Grandpa raised his head and looked at Zhang Fan with an incredible face.

The corners of his mouth trembled slightly, as if there was something unspeakable.

After a long time, Grandpa cleaned up his mood, and then said slowly: "I didn't want to tell you these things, I just want you to study according to the content of the black book, and then you will be fit."

Since you asked, I'll tell you about many years ago. ”

Then he stood up and walked to the table of the Eight Immortals, took a sip of tea and said, "About thirty years ago, I cultivated in Yumen Mountain, Hebei Province. ”

"Although Yumen Mountain is not big, but because I am talented and ignorant, I am just the most ordinary Taoist priest, learn some physiognomy techniques, and solve the lottery for pilgrims in the front mountain hall, fortune telling! Years like this are years at a time.

I thought my life was over like this.

Until one day, a group of mysterious black-robed people came to Yumen Mountain.

On that day, I really met the monks of Yumen Mountain.

Their unified navy blue robes, each with a long sword, confronted the black-robed man, and I was so frightened that I hid under the idol platform in the main hall!

I only heard screams from outside. I vaguely heard that these black-robed people came from a certain place, and came to find a book called What Decision.

It wasn't until there was no sound of fighting outside that I crawled out from under the idol!

At this time, it was found that the front hall had already burned into a raging fire, and it was about to burn to the middle hall.

In the past, it was impossible for His Highness to go down the mountain.

So I ran towards the back mountain.

Although I have never been to the back mountain, the road to the back mountain is very familiar. Because I want to go to the back mountain to cultivate countless times, I want to become a real Yumen Mountain person. ”

Speaking of this, I don't know whether he was scared or nervous, Grandpa picked up the teacup with trembling hands and took another sip.

After pondering for a moment, he continued:

"But after I got to the back mountain, I found that the back mountain was not much better, there were corpses everywhere! There are black-robed people, and more are Yumen Mountain people with navy blue robes.

I ran desperately, looking for a way down the mountain.

Before I knew it, I ran to the edge of a mountain cliff.

A long time ago, I heard people say that there is a cliff in the back mountain of Yumen Mountain, called Jiebing Cliff.

It is the place where the heads of the past dynasties are buried after their deaths, and only the heads of the past dynasties can know how to relieve the cliff. ”

I actually ran to this place by mistake!

Just when I was at a loss, a black hole suddenly appeared on the stone behind me.

Then a gust of wind blew, and I fell into the hole with an unsteady footfall.

Fortunately, the cave is not very deep, so I didn't fall and get hurt.

When I got up, I found that the cave was very spacious, and there was a large altar in front of it.

Above the altar are neatly placed many spiritual seats.

At the bottom of the altar sat an old man in a white robe.

The old man's face was pale, and blood gushed from the corners of his mouth and eyes from time to time.

One arm was gone, and the blood flowing from the wound stained most of the white robe.

I was frightened by the old man in front of me, turned around and ran towards the entrance of the cave.

But before I could take two steps, a huge suction force came from behind me, directly sucking me in front of the white-robed old man.

I was frightened and looked at the old man with a shudder.

After a long time, the old man's voice was heard

"I can't imagine that I Zeng Yangqiu has taken it as my mission to subdue demons and eliminate demons all my life, but now I am even going to destroy my master in the hands of evil spirits and ghosts, I am not willing to ......"

It turned out that the white-robed old man was called Zeng Yangqiu, but Zeng Yangqiu seemed to have heard the name somewhere.

"Boy, what's your name?"

The old man's unwilling voice weakened the fear in my heart a little,

I had the courage to whisper, "My name is Zhang Nanshan." ”

"Boy, don't be afraid, you should call me a master."

The old man who called himself Zeng Yangqiu seemed to see that I was afraid, and his voice became much softer.

Shizu?

Zeng Yangqiu?

I finally knew where I had heard this name, and the seriously injured old man in front of me was not the head of Yumen Mountain.

I had only seen it from afar during the annual ceremony before, and he should indeed be called a master according to his seniority.

"Master, what happened and why did you become like this."

I stared at Zeng Yangqiu's broken arm and couldn't help but think: "Even the head of the family is so badly injured, those ordinary brothers are afraid that there will be no one in ten"

Zeng Yangqiu didn't answer the question directly, but took out a black book from his bosom and handed it to me and said, "Now Yumen Mountain is full of evil spirits and ghosts from the Western Ghost Domain, and these people are all here for this book. ”

Now I am handing over this book to you, not because you are excellent, but I don't know if there are any people alive on Yumen Mountain, and I don't know if I can wait for the next Yumen Mountain disciple who breaks into the forbidden land, and I am not sure if the forbidden land will be discovered by those powerful ghosts. ”

Although you are not a disciple of Yumen Mountain in the true sense, it is better than those evil spirits and ghosts. ”

Although the words of the head are a bit shocking, they are true

Between the words, I also understood how critical the current situation of Yumen Mountain was, and I solemnly passed the black book at the moment.

Seeing that I took the black book, the head continued:

"This should be a book of cultivation exercises, there are so many powerful ghosts in the ghost domain, presumably this book must be very important to them.

There is a cave behind this altar, leading to the outside of the mountain, so take the black book and run for your life, and don't let this book fall into the hands of those evil ghosts. ”

I clenched my fists silently.

Although he is only a disciple of the front mountain, he has not been officially included in the back mountain, but he is also a reserve of Yumen Mountain.

Now that the mountain gate is burning, the head of the gate is so dying, how can people not be angry.

Looking at the pale face, I nodded heavily!

At this time, the head urged, "Those powerful ghosts should find this place soon, while I can still deal with one or two, you can leave quickly." ”

Hearing the master's urging, I resolutely turned my head and ran towards the back of the altar.

Sure enough, there was a small hole behind the altar.

It was pitch black when I walked into the cave, and I walked in the dark for about three hours before the light appeared in front of me again. Walking out of the cave, there is a deserted foothill.

The one-man tall weeds cover the hole well!

I turned around and bowed deeply three times towards the entrance of the cave, and ran towards the west......

After talking about this big pile in one breath, Grandpa took a long breath, as if he had spit out his years of resentment.

Zhang Fan opened his mouth wide, with an expression that was difficult to be confident, stared at the black book in his hand and muttered to himself:

"Is this black book so powerful? The entire Yumen Mountain was destroyed because of it?

But since I was a child, I have studied the method of vomiting in the book, and I haven't found anything special. ”

"Xiaofan, don't underestimate this book, since so many people have lost their lives because of this book, I think this book is not ordinary."

"However, I have been learning the method of spitting in books since I was a child, and it has not worked for so many years," Zhang Fan asked casually flipping through the black book.

Hearing this, Grandpa pondered for a moment and said earnestly: "I heard that it takes great opportunity to learn some advanced exercises.

I guess it's because you kid doesn't have enough chances. ”

"Chance, what chance?" Zhang Fan was a little curious.

"Where do I know what chance is, don't think about it, go to bed early"

After that, grandpa didn't care about Zhang Fan, walked to the side of the bed by himself, and began to undress and prepare to rest.

Seeing that his grandfather was going to rest, Zhang Fan was embarrassed to ask again, and returned to his room after saying goodnight.

Lying on the bed, Zhang Fan couldn't fall asleep over and over,

"Grandpa's talk today is too wicked,

Chance, what is chance? ”