After staying in a ruined temple outside Songxian for six hours, and everyone took turns to rest, Huiyuan took He Shuning and others all the way to Majiaao Village, which was located in the deep mountains.

"This is it, before the sun sets, we'd better go to the village to investigate." At the beginning of Shen Shichu (three o'clock in the afternoon), Huiyuan stood on a mountain beam, stretched out his hand and pointed to the small village at the foot of the mountain, and motioned to He Shuning and them to investigate carefully.

"It's really uncomfortable." Even if he didn't have the means of those gods and ghosts, Mu Qingyun instinctively rejected this Ma Jiaao.

Ji Yongan clasped his hands in front of his chest, "It always feels eerie, as if the sun can't shine in." ”

Huiyuan bowed slightly, "That's because Majiaao has been completely shrouded in yin qi." ”

Ji Yongan shuddered, "Then why don't I and my senior sister stay on the mountain." ”

Huiyuan: ......

He Shuning: ......

"What nonsense are you?" The corners of Mu Qingyun's mouth twitched slightly, "If you lose your little junior sister, you will see that your ancestor will not skin you alive." ”

Ji Yongan let out a "uh" and silently followed behind everyone to prepare to go down the mountain.

He Shuning threw a reassuring look at him, "Don't be afraid, even if there is really a ghost, I will definitely be able to protect you with my senior sister." ”

Ji Yongan's face was red, and his face was "dumb eats Coptis chinensis, and I can't tell if I have bitterness", but Huiyuan's shoulders shrugged slightly, and it was very difficult to endure the smile.

Along the way, he has seen how innocent and delicate He Shuning is, pure and pure, and at this time, he naturally will not suspect that the other party has the intention to squeeze.

But the more this kind of unintentional words, the more it can choke others speechless.

A group of five people carried the spirit of 12 points and slowly walked into Majiaao Village along the mountain path.

They did not deliberately hide their figures, but the villagers refused to go out of their homes and meet them.

"These people are all hiding in the house and refusing to come out, is it possible that the ghosts in this village are so powerful that they don't dare to leave the house?"

People who practice martial arts have always been keen, and being stared at from head to tail by dozens of pairs of eyes, Ji Yongan only felt creepy.

"It shouldn't be because of the devil." Mu Qingyun's right hand had already pressed the hilt of the sword on his waist, "They are guarding and guarding against us, outsiders." ”

Ji Yongan's sword eyebrows frowned, "But Huiyuan is wearing a monk's robe!" ”

Shouldn't a village haunted by evil spirits be full of expectations for the "master" and welcome it from afar? How can this be prepared?

"Just ask?" Before the words fell, He Shuning had already broken into the nearest house, stretched out his hand and dragged two middle-aged people, a man and a woman, out.

In fact, He Shuning was already impatient, although she was not very shrewd, but she was very sensitive to malicious intentions from others.

The villagers were hiding in the house and staring at her with pity, and she had long wanted to pull them all out and beat them up.

Since Mu Qingyun and Ji Yongan were already suspicious of these villagers, she naturally didn't need to be polite to these villagers anymore.

The little girl was like carrying a chick, and carried the middle-aged couple to Mu Qingyun one by one.

The couple didn't scream in panic or struggle violently, He Shuning dragged them out, and they just lowered their heads and hid their faces in the shadows with a cloth towel that tied their hair.

Huiyuan clasped his hands together, "Amitabha, dare to ask the two donors, is there evil in this village?" ”

The middle-aged couple still lowered their heads, the woman didn't say a word, and the man mumbled in response.

Huiyuan frowned slightly, "Can the donor elaborate on it, the poor monk may be able to do his best." ”

The man was silent for a long time before he said sullenly, "I can't tell." The master might as well stay until the evening. ”

Huiyuan's brows furrowed more and more, and he asked the middle-aged man, "Has the benefactor ever seen the monks and Taoist priests who entered the village to exorcise evil spirits before?" ”

The middle-aged man lowered his head, rolled his eyelids up, and looked at the handsome monk in monk's robe in a very strange posture, "I've seen it." ”

A strange feeling swelled up in Huiyuan's heart, and he asked the middle-aged man, "Then where are they now?" I hope the donor will not hesitate to inform. ”

The middle-aged man lowered his eyelids, and a strange syllable that seemed to be a smile popped out of his throat, "In, here." ”

"Here?"

"In the ancestral hall, in the ancestral hall."

Hui Yuan's doubts deepened, and unconsciously, his two thick eyebrows were about to wrinkle into a dead knot, "In the ancestral hall? Is there an ancestral hall in your village? Are they all alive and well? ”

The great monk's questions were one after another, but the middle-aged man never gave an answer, he only lowered his head, as if he was a silent clay wooden tire.

Mu Qingyun also frowned, she stared at the couple for a while, "These two people, the clothes on their bodies are rancid, their hair and faces are all oily and dirty, and they haven't washed and changed clothes for at least more than a month." ”

Huiyuan's eyebrows raised slightly, Mu Qingyun didn't say anything, he really didn't pay attention to these details.

"I'll just say how I always feel that something isn't right." Ji Yongan pointed to the padded coat on the middle-aged couple, "It's April, aren't they dressed like this?" ”

That's a good question. Now everybody wants to ask that.

However, the middle-aged couple was just silent, like statues, standing honestly in place.

At this time, even He Shuning, who was the most sluggish, noticed that something was wrong, she glanced at her senior sister, and then at Monk Huiyuan, and motioned for them to hurry up and come up with an idea.

Huiyuan sighed secretly, "Since this benefactor said that those Taoist priests and monks are in the ancestral hall in the village, then let's go to the ancestral hall to investigate around the ancestral hall first." ”

Mu Qingyun bowed slightly, "Yongan is optimistic about the little junior sister." ”

Ji Yongan slipped away and ran to He Shuning's side - when he encountered this kind of ghostly thing, Ji Yongan would subconsciously seek He Shuning's refuge, so even if Mu Qingyun didn't say it, he would definitely not leave He Shuning's side.

Huiyuan also protected the little monk Daoqing by his side, while Mu Qingyun was holding a soft sword, walking between Daoqing and Ji Yongan with a vigilant face.

A group of five people walked towards the dilapidated ancestral hall located in the innermost part of the village.

Along the way, they were still under the prying eyes and vigilance of the villagers, and several of them forcibly endured the discomfort in their hearts, and only concentrated on looking for clues that might be discovered by them.

However, to their disappointment, they did not find any new clues along the way.

"You guys wait outside, I'll go in and see." Coming to the gate of the ancestral hall, Huiyuan entrusted Daoqing to He Shuning and the others, and he held a Zen staff and prepared to go in to find out.

Daoqing became anxious when he heard this, "Master, I want to follow you, I don't want to stay with them." ”

As soon as Huiyuan wanted to persuade a few words, He Shuning had already stunned the little monk with a knife, and then stuffed him into Ji Yongan's arms.

Huiyuan: ......

Ji Yongan: ......