Zhong Cheng said that sitting in the middle of a group of evil things, it looked like a big red date surrounded by steamed cakes.
With Yin Ren's shell on his head, he didn't dare to sit too heavily while sitting, so he just curled up in place gently. Countless evil creatures were running around him, and from time to time they would take out some unknown little things from the depths of the forest, but they would bleed anyway.
Not far away, Huang Jin, the Huangliang version, collapsed into a poached egg on the ground, too lazy to move. Ge Tingting found a tree shadow and took a nap in the cool mountain breeze.
Waiting where you are is indeed the most basic way of coping. But Zhong Cheng said something felt wrong.
Although it is important to investigate the evil data from thousands of years ago, the ultimate goal of Shi'an's trip is to find out what Yin Ren is. The center of their observation must be Yin Ren, the "Great Heavenly Master".
But now that the protagonist, the Great Heavenly Master, is standing still and has not done what he should do, it is inevitable that the memory environment will be biased. Small deviations are fine... If something big goes wrong, no one knows what will happen.
After all, the original plan was guided by Yin Ren himself and everyone watched it peacefully.
Zhong Cheng thought about it for a moment, looking around among the evil objects a few times, and picked out only the ones that could probably speak human language. Seeing the Great Celestial Master approaching, the hairless monkey-like evil creature caressed Zhong Cheng's calf affectionately.
"I have a headache and can't remember things." Zhong Cheng said, turning his head in a decent manner, "How far are we from that place?"
"It's just down the mountain, sir." Xie Wu's back was hunched and his voice was hoarse. "But it's only the seventh day of the new year. People in your village have to prepare, and we have to wait for two more days. If you're hungry, sir, Let’s go into the mountains and get more wild fruits—the fruits are sweet in autumn, so I’ll have enough.”
Under layers of red cloth, Zhong Cheng said he opened his eyes.
The seventh day of September.
Just a few months ago, in the archives, in Yin Ren's memory. Whether it's the winding dirt road outside the village or the sparse houses at the end of the village, they are all the same as what Yin Ren remembers.
On the ninth day of September, the Great Celestial Master Zhong Yi will return to that village. According to that evil thing, today is the seventh day of September...
At the end of the Gong Dynasty, it was the ninth day of September. A fierce evil spirit was born in Yin Village - the legendary hometown of the Great Heavenly Master Zhong Yi's mother's family. Just as the Great Heavenly Master returned home, Zhong Yi sealed the evil spirit directly in the village, which was considered the sealing operation with the smallest casualties among mortals in history.
Eighty percent of them are asking for rewards.
It's a logical destination.
Even this very moment is most likely Yin Ren's worst memory.
He pulled out a short knife, which was very similar in shape to "Evil Fruit". The blade was indeed an ordinary iron-gray color. Judging from the traces of use on the metal, this is probably the knife that Yin Ren usually uses to eat meat.
But legends often don't mention that before Zhong Yi confronted Ji Sha, Yin Village had already been bloodbathed by the Yi Luo army.
After saying that, the evil thing looked at Zhong Cheng eagerly, with an expression like a child begging for candy.
The dust, death and evil are all buried in the deepest part of history in just a few lines of words.
Zhong Cheng said that when he closed his eyes, countless information about the coming of gods and evil spirits flashed through his mind, and finally settled on a short record.
Lu Xiaohe and Fu Xingchuan are both smart people. They both know these metaphysical secrets and will find them sooner or later. Yin Ren... Yin Ren probably also knew the importance of this place. If he wanted to join him, he would choose this place.
Definitely the same village.
He recognized the arrangement of buildings, he had seen the village before.
After wearing the red gauze, Zhong Cheng said his pupils shrank.
Unfortunately, the scientist Zhongcheng said he had more than enough ambition but not enough energy. He forced himself to nod calmly and walked towards the mountainside pretending that nothing happened. The evil bald monkey didn't get any benefits and let out a whimper in its throat.
There were no trees blocking the edge of the cliff, and Zhong Cheng said he could vaguely see a small village in the rolling mountain fog.
But facing the evil spirit, Zhong Cheng said he felt apologetically and touched Yin Ren's body all over.
He picked up a strand of long black hair. At that time, Yin Ren's body was eroded and hurt by the evil power, but no wings had grown. But Zhong Cheng said he still subconsciously held it tightly, as if his lover was still by his side.
Right now, I have no weapons or equipment, and I don't know any spells. The pain restricted the movement of the body, making it difficult to even move.
Zhong Cheng said, taking a deep breath, and finally walked in the direction of the ninth group of two people.
"I discovered the village." He told the truth without saying much.
If it were in the past, he would definitely not take such a risk. But now…
I don’t know why, but Zhong Cheng said that he felt confident that he was not very scientific. He knew that Yin Ren must be looking for him too, so there would always be a way to solve the problem.
At least Fu Xingchuan is here, but if things go wrong, he will still have his head this time!
"Dogs bark? Ours didn't bark. My second aunt's house lost a big yellow dog. Did you see it?"
Fu Tianyi used some magic on himself, disguised himself as a Taoist boy, and went out to ask the villagers. And Fu Xingchuan was turned white by his magic, and he seemed to have a little more fairy energy.
"I didn't see it." Fu Tianyi glanced at Fu Xingchuan guiltily, "Auntie, think about it again. My master heard that hundreds of dogs sometimes barked in Yin Village, and he was a little curious."
"I don't know what white dog liver and lungs are. But when it comes to dog king, there is one in our village."
Now that the aunt had the material to talk about, she stopped pounding the clothes in her hands.
"Have you seen that ancestral temple? There is a sacred dog in it. That was brought by the patron saint of our village a hundred years ago. It was still a dog at the time! It has guarded our ancestral hall for a hundred years and has rescued many drowning children. Son. If someone is lost in the mountains, he will ask him to find him."
Fu Tianyi: "It's really a divine dog."
To be precise, it was probably the Great Heavenly Master who caught a canine evil cub from somewhere. Seeing that it was docile, I simply gave it to the villagers to support the village.
"No, last time there was a heavy rain and landslide, he barked in advance. Otherwise, the house at the east end of the village would have been flooded by mud... Hey, isn't that what you are talking about? When it barks, all the dogs will bark accordingly. ”
The aunt suddenly came to her senses. The white dog's paw stepped on the upper part of Fu Tianyi's shoes, and Fu Tianyi's expression twisted: "Thank you, aunt, I will go find my master to revive him right now."
After contacting Lu Xiaohe, the three of them went straight to the ancestral hall.
Only when it is fierce, its spirit is as chaotic as a piece of loose sand, and Shi'an can only extract an environment that makes it relatively comfortable. Now that there is the "strong frame" of Yin Ren's memory, Xi Sha's own memory is like a vine, winding up and filling in the gaps.
At first, Shi'an could only confirm that the prototype of the vicious evil was a "dog". Now it seems that the underground evil is most likely a dog evil that has been worshiped by the villagers for hundreds of years.
Although Lu Xiaohe was wearing old-fashioned shoes and socks, he still walked quickly and did not forget to take out the charcoal pen and paper from his arms.
Fu Xingchuan was the fastest runner. He quickly became familiar with the use of his four legs and ran like an arrow. No matter what happened to the so-called divine dog, the sooner they could control it, the better it would be for them.
However, when everyone ran to the shrine, they only found a bit of silk that had been roughly chewed to pieces, and a bowl full of untouched pig head meat.
The divine dog is gone.
The ancestral hall itself is very simple. On the altar are local specialties unique to mountain villagers, plus a few bowls of rough cold food. As the sun sets, its red rays of light cross the low wall, and everything seems to have been sent into a furnace.
"It's over." Fu Tianyi gritted his teeth, "I was caught first... I'll go find someone to ask!"
Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped out of the ancestral hall, he saw men carrying farm tools and equipment back to the house, and those who moved faster were already sealing the windows with bark boards.
The women carried buckets of water and carefully filled the water tanks at home. The old people brought poles and hung blue and red paper lanterns on the doors. The children seemed to be preparing for the New Year, playing and making noise in the yard, with snot running two feet long.
"The red light is on, the green light is on, and every house has its door closed. It's midnight, the melons and fruits are sweet, so be careful what you say when you turn your back to the door..."
They sang tunes with different tunes and grinned.
"Pray for peace, make blessings, close your eyes tightly and not see. The rooster sings, and the sound of its feet is far away. Come back next year to report peace..."
The originally quiet village seemed lively, with villagers coming and going with smiles on their faces.
"Fellow folks, what are you doing?" Fu Tianyi was furious. Unfortunately, he could only forcefully put on a leisurely smile as he stared at the shell of Huajisi's "Fu Shangliu".
"Prepare sacrifices to welcome the gods."
The man nearest them picked up two hares and answered the conversation attentively.
"The patron saint of our village comes to help every year. Gods are good at everything, but we can't look at him directly. This is not because we are afraid of old people and children wandering around. We all close our homes one day in advance to prepare sacrifices, which is also a festival. where."
Having said this, the man's face turned serious.
"Even if you are gods, don't stay and look around. Our gods are very powerful, so if you look at them casually, you might even get hurt... Hey, I'm going back first!"
Watching the man's retreating figure, Fu Tianyi felt like there was a weight in his stomach.
No wonder Yin Village was completely bloodbathed that year.
The villagers all stayed indoors, happily waiting for the arrival of their patron saint. But they did not wait for the gods, only the iron hooves of the invaders.
It's a pity that the tragedy is coming, and they can't even warn these people out loud.
This is an irreversible past, and arbitrarily interfering will only derail things. These villagers humming songs, nailing doors and windows, preparing sacrifices, these children running around and laughing, are already the withered bones of those who died tragically in the smoke of gunpowder thousands of years ago.
The lively scene in front of me suddenly changed, and the originally lively red color instantly turned into blood red.
It wasn't until there was a secret tug at his trouser leg that Fu Tianyi came back to his senses.
Fu Xingchuan raised his head and shook his head slowly.
Fu Tianyi glanced at Lu Xiaohe, who also had a bitter look on his face, and took a deep breath—finding the divine dog as soon as possible was what they should do now.
This search lasted several hours.
The sun sets and the stars burn. Every house has its doors and windows sealed, and the small mountain village becomes increasingly quiet. The three of them searched around the village. Fu Tianyi used all the exploration techniques available, but still found nothing.
The moment they returned to the ancestral hall again.
At the edge of the village, the warm candlelight in the window turned into flames all over the sky, and the gentle words turned into screams. The sound of horse hooves and shouts mixed together, bringing chaos and blood all the way to the center of the village.
Amidst the black smoke and wailing, the door of the house was kicked open and the tributes in front of the house were trampled to pieces. Half of the green and red lanterns rolled to the ground and were trampled into dirty, muddy confetti.
Lu Xiaohe couldn't bear to look anymore, so she retreated deeper into the ancestral hall, raised her head, and saw the target of their trip—
The big black dog had charms that concealed its aura floating around it. In the midst of the chaos, it squatted on the top of the ancestral hall, the firelight reflected in its dark eyes.
There was a strange mocking look on his face.
Not far away, the desperate mountain people had nowhere to escape. People instinctively ran to the ancestral hall carrying their injured relatives and friends.
"Master Yiren, help me!"
The bloody footprints of the mountain people dyed the stone steps of the ancestral hall red, and their shrill local voices cut through the night.
"Master Yiren, save us—"
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