The night is hazy, the night wind blows, the river is rippling, and the crescent moon reflected on the river is constantly swaying with the ripples.

"Suck and slip. ”

The bat master sat on a low stool in the tent, holding the already half-cool lo mein, and ate most of the lo mein into his stomach in three or two bites, and when he quickly wiped the marinade from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, he secretly looked around to see if there was any opportunity to get out of the clutches of the person behind him.

It's just that this is obviously a luxury.

Ever since six days ago, when Chen Da, the short-eyed guy, clashed with the terrifying guy behind him, he felt like he was suddenly living in a nightmare.

Many of the strange stories I had heard in the past seemed to have suddenly become a reality.

He looked up.

Around the outside of the tent, more than 20 young and sturdy men stood in the night, pestle there, motionless, waiting for the instructions of the master in the tent, just like the robots in the movie, sleepless, well-behaved and obedient, and did not look at the slightest bit of arrogance when mixing on the street.

The bat master swallowed quietly, and in the past few days, whenever he saw this group of strong men with no pupils in the whites of their eyes, the chill in his heart became more and more intense.

But when he inadvertently saw the big guy sitting in the Donghongmen Pavilion who was stunned at the entrance of the tent, he secretly rejoiced with a hint of joy of revenge.

To be precise, there is no deep hatred between him and him, but there are a lot of grievances between his uncle and his son, otherwise he would not have spent several years to set up a situation in order to vent his anger to his own uncle.

Huangtian lived up to his wishes, and with his unremitting efforts, he finally made this Donghongmen bigwig slowly believe in himself, and saw that he could let his son sink his Laozi to the bottom of the river with his own hands, which can be regarded as this evil breath for his uncle.

It's just that he suddenly encountered this unlucky thing, and the bat master secretly said that he was unlucky, but when he saw the current appearance of this big man sitting in the hall, the schadenfreude in his eyes couldn't be hidden.

People are like this, they are not afraid of being unlucky, as long as someone is more unlucky than themselves, then their hearts can be much more balanced, especially the one who is more unlucky is their own enemy

words, it would be even more perfect.

Although he didn't do what he did at the beginning, the father and son are still in debt, but now the most important thing is to find a way to escape.

In the past few days, he is almost finished talking about what he has learned and knows, and if he continues to suffer, he may also bite the end of this group of short-lived goods outside.

Thinking of this, the batmaster hurriedly put away the dishes and chopsticks in his hand, put a smile on his face, and walked up quickly.

"Sir, I've eaten well, you see, do I continue to tell you about this "Six Men Chrysostom" or do I talk about other anecdotes?"

Zhang Jiao half-supported his head, sat in the middle of the tent with a big horse knife, and agreed casually.

"Let's finish "Six Ren Chrysostom" first. ”

"Okay, then I'll continue with what I said in the afternoon. ”

"Whoever takes the yang is given the reason to take the yang, and the yin is used to take the yin as the reason. The use of yin and yang is worth emptying and dying, and overcoming evil is empty.

Three yin and one yang, use yang as the use, take the phase less yang.

Three yang and one yin, use yin as the use, and take less yin.

Two yin and two yang, to be used, with the yin and yang distinguished.

Pure yin and yang, to be used, the things in the square. ”

Zhang Jiao's eyes turned blood-red, and countless blood-colored words formed a mysterious hexagram in the sound of the mantra, and the hexagram continued to change with the "Liuren Jinkou" in the mouth of the bat master, and was combined into various hexagram arrangements.

In the dark, a strange premonition and many broken and incomplete pictures kept passing in front of his eyes.

His whole person seemed to fall into a strange realm, as if he had grasped something, and seemed to understand something, but everything could not be described in words, could not be spoken, and could not be told.

The bat master felt that Zhang Jiao's body exuded a more and more gloomy and cold aura, and he couldn't help but shiver, and the "Liuren Jinkou" explained in his mouth was also a little unfavorable, but he didn't dare to pause at all, and kept recalling what he had learned and explaining it seriously.

Time passed minute by minute, around eleven o'clock, the bat master was still explaining "Liuren Jinkou" with a dry mouth, he paused from time to time, and took the opportunity to swallow the saliva that had dried up into a sticky foam in his mouth, and relieved his throat that was already a little red and swollen.

Suddenly, Zhang Jiao, who had been listening with his head up, suddenly raised his head and stretched out his hand to signal him to stop for the time being.

The bat master was a little confused, but he was very sensible and immediately stopped, and stood quietly aside, looking at his nose and nose.

Zhang Jiao glanced at him with satisfaction, and he had never found the Taishi chair from nowhere

Standing up, the figure floated out like a shadow.

Outside, the night was like a wash, and a crescent moon hung in the sky.

The sound of insects chirping and frogs chirping, and the sound of waterfowl and ducks flapping their wings sounded continuously from afar.

Zhang Jiao raised his eyes and looked at the other side of the river, an old-fashioned fish shed boat slowly floated down from the upstream, with a white lantern made of paper hanging on the bow, and the light of the size of a bean emitted a pale cyan halo through the white paper.

From a distance, it looks like a firefly flying by the river.

On the bow of the ship, two figures, one large and one small, one high and one low, stood on the bow.

The three of them looked at each other across the river, but there was no communication, and after half a cup of tea, Zhang Jiao took the lead in walking back to the tent, and the two people on the boat also parked the boat by the river to rest inside.

There was no conflict between the two sides, and there was no communication.

In the following ten days, as the Midyear Festival got closer and closer, new people came to the river area of Luojiawan every day, and this place that had been quiet for more than ten years suddenly became much more vibrant.

"Another one. ”

The batmaster hid at the edge of the tent, looking at the dirt road not far away, and as the two off-road vehicles stopped, a dry monk with four novices walked out of the car, walked to the river step by step, sat down and whispered the scriptures.

The four novices took out the wooden fish, the prayer bell, and the bowl they were holding and whispered together. All of a sudden, the sound of chanting reverberated by the river, and no matter how much you cover it, you can't isolate it.

In the river, countless fish swam over one after another, gathered in the waters in front of the old monk, and kept swimming.

Listening to the continuous chanting in his ears, the bat master subconsciously shook his head, his expression slowly became solemn, and the corners of his mouth were closed one by one, and he followed the old monk to recite the scriptures without a teacher.

"Life and death in the world, as well as all dharmas, are impermanent. Sentient beings can't cling to impermanence in the law of impermanence, which is why the Buddha said impermanence, breaking its attachment to the fall, is called impermanence....."

In the midst of the sound of the scriptures, he naturally knelt down, spread his hands evenly and grabbed the ground with his head to the direction of the old monk to make a five-body bow.

Zhang Jiao sat in the tent, naturally he saw it clearly, he stared at the old monk with an unkind expression, and snorted lightly on the tip of his nose.

"Oh! no, don't. ”

The bat master who was performing the five-body bow to the ground suddenly let out a miserable scream, and his originally solemn and serene expression became hideous and frightened, like a duck pinched by the neck, struggling and screaming violently.

Many of the eyes of the riverside who paid attention to it suddenly became happy, and a few soft sneers quietly suppressed the sound of Buddhist scriptures, resounding on the riverside.

"Old Ghost Mu, after so many years, you still like to pretend so much!"

The little novice who was beating the wooden fish and the prayer bell with the sound of the old monk chanting the scriptures suddenly had a beating on his hand, and when he wanted to beat again, he couldn't keep up with the beat.

The schools of fish gathered by the river dispersed, and the serene chanting sound could no longer be heard, leaving only the old monk still sitting cross-legged by the river, pinching the rosary in his palm, and chanting in a low voice.

The batmaster lay in his tent, panting frantically and loudly, as if this would dispel the sudden panic and despair in his mind.

It wasn't until half an hour later that he slowly recovered from his fear, and after a long breath of relief, he suddenly heard something that surprised him.

"You've worked hard these past few days, so let's rest and leave. ”

The bat master lying on the ground immediately stood up, and after making sure that he hadn't heard it wrong, he hurriedly bowed to Zhang Jiao, turned around and ran out.

He really didn't want to stay in this place for a second.

In the past few days, as more and more weirdos have come here, how can he not understand that he has bumped into a place where he shouldn't come, and now that he has his approval, where do he dare to stay longer, thirty-six plans are the best policy!

As for Chen Da, they are still here, and whether they are dead or alive has nothing to do with him, it is better if they are all dead.

Zhang Jiao looked at the embarrassed figure of the bat master, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the curtain at the entrance of the tent was automatically windless and quietly closed.

The whole tent suddenly seemed to be a world of its own, isolated from the outside world, attracting a lot of eyes to look at him, constantly looking at him.

In the gloomy tent, Zhang Jiao sat in the middle, as if he was unaware of the prying eyes of the outside world, quietly waiting for the appearance of the ghost city.