Situ's evening ceremony has passed, and now he has spent two rounds of spring and autumn in the Holy Maiden Temple. In the past two years, there has been no change in the boundary of Linyue Peak, and after recuperation, the Moon Bud Cloud is full of vitality again, and it is still the number one sect in the cultivation realm.

On this day, Situ Wankong was preparing to salute, and wanted to travel down the mountain with her master, Qingchen Zhenren, again.

"Uncle Xiao, are you going down the mountain again?" Situ Xuan dragged Situ Lan into the shrine of the Holy Maiden, and saw Situ Wankong who was packing his baggage.

When he looked up, he saw two serious little boys coming over, Situ Wankong smiled knowingly, and said, "Yes, I have been in the moon buds and clouds for two years, and I should go down the mountain with my master to take a look." ”

"When will the little uncle come back?" Situ Xuan asked, and pushed Situ Lan, who was silent, next to him.

But Situ Lan dodged away and still didn't speak, just stood quietly to the side and watched Situ Wankong.

Situ Wankong smiled, stretched out his hand and pulled the two of them, sitting beside him one by one. Then he patted the two of them lightly behind their backs, "Hmm...... It shouldn't be too long. If it's fast, it's a month or two, and if it's slow, it won't take more than a year. ”

"Huh? So long? It's not long yet! Situ Xuan sighed, even Situ Lan's eyes widened unconsciously when she heard it, did she want to leave for so long?

"Hahaha...... You two. Don't be lazy when I'm away, and when I come back, I'll check your schoolwork. Situ Wankong smiled heartily.

"Hmm." Situ Lan nodded in response.

Situ Xuan rubbed the corners of his clothes and remained silent, and finally could only reluctantly say: "I know!" Uncle Xiao, don't forget to bring us gifts. ”

Situ Wankong 'fluttered', and flicked it lightly on Situ Xuan's brain, and the little guy covered his forehead with an 'ouch', his eyes widened.

"You have to learn from Ah Lan well, he never wants me to worry about his schoolwork. However, Ah Lan, you also have to learn from Ah Xuan, how to be a child, how to be old-fashioned every day, older than your father! After that, he also flicked Situ Lan's forehead lightly, this time, he didn't avoid Situ Wankong like he had just avoided Situ Xuan, he took a hard beating, and he didn't say anything.

"Hahaha......" Situ Xuan was still pouting when he heard the first half, but the second half of the sentence made him laugh so much that his stomach hurt, and the complaint from the little uncle was the most fatal to Situ Lan.

“…… Well. After holding back for a long time, the blushing Situ Lan finally answered.

"Uncle Xiao, it's almost the Yuan Festival, but will you leave after the festival?" Situ Xuan asked.

"No, don't worry, when did I come back and didn't bring you a gift?" Situ Wankong gently pinched the faces of the two children, and touched their heads again.

I'm really a little reluctant to let these two little guys go, but I think it's just a trip down the mountain, and it's nothing. picked up his baggage and Chang'an, and walked out of the Holy Maiden Temple......

"Master, where are we going?" Counting it, this should be the fifth time that Situ Wankong has gone down the mountain, but it is still inevitable that there will be some excitement.

"Wuyi Town." The Light Dust Daoist replied.

Situ Wankong was not too familiar with the land under the mountain, and this Wuyi Town was not within the scope of his cognition, so he asked, "Huh? Is there any reason for that? ”

"It was originally just an ordinary town, and most of the residents of the whole town made a living from weaving, printing and dyeing. It is reported that five years ago, a family came to the town, surnamed Ye, who had a secret recipe for printing and dyeing fabrics. The cloth dyed by their Ye family will never fade, and the color is so bright that it is unmatched by other dyeing workshops. Moreover, his Ye family also used some kind of spice mixed with dyes, so the dyed cloth was not only bright in color, but also had a strange fragrance, and it would not dissipate for a long time. Therefore, there is an endless stream of merchants who come to Wuyi Town to buy the cloth of the Ye family's dyeing workshop, and Wuyi Town has also become famous since the arrival of the Ye family. Qingchen Zhenren explained.

"Isn't that a good thing?" Situ was so empty that he was puzzled.

"No one knows if this is a good thing, there is a way to rely on blessings and misfortunes, blessings and misfortunes lurk, this is just the beginning." Qingchen Zhenren paused for a while, and then continued: "One night a year ago, the Ye family was slaughtered. ”

"What?!" Situ Wankong was also surprised, and then asked, "Personal vendetta?" Family hatred? Or is it the result of evil spirits? "What kind of grudge is this, you want to kill people all over the house?!

"I don't know!" Qingchen Zhenren shook his head and said: "It's just that the Ye family, from the master to the servant, fifty-eight people, all died overnight." Not a single one left! The killer has not yet been found. Therefore, this matter has become an unsolved case in Wuyi Town, and it has become a forbidden word that no one in the town dares to mention. But it wasn't until three months ago that I heard that someone was passing by the Ye family's desolate and dilapidated old mansion, and heard someone talking in the house, and saw ghost fire flickering. For a moment, the town was in a state of panic. ”

"That's the case, Master, then we should really go to the Ye family's old mansion in Wuyi Town and have a look." Situ Wankong stroked Chang'an in his hand and said with a solemn face.

"Exactly!"

This Wuyi town is surrounded by the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River, and when the two of them arrived by boat and entered the town, it was already in the waning days.

And Qingchen Zhenren and Situ Wankong did not take a break first, but asked directly and walked outside the Ye family's old house.

The door of this Ye family's old mansion is closed, and from the outside, it looks like it is just a mansion of an ordinary rich family, just because it has not been cleaned for a long time, it is a little dilapidated, but there is nothing special about it.

Situ flew to the Ye Mansion with light skills in the evening sky, only to see that the courtyard inside was overgrown with weeds, and many of the doors and windows were already dilapidated, even quieter. There is a rockery in the main courtyard, and the water in the pond has not dried up. When it is the head of the Ye family as a feng shui arrangement, and deliberately built at the opening of this main gate, there is a way: the mountain is in charge of people, and the water is in charge of wealth.

After turning around, I found that the Ye family really attached great importance to the feng shui pattern, and the orientation of each room, the direction of the door, and even the pavilion pillars in the corridor were all quite exquisite, and they should have been arranged under the guidance of a master.

It has been a year since the tragedy. Although the corpses had all been removed into the ground, the blood stains that had long since dried up were still faintly visible in the corners, corridors, and inside the room. Fifty-eight! All of them were slaughtered overnight, and you can imagine how terrible and tragic the scene was that night.

When he came, he also asked the people in Wuyi Town about the Ye family, but the people he asked were all evasive, or they didn't know what was going on at that time. Therefore, Situ Wankong did not find any exact news for the time being, so he had to rely more on reality investigation to find some valuable clues.

Although the Ye family's old mansion is a rich portal, it is not particularly large, and it is mainly divided into two areas: accommodation and dyeing room. Situ went around the sky in the evening, and there was nothing special to discover. There is no popularity, but there is no ghost spirit, so after thinking about it, I had to return to the Ye Mansion again.

"How?" Qingchen Zhenren saw his apprentice come out and asked.

Situ Wankong shook his head and told a general overview of what he had seen, and Qingchen Zhenren was not clueless for the time being, so the two had to return to the inn in the town to stay first and then make plans.

Although this light dust real person has traveled in the world for a long time, she is only looking for people, but she never interferes or participates in the affairs of the world, at most she just rescues as she wants. Even if Situ Wankong's parents died back then, she never helped. Therefore, the matter of Ye Zhai's inquiry fell on Situ Wankong alone.

On the second day, Situ Wankong also wandered around this Wuyi Town for a day, and more or less knew and heard about some things about the Ye family. But I found that the more I asked, the answers I got were different, and there were different opinions, which really made people more and more confused.

On this day, it is still the Shangyuan Festival. Situ Wankong took a leave of absence to Qingchen Zhenren that night, saying that he wanted to participate in the lantern festival in Wuyi Town.

Qingchen Zhenren smiled and agreed. Although Situ Wankong is different from ordinary children, he is more sensible and mature, but in the final analysis, he is still a young and bright age. It is also normal to have a yearning for delicious, fun, and beautiful things in this rolling red dust.

Therefore, on this night, Situ Wankong blended into the flow of people in Wuyi Town and stepped into this bustling street market. Walk and watch, eat and stroll. I thought to myself, at this time, it would be perfect if I could bring Ah Lan and Ah Xuan out together.

Suddenly, on the lampstand on the side of the street, a round lantern in the shape of a lantern attracted her attention. I ran over in three or two steps, looked up, and couldn't help laughing.

This lantern is not as delicate as other lanterns, and there is no ornate or cute shape. It was a white, round rice ball, and it was so big, it was hung in the air, and it shook and swayed, so that Situ Wankong's mouth was greedy, and he really wanted to take it off and eat it.

With this in mind, his hand slowly reached out, trying to take it off. But at this moment, a scream came from the street behind him. Situ Wankong turned around vigilantly and found that the lampstand on the other side of the street had fallen down and was pressing straight down towards her. Although it was thrilling, for Situ Wankong, it was easy to instinctively dodge and dodge.

But she saw a young man in red standing under the lampstand, not far from her. He was facing him, so as soon as she turned around, the two of them were facing each other. It seemed that he was no more than twelve or thirteen years old, dressed in red and with black hair rising in the wind.

Because he had his back to the giant lampstand, he didn't notice the shelf that was collapsing behind him. And Situ Wankong didn't have time to think about it, just tiptoed, jumped up, and flew towards the young man. The two got closer and closer, until they were about to touch each other when they met each other, Situ Wankong hugged him, spun him around a few times, and then landed.

The two of them also safely dodged the fallen lampstand, and let it fall to the ground, shattering to pieces.

"Are you alright?" Seeing that he was safe, Situ let go of the young man in his arms. Although he looks smaller than himself, he is also at his earlobe, and it is not good for the two of them to hold him in the street.

The young man raised his head and didn't speak, but his dark eyes looked straight at Situ Wantian.

"How are you? Scared silly? Situ Wankong saw that he didn't move for a long time, so he had to stretch out his hand and shake it in front of his eyes.

"It's fine." The boy seemed to be relieved again, and replied with a smiling and playful face.

"Well, it's okay. When you go out, you still have to look at it, what about your father? I'm leaving you here alone? For some reason, Situ Wankong always felt that this young man was a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.