It's good to be right, at least if you can't catch it, you can at least make sure that he won't go far, and there will always be some traces left. Xue Xian picked his chin at him, "After all, it's roughly where it is. "
Lu Twenty-seven said, "A mountain shaped like a dustpan."
"It's shaped like a dustpan?" Xue Xian didn't know much about the surrounding area, so he repeated a little blankly.
"Dustpan mountain!" Quietly staring at his apricot, he raised his head from the side, and said, "I know I know, well—go straight in that direction, go out of the main city gate and follow the southwest mountain road, from the forest You can get there by walking around the suburbs.”
Seeing that the sun was approaching noon, Xue Xian didn't want to delay. Hearing this, he immediately made the decision to leave. Listening to Xingzi's words, with their footsteps, it doesn't take much effort to get there.
"It's almost there, it's almost time to bypass that forest suburb." At the same time, at the end of the southwest mountain road, Taizhu, the leader of the Taichang Temple horse team, looked up at the mountain in front of him and said so.
Chapter 60: Silk in the Bone (5)
This dustpan mountain is as its name suggests. It is located behind a wild forest, close to a small village on the outskirts of Qingping County, and at the foot of the mountain on the sunny side is a large paddy field.
But since it is called a dustpan, it is because there is a large depression on the side facing the sun, and the depression is filled with mist all the year round, and it is extremely thick. Occasionally, there are those who stumble and fall, or those who are curious and groping in by themselves, but they never come out again.
There are so many rumors about Dustpan Mountain nearby. Some people say that too many people died in the depression, and it is a mass grave. Others say that there are residents there, and occasionally you can hear vague human voices and babies cry. The sound was terrifying, and I didn't know if it was a human or a ghost.
There are various theories, but none of them can be confirmed.
More than ten years ago, there were still people who wanted to die, but now I can't find such a lifeless person. So much so that the legends have faded away, and few people will talk about it on weekdays. The younger generation doesn't know much about other than that there is a dustpan and that there is no chaos there.
The group of Taichang Temple walked stubbornly, avoiding the small villages and paddy fields on the sunny side, and went straight to the mountain. Before walking far, I saw the fog and miasma of Dustpan Mountain.
Taizhu raised his hand again, stopped the people behind him, turned his face and asked, "Girl, which way do these two roads go?"
The two roads in front of you, one bypassed the depression and led to the side of the mountain, while the other was deeply hidden in the mist.
The fog was wet and cold, and there was a faint smell of wood, or a scent of yào. In short, whether it looks or smells, it looks like a du.
Taibu has confirmed many times along the way, but at this time he glanced at the turtle's back again, and finally pointed at the misty face with a heavy expression: "It's true, go here."
Taizhu sighed with a "hey", and turned his head towards the people behind him and said, "Let's not talk about it, everyone will protect your face... and your eyes first."
After all, they are all mortal, and no one is stupid enough to be too arrogant without knowing the truth.
The people of the first horse team took out a small sachet from their arms when they heard the words, one person poured a pill that can withstand duxing and put it in his mouth, and then picked up a simple and simple sachet, pressed it on the The front of the nose under the mask.
Taibu took out a crescent moon bell from the side pocket on the horse's back, and the silver edge was decorated with a circle of small octagonal bells.
She raised her hand and took out a stack of paper talismans, swiped one into the thick fog, rang the crescent moon bell three times, and then clamped the horse's belly. The horse under him walked steadily towards the thick fog and miasma amid the fine chime of the bell.
Taibu started at the head, Taizhu followed closely, and the entire horse team changed from two columns to one, and approached the mist in an orderly manner.
In the fog and miasma, there was nothing but whiteness, and even the horse under him lost half of his body. This feeling of being inseparable from the front and rear is extremely easy to make people feel uneasy and frightened.
However, Taibu's face was full of vigilance instead of panic. She frowned and kept a steady rhythm of five steps and one bell, and led the slender horse team into the depths of the mountain. Halfway through the line, there was a young man in the team behind. It was the first time I saw this kind of battle, and I was a little flustered in the thick fog.
Once people panic, the breath will be chaotic. As soon as the boy's rash entered the miasma, he accidentally inhaled a few extra breaths, so that the miasma directly entered his nose and mouth.
He hadn't even walked three steps away when he heard a muffled sound of "touch--", and the man slipped off his horse and fell to the ground, grabbing his neck and pulling the bellows, panting. The person behind him couldn't bear it. After adjusting his breath, he forcibly endured the uneasiness. He raised his hand and pulled the convulsing teenager up, barely pulling him up.