On the top of a low mountain, a group of low buildings fell into the halo of the setting sun. Among the sparse trees and grass, two figures crossed the mountain road and arrived at the village.
"This village is quite big..."
He Ping walked in from the village head and found that the village was larger than he had imagined. It was dotted with rammed earth houses one after another, with a long paved street in the middle and houses on both sides. He also noticed that at the entrance to the east of the village, you could still see the stone pier where horses were tied.
"This place is called 'Wanan Village'," Chixinzi said without hesitation, "According to the director of Wanan Village, a long time ago, the rocks nearby were very suitable for lime mining, and there were many people mining lime in the surrounding areas. Because of the banditry, most of the people moved away. As time went by, the fields were abandoned, leaving only the old, weak, sick and disabled..."
He Ping frowned slightly when he heard this. He discovered something strange, that is, ever since he entered the village, he had not heard the chirping of insects, dogs, or birds, and there were not even chickens or ducks in the village. It was so quiet that it was unsettling.
He Ping and Chixinzi walked through the paved road in the center of the village. Occasionally, a few villagers carrying hoes walked by. He glanced at these people and found that these villagers were extremely ugly.
No one in the world is born from the same mother. There are thousands of people with different faces, and their appearance is even more different. Beauty and ugliness are also determined by destiny.
He Ping would not comment on the beauty or ugliness of others. He just felt that the appearance of these villagers was strange.
No, I should say... these people look too strange.
The few villagers passing by were not deformed or disabled, but their facial features were very strange. For example, their eyes were surprisingly small, their noses were almost flat, their eyes were slightly protruding, and their skin was rough. Their looks had a strange similarity, with small eyes, narrow foreheads, and unusually large mouths. In short... they were full of a strange sense of incongruity.
He Ping Out of curiosity, he looked at the surrounding mud houses with thatched roofs, and he suddenly discovered that there were faces hidden behind the wooden doors of the mud walls. Those skinny, dark faces were hidden behind the doors and looked towards the two of them.
For a moment, from behind the door panel of the earthen wall, a line of sights focused on Chixinzi and He Ping. It was a strange sight. He Ping felt it. It was not a sight of curiosity, but a sight full of greed or evil thoughts.
This feeling was extremely uncomfortable. He Ping even felt that it was a strong appetite. The villagers here looked at him as if they were looking at a piece of fat.
"Senior brother, this village?!"
He Ping asked in a low voice, "Is there something..."
"Don't ask yet, let's go to the village chief's house first."
Chixinzi waved his hand, strode forward, and led him to a spacious courtyard.
As soon as he entered the house, he saw a shaky old man walking over with a cane.
"Master Yu, you are back."
Chixinzi lives in this village as a salesman. He probably used a pseudonym named Yu, which is why the old man called him "Master Yu".
"My lord, I'm sorry. This is a scholar who came here to study. He got lost and the official road was blocked by snow, so he strayed into this village. Can you let him bother you here for a few days?"
Chixinzi smiled and introduced He Ping behind him to the old man. He Ping also bowed his hands deeply as a gift.
"Sir, I'm not afraid of you. It's just that it's snowy outside and it's not convenient to go on the road. I hope you can make it easier."
"It's easy to talk about."
I don't know how old this old man is. He is full of wrinkles and white hair, and his behavior is trembling and he is close to death. He coughed and said slowly, "Wanan Village No one comes here on weekdays. Master Yu and other guests are coming here. The villagers are very happy. You can stay as long as you want..."
The village head chatted with Chixinzi again, then staggered out of the courtyard on crutches.
"Let's go."
Chixinzi just glanced at the leaving village chief, then reached out and pushed open a door.
"Junior brother, come in together!"
After opening the door, he saw several people sitting in the room. He Ping stood outside the threshold, squinted his eyes and looked around, and noticed that there were six people sitting in the room. One of them was an old farmer in his seventies. He was sitting on a bamboo chair with his legs crossed. He had a cloth bag on his left shoulder and was smoking a dry pipe.
Behind the old farmer, there were three people standing. These three people were all wearing yellow cloth shirts. They were very thin and had a shriveled frame. They looked like a poplar tree and had sallow complexions. The three of them had the same appearance, so they were clearly three brothers.
The three brothers stood behind the old farmer with expressionless faces, Ancient Well without any ripples.
On another table and chair, there was a pair of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law sitting. The mother-in-law was an old woman with a dove-faced chicken skin and hair as white as silver. The old woman was dressed in black, with a dry mouth and a pair of mung bean eyes, staring at the person sitting on the chair next to her.
On that chair sat a woman in red who looked like a young daughter-in-law. Her eyes were slightly red, and she was wiping her eyes with a brocade handkerchief.
The two groups of people in the house were clearly separated from each other. They were obviously not from the same group, but belonged to two different forces.
"Chixinzi You are finally back."
The old farmer who smoked dry cigarettes suddenly raised his eyes, and a hoarse and cold voice sounded, "Hey, you took a walk outside, why did you bring back one more person?"
"Old Cell Ghost, let me introduce to you. This is my junior brother. His surname is He... He is also a disciple of my teacher Wu Yousheng. His cultivation strength is not inferior to mine. This time we want to explore Narcissus Cave Abode. The 'red-robed monk' Abula cannot come. This time, my junior brother will take the place of Abula."
"Joke."
The swan-shaped old woman with hair as white as silver sneered.
"Chixinzi, now that things have happened, you have randomly arranged for someone to come in. What are your intentions? Besides, this little guy who wears a human skin mask and doesn't even dare to show his true face has any qualifications to replace the 'red-robed monk'."
"Hahaha, Granny Miaohua, you don't know something. The red-robed monk wants to come, but he's a dead man, so I'm afraid he won't be able to come even if he wants to!"
A smile appeared on Chixinzi's face, and his eyes moved to He Ping.
"After the red-robed monk Abula met my junior brother, Abula relied on Law Power's profound knowledge and wanted to use the Buddhist teachings of the Vajra Zen Court academy to match my Immortal Puppet Sect's puppetry skills in order to prove how firm his Buddhist heart was. As a result, he accidentally missed it and died!"
"Master Abula is worthy of the eminent monk of Vajra Zen Monastery. Unfortunately, his skills are inferior. In addition, the master has a kind heart. I accidentally beat him to death if I wasn't careful!"
He Ping also sang double yellow with Chixinzi.
"Before the master died, he also gave me his skull necklace. The master is really compassionate and willing to help others."
After saying that, he also took out the "Empty-Travel Karma Great Freedom Mother God Bead" skull necklace.
Old Cell Ghost and Granny Miaohua initially thought that Chixinzi was talking nonsense, but when He Ping took out "Empty-Travel Karma Great Freedom Mother God Bead", they were both startled and realized how powerful it was.
These two people are not ignorant people. Old Cell Ghost and Granny Miaohua both recognize each other. This "Empty-Travel Karma Great Freedom Mother God Bead" is Law Artifact of Vajra Zen Monastery's lineage. It is also the treasure that red-robed monk Abula relies on most.
It is not easy to refine this skull necklace. Even if it is barely successful, it must be sacrificed with human blood, bones, flesh and other blood food to maintain the Roaming Sky Hungry Ghost in the skeleton. If the sacrifice is neglected, there will be backlash.
"Abula That monster monk, who usually treasures this necklace, how can he let outsiders take it away? It seems that he must be dead!"
"Vajra Zen Monastery, the demon monk who was born from the Great Xiye Kingdom, has learned a powerful demonic technique. Even if I take action myself, I can't do anything about it. This Immortal Puppet Sect has such abilities, so we can't just take it lightly..."
The expressions of the two people changed quickly, and it could almost be said that they had different expressions.
"I see. Since he is a disciple of the Immortal Puppet Sect Wu Yousheng, he naturally has the ability to participate in this Narcissus Cave Abode trip."
Old Cell Ghost puffed on his pipe, and his hoarse voice mixed with a rough voice rang out.
"Abula is not strong enough, so he deserves to die... Hehe, there are many powerful players, and there are many helpers on this trip, so it is not a bad thing."
"Hey, Abula, that monster monk was killed by you, and I don't have any objections, old lady."
Granny Miaohua grinned like an old fox.
"It's just that among us, there is White-Bearded Ghost who has just gone out. If he has no objections, then I will certainly welcome Mr. He... He."
With a "clack", the window in the room was pushed open from the outside, and a face that looked like a porcelain mask smiled.
"Of course I, 'White-Bearded Guest' Wumeizi, recognize the person Chixinzi brought. Hello, Mr. He. I'm Purple Armor Hall Wumeizi, and I have met Mr. He."
As soon as he finished speaking, the figure outside the window came in strangely. He seemed to have no bones in his body. He slipped like a loach and entered the room. Even He Ping couldn't see clearly how he did it--
"Purple Armor Hall, one of Nine Evils of Longevity. Purple Armor Hall has always believed in Five-Passes Devil Lord and mastered one of the righteous methods <Five-Passes Body>, His disciples are the most bizarre, and their methods are cunning and changeable. This 'White-Bearded Guest' Wumeizi is very powerful and even more dangerous than Old Cell Ghost and Granny Miaohua!"
He Ping's heart tightened, and he judged who, apart from Chixinzi, was the biggest threat to him in the field.