Cang Ji did not understand the bitterness of the word "Li", and was indifferent to the cry of the child. But the woman's final sound made him horrified. He was about to pull aside the miscellaneous branches to take a closer look, when he felt that the virtual scene was sinking like water and shattered at his feet in the blink of an eye. The bells rattled like a jingle, and the noise made Cang Ji open his eyes in an instant.
Unexpectedly, when I opened my eyes, the bell was still ringing rapidly.
Cang Ji's six senses were keen, and he turned his head sharply, only to see Gu Shen sitting in the room, shaking with a bell in hand.
Gu Shen only stopped when he saw Cang Ji woke up. He was quite afraid of Cang Ji, so he held the paper talisman between his fingers and said to Cang Ji, "You two have been with me for a few days, why are you so precious?"
Cang Ji said: "Seeing that your flesh is firm, cooking is just right."
"There are many opportunities to sleep in the open air along the way. You didn't do anything. I'm afraid it's not for your appetite." Gu Shen crossed his legs and said sternly, "I am poor and living here, what are the two of you asking for?"
"Since you know I've been with me for a few days, why did you come to ask today?" Cang Ji poured the cold tea on the table, sniffed it, and poured it.
"I didn't confirm it until I saw you two last night." Gu Shen said, "If you have something to do, you can tell me frankly today."
"I'm asking for nothing." Jing Lin opened his eyes suddenly, "But there is something to help. You came here to find your home and wandered around the mountains, but didn't you realize that you were already at the mercy of others?"
"At the mercy?" Gu Shen looked suspicious, "Did you go around me and enter the city just to cook for the demon?"
"Looking for the family is the key." Jing Lin said, "If the funeral of Donglin can be attributed to the word 'death', then the bronze bell will find you for the word 'leave'. A dream last night reminded me that it has come Well, it's not for nothing."
"I don't know where my family is, so how can others help. Could it be..." Gu Shen's voice was stagnant.
"You don't know." Jing Lin was finally able to knead the back of his neck, closed his eyes and said, "There must be someone here who knows."
Shopkeeper Zhu was tied tightly. He wanted to cry but had no tears, so he could only beg: "The three of you are merciful! I'm just greedy, and I don't want to kill anyone."
"The knife is grinding your grandpa's neck." Gu Shen hugged his shoulders, "I'm still putting your mother's farts here."
"No, not dead." Shopkeeper Zhu blinked his eyes and squeezed out tears, he shook his body and kept mumbling, "I wait for the little monster in the mountains to see a living person for hundreds of years, how can we blame us for this? Woolen cloth!"
"Looking at your thin skin and tender meat, roll it in oil and fry it until it is crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. It must taste good." Cang Ji stepped on his back and pressed the pig essence down.
"No! No!" the shopkeeper Zhu cried, "There are more monsters in this mountain than me! You raise your hands and blow up others!"
"Do all the monsters here live in the city?" Jing Lin pushed aside the branches that had sprouted and turned around.
"All, all live here." Shopkeeper Zhu twitched and felt extremely aggrieved, "There were so many people who stretched their claws last night, you can't favor one over the other! If you want to eat both, I'm convinced..."
"Aren't you happy to stay in the mountains, pretending to be where people live." Cang Ji showed mercy and didn't step people into the mud.
"I myself live in the mountains." Shopkeeper Zhu wiped his face with his fat hands, and smacked his lips before continuing, "This place was originally a city of mortals, and then people died. Grandpa Mountain God lived alone and lonely, so he asked me to come in together. Every year When winter and spring are intertwined, you can only go out of the city to meet friends, but usually you can’t come in.”
"Why did the people in the city perish?"
Shopkeeper Zhu avoided his gaze, touched his stubby nose, and said nothing.
"Pick off his pig ears and eat it with a drink." Gu Shen pulled out the dagger from his waist, "I heard that demons eat people all day, and today I tell me that I often smell like demons."
Shopkeeper Zhu hurriedly immersed himself in the quagmire, and said in a panic, "Don't be busy! I said yes! There were no mountain gods in this place, so the people in the city didn't worship the gods, so there were monsters all around, and even the Division Division didn't want to. Take over. This city is evil. Most of the women are stern, and they don’t go out to the streets. They are locked in their houses all day, and occasionally come in and take a look. It’s just that the city is full of men! It’s just that although they don’t worship the gods of the nine heavens, they have always been The incense is prosperous, and there are many descendants. It is faster than the rat, the demon and the rabbit! When I went out to take a look, I only felt that the city was dead, and I was very afraid. It was so weird that it didn't look like a monster, but a demon. After a few years, the Division of Demarcation probably couldn't see it, so he sent Grandpa Mountain God to come here, and within three days, all the people in this city died."
Gu Shen said in amazement, "All dead?"
Shopkeeper Zhu said: "The group of monsters revels, thinking they can get the corpse to eat. Unexpectedly, Grandpa Mountain God refused to bury all the ten thousand people in the city underground. No, I don't know if it is exclusive, or just leave it alone..."
Just as Cang Ji was about to speak, a folding fan was lightly placed between his lips. Jing Lin thought about it, but did not ask.
Shopkeeper Zhu hugged his head and cried: "I've done all the talking! Grandpas, let me go! I have been practicing for a hundred years to cultivate my body. Not only is I old, but the skin is also rough and the meat is thick. It must taste like chewing wax!"
"Mountain God..." Gu Shen also seemed to notice something strange, "Where is Mountain God now?"
"The afterglow of the setting sun swept across the foot of the mountain, and when the mountain received the light, he would sleep at the foot of the mountain." Shopkeeper Zhu said, "My grandfathers, you can tell me what I said! The mountain god often travels the forest when he wakes up, not like a night patrol, but like a Looking for someone. Only he has been looking for a year and a year, and there is no visitor here at all."
After storekeeper Zhu answered, Jing Cang Ji kicked back to his original shape. The wild boar arch rolled in the muddy water, and then ran away filthy.
"How could gods kill indiscriminately." Gu Shen said, "I don't believe it."
"Maybe it's not a god." Jinglin's eyes swayed with the sun, and he said: "The little monsters in the mountains do not often encounter gods, and the Jiutian documents are not visible to everyone. If they are deliberately fabricated, no one here will notice."
"So bold." Cang Ji said, "You can't hold back a monster with a low cultivation base."
"You can only understand when you see it with your own eyes," Jing Lin said.
The day has been tilted, and the unitary time is approaching.
The drunk mountain monk was slapped and woken up.
Lying on his side, he grumbled reluctantly: "Disturbing people's dreams! Rolling! The spring equinox is approaching, and seedlings have already been planted in all the lands that go south, but you haven't traveled all the way to the mountains to the north! When farming, don’t blame everyone for scolding you!”
"Oh." Wu Qing's uniform swept his sleeves down the face of the drunk mountain monk, and someone came to untie his wine gourd, shook it for a while, and said with a bitter face, "However, I didn't leave a drop, I walked from the south, Going with dry mouth."
"Who is to blame!" The Drunk Mountain Monk turned over.
"I haven't seen you for a few days, but the more you live, the more desolate you are. There are countless wonderful things in the nine days, and you are the most shining one. No matter how bad others are, you will sleep on the branches. Anyway, if you can bluff people, you will be lying on this dilapidated street. It's like being beaten." Dong Jun threw his wine gourd and sat on the back of the drunk mountain monk, "Let me rest."
"Get out." The drunk mountain monk said annoyed, "I can sleep wherever I like, it's none of your business."
"Didn't I make a special trip to give you a fart?" Dongjun looked around and said, "I told you, you were really beaten. It's interesting, there are such heroes and heroes in this mid-transit, dare to Ask the name of the other person? I want to write a compliment myself and give it a good compliment, which is really pleasing."
The Drunk Mountain Monk stood up abruptly, but before he could pick up his wand, he took off his shoes and threw his head to Dongjun's face. Dongjun swiftly avoided it, took the shoes, and with an embarrassed expression on his face, he threw his fingers away in disgust.
"I'm so embarrassed." Dong Jun applauded, "Fight hard, fight well!"
"I will tear your mouth to pieces one day." The drunk mountain monk spat, "It smells bad! It's so cheap!"
Dongjun had a folding fan in his back collar. If he stood silently, just with this face, he could make a name for himself in the Nine Heavens. But this person just likes to open his mouth, and he just turns his good name into a notoriety that everyone hates. Who among the nine gods is not afraid of him? Even Cheng Tianjun had to retreat and pretend to sleep when he knew that he entered the hall.
He blew a cheerful little tune intermittently, without being angry at all, he laughed: "Why do you have to talk so fast, you and I are brothers, how can you be willing. Besides, this skin does not say that it will turn all living beings upside down, and it is still possible to lie to forgiveness. Drunk Mountain Monk, I'm sorry!"
The Drunk Mountain Monk even took off his other shoe: "Are you going to get out?"
"Go away!" Dong Jun didn't say a word, he rolled on the ground immediately, then got up and continued, "Isn't this over? How, I'm afraid it wasn't the same person who fought with you last night."
The Drunk Mountain monk put on his shoes: "I'm chasing the soul, you're doing things for you..."
"I saw the cracks on the ground come from one place, but you must have been the first to strike with a stick. Hidden in the mountains, this place is by no means a place where you can get to the Soul Chasing Prison. It's from others. Ordinary people's grievances will not make you hang on your heart, and ordinary monsters are not enough to mention. If you want to come here, this 'other' is mostly inseparable from the Nine Heavens Realm. I haven't heard of other people's lower realm recently, so this 'other', I'm afraid it's not An old friend?" Dong Jun leaned over and picked up the gravel, tsk tsk admiration, "You fought with others, you don't want them to have a few brushes. Haha, you must have suffered a dumb loss, so you fell asleep in despair, thinking I'll keep fighting until I recover. It makes me curious, these two..."
He stopped abruptly, turning the stone between his fingers. At this time, the sun was sinking, and the city was getting dark, he rubbed and said softly.
"This mark looks like a sword mark, what is it made of? You don't have to say it, I guess it's a fan. It's interesting, the fan makes it so sharp, it reminds me of a person."
The Drunk Mountain Monk immediately asked nervously, "Who?"
Dongjun threw the stone, took out the folding fan from the back, opened it with a "slap", and said, "It's not down there."
The Drunk Mountain Monk raised his magic wand with one foot, and without gossiping, knocked on the head. Dong Jun avoided dodging without rushing, Shan Heng caught the staff, sank slightly, and suddenly laughed again.
"Don't do it." He said, "You are fighting against people, but you really don't realize it. Who are you imitating every move?"
Drunk Mountain Monk's heart froze, and he saw Dongjun swinging around drunken sword flowers, the wind followed the fan, surrounded by frightening dragons. Although he didn't drink, his gait was very drunk! The Drunk Mountain Monk was so terrified that he almost thought he was pretending to be someone else to make fun of himself.
Who are those two people?
Jing Lin coughed a few times, Cang Ji carried him on his back, turned his head and asked, "Is it cold?"
Jing Lin said: "... There is a chill behind me."