Lao Dao nodded, but he didn't object.

Uncle Wei reminded the two of us that it is better not to alarm those people, and it is best to catch the other party off guard, so as not to jump off the wall in a hurry when those ill-intentioned onmyoji dogs and make a big fuss, after all, this place is close to the county seat.

Hearing this, I nodded my head to indicate that I would be careful.

After dark that day, I took Lao Dao to the ravine where he and One-Eye had fallen before.

In order to avoid encountering those onmyoji and thaumaturgical people, we came relatively early, although due to the influence of the hour, the star alignment is slightly different, but the old way can also deduce the stars according to the hour, those onmyoji are looking for the stars.

I don't know much about this, and following the old way is pure leading, and taking the road that those onmyoji walked last night with the old way.

But the old Tao said that there are no ancient tombs in this mountain, and that this is not a place where Tibetan wind gathers qi, but just an ordinary ravine.

I wondered, if that's the case, what are those onmyoji wandering around here with a compass?

Lao Dao also pondered for a while, but still shook his head and said he didn't know.

Since it's not looking for ancient tombs, it's pure stargazing?

But the ancients all wanted to build a stargazing platform for stargazing, that is, the higher the better, how can anyone drill into this ravine to watch the stars?

I muttered and muttered, but the old Taoist suddenly said, "Could they be looking for a mountain?" ”

Hearing this, I subconsciously looked around.

This ravine is very long, because the mountains on both sides are close to each other, so this mountain is really just a ditch, the river is cold, and there is not much sun in a day, and there is no half of the family.

There was very little sunlight in the ravine, naturally because the peaks on either side were higher, and apart from the steep slope I had rolled down last night, there were almost impossible cliffs on either side of it.

I looked around at the steep peaks, looked around, and didn't see any clue, so I asked Wuwei Sanren, "Dao Chief, you said they were looking for the peaks, what is the difference between the peaks around them?" ”

Hearing this, Lao Dao didn't observe anymore, only lowered his head and thought about it, as if he was deducing the dislocation of the stars, and only said to me after a while, "In this ravine, there is a mountain peak that can't see light all year round. ”

Saying the old way, he pointed to the south, and I looked in the direction he pointed, but I was stunned, because the old road pointed to this mountain peak is very high.

There is no light on this peak, unless it is cloudy.

But that peak, the sunlight in the day was just blocked by other peaks, and we stared at that peak for a while, and saw that it was the middle of the night, and those onmyoji and thaumaturgical sect people did not appear again last night.

Lao Dao said that this mountain peak belongs to the Yin Peak, and it is not difficult to find, and those people must have found it last night, so they will not come tonight, even if they come, they will go directly to the mountain.

Hearing him say this, I couldn't help but ask, "What does this Yin Feng say?" These people will never do that useless work, since they want to find this mountain, it must be useful. ”

"Probably...... Make an altar, right? Wuwei Sanren said uncertainly.

"Altar?" Suddenly I thought of the little coffin filled with fetal blood.

Lao Dao pondered for a while, and seemed to be itching in his heart, so he asked me, "Do you want to take a look?" ”

I looked at the peak, and I didn't object.

So we hurried out of the ravine, and from the other side of the ramp, went around to the mountain, and found the peak that Wu Wei Sanren pointed to, and on the way up the mountain, we did find a lot of traces of human climbing, and these traces were very new.

However, when we reached the summit, we didn't see anyone.

Only at the top of this mountain can I see a 'small house' made of stones.

The house was small, like a child had built it at random, and it was empty, and there was nothing.

It doesn't look like a altar.

I reached into the 'little house' and touched it, and I was stunned for a moment, and found that there was a cold feeling in this small black house, which did not look like yin qi.

I was wondering, but the old Taoist took a compass around twice, and looked around, saying that although this place can't shine in the sun, it can look at the moon, full of aura, and it can be regarded as a treasure land.

Nimbus?

I was stunned for a moment, and the luck in my hand really inhaled all the cold breath in the stone house into the meridians, this cold aura is much purer than the constant breath and refinement in my yard, inhaled into the body, there is no need to breathe and breathe, you can directly put it into the fox pill.

Lao Dao stood by and looked at me for a while, as if he saw some doorways, and when I stopped, he asked in a low voice, "When did Xiaoyou start cultivating Dao arts?" ”

I can't say anything about this clearly, perfunctory two sentences, saying that it was a mistake, and I didn't explain much, but the old Tao sighed for a while, saying that he had the ability to get home, but he had no chance with this so-called 'Tao', and he never realized the way of cultivation throughout his life.

His suffering, I believe that most Taoist disciples will experience, even me, if there is no fox pill to help, it is impossible to cultivate, there is no way, because the life span of human beings is too short, and before the so-called 'Dao' is cultivated, it is already a handful of loess.

I found that this mountain peak is a good place to gather aura, I don't plan to go, send away the Wuwei scattered people, I sat cross-legged in front of this stone house, and began to luck, gobbling up the aura of heaven and earth, and meditated until dawn.

Strangely, after the sun rose, all the aura gathered on this mountain peak disappeared.

I wandered around the top of the mountain for a while, and was about to go down, but I heard the conversation of a man and a woman from far and near, so I found a rock to hide.

The male voice that spoke, sounding like a young man, was very hoarse, or very hoarse, and I recognized the woman's voice as if it were the old witch I had dealt with a few times.

Those onmyoji have something to do with thaumaturgical sects, even if it is really the old witch who appears here, it is not unusual.

I hid behind the rocks and didn't move.

I heard the male voice seem to be complaining, "When is this the end of a day?" Damn, working under those little Japanese is not as comfortable as mixing with Lin Qiren at the beginning. ”

"Really? I think it's okay. The hoarse female voice replied.

Then the male voice snorted coldly, and the two of them reached the top of the mountain, and when they heard the footsteps, they went to the stone house.

I leaned slightly sideways and looked over there, and although both of them were wearing cloaks, I recognized the old witch from the side.

The woman squatted in front of the stone house, took out a gourd, unscrewed the lid, pointed the mouth of the gourd at the entrance of the stone house, and then took out a white paper talisman and put it in the stone house.

However, nothing has changed in the paper sigil.

The old witch was surprised, and asked the man, "What's the matter?" ”

"Little Japan's stuff, how do I know?" The man replied very unhappily.

The old witch lowered her head and thought for a while, and said, "You are watching here, and I will go back and ask the Holy Aunt." ”

So saying, the old witch covered the gourd, stuffed it into the stone house, and left.

The man seemed to be very unconvinced, and as soon as he sat down on the ground with his hands in his hands, he muttered and complained.

This man seems to be a miscellaneous person, and all the chattering is trivial things, I saw that there was nothing useful in my mouth, so I whispered over, raised my hand and slammed this person behind me.

Then I picked up the gourd and shook it, there was a sound of water in the gourd, and when I unscrewed the lid and smelled it, there was a smell of blood inside.

Damn, this gourd contains fetal blood for blood raising babies.

I took the gourd a little farther away, looked around, walked to the edge of the cliff, poured out more than half of the blood inside, and then poured urine into the gourd, and then put the gourd back into the stone house.

Then he dragged the boy who had fainted to the ground behind the rocks, tore the strips of cloth and tied them, changed his clothes, sat down beside the stone house, and began to mumble and complain about the trivial things with his little hands.

It didn't take long for the old witch to return.

The people in the thaumaturgy sect were all wearing cloaks, and I pulled the hood down a little, and the old witch seemed to look down on this man, so she didn't look at me directly, but only picked up the gourd in the stone house, and greeted me, saying that she would try it again tomorrow, and went down the mountain with me.

I disguised myself as a thaumaturgical man, followed behind this old witch, and at first I learned that the man complained a few words about the little Japanese child, but when I got down the mountain, I completely shut up.

Because those little Japanese children are waiting at the foot of this mountain.

There were six onmyoji in tunics, and there were some thaumaturgical people who carried a sedan chair here, and it seemed that a woman was sitting in the sedan chair.

When the old witch arrived in front of the sedan chair, she hurried over, opened the gourd, handed it to the window of the sedan chair, and whispered, "Holy aunt, do you see if this gourd has not been able to receive the aura you want?" ”

Hearing the sound, a small white hand reached out from behind the small curtain of the window, took the gourd and retracted it into the sedan chair.

I stood behind and watched strangely, and before I could figure out why, I heard a violent cough in the palanquin, and then the gourd was thrown out.

"Holy aunt?" The old witch was frightened and quickly knelt on the ground.

"Why does this fetal blood smell weird?" The woman in the sedan chair seemed to smack her mouth twice, asked, and without waiting for the old witch to answer, she said, "Forget it, pick up the gourd and take it back to show the mage." ”

The old witch hurriedly said yes, picked up the gourd, closed the lid, and retreated to the side.

I followed the old witch to retreat, the people over there carried the sedan chair away, and the wind opened the sedan curtain, and I was stunned for three minutes when I saw the people in the sedan chair.

This little Japanese girl is a little familiar to look at......

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