As the night grew darker, the crowds in the street market slowly dispersed, and the vendors packed up their things and put them on tricycles and disappeared into the streets.

The joy of the street returned to silence, and at the edge of the silent forest, under a few tall pine trees, stood four people, who looked at the temple in front of them in a daze.

The red candles in front of the temple kept swaying, a large plate of sandalwood in the temple was gradually burning in the air, and the smoke was swirling in the temple, lining the spiritual position of the ancestor on the altar.

Wicker was a little frightened by this eerie atmosphere, and he clasped his hands in front of his chest, as if to defend himself against the cold.

"There's nothing, according to Mingma, you can see him on the recruitment day of the ancestor of the society, but he is an old man or a yin soldier, but now it's the middle of the night, and there's nothing." Lao Dao didn't know where to take out a stalk of Buddha dust, held it in his hand, and kept circling around the temple.

Zhang Yi thinks that the dust whisk of the old way is a mystery, because no matter when and where he wants to, he doesn't know when and where he takes out a whisk, and no one knows where he took it out or when he took it out.

"Maybe it's a legend, there may be no such thing as a social ancestor, and there is no such thing as recruiting Yin soldiers, it may be a kind of folk sacrifice, the people have a belief, praying for good weather and good weather, and the people live and work in peace and contentment." Wicker touched his chin with a pensive expression.

Zhang Yi still believes it, because he has seen ghosts and ghosts, so what's so unreasonable about having a yin and yang liaison officer who manages one side of yin and yang?

Lingyu never spoke, he squatted in front of this small temple of only one square meter and carefully observed, pricking up his ears to listen to everything around him.

Everyone immediately stopped saying a word when they saw the serious appearance of the Spirit Domain, and even their breathing slowed down, and in an instant, there was a dead silence in this wilderness.

"Whoosh~"

As soon as he raised his hand, a shining silver needle shot out from the sleeve of the spiritual realm, and it flashed a cold light, and after circling the temple twice, a fierce man drilled into the temple and landed on the spiritual seat of the ancestor of the society.

Lao Dao tried to stop it, but it was too late, looking at the silver needle tied to the spiritual position of the ancestor of the society, Lao Dao couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.

It's no wonder that, according to the division, the ancestor of the society also appeared in the Taoist lineage, and he was also the gods they worshipped, although he was only a sesame official, but after all, he was still an official.

Lingyu pulled out the silver needle and stood up and looked at Zhang Yi: "It's very strange, not only is there no ancestor here, but there is no soul of a Yin soldier, this is very abnormal, I also saw a villager die during the day and hold a funeral." ”

Zhang Yi nodded, he also saw it in the evening, not to mention that there were no ghosts and evil spirits in this wilderness, and it was very incredible.

"It's really suspicious, this point in time is the time when yin is in full swing and yang is declining, and I have never seen such a phenomenon in so many places."

"Yes, what Xiao Zhang said is reasonable, although the soul of a person returns to the Yin Division after death, but there will still be many lonely souls and wild ghosts in every village and town, some of them are of unclear origin, some are wronged and die too heavily to avoid the Yin Division, and some are self-committed and do not accept the underworld, although my mana can not see the ancestor of the society, but I still have no problem seeing ghosts, I have dealt with these evil creatures a lot over the years, but I have never seen such a clean and thorough area, which is not in line with common sense."

The question was raised, but everyone present was unsolved, and no one knew what was going on, so it suddenly seemed heavier, of course, this did not include the wicker, he thought that the ancestor of the society might not exist, and it was a ghost head made up in the minds of the public.

The four of them walked on the fallen leaves in the dark forest and searched for it aimlessly, but they never found anything, so they had no choice but to return to the hotel.

The next morning, the four of them ran to the bus station with black circles under their eyes, because they heard from the innkeeper that the car to Linxi Town would be one in the morning, and it would be gone if it was late.

When the four of them hurried to the station, they were blasted out by the security guard, walked in the direction pointed by the security guard, and found a seven-seater Wuling Zhiguang van parked on the side of the road, and a sign was placed under the windshield in front of the van, which was written in Linxi Town.

Seeing that the four of them wanted to take the car, the big-bellied driver stuck his round head out of the window and shouted: "Lin Xi, Lin Xi, hey, how many of you go to Lin Xi, get in the car, just a few places, and leave immediately." ”

In the hurry, the four of them hurriedly got into the tattered van, it is now seven o'clock in the morning, and it takes an hour to get to Linxi, so it should be around seven o'clock.

At eleven o'clock in the morning, twenty-one people were crammed into the seven-seater van and finally slowly hit the road.

The driver is like an autumn mountain bike god on the windswept national highway, and the people in the carriage fall down with the turn and do not listen, like seaweed fluttering in the wind.

Lao Dao tilted his head and whispered: "Xiao Zhang, I heard the explosion in the car, this thing won't fall apart in a while!" ”

"Probably not, but I'm tired," Wicker preemptively said.

"Tired, not so much, I feel more relaxed," Zhang Yiwen said angrily.

Lao Dao seemed to be a little angry, he shouted loudly: "You don't look at the weight, the one on your lap is a child, a young man sitting on wicker legs, a big fat man sitting on my lap, and what's even more annoying is that there is a little girl sitting on Lingyu's lap." ”

After Lao Dao finished speaking, he tilted his head and looked at the man who was sitting on his lap and looked at him with a faceless smile, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Don't complain, everyone be considerate of each other, you see I have one in my arms while driving, they are all fellows, you say who can be thrown down, right! But I'm still very envious of your white-faced brother, the beauties in our town, Xi Shi, choose to sit on his lap, it's really enviable. ”

After the driver finished speaking, he also glanced at the spiritual domain from the rearview mirror, and found that he didn't seem to know what to do, and he didn't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, and the beautiful woman sat on his lap, but he sat straight, and his head was tilted to the side as much as possible, which seemed to be very disgusting.

The car bumped for more than an hour, surrounded by the crowd, the four of them got out of the car with a stench, and as soon as they got out of the car, the wicker kept vomiting on the side of the road, he was a person who did not get motion sickness, but in such a car that swayed left and right and there was cigarette smoke, he finally couldn't let go.

What you see in front of you is a beautiful town, not big, not many streets, not bustling, but very clean.

Most of the people walking on the street are old and young, Anqing's industry is not very developed, the main way to earn money is still to go to Jiangsu, Zhejiang and coastal work, this season young people are in the field, only the Chinese New Year will come back.

took out Li Xiaoya's ID card, knew his village, and prepared to walk towards his village.

At this point, Zhang Yi's heart suddenly calmed down, maybe it was a relief to be able to fulfill Li Xiaoya's wish as soon as possible.

But soon I got lost, there are no street signs in the rural villages, there are no house numbers, and it is very difficult for you to find a family in such a scattered village.

"There's a person in front, I'm going to inquire" Wicker pointed to a middle-aged obese man holding a big earth dog in front of him.

Wicker's choice to ask for directions is right, because many old people can't speak Mandarin, and it is particularly difficult to ask for directions.