The Yuan God of Jin An possessed the paper-cutting man. Baidu search literature network, more good free reading.

The original god possessed the paper and pierced the people.

This is still the head attached to the flesh and blood of a living person.

The flesh and blood body is full of vitality, just like a ship carrying a soul through the suffering of the world, isolated from the wind, sun, rain, thunder and fire.

No wonder those lonely ghosts always like to find the living to possess them.

Those lonely ghosts are like shipwrecked people who want to board a new ship again.

Perhaps because Huang Zinian had no idea of resisting, he was completely open to Jin An, and let Jin An take the initiative, Jin An quickly became familiar with this new body after moving his hands and feet a little, and then strode out of the courtyard.

Along the way, I saw the guards of "Huang Zinian".

saw the sublimation of temperament and walked out of the "Huang Zinian" with his head held high.

They all come over frequently.

Is this still the cowardly and honest Huang Zinian they know?

Huang Zinian, who was possessed by Jin An, strode out of the still rainy courtyard after borrowing a knife and a hat from the guards with stunned expressions on his faces.

The brave went straight to the ancestral hall in Sanshui Village to arrange for the inquirement.

Maybe it's because these people from other villages are living bodhisattvas who can save the lives of the whole village, Huang Zinian, who was possessed by Jin An, easily entered the ancestral hall guarded by famous villagers after casually telling a few lies.

Jin An was worried about personally inspecting the ancestral hall, and seeing that he didn't find any useful clues, he turned to the independent courtyard where the antique dealer lived.

The place where the antique dealer lives, in Sanshui Village is a bit off, when Jin An came to the place, he did not hide like a gallant mouse, but walked to the door in a bright light, just when he was about to break the door and enter, but was stopped by two villagers hiding nearby.

They are the villagers who keep an eye on the antique dealers and prevent them from running away.

"Hey, you... You are... I know you!"

"You are those living bodhisattvas that Liu Daring and they invited from outside the village, living bodhisattvas, why don't you have a good rest, and you came here late at night? Why, why do you still have a cold and shining knife in your hand?"

"Living Bodhisattva, listen to our advice, hurry up and leave here, the people who live in this single courtyard are not easy to mess with, and the strange illness of our whole village is caused by the group of antique dealers who live here!"

The two villagers were also kind and persuaded Jin An to stay away from this single courtyard quickly.

The rainy night was dark, and the sight was a little bad, Jin An squinted slightly to see each other's appearance clearly, and in front of him were two old men in the village, and the stomachs of these two old men were also swollen like small round balls.

It's just not as serious as other villagers, because the stomach is too swollen, the belly is torn thin, the pain is unbearable, and I don't even have the strength to go to the ground.

But according to the level of the two people in front of them, I'm afraid they won't be able to carry it for long.

For such an important matter as keeping an eye on antique dealers, only two old men with slow legs and feet were arranged, and it is conceivable that the villagers of Sanshui Village are collectively infected with strange diseases and have no manpower.

"Traveling alone late at night, Huang just casually brought a weapon to defend himself, I don't know what the two old men are called?" Jin An did not leave immediately, nor did he refute the simple clothes of the rural old man in front of him, but hugged his fists in a friendly manner and said politely.

In the face of the living bodhisattva being so polite, this can make the two old people very shocked, and they hurriedly bowed with fear.

"You are a living bodhisattva, how can we afford such a big gift! Don't! Don't! Don't! I heard Liu Daring and they said, living bodhisattvas, you are all strange people who have risen from the grave, and you are real living bodhisattvas!"

"Living Bodhisattva, you don't have to be so polite to our two bad old men in the countryside, this is completely tormenting us, we have no merit to lose weight and live Bodhisattva's gift, Living Bodhisattva, you just call us old roots, old together, we rural people are not so particular. ”

Jin An couldn't help but laugh and hurriedly held the arms of the two elders to prevent them from really giving him a big gift.

In order to prevent the two grandfathers in front of him from continuing to salute him, Jin An changed the topic and said: "I can't hide it, I came here today, not for anything else, but for the antique dealer who lives here and the strange illness of you." Baidu search literature network, more good free reading. ”

"I have a way to solve the problem that Sanshui Village is experiencing now. ”

The two old men were shocked when they heard this, they first looked excited, and then with a look of doubt?

"Don't you always say that we are living bodhisattvas and can save the lives of all of your villagers, why, now you don't believe that I can save the lives of all your people in Sanshui Village?" Jin An's face was straight, and the two old men were so frightened that they hurriedly waved their hands and said no, they were afraid of offending the living bodhisattva in front of them.

The old man's mind is very stubborn.

You can't listen to any big things you tell him.

Especially the old people in the countryside, they are stubborn, and ten cows can't pull them back.

But if you get into something that the gods are talking about, on the contrary, they will be more likely to listen.

The older a person gets, the more afraid he is of death, and the easier it is to taboo some folk gods and monsters.

Sometimes reasoning with stubborn old people also requires some skill.

Don't look at Jin An's politeness to the two rural masters, when he turned around, he directly and unceremoniously kicked open the courtyard door where the antique dealers lived, bang!

I don't know that Jin An's foot is too strong.

Or is it because the gate itself has no latch.

was actually kicked away by Jin An's feet.

This kick also frightened the second elder who followed him so much that his face turned green, his heart almost stopped beating to his throat, and the muscles on his face trembled fiercely.

They looked at each other, and the living Bodhisattva in front of them didn't look like he was here to talk to an antique dealer, but like an angry-eyed Vajra Bodhisattva who came to the door and killed someone?

At this time, in the single courtyard, the lights were bright, and the door was also open, and there was no external fortification.

But strangely, this single courtyard is very quiet at night.

Even if the courtyard door was kicked open and someone hit the door with a knife, no one came out to check the situation.

"Don't look at it, this single courtyard has long been empty, and there is no one. Jin An said to the two old men who were looking into the courtyard in fear.

The questioner was originally with an antique dealer.

If Mr. Yi and Zhong Laosan really came to Sanshui Village, there was no reason to ask if they disappeared, and these antique dealers could still stay here intact?

Ah......h

Lao Gentou and Lao He looked at each other in fear, and then they couldn't care about Jin An, so they stumbled into the house in fright to find someone.

It turned out that I really didn't find anyone.

"How is it possible, how is it possible, we have been staring at this place from morning to night, and no one has ever walked out of this single courtyard... It's over, it's over, the people are gone, what can I do with the lives of the whole village......" The two old men searched the house, but they couldn't find anyone, and they were so anxious that they almost cried.

"It's nothing impossible, it's just a group of rats with their heads and tails hidden, tonight I will skin this group of rats crossing the street to get justice for your Sanshui Village." ”

Jin An walked into the room with a knife, his eyes were sharp, with a fierce spirit, the "Huang Zinian" at this time was no longer the honest Huang Zinian.

When he walked into the lobby of the house, he was immediately attracted by the hanging pictures hanging in the lobby.

That painting doesn't have much character.

It looks like an ordinary calligraphy and painting.

What really attracted Jin'an's attention was the content of the painting, which was a brightly lit inn that was opening its doors to solicit business, with a bamboo pole standing in front of the store, and the five words "Mandarin Duck House Inn" were written on the banner.

And outside the courtyard of the inn, there is a small tomb.

Huang Zinian's stunned voice sounded in Jin An's ears, and his shocked voice said: "Daoist Jin An, this... What's going on?"

"Why is the calligraphy and painting of the Mandarin Duck House Inn hanging in Sanshui Village?"

There are two souls living in the flesh shell.

One is Jin'an.

One is Huang Zinian.

As early as when he was on the road, Huang Zinian already knew Jin An's true identity.

Jin An didn't answer Huang Zinian's question immediately, but said to the two old men beside him with a pleasant face: "Old man, do you want to completely get rid of the strange disease of the whole village tonight, and completely get rid of the cursed bad luck of the whole village?"

"I want you to do something for me now, don't make a noise now, stay outside the gate of the courtyard, and don't let anyone enter here. ”

"The strange disease in Sanshui Village is not a punishment from the heavens at all, but a group of demon monks and evil ways in Sanshui Village are bewitching the people's hearts. In order to prevent someone from breaking in by mistake and injuring innocent people when I am fighting with those demon monks and evil ways, so you should guard the gate of the courtyard now and don't let anyone in, and don't make a noise so as not to cause panic among the villagers, and see me return to you a quiet place today. ”

After appeasing the old roots and the old ones, bang!

Jin An closed the courtyard door.

Close all doors and windows in the house.

"Jin'an Dao Chief... What kind of disease do these poor villagers have?" Huang Zinian's soul voice sounded in Huang Zinian's body.

Huang Zinian's soul is silently close to the Liuding Liujia Fu, the soul is indescribably comfortable, and there is a kind of wax moon and cold winter pasted on the stove, such as the warmth of Muyang spring and March.

Jin An stood in front of the hanging painting, carefully looked at the calligraphy and painting in front of him, and whispered in Huang Zinian's body: "They have been tricked by someone, it is not difficult to save them, and the plague expulsion talisman of the five plague messengers can save them......"

But there is still a word in Jin Anxin that has not been said.

He has three enshrined plague-repelling talismans on his body, which is more than enough to save people.

However, even he could see the root cause of these villagers' strange diseases, and there was no reason for Mr. Yi and Zhong Laosan's ability, neither of them could see what kind of disease these villagers had?

Wei's explanation is that there must be some scruples that made the two of them not rashly act.

Maybe this is related to the calligraphy and painting of the Mandarin Duck House Inn in front of me......

At this time, Jin An looked down and saw a lot of water stains and two pairs of shoe prints in the house, which were stained with a lot of yellow mud unique to the mountains, and these yellow mud had not completely dried.

There will be no yellow mud unique to these mountains in the village, it is likely that Mr. Yi and Zhong Laosan left, and these yellow mud shoe prints finally disappeared suddenly in front of this calligraphy and painting.

......

......

The moon is dark and the wind is high.

The wilderness world outside the grave.

Flowing and dripping –

The sky was still drifting with a slanting wind and drizzle.

There was a grave by the side of the road that had been dug up.

The moonlight overhead is shrouded in dark clouds, just like the human heart is covered with a haze, without the stars and moonlight as a reference, it loses the meaning of time, and this dark world does not know how long it has been silent, only the sound of rain remains......

Suddenly!

In the open grave, the man wearing a robe, a hat on his head, and a goose sword at his waist, looking like a famous swordsman, jumped out of the grave.

"Sure enough, it's a painting of nine revelations, and it's really repeated reincarnation, it seems that the clues left by Mr. Yi are right, and you really have to break all the layers of painting to jump out of this infinite reincarnation. ”

Under the robe, Jin An's whispering voice came out.

"Daoist Jin An, why did we touch that calligraphy and painting, and it appeared in the ruined Mandarin Duck House Inn? Hasn't the Mandarin Duck House Inn been burned to ashes by us, why did we enter the calligraphy and painting and then appear in another Mandarin Duck House Inn that was not burned by the fire?"

In the flesh, Huang Zinian's voice of disbelief sounded.

The physical body holds two souls.

Because Huang Zinian directly communicated with Jin An with his soul, he no longer stammered.

So, Jin An simply explained to Huang Zinian the principle of "painting nine revelations", but now even Jin An doesn't know how many layers of rice paper there are in the antique calligraphy and painting hanging in Sanshui Village?

If there is really a legendary nine-layer rice paper, then they have to go through a total of nine Mandarin Duck House Inns before they can really go out.

As for the second Mandarin Duck Inn, you don't have to think about it to know that it must have been bulldozed by Mr. Yi and Zhong Laosan.

Subsequently, Jin An began to rush to Sanshui Village repeatedly.

...... Enter the second layer of painting......

...... Enter the third layer of painting ......

Every time he entered the painting world, the inn had been reduced to ruins, and his speed could not catch up with the speed of Mr. Yi and Zhong Laosan chasing down antique dealers and demolishing the Mandarin Duck Pavilion.

It wasn't until Jin An was about to enter the fifth layer of painting that he stopped in front of the painting, and as he entered the painting, the calligraphy and painting paper hanging in Sanshui Village would become thinner.

Jin An raised his hand and gently rubbed the thickness of the edge of the calligraphy and painting: "It seems that this group of antique dealers has a lot of strange skills, but it is not really against the sky to be irresistible. ”

"Daoist Jin'an, how do you see it?" Huang Zinian's tone was adoring, he was sincerely impressed by Jin'an's courage on the road, he was really full of guts, and he was not afraid of ghosts.

"Because this paper is almost as thin as a cicada's wings, and if it is any thinner, it will no longer be able to peel off the layer. Be careful, this last layer should be about to find the real nest. ”

The light and shadow in the room flashed, and the figure of the man in the coat and hat, who was still standing in front of the calligraphy and painting and talking to himself, had disappeared out of thin air.

The moon is dark and the wind is high.

The shadows of the mountains and forests are rustling, and the black paint is like countless yin trees beckoning, as if they are seducing the soul of the living, and the green mountains and green waters during the day will become heavy at night.

Ideal for hiding dirt and dirt.

This is a bleak tomb under the moon.

This tomb looks to be many years old, full of antiquity, the tombstone on the side of the road has long been gone, and I don't know who the owner of the tomb here is... At this moment, the name is wearing a robe, a hat on his head, and a goose knife on his waist, looking like a figure of a famous swordsman, stepping on a muddy road that is difficult to walk to the tomb.

After so many years of wind and rain, the tomb in front of me has also been cut off layer after layer, leaving only a faint layer of soil.

If you hadn't known there was a grave here.

It's easy to overlook the little mound on the side of the road, who would have thought that this could be a graveyard?

But what Jin An saw was not a tomb, but a brightly lit inn that was opening for business, and the inn was full of people, and many people were drinking and gathering.

There is a bamboo pole standing in front of the inn.

There are long flags hanging on the bamboo poles——

Mandarin Duck House Inn!

The Mandarin Duck House Inn here is more lively than the Mandarin Duck House Inn that Jin An came to for the first time, and there are a lot of people in it.

It was a gloomy rainy night.

A man in a hat with a goose knife at his waist.

Look up at this noisy cannibal inn that is open for business.

Let the cold rain from the sky pass through the black curtain of the hat, hit the face behind the black curtain, and then drip down the cheeks......

He.

It's like a wind going upstream.

The Yan Ling knife on the waist of the bracelet went straight to the Mandarin Duck House Inn.

——The road is long and resistant, the line is coming, the line will not give up, and the future can be expected!