"Anyway, from that day on, our Taohua Island has not received any foreign visitors for a long time, just for fear of encountering such a thing again."
When Wu Xingxue was rampant and unscrupulous, he probably didn't remember the time when the guest disciple was not deep and young, but his face was still pale when he mentioned these things. It can be seen that the shadow of this past event is so deep that it is almost word of mouth.
"At that time, Mr. Yi Wusheng and our Patriarch were the ones who were hit the hardest. After all, those who were murdered were close relatives." The hospitality disciple said, "Mr. There are many. The so-called healer does not heal himself, he needs to retreat for a period of time every year to recuperate, so as to avoid getting stuck on this path of practice."
"As for the Patriarch, he himself said that he was simply insane at that time."
In those few years, Hua Zhaoting was deeply suspicious, seeing everyone around him felt that there was something wrong—there were more than a thousand people on Taohuazhou, and each of them might be possessed by evil spirits. They pretended to be ordinary and harmless, and then waited for an opportunity to devour people on the continent.
The courtyard where Huazhaoting lives is called Jianhuatang.
In the past, there were 12 sword-wielding disciples led by the head of the house in the Jianhua Hall, and there were many disciples for cleaning and doing chores. After Wu Xingxue's incident, the entire Jianhua Hall was emptied.
All the disciples moved back to the Disciple Hall, and none of them stayed.
The patriarch of Huazhao Pavilion has developed the habit of living alone just like that, and he has to do everything in Jianhuatang by himself.
This habit has continued to this day.
"After that day, our Taohuazhou elders from the third hall became the fourth hall, and a punishment hall was added," said the disciple who received guests.
"Punishment hall? What do you do?" Wu Xingxue asked.
"To check for evil spirits." The disciple waiting for guests explained, "When all our disciples get up early in the morning, the first thing is to go to the punishment hall to report, and the elders of the punishment hall will search for the soul. Stick the soul-searching talisman on the wrist, and you will know whether it is It's not a demon, has it been possessed?"
"Daily?" Wu Xingxue looked surprised.
"Yes, every day." The disciple waiting for guests added: "One time in the morning and one time in the evening. After finishing homework in the evening, I also have to go to the punishment hall. Especially the disciples who are in charge of patrolling the island that day are the most dangerous."
"..."
The shadow is big enough.
Wu Xingxue said: "Then it's not easy for you elders of the punishment hall. You just do this kind of action from morning to night every day. People like this in the story book either revolt or go crazy."
Hospitality disciples: "..."
Wu Xingxue: "He'd better explore the soul himself."
Hospitality disciples: "...he was looking for it."
Wu Xingxue thought for a while, then said "Hmm", "So I said so much, is it for the sake of opening my mouth?"
Hospitality disciple: "?"
Wu Xingxue lifted up his sleeves very calmly, revealing a section of his wrist.
The disciple waiting for guests looked at his wrist, and after a moment of silence, he embarrassedly took out a piece of gold-patterned talisman paper with the word "flower" from his sleeve pocket.
He told such a long story about the past, and made so many foreshadowings, it was indeed for these two soul-searching talismans.
There is no way, the famous fairy sect like the Hua family needs face and good manners, no matter what, they must not lose the etiquette of hospitality. If it was a customer seeking medical treatment, he would be dragged to the torture hall for investigation as soon as he came to the door, and it would not sound good to hear it.
This method can only be used to follow the guidance, so that the guests feel that it is understandable and even necessary to be checked.
The disciple waiting for the guests shook the soul-searching talisman away, and saluted Wu Xingxue: "I'm offended. The Patriarch said it was indeed a helpless move, and I hope you can forgive me more."
"Should be. But your Patriarch must have explained that I accidentally bumped into someone else's body with a living soul. I wonder if I might be mistaken for a demon possessed by the soul-searching talisman?" Wu Xingxue paused for a moment, then Said, "Also, I don't know whether the original owner is good or bad."
Hospitality disciple: "Don't worry. To put it bluntly, even if the original owner of this body is heinous, as long as your soul is not a demon, nothing will happen. Moreover, even if the original owner of the heinous has a soul, this soul-detecting talisman will also have it." What is revealed will not be counted on your head."
"Oh, that's it." Wu Xingxue nodded.
After the guest disciple explained clearly, he had to stick the talisman on Wu Xingxue's wrist.
As a result, just as he was about to touch it, Wu Xingxue suddenly raised two fingers—blocking him.
The hospitality disciple was suddenly startled!
Even the puppet holding the sword raised its eyes, the sword seemed to move, and the chain sound made a slight shaking sound from somewhere.
"What's wrong?" The talisman of the guest disciple trembled, and he looked at the guest suddenly.
This Mr. Cheng is pretty handsome, but he can only be said to be "ordinary" when he falls into the fairy gate with outstanding temperament. But his eyes are good, especially when the light outside the window is in his eyes.
…
It didn't even fit that face a bit.
All of a sudden, the head of the guest disciple went numb, and cold air rushed up.
But he saw that Mr. Cheng smiled: "You are really interesting, why are you panicking?"
When he smiled, his eyes became brighter, like black amber washed by a cold spring.
... It really doesn't match the face.
The disciple who received the guests didn't relax much because of his smile, and the hair all over his body exploded, and he didn't dare to move at all.
Mr. Cheng saw it, and laughed a little this time: "Isn't the block just now quite exciting?"
Hospitality disciples: "..."
He and I-
If it weren't for the upbringing and face of the Hua family, he really wanted to greet this guest.
"When I came here, I heard that the left hand connects the heart, so it is more accurate to detect the soul, I don't know if it is true or not." The young man switched to his left hand, rolled up his sleeves and said: "But it is more reassuring, isn't it. "
"..."
"Yes." The disciple waiting for guests slandered, and stuck the soul-searching talisman on his wrist.
The soul-searching talisman used by the Xingtang of the Hua family is quite famous in all parts of the world. Some celestial sects come to Huajia to buy some every year. And the Hua family often does good deeds, and will give some to the people in the city every month.
If it is possessed by an evil spirit, the talisman paper will change color, from gold to red.
If the color is light, the time is short, and there may be salvation.
The darker the color, the longer it will last.
If it turns into a blood red or near black color, then it is a complete demon without any trace of its original nature left.
The guest disciple stared at the paper talisman on Mr. Cheng's wrist for a long time until his eyes became sour. The talisman paper didn't mean to change color at all.
fortunately…
Scared me.
He didn't say anything, but he still breathed a sigh of relief.
When he took off the talisman, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the sword-holding puppet out of the corner of his eye.
There are also puppets in Taohuazhou, which are used for disciples to practice exercises, or to do some hard work.
In his daily cognition, the puppets move at every command, except for what the master tells them, they don't have a single unnecessary movement. Standing is standing, not squinting, and not talking too much.
But this puppet of Mr. Cheng turned around to look at him from the moment he posted the talisman, and saw the unraveling of the talisman all the time, with a stern and expressionless face.
It seemed that if something went wrong, the puppet should draw its sword out of its sheath.
The disciple waiting for guests thought for a while, then took out another soul-searching talisman, and stuck it on the puppet's wrist without saying anything.
He was young and of medium stature, but the puppet was extremely tall.
So when he finished posting, he raised his head, only to feel that the puppet was looking at him with half-down eyes, the sense of oppression...
Absolutely.
As for the soul-searching talisman, not only did it not become darker, it even... seemed to be a little shallower.
This is unprecedented.
But the disciple who was waiting for guests didn't care about those many things, so he hurriedly uncovered the talisman and ran away.
Before leaving, he followed the Patriarch's instructions and said: "Peach Blossom Island is located in a dangerous place. Even if we check it twice a day, there are always evil spirits coming along the water. Almost every month, three or two disciples die because of it. So there are disciples patrolling every road here, and there may be some noises at night, so please bear with me."
"Oh, by the way, don't, don't go to the peach forest over there, don't even get close!"
"..."
Wu Xingxue said that you might as well not mention it, although I am not the one who commits suicide, but there are always people who are. After finishing speaking, what was not curious at first became curious.
Fortunately, the hospitality disciple didn't intend to be vague. He said with a serious face: "All the demons we caught in Taohuazhou, as well as all the people who were devoured by the demons, are buried there. Have you seen the kind of people who are dead but not stiff?" The centipedes? Demons are like this, even if they are dead, they will still be ready to move when they receive some inspiration."
"Then you still keep it?" Wu Xingxue wondered.
"It's good too."
Wu Xingxue: "For example?"
Disciple on hospitality: "For example, at night, when the filth is at its peak, if outsiders invade, and it is stronger than those buried in the peach blossom forest. The ones buried in the soil will be restless and want to gather there. That is The nature of demons."
This is the case for those who practice evil ways. They don't talk about feelings between them, they rely entirely on suppression.
The weak will succumb to the strong and instinctively move closer to the strong.
That's how the Devil's Nest Zhaoye City came about.
Otherwise, how could a group of evil spirits bewitched, living and killing without fear, to have a city lord
"If they make a lot of noise and move to a certain place, wouldn't we be able to notice it?" said the disciple who was waiting for guests. "It's also easier to search. But this trick is rare. After all, the buried ones are very fierce, and it is very difficult to find them." Encountering something fiercer than them draws them into motion."
"Anyway, just don't ask for trouble."
The disciple waiting for the guests was still in a hurry to hand in the talisman paper and left in a hurry.
***
Wu Xingxue is not rude.
He didn't want to cause trouble for staying at Taohuazhou for a day, so he didn't walk around, and he wasn't curious about the things on the island.
The only doctor I want to see can be seen the next day, and I am not in a hurry.
The city of Chunban was overcast and cloudy, and it was dark like rain, and the evening came very quickly.
Not long after the guest disciple left, the owner of the house, Hua Zhaoting, sent someone to deliver the food, which can be regarded as thoughtful and warm.
Wu Xingxue opened the box with her sleeves up and took a look, her lips moved silently a few times.
Xin said that sure enough, the box was full of the type that the disciples of the immortal sect liked - plain to death, but beautifully made, and there was a plate of peach blossom cakes that looked very elegant.
Losing interest, he closed the food box again, sat down at the table, and poured himself a cup of tea with the pot.
Just after taking a sip, he suddenly heard a voice whispering in his ear: "Ordinary mortals will be hungry."
Wu Xingxue twitched her eyelashes and swallowed the tea in her mouth.
There was clearly a chair next to him, so he waited for a while, but Xiao Fuxuan was still standing behind him, not going to sit. So he held the rim of his teacup, turned his head and said, "What are you doing behind my back to show off your superiority? If you had seen my dinner in Quedu, you wouldn't have said that."
After a while, Xiao Fuxuan's voice came from behind him, and he replied: "Ordinary puppets generally don't need to sit."
Wu Xingxue: "..."
He looked at the inspecting disciples who passed by from time to time outside, and said in his heart... okay, then you stand, and then poured himself a cup of tea.
Wu Xingxue didn't look back, she held her teacup and muttered in a low voice: "But it's a bit weird to say, I'm really not very hungry. I wonder if this monster's body is too powerful to hold it."
He disliked it, and finally picked and picked a peach blossom cake.
The room had already been lit, and the warm yellow light drew a broken line on his eyebrows, nose, nose and lips. And Xiao Fuxuan's shadow cast from behind onto the table in front of him.
After nightfall, more disciples were inspected. It's suspicious, they don't talk much.
It was just a certain gap, Wu Xingxue glanced at the door, remembered something, and suddenly asked: "...Xiao Fuxuan, what kind of person is the devil in my original body?"
This question is actually very strange to ask, because he himself said, "that devil".
For a long time, he didn't hear Xiao Fuxuan's answer.
But he could feel eyes resting on him.
He couldn't help turning his head back, and met Xiao Fuxuan's gaze. I saw the man leaning against the wall with his sword in his arms, looked at him for a long time, and said, "Isn't it that the soul has entered the wrong body, so you want to go back to the capital? Since you want to go back to the capital, this place is just a dream, why ask this question?" question."
Wu Xingxue narrowed his eyes lightly, then turned back and said, "That's true."
He thought there would be no further text.
After a long while, he heard Xiao Fuxuan say: "I don't know what other people think, but for me, it's a person who won't admit mistakes."
Wu Xingxue's eyes jumped.
Maybe it was because of this answer, or maybe it was because of the presence of two guard disciples. Neither of them spoke again that night.
Xiao Fuxuan didn't need to eat or sleep, and leaned against the wall with downcast eyes, conscientiously playing the role of a puppet. Wu Xingxue tidied up and curled up on the bed.
In the middle of the night, a thunderstorm suddenly sounded on Taohuazhou.
This is the time when the filth is at its heaviest at night, and the evil spirit cannot be concealed no matter what. If someone invades, it will be most obvious at this time.
At a certain moment, the peach blossom forest suddenly rang a rapid bell, followed by noisy human voices.
The inspecting disciples carried a small silver bell, hurrying to and fro, telling each other. Nearly a thousand disciples, Wuwuyangyang, all went out, and saw the soil of the peach grove, which had not been moved for a long time, churning, as if a hundred insects were startled.
In the next second, those movements rushed in one direction like an earth dragon.
That's... the guest room.