After speaking, Li Mo turned around and walked out of the gate of Nangong Mansion.

Looking at the two magnificent stone lions at the gate, and then at the decaying and deserted scene in the Nangong Mansion, Li Moyi no longer stopped and walked towards the east.

Maybe it's because of his grandfather's protection, Li Moyi came out of Nangong Lin's house until he was about to reach the foot of Yongshan Mountain, and he didn't find him at all, so it seems that he has to incense his grandfather when he goes back.

The small inn at the foot of Yongshan Mountain is a place for Li Moyi to relax.

Two plates of mutton, a plate of side dishes, and a roast chicken, it is very comfortable to eat.

There was a lot of delay in Nangong Mansion, and now it was dark. When Li Mo walked to the small inn, his forehead was covered with sweat.

Why are there so many people? How long does it take to get a seat?

At a glance, this small inn is crowded with people, not a hundred, but thirty or forty.

"Boss, do you have any seats here?" As soon as Li Mo saw the proprietress last time, he looked around and asked the proprietress helplessly.

"You'll have a seat right away!" The proprietress said with a smile.

Li Moyi shook his head. There's too much moisture in that.

People who run small shops say this every time.

In the past, when Li Mo went to a small shop to eat noodles, he waited for half an hour to find a seat. There was another time when I had to wait for an hour to eat hot pot skewers, but this time, I ......

Yes, Li Moyi also had to go to other places to see, people moved living trees and moved dead, which means that there are vacant places in other small inns.

Li Mo took a look at these brand-new dining tables and benches, obviously they had just opened, and secretly thought to himself that the owner of this shop was really shrewd, and opened the inn to the foot of this Yongshan Mountain, whether the people on the mountain could dig gold mines or not, but they all had to eat, so that the monopoly industry and the gold mine said that they would make a lot of money, wonderful.

Just as Li Mo turned around to leave, a waking wood sound sounded, sounding familiar.

I don't know if it's because grandpa likes to tell stories, Li Moyi has always had a good impression of storytellers, and walked in the direction where the sound in the store came.

"Today, I will tell you a strange person, it was a personal experience many years ago, that person was thirty or forty years old, it was this waist upright, full of arrogance, claiming to be a person from Xiling Village, who had saved ......"

The storyteller in his early fifties is in high spirits and is speaking with vigor.

"This man's expression is quite funny." Li Mo smiled.

Wait a minute.

People from Xiling Village?

Li Mo's brows tightened, "People from Xiling Village...... Xiling ...... Xiling ...... How does that sound so similar to the Baptist? ”

Thinking like this, Li Moyi recalled his grandfather's accent and demeanor when he spoke, coupled with the fact that storytellers like to speculate about Jiayi's occupational disease.

Xiling people.

Baptists. Without the slightest error.

"The waist is upright and full of arrogance, if this is put on grandpa, it is really suitable......" Li Mo said to himself, paused, "It's just... According to what Old Man Zhao said, grandpa is obviously the only soul cleanser in the world, how did he become a soul cleanser? And those thirty or forty years old......"

Li Mo stood behind the lively crowd, how to think and wonder. That's weird. Without thinking much about it, Li Moyi planned to leave this troubled place first.

As soon as Li Mo turned around and was about to leave, it seemed that someone called him from behind him, and heard the voice, as if he had heard it somewhere.

Li Mo turned his head curiously and saw the person who called him, and his face immediately became ugly.

Ever seen?

"Hey, isn't this the magic stick from last morning, let's have something to eat." The man looked at Li Moyi with a smile, sitting at a table with several young men and women, fiddling with wine glasses in his hands, with a playful look on his face.

"No, you can eat." Li Mo looked at the familiar person, shook his head without saying anything, turned around and walked out of the small inn.

"This son, let's meet for the first time, why don't we eat together?" The woman sitting next to the man stood up, walked over, and pulled Li Mo with a smile and said.

I don't know why, as soon as Li Mo heard the word "childe" coming out of the woman's mouth, he always felt a little uncomfortable.

"Let the past pass. Why are you so stingy, a scholar? Call you a few words of magic stick, and you're really angry? My surname is Chen, and my scholar's surname is honorable? The man said to Li Moyi with a smile.

Anyway, it's a meal, who is not rubbing, anyway, he can't lose, Li Mo shrugged his shoulders and didn't refuse again. "Mu Zi Li."

Looking at this kid's words, Li Mo wanted to applaud his words.

If it weren't for Li Moyi's scholarly dress, that person probably wouldn't have been as simple as calling a few magic sticks, right? ?

Li Moyi walked over with his bag and sat at the table with them. Li Mo asked the proprietress for a cup of flower tea and began to talk politely with these unfamiliar people.

He had met the leader surnamed Chen, and the others had never met. As for friendship, it is completely impossible to talk about it.

"Oh, you're a painter." The man surnamed Chen glanced at Li Moyi's broken bag, and saw that there were some red marks on the bag, and the man sneered.

"Almost, I didn't expect our Young Master Chen to come to this small restaurant for dinner." Painting and drawing talismans are almost the same, Li Moyi replied calmly, if they were told that these red marks were the blood of dead people, would they say that he was lying?

These traces were inadvertently touched by Nangong Lin before, although they are not very smelly, but they are quite disgusting to look at.

Li Mo put his backpack on the bench, and while dealing with everyone's speech, he asked the proprietress to serve three plates of beef.

The man surnamed Chen saw that Li Mo didn't say much, and he didn't care, so he chatted with everyone.

"Young Master Chen, is it dangerous for us to go there to explore the secret in a while?" The woman on the side said with a gentle smile. The man surnamed Chen glanced at him, "There must be no danger, if there is danger, can I call you to go?" ”

After speaking, the man surnamed Chen turned his eyes to Li Moyi: "God stick, do you want to find excitement?"

"Stimulation?" Li Moyi said perfunctorily.

"Explore the Eternal Mountain." The woman took over the conversation, and it was estimated that she saw that the relationship between the young master surnamed Chen and Li Moyi was a little nervous, and said in a round: "It's just free, so we want to go to Yongshan to have fun."

With the woman's explanation, Li Moyi probably understood what they were talking about.

There is a legend of evil in Yongshan, which has been circulating in Dexin County for a long time and has become a well-known "secret".

There have always been rumors among the people, the people say that there are demons in Yongshan, and every night in the dead of night, the mountain often resounds the cries of women and the sound of children playing.

"It's not that no one lived on Yongshan before, it's that they all moved away after a while, and no one knows why." The man surnamed Chen picked up the wine glass and poured a sip of wine into his mouth: "My father once told me about this Yongshan, and I heard my father say that people who live there will encounter several strange things."

"First of all, the door opens automatically at night, even if it's locked." The expression of the man surnamed Chen did not look like a joke, but the others thought he was bragging, except for Li Moyi.

There are demons and evil spirits on Yongshan, and Li Mo has already learned about it.

Li Mo thought to himself and continued to listen calmly.

"Second, pigs, sheep, dogs and cats start barking at night, and noisy people can't sleep at all."

"The third ......" the man surnamed Chen said with a mysterious face: "There is a dilapidated temple halfway up the Yongshan Mountain, and on the first stone pillar at the entrance of the temple, there is a poem engraved there, as long as someone reads this poem, there will be a nightmare."

The woman on the side was so frightened that her face was not light, and she asked with a pale face, "What kind of poem?"

"The thunder in the sky is fierce, hitting the front shell of people, don't blame the thunder for hitting you, making you disturb people." The man surnamed Chen muttered word by word, Li Mo didn't say a word, he listened quietly.

This poem is very simple and easy to understand: thunder and lightning in the sky struck someone, and only that person was blamed for disturbing the purity of others. This "bystander" should refer to the demon on the eternal mountain. In this way, the full meaning of the poem is clear, and it may be that the verse was intended to warn the people not to live in the mountains.

Translated, it is: disturb the purity at your own risk.