"Bell bell bell ......"

In the hall on the first floor of the Ink Museum, Mo Lao was talking about archaeological expertise, when suddenly a bell rang.

Lin Jiumu smiled apologetically at Mo Lao, then put down the book in his hand, walked to the side and connected the phone. Mo Lao just glanced at it and ignored it, continuing to lecture.

But the fat three people were unbalanced in their hearts. Why is it that only Lin Jiumu can desert and answer the phone, but they have to listen carefully, and they usually have to be scolded even if they tickle.

Mo Lao knew what they were thinking when he saw the expressions of several people, so he laughed and said, "What's the matter, do you think I'm treating you unfairly?" As long as you read all the books here carefully and pass my tests, I will allow you to graduate early! If you can't do it, then give me a good lesson! ”

"Could it be that Lin Jiumu's kid has finished reading these books?" The fat man muttered.

"Of course! And he passed my test with a perfect score. Lin boy, what else do you have to say? When Mo Lao said this, his eyes were full of pride, after all, a genius was his own student, and spreading it out made him double his face.

"Monsters!" When the fat man heard that Lin Jiumu had finished reading these books and had passed Mo Lao's test, they had nothing to say in their hearts. This is the difference between a top student and a scumbag. It turns out that the difference can be so big.

After a while, Lin Jiumu walked in.

"Mo Lao, I want to take a few days off." Lin Jiumu asked apologetically.

"Okay, it's okay, let's go. I'll help you get the formalities straight. ”

"Thank you, Mo Lao!" Lin Jiumu bent down to thank him, and then left the ink hall.

The three fat men were almost stunned when they heard this. The three of them once again recognized the difference between people! They don't say leave, even if they pick their feet, they will be foamed, and Lin Jiumu, when they say leave, they will ask for leave, and other problems are all covered.

Oh, my God! Why is it so unfair.

It's a pity that Lin Jiumu has no time to look at their sighs for the injustice of fate. Because just now Hei San sent him a message, saying that there is a very tricky matter here that needs his help.

"You're the only one closest there, and I've heard that it's an ancient village, maybe there's something aura." This is what Kuro said to him.

Lin Jiumu brought a few sets of clothes, because he didn't know how many days he would be able to finish his work. Cinnabar brushes, yellow rune paper, these are also indispensable. These things are usually hidden in the bottom of the suitcase, otherwise the fat man will see it, and he doesn't know what the reaction will be.

As for the fact that the student council president wanted to find him, he had long forgotten about it.

Lin Jiumu first took a car to the county seat next to the address given by Hei San, because that ancient village was too remote. Lin Jiumu searched for the village according to the address given by Hei San, and the result was that it did not exist. It should be in the mountains, and you can't even find a map, so there will be no city cars to get there, so you can only reach the county seat nearby, and then take other means of transportation or walk to the ancient village.

After a long journey, staggering on the bus, walking for an unknown amount of time, I woke up and arrived at the county seat on the address.

"Hello, how to get to Red Buddha Village?" Lin Jiumu got out of the car and asked the surrounding drivers.

"I don't know, I haven't heard of this village."

"Hello, do you know how to get around this village?"

"Red Buddha Village? Really haven't heard of it. ”

"I haven't heard of it, are you in the wrong place?"

I asked many people in a row, but they didn't know the existence of this Red Buddha Village. Is it a mistake?

Just when Lin Jiumu was at a loss, an old man riding a donkey and a cart happened to pass by and heard Lin Jiumu's question.

"Hey! Young man, I know that place, I'll take you there. ”

When the old man spoke loudly, everyone around him looked sideways.

"Old man, do you really know this place?" Lin Jiumu hurriedly stepped forward, handed over his mobile phone, and pointed to the three words "Red Buddha Village" on the text message.

"I don't know how to read." The old man waved his hand and shook his head.

Lin Jiumu had no choice but to say, "Red Buddha Village, do you know? ”

"Yes, yes." The old man nodded again and again and smiled.

Finally someone knows this place, and they don't know what's going on with Heisan, this time things are so unreliable.

Lin Jiumu also began to know why Hei San was so tricky, and even the location was rarely known. A feeling of unease welled up in his heart.

Lin Jiumu got into the old man's donkey cart, and the two slowly left outside the city.

On the way, the old man is also a talkative person, and while pulling the family routine, he talks about this Red Buddha Village.

"Young man, I see that you are a student brother, white and tender, why do you want to go to such a remote place."

"I'm going there to run some errands, it's far away?" Lin Jiumu asked.

"Far away, we have to walk for a day, and when we get to the fork in the road, I will let you get off, and you will have to walk for a few more hours to get there. We're not on the same path. The old man explained, as if he was afraid that Lin Jiumu would misunderstand his unwillingness to help.

"It's okay, I'm very grateful if you're willing to lead the way." Lin Jiumu hurriedly thanked him.

The old man looked at Lin Jiumu and said, "You don't look like a volunteer teacher, right?" Still so young. The old man mistakenly thought that Lin Jiumu was going to be a volunteer teacher.

"Not really." Lin Jiumu hurriedly smiled.

The donkey cart slowly drove away from the crowded area and began to walk into the potholed dirt road.

The further you go inside, the more mountainous the road becomes, lined with lush vegetation. Even the weeds are getting head-high.

"Uncle, why don't many people know about this Red Buddha Village?" Lin Jiumu asked the question in his heart, but he was not afraid that the old man was a bad person. Ordinary people are not his opponents, and he can sense other souls or capable people. And this old man is a pure ordinary person.

"Speaking of this Red Buddha Village, it was not called this before, but in recent years, it has been called Red Buddha Village. It is said that this is because there is a monk in a red robe in their village, and outsiders only remember the name of their former village. ”

The old man sighed when he said this. And then he said, "Now the village is very weird. No outsiders are allowed to enter, not even the police. In the past, I could occasionally see people from their village coming and going, but now, ah, it's difficult. And every time they come out now, they are covered in black robes, and outsiders can never see their faces clearly. ”

As if he was afraid of something, the old man's voice became smaller and lowered, and he whispered to Lin Jiumu: "Moreover, no one in the villages near that village dares to live now, because the legend is haunted!" There are also frequent disappearances. ”

The two talked, unconsciously, the donkey cart has completely driven into the deserted mountains, on both sides of the high mountains towering, dense trees, covering the sky and the sun, even though it is daytime, it is noon, but the wind blowing, is deep cloudy, too cool, people are restless. A muddy path that winds its way into the distance with no end in sight.

"Uncle, you used to take this path?" Lin Jiumu asked with a frown, his eyes observing the surrounding trees, and the feeling of uneasiness reappeared.

"Not really, I haven't been down this path for years. It is said that after the change in Red Buddha Village, I will never go this way again. Because I heard that people often go missing after that. If I hadn't brought you, I'd have taken a detour. The old man said to himself.

The further you go inside, the harder the path becomes, and the sky gets darker. The road is full of ups and downs, and you have to rest for a while after walking for a while, and the old man's donkey is also tired.

"Oh, the sun is going down. It stands to reason that we have been walking for an afternoon, why haven't we come out of this forest yet? That's not right. The old man said suspiciously.

Lin Jiumu also felt that there was something wrong with this forest, but he couldn't see anything for the time being.

Then they went ahead for a while, turning, turning and turning, and before them there was a winding path, with no end in sight, as if the sun was about to set, and it was dark and terriblely dark.

"Did we just walk through here?" The old man looked at the familiar path in front of him and asked.

"Well, because we've got a ghost hitting the wall." Lin Jiumu jumped out of the car and took out a charm and a small compass from his bag.

"I'll just say, it looks familiar. What the?! Ghost hitting the wall?! The old man's reaction was half a beat slower, and when he heard Lin Jiumu's words clearly, his face was full of incredulity.

Lin Jiumu held the compass in his left hand and the yellow charm in his right hand.

"Whew!"

The spell spontaneously combusted without wind, and the ashes fell on the compass, and then Lin Jiumu bit his middle finger, pointed his sword horizontally, and pressed it on his forehead.

"Zizi Zi ......"

At the same time, the compass turned chaotically, and after a while, it slowly stopped, heading in one direction.

"Uncle, follow me." Lin Jiumu took the lead in reaching forward.

The old man hurriedly led the donkey cart and followed behind Lin Jiumu.

......

The afterglow of the setting sun finally dissipated, and the night slowly fell, and it was pitch black all around.

Da-da-da-da!

Footsteps and a ray of light appeared in the invisible forest, followed by the sound of talking.

"Yours, young man. Now we should be back on the right track. Looking at the road in front of him that he had not traveled for many years, the old man laughed happily. His receptivity is very good, and he no longer looks frightened at this moment, but is interested in Lin Jiumu.

"Are you a monk or a Taoist? No, you have hair, you should be a Taoist priest. The old man smiled and asked whether Lin Jiumu was a monk or a Taoist.

"No, it's just a little family tradition." Lin Jiumu said with a smile.

Under the leadership of Lin Jiumu, the two of them had already walked out of the area where "ghosts hit the wall". There are no ghosts there, just a large area of yin qi, but if no one comes here to clean up the unclean "things", sooner or later there will be ghosts.

Because it was a man-made trap, he used living people as stakes, buried in the ground, fed with ashes of more than 100 years old every day, and survived to death. After death, he turned it upside down, burying his head underneath, with his feet facing the sky, slightly bare earth, and at the same time carved a soul locking spell on his feet to enslave and detain his soul. In this way, after the corpse decays, the corpse qi containing the resentment of the deceased will be exposed and diffuse all around. At the same time, it is impossible to get rid of the corpse, so that an area similar to a ghost wall is formed nearby, confusing passers-by, and they keep circling here.

If you can't get out of it, you'll be trapped here until you die. Or, wait for the person who set up the trap to show up. Either way, it's not a good thing.

After getting away from the "ghost hitting the wall", I walked a long way and finally reached a fork.

The closer I got to my destination, the more uneasy I felt. It's just that Lin Jiumu didn't show it. Perhaps only by going to the Red Buddha Village can you understand everything. As for the "ghost wall" area, just wait until he comes back to dispose of it.

"This is it. This fork goes all the way forward, and in a few hours, you will reach the Red Buddha Village. But it's so late, young man, why don't you go to my house and rest for the night, and come back tomorrow?" The old man pointed to a fork next to him and said.

"Thank you, but still not, I still have important things to do. Uncle, you can take this away. Lin Jiumu took out a charm, squeezed through the wound on his middle finger, drew a few different mysterious symbols on it with blood, and injected a trace of spiritual power into it.

Handing the charm to the old man, Lin Jiumu walked towards the fork. The next journey of the old man has been remote to Hongfo Village, and there should be no more danger. And with this charm, even if something happens, it should be able to save the day.

"Young man, here's the flashlight!" The old man remembered that Lin Jiumu had no lights, and he was more familiar with this road, so he wanted to give Lin Jiumu his flashlight, but Lin Jiumu in the distance just waved his hand and disappeared into the night.