It is exactly the same as the record left by Chang Zu in the genealogy, about half an hour later, I had the painful feeling of the reversal of the meridians around my body, just like the moment outside the Xuanmen in the depths of the subway that year, if I hadn't taken two Shenxin Pills in advance, I would definitely be confused and at the mercy of others. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Could it be that this ghost market is really related to the Xuanmen? Isn't it the chaos beast I guessed? The lights of the ghost market were just a dozen steps away, and driven by a powerful desire, I stood up and walked along the lights towards the town.

What is most strange to me about this town is the mixture of buildings inside, including the architectural styles of the Ming and Qing dynasties, a small number of eaves styles of the Tang and Song dynasties, and even a few very modern brick buildings. It looks very quaint alone, but when mixed together, it has an extremely eerie atmosphere. There was really no one in the town, it was deserted, and I just walked aimlessly down the main street. Some of the shops on both sides of the street were open, and the people inside sat listlessly, as if they were asleep.

Walking forward for a while, it seems to have reached the center of the town, there is a square more than ten zhang long and wide, and a stage is set up in the middle, which is more than one zhang high, beautiful and brilliantly lit. More than a dozen martial artists on the stage were gorgeously dressed and elegant, and they had a good skill in every move and jump. It seems to be the story of Nagasaka Slope, but the music and singing are very low, as if the tape recorder is out of power, and the gramophone has worn out the stylus, which makes it sound lethargic.

What's even more strange is that there are only three people sitting under the stage, judging from the clothes, they are dressed as students today, all of them are half-tilted with their heads up, solemn, expressionless, motionless like three wax figures, but their eyes are like two deep wells, and they can't reflect a trace of light. I walked over and stood in front of them, but they didn't care about my cover-up, they were probably out of their minds.

I took out the porcelain vase from my pocket, divided the few remaining Shen Xin Pills among them, stuffed them into their mouths, and pressed them on the big vertebral points. After a few minutes, the eyes of the three of them were no longer pitch black, and they finally had some vitality, and their necks could slowly turn. I whispered in the ears of each of them, "It's dawn, the play is over, get up, come with me." "I dragged them up one by one and pushed them out, but the three of them probably sat for too long, shaking as they went, and I had to help this one and pick it up, and I walked for almost half an hour, and I didn't get out of the main street.

Suddenly, at the door of a shop, I caught a glimpse of a familiar pattern, which seemed to be the location map of the wells in the genealogy. How is this possible? This picture is the ancestors who used their lives and hundreds of years to survey one by one, and the genealogy is passed down from generation to generation, and there are no copies, how can it appear in a dilapidated town in the Shennongjia Mountain? I couldn't suppress the urge in my heart to enter the store.

In the shop, only the offering table against the wall has a flickering candle, but there is a huge mural on the wall, which depicts the mountains and rivers north of the Yangtze River, Beijing, Handan, Xinzheng, Jinnan, Anyang, Xianyang, Fengxiang next to the familiar place names, the swirling sea eye well marks are clearly recognizable, and the genealogy records are generally the same. But at the bottom of the map, there is a cinnabar-colored square paper, on which some tadpole-like words are densely written, which seems to be blocking some of the contents on the map.

Xuanmen Yin Fu is the only record about Xuanmen in ancient times, for more than 1,000 years, in some ancient stone tablets, copper tripod bronze mirror, there are occasionally a small number of discoveries. The Chang family has been committed to the collection of Xuanmen Yin Talismans for several generations, but because there are too few circulations, it is difficult to compare, so until now, they have only deciphered and proofread less than 100 words. And there are no less than 300 words on this cinnabar paper, which is enough to shock me, I can't help but reach out to the square of paper, and want to see what is drawn under the paper, maybe the answer to the confusion that has haunted my heart for many years is under this paper, and my fingers almost touch the edge of the cinnabar paper.

At that moment, I suddenly remembered what Zhang Orion said, if there is no greed, the two will be at peace. Is all this too much of a coincidence? In a closed town, there are secrets that the Chang family has been keeping and exploring for more than ten generations, and all of them are presented in front of me, isn't this a phantom of my own inner desires? My own obsession is on the sea eye well and the Xuanmen, and the chaos beast can perceive and create a trap that you are willing to throw into? I made up my mind, turned around, walked out of the door of the store quickly, and without looking back, pushed the three college students, and walked out of the town.

Just as we were approaching the edge of the town, there was a low buzzing sound over the town, which seemed to condense the air, and what was worse was that it was everywhere, even if I covered my ears, it burrowed into my brain. Soon, the beating of the heart began to be affected by it, and gradually matched the rhythm of the sound, and the sound became slower and slower, slower and slower, and the whole body became numb, and he lost half of his strength.

I remember that there was a record of the Manichaean rebellion in the last years of the Tang Dynasty in the genealogy, and the Manichaean people at that time used to play such a kind of music composed of drums and gongs, and the rhythm became slower and slower, so that the officers and soldiers defending the city fell into a semi-comatose state, and captured the state city in one fell swoop. Later, Zhang Jian of the Immortal Dao Dacheng used a trick to break the drum array, but I can't remember the method used to break the drum array.

But the humming no longer gave me a chance to think, so I bit my index finger and drew a circle on each of the three students' heads with blood, watched them slowly collapse to the ground, and then took out the Breath-Holding Pill and swallowed it. Then he turned around and watched the town behind him twist and crumble, turning into a deep tunnel, like a whirlpool that kept spinning, and rolled towards me. At that moment, I finally understood that the town, everything in the town, except for people, was an illusion, maybe this was the brain of the chaos beast, and the mist was its body.

I lost all my strength and slowly fell to the ground, the power of the breath-holding pill gradually made me unconscious, but at that moment, I suddenly heard the familiar sound of dangdang, which was issued by my soul bell, mixed with the meditation of the pigeon whistle, swept over my head and flew towards the other side of the town. Hehe, I didn't expect Jiao Er, who is usually incomparably mune, to also have this self-taught ability, the last thought flashed in his mind, and the rest was long-term darkness.

When he regained consciousness, it was already bright daylight, and the sun was hanging down through the dense shade of the trees, and it was very quiet all around, except for the occasional birdsong. I straightened up, my eyes not yet adjusting to my surroundings and not knowing where I was.

Team Cao's loud voice broke my doubts, "Lao Chang, you're fine, what kind of deflating pill did you swallow in your house again, you said you, if something happens, just take medicine, don't you know if it's a three-point poison? We can't find you, won't you just go over?"

"Where are we?" I still couldn't tell where I was by the sight around me.

"I'm almost out of the mountain, and I should be at the Toulon crossing right away. I thought it was like Professor Liang's case last time, you had to sleep for two days, and it was okay. Team Cao said as he handed me his large teapot.

"How's it going, everybody's safe?" I still have a vague memory of what happened last night. Team Cao sat down next to me, and I saw that Zhang Lihu, Xiao Cai, Jiao Er, Xiao Duan, and the team that we had entered the mountain together, as well as a few young people who looked like students, were sitting not far away, looking at me with concern, I smiled at them, and continued to listen to Team Cao talk about what happened after I lost consciousness.

After receiving my flying pigeon message, the Cao team, under the leadership of Zhang Orion, went to the location I marked in the dark, walked about three or four miles, and saw a faint bonfire and three young people who were already tired. Team Cao stepped forward to ask, and sure enough, it was the missing college students.

It turned out that on the first night of these six people entering the mountain, they bumped into the ghost market, and as soon as they entered, there was a big stage in the town, and two of the students stared at it as if they had fallen into an evil spirit, and never left, and the other few people were tired and about to collapse on the one hand, and on the other hand, they were really scared, so they ran out of the town.

After a few people discussed, they did not dare to leave the two people alone, and went into the mountains after dawn to look for them, but found nothing. The four students also lost their way, only to run into the fog and the ghost market again at night, and this time, another one stayed inside.

The three people who came out found that no matter how they walked during the day, they seemed to be circling around a large ravine. And at night, when a mist rose from the ravine, they had to hide and go, lest they enter the town again. After hiding for two days, the college students also discovered the pattern, that is, if they go around the lights of the ghost market, the ghost market will not be able to catch up, but if you run straight, no matter how fast you run, you will be swallowed by the fog. But the compass failed, and there was no guide, the three of them had been in the mountains for more than ten days, and when the dry food was exhausted, they picked up some wild fruits and mushrooms to satisfy their hunger, and the Cao team did not find them again, and it was estimated that they would starve to death in the mountains.

However, these three college students have been trapped for so long, and they still have some discoveries, they have walked to a cliff, more than ten zhang below the cliff is the bottom of the valley, there is a huge cave more than two zhang high at the bottom of the valley, the black does not know how deep, but at the entrance of the cave is all piles of white bones, human, and animal, dense, all the way into the hole, I don't know how many, chilling. The students did not dare to stay long and fled in a hurry, but they knew that the daily fog was rising from the bottom of the valley.

On Jiao Er's side, when he received my paper roll, he kept releasing carrier pigeons, keeping in touch with Team Cao, and when he decided to transfer the campsite, he ran into Xiao Cai, who stumbled over. When Xiao Cai told Jiao Er about what happened to us, my speculation, and the final choice, Jiao Er thought about it for a long time and made a bold decision. He tied a rope to Xue Qing's legs, and tied my Soul Bell to the other end, letting it fly over the valley, and the target was the Cao team's side, and it would definitely pass near the ghost market in the middle, and he also knew that Xue Qing would not be able to fly far with the Soul Bell, as long as he could attract the attention of the ghost market.

When Team Cao and the others converged, the sky was gradually getting brighter, and the fog began to dissipate, Team Cao, Zhang Orion, Jiao Er, and Xiao Cai returned and found me and the three students. Jiao Er still insisted on walking for a while, and found Xue Qing's body more than two miles away from me falling.

I struggled to stand up and walked to Jiao Er's side, Jiao Er squatted on the ground, and in the pigeon cage beside him was a motionless Xueqing, and in the other cage there were injured Qingyan and the other two, all lying on their stomachs tiredly. When Jiao Er saw me coming, he took out the Soul Suppression Bell from his pocket and handed it to me, saying, "It's okay if you're okay." ”

I patted him on the shoulder, but I couldn't say a lot of words of gratitude, so I had to ask him, "What about another pigeon?" "After the little trachoma flew out last night, it never came back, I don't know if it can find a home, it's okay, its ability to recognize the way is the best." But this self-consoling words are a little sad to hear.

Xiao Shayan didn't come back when we left Linchang Town, and Jiao Er buried Xueqing's body at the Tulun fork. After the Cao team returned to Beijing, they found a retired forest black from someone and gave it to Jiao Er, who has always called it Xueqing. Director Ding of Linchang Town retired in the second year, and specially arranged for Xiao Cai to come to me, and there was a photocopy of the old county chronicle that he later collected in a large bulldozer, which recorded the story of Chang Yanting presided over the construction of four enlightened beast stone statues, and the county chronicle also specifically mentioned that there was a stone tablet next to the stone statue, which was engraved with the words "Chaos World".

The year after Cao and I reported the search and rescue process to Jiang's team, the Hubei provincial government set up a nature reserve in Shennongjia, and a forest ranger team was set up in Tolon, and no civilian scientific expedition teams were allowed to enter. Three years later, I saw an inconspicuous news item in the corner of a newspaper that several stone statues of the Ming Dynasty had been found in Shennongjia Forest Town, which had been rebuilt and stood on the ancient salt road. One of them went to the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences after graduation and later became an expert in the study of ancient Chinese mythology, and the other went to the United States to make great achievements in ecological conservation research.

As for the Chaos Beast, after I returned to Beijing, I began to collect historical records about it, trying to find out whether it has the ability to change time and space, what it has to do with Xuanmen, and how it manipulates people's minds to produce collective hallucinations. But to my disappointment, there were no useful clues. There are indeed many unique organisms in the dense forest of Shennongjia, and we have occasionally found them in this search and rescue. I'm a staunch animist, and if these ancient beasts were real, they would have a huge impact on biology and genetics today. Sometimes it is thought that the fact that the Chaos Beast is hiding on the 30th parallel of north latitude cannot be a simple coincidence in itself.

(Plum Village Supplement: I really can't answer the question of the status of the Changye family among the five surnames of Wuzhu.) But the ghost path does not exist in isolation, there is also integration and development, for example, the immortal path born from the two Jin Dynasty, although it has always been defined as a branch of Taoism, but it is more closely related to the ghost way. If you want to understand the unique era of thought - Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, you can refer to Mr. Jiangshan's "Gate Valve Merry", he has been in the right history, I have a way to the wilderness, there is a confirmation, and it can be regarded as borrowing the door to be a little safe. (To be continued.) )