Several people stared at the black bug, looking left and right, studying it for a long time, and they didn't know what it was, even Yunkang was so well-informed, he had never seen a bug with black hair.

What's more, this insect also gave birth to a strange human face, which is an unheard of strange thing.

Yan Xuan squatted on the edge of the pit, frowned, thoughtfully, he used a flashlight to shine a light on the black worm, and muttered in a low voice: "I remember that I seem to have seen this kind of worm in the "Wu Xian Sutra", you wait a minute, I'll look for it......"

As he spoke, he got up and ran back to the van where his luggage was stored, rummaged through his backpack inside and out, and finally took out a small leather notebook, flipped through a few pages before stopping, turned on the flashlight, browsed up and down, and read: "Emperor Shang has Taiwu, looking for a teacher to worship Wuxian." Wu Xianju is in the phase, and the people of the country are in peace and ......"

Yunkang and the others looked at each other, but they didn't expect that the black bug was related to Wu Xian. As soon as they heard Yan Xuan read it, they all hurriedly followed, gathered around him in a circle, stretched out their heads to look at the notebook illuminated by the flashlight.

I saw that the cowhide book was written with dense pen handwriting, which was actually a hand-copied "Wuxian Sutra", the handwriting strokes were very clear, and it was obviously very serious when copying.

Historically, it is said that Wu Xian was a politician, military strategist, scientist, musician, artist, arithmetician, medical scientist, astronomer, etc., and his "Wu Xian Sutra" has been handed down to future generations, and a total of 13 articles have been preserved, recording some ancient divination prescriptions and witch spells.

It is said that the contents of the thirteen "Wuxian Sutras" are so mysterious and inscrutable that even historians cannot reveal the secrets contained therein.

Although there are as many as thirteen chapters of the Wuxian Sutra that have been circulated to this day, almost half of them are fragments, and it is even more difficult to decipher its contents.

Yan Xuan is an expert in the study of Kanyu, and his knowledge involves the ancient astronomical calendar and yin and yang feng shui, so he is keen to collect fragments of the Wuxian Sutra.

He copied the few existing "Wuxian Sutras" in a small notebook and carried them with him, intending to devote himself to in-depth research whenever he had free time. Unexpectedly, on the way to Eight Immortals Town, he found strange black insects, he vaguely remembered that there were relevant records in the "Wuxian Sutra", so he found out, and this ancient and mysterious "Wuxian Sutra" came in handy.

"Sure enough, it's this bug. Yan Xuan stopped halfway through reading, his face was happy, and he said very excitedly.

He flashed a flashlight, pressed his fingers on the handwriting in the middle of the notebook, and several people's heads came closer, carefully looking at the rows of upright black characters on the notebook, the more he looked at it, the more surprised he became.

The book copied this "Wu Xian Jing", happened to mention a kind of strange insect with black hair, called "witch locust" in ancient times, the whole body is black, with wings, poisonous hooks, in fact, it is a kind of locust.

"Emperor Shang has Taiwu, looking for a teacher to worship Wuxian. Wu Xianju is in the phase, governing the country and the people are safe. Observing the sky knows the personnel, and the people's hearts are obedient to the sky. This technique is not sought, it is both in yin and yang. Wu Xian's summoning power, the witch locust smoke. He wears an iron chest and a golden crown. The black hair looks like a woman, and the appearance and face are like a man. The sound of flapping wings and horses, the scorpion tail is cold. Sharp teeth hurt the blood of animals, and it is rare to seek death. One thing begets one thing, and everything is returned. Comprehend the Wuxian Sutra, and the purple gas shines on Kangqian. Memorize the word trick and you can visit Wuxian. ”

Yan Fucha tilted his head and read the "Wu Xian Sutra" aloud, and the witch locust was described in great detail and vividly, as if it was floating in front of him.

After listening to this, several people involuntarily gasped, stared at each other, and looked at each other.

"Dare to love this black worm has a very unusual background, and it is still famous in history. After Yan Fucha finished reading, he was also very surprised, and said to himself.

"What is this?" Chen Jingye muttered, "Is it a man or a woman, is it a worm or a human?"

What made him feel most inexplicable was that in ancient times, both men and women had long hair, why did the "Wu Xianjing" say that the witch locust "had black hair like a woman, and a face like a man"? Could it be that in that era, only women had hair, and men were bald and bald?

"It's just a human face, but it's still a bug, it can't be a human. Brother Niu glanced at the dead black witch locust in disgust, and muttered in a low voice, "What does your family look like this?"

When Chen Jingye heard this, he was immediately annoyed, and was about to scold Brother Niu, but was stopped by Yun Kangyi with a raised hand.

At this time, he had a feeling of enlightenment, and the image of the witch locust gradually became clear in his mind, as if he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

According to the "Wu Xian Sutra", the witch locust has long black hair like a woman, a man's face, iron armor on the chest, wings and a poisonous scorpion tail, and sharp teeth can suck blood and hurt people's lives. In this way, the appearance and habits of the witch locust are indeed different from other insects, it is a strange and rare insect, and it is very dangerous.

Unfortunately, the witch locust they found was dead, its head had been trampled flat, and a cloud of red blood was coming out, and it was impossible to see what it looked like on its face.

However, Yunkang didn't feel pity at all, but was very glad that the witch locust died. If this insect is alive, just by its long sharp teeth and scorpion tail, you can know that its attack power is very strong, and there is poison on the scorpion tail, and it is definitely not pleasant to be stung by it.

It can be painful, poisoning, and even life-threatening, and this is no joke.

Yan Xuan was silent, pondered for a while, put away the leather notebook and put it back in his backpack, his expression became a little solemn.

"Wu Xian Sutra" is a chapter left by Wu Xian, which contains Wu Xian's lifelong learning. The ancient great wizard was proficient in all kinds of witchcraft and spells, and perhaps the black witch locusts had something to do with the ancient practice of witchcraft.

Yan Fucha squatted down, picked up the corpse of the witch locust with a tree branch, put it under the flashlight to look at it carefully, then frowned, and asked puzzledly: "Dad, are you sure that this black insect is a locust species? This appearance is so cold that it will disgrace the locust family." ”

Yan Xuan frowned and said: "The Wuxian Sutra was handed down from the Shang Dynasty, and it has a history of thousands of years to this day, and it is a rare thing that this black locust is not extinct. ”

According to some historical records, Wu Xian was a virtuous minister of the Shang Dynasty, but the "Book of Shang" says that the Yan and Huang Emperors invited Wu Xian to come to divination during the Great War, and Emperor Yao also worshipped Wu Xian as a great mage. It can be seen that Wu Xian was not a figure during the Shang Dynasty, and had lived for many years before that.

What dynasty Wu Xian is, this matter is simply a mystery, and Yan Xuan can't figure it out. He studied Wu Xian's life for several years, but he did not come to an accurate conclusion.

But Yun Kang didn't think it was strange at this, the lifespan of ancient immortal cultivators was thousands of years, and Wu Xian lived from the Yanhuang era to the Shang and Zhou dynasties, that was a proper immortal cultivator, nothing unusual. If you don't feather and soar, you can live until modern times.

Yun Kang didn't think much of Wu Xian's lifespan, isn't he himself a living example, he used to be the Witch Spirit King, he was Master Ling, and it would be no problem to live for another thousand years.

When Yan Fucha said that the witch locust was a species thousands of years ago, Chen Jingye listened attentively and was very interested in the topic.

As soon as Yan Xuan finished speaking, he immediately came to his senses, narrowed his eyes and leaned forward, and said excitedly: "So, the black locust is a rare species? This thing must be quite valuable, I heard that a specimen of a Yangcai arm golden tortoise beetle is worth 200,000, if it is a ** insect, the price is even higher." Although this witch locust is dead, let's make it into a specimen and change it to a domestic car. ”

Chen Jingye has been obsessed with making money for half his life, and he simply regards making money as his goal and belief in life.

He worked hard as an agent, worked hard for a year, and only earned a salary of 180,000 yuan. At this time, I was thinking in my heart that if I could make hundreds of thousands of dollars by selling a bug, I would rather quit my job at an entertainment company and squat in the mountains to dig bugs.

According to Chen Jing's idea, locusts appear in swarms, and since you can find a witch locust, there must be a whole swarm of witch locusts nearby. It's best to get rid of the nest of the witch locusts, and then you will make a windfall.

As long as he digs in this mountain forest for a few years in a row and gets all the witch locusts, his net worth will easily exceed 100 million.

Before Chen Zheng's dream was fulfilled, he heard Yan Fucha "cut", glanced at him with disdain, and pretended to say in a deep voice: "Old Chen, don't always think about making money, this witch locust is a rare species, a world-class super-protected animal, not only rare, but also has the connotation of historical precipitation." You take it for money and make it stink of copper, it's not cheesy. ”

Yan Wei couldn't get used to Chen Jingye's petty citizen atmosphere, and wanted to let this product be used as an agent for Yunkang, but it had polluted his pure brother-in-law, so it was better to let his sister be a personal agent.

Chen Jingye was also angry, and he was most annoyed that Yan Fucha had a big kiss on the little fart child, and he didn't talk big or small, so he glanced at him very dissatisfied, and said: "The witch locust is a variety of locusts, and the locust has been a pest since ancient times. ”

The two of you were arguing with each other, and suddenly heard Shen Duo next to him "shhhh ”

Shen Duo's expression was cold, his tone was very hurried, and his eyes were like wild wolves, staring at the stone mountain not far away. Chen Economy and Yan Fucha were startled, quickly shut their mouths, obeyed his orders, and immediately extinguished all the flashlights.

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn and cold, which made Yunkang a little nervous, and turned off the flashlight.

Several people were bent over, staring hard in the darkness, you look at me, I look at you, no one dares to speak.

Shen Duo's gaze never moved away from the dark stone mountain, and everyone tensed their nerves and held their breath, not knowing what strange things he had discovered.

Yun Kang carefully probed a few times with his divine sense, but he didn't find anything wrong, and he was wondering in his heart, when he suddenly heard Brother Niu next to him gasp, his breathing became heavy, and he muttered in his mouth: "This is ...... It's a mirage......"

Before the words fell, Chen Economy retorted: "Mirage, you are a bird's egg, and there is no sea ...... here."

He stopped in the middle of speaking, his eyes staring straight ahead, and in the direction of the black and dim stone mountain, a large area of ancient pavilions and palaces emitting golden glow appeared.

I saw that the stone walls are towering, the alleys are dense, the streets are crossed, and the houses are all built in the style of the Ming Dynasty, which are magnificent and extraordinary, and are very magnificent.

The market road is very lively, people come and go, and cars and horses flow endlessly. The pavilion houses are stacked on top of each other, the shops on both sides are lined up, there are countless stalls and vendors, there are all kinds of stalls and performing arts, all kinds of hawkers shouting and shouting non-stop, the wine shop is on the platform, the fireworks are green and willows, it seems to be extremely prosperous.

Several people were dumbfounded, and they couldn't help but open their mouths and stare at this ancient pavilion market, so shocked that they couldn't speak.

The houses and pedestrians they saw in front of them seemed to be three-dimensional, and they were all very vivid and real, and even the shouts of the vendors were extremely clear, but these people's accents were very peculiar, and they couldn't understand what was being said at all.

Yunkang stood straight in place, feeling a cold sweat oozing from his back. He didn't see anything, there was only a black stone mountain in front of him, what did Brother Niu mean by mirage?

He tried to calm himself down, and soon sensed a strange wind slowly approaching, as if some kind of danger was approaching them.

"Shen Duo. Yun Kang couldn't help but slap a spirit, and immediately shouted: "What the hell is going on, what did you see?"

He couldn't help but feel a little anxious, then turned on the flashlight, swept the light left and right, and saw that several of them were smiling excitedly, all of them had an intoxicated expression, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Just as he was about to continue asking them, he suddenly saw Shen Duo's eyes light up, and then he pulled his legs and ran towards the stone mountain, and Yan Fucha and Chen Jingye also immediately followed, and the figures of the three of them quickly disappeared into the dark fog.

Yan Xuan stood in place, his legs trembling slightly with excitement, his eyes looked at the mirage-like scene, his face showed an incredible expression, and he muttered: "How is this possible, are these ancient people still alive?"

Brother Niu's face changed, a layer of cold sweat broke out in his head, and he suddenly shouted loudly: "I remember, this is Eight Immortals Town, I have been to this place before...... Eight Immortal Town, Eight Immortal Town is the cultivation immortal palace built by the immortals of the Ming Dynasty!"

Yun Kang's scalp suddenly went numb, and a bad sixth sense suddenly surged up from the bottom of his heart, making him feel a creepy shock all over his body, he couldn't say what specific danger there was, but there must be a big problem.

He didn't want to think about it, so he hurriedly opened his throat and shouted: "Shen Duo, Fucha, you come back quickly, don't go to Stone Mountain-"

Before the words fell, I saw three black shadows turn around and run back, and the footsteps sounded "pop and pop", and then I heard Shen Duo shouting: "Go back to the car, cover the tent, and hide!"

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(To be continued.) )