and the strength on Song Yan's neck finally began to decrease, and he was able to breathe smoothly!

Just when the two of them were at a stalemate, there was a loud "boom—" above their heads, followed by bricks and sand falling from above.

"Ah—" The guests who had been silent before suddenly howled and fled in all directions.

The man holding Song Yan refused to let go. He stared at Song Yan and said hoarsely, "Bride...Bride..."

"Fuck you bride!"

Although Song Yan shouldn't utter bad words after entering the Taoist sect, he is still a young man after all, so he can't care so much in a fit of anger.

He forcefully opened the man's fingers, then made a fist with his left hand and punched the man's face, but the man suddenly disappeared, making his fist empty.

boom--

There was another loud bang, as if someone was constantly hitting the roof in the air.

The bricks and rubble kept falling, and the entire roof was crumbling. Song Yan stood in the room while avoiding the falling stones, while looking around for the trace of the man, but he never found where the man was hiding.

"Song Yan!" Someone shouted.

Song Yan heard that the voice belonged to Shenjun, and immediately became happy. Just as he was about to say yes, a big hand suddenly stretched out from behind and covered his mouth and nose.

With a bang, the door closed quickly, and the light in the room disappeared instantly.

Song Yan struggled in the dark for a long time but failed to break free from the shackles of the man behind him. Soon after, he became dizzy and lost consciousness again.

***

The mountain god rushed to the intersection from the town to Daqingling first, but he didn't see Song Yan after waiting for a long time.

"This kid is walking too slowly." He couldn't help complaining, but after thinking about Song Yan's physical condition, he couldn't help adding, "Isn't it just a loss of Yang Qi..."

He was somewhat guilty, after all, Song Yan's yang energy was sucked away by him, and it was the first time he sucked someone else's yang energy, it didn't matter at all, and he didn't know if Song Yan's condition was serious.Seeing Song Yan not coming, he released his consciousness and took the initiative to perceive Song Yan's position.

But he let go of his consciousness a hundred miles away, but he couldn't sense Song Yan's breath.

This is very wrong!

Song Yan's current condition can't run at all. It is impossible to walk so far in more than half an hour by walking alone; he is ordered by his teacher to patrol the streets, and it is impossible to take a taxi to go to other places; The mountain temple is even more within the perception range of the mountain god, it is impossible not to even know that he has gone back...

The mountain god suddenly regretted it.

When Song Yan left the gazebo alone, he thought about his safety, but then he thought, he should let this kid practice more, so as not to wait for him to rescue him all the time, so he didn't stop him from going.

After all, as long as he let go of his spiritual sense, he can control everything in a radius of hundreds of miles; and as long as Song Yan calls him, he can also feel it.

Right now, he couldn't sense Song Yan's direction, nor could he sense Song Yan's call, so he felt something was wrong!

Could it be that the kid was hidden?

That black coffin!

The mountain god suddenly remembered the funeral procession he saw at the crossroads.

The coffin was knocked once, so it must be Song Yan inside...

He didn't have time to think about it, and immediately ran the way he came and went.

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The mountain god feels his face hurts (*￣︿￣)