In the southwest location pointed by Bodhizi, there stands a small town that has no quarrel with the world. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

From a distance, it looks like a female fox with several cubs living here.

Here the mountains are surrounded by water, extending in all directions, and the poor mountains and bad waters seen along the way are not the same day, it should be a blessed and thick place, but the slightest trace of black gas rises from between the grass and soil, rises to the sky, lingers on the flowing clouds, hovers and does not disperse, and the magnificent atmosphere of the sunset in the distance is lined with the long glow of the sunset in the distance, which seems more evil and weird.

"What do you think there's here?"

Yang Muqing frowned and asked, all the emotions that were originally a little lost were put away, and he simply threw himself into the matter in front of him.

It's not that he is naturally enthusiastic, it's just that the rules of "don't take the initiative to cause trouble, don't meddle in things, don't care about things, and don't show mercy" have long been rooted in the flesh and bones, and Bodhi Zi is on the side, even if you want to open one eye and close one eye, you can only think about it in your heart and will not break out of the middle and second diseases.

Since it will definitely be managed, it will be solved as soon as possible.

The sooner you solve it, the sooner you can send the Bodhi Zi to the Yuanming Villa, and then you can go back to the spiritual place as soon as possible.

In addition to Murong Cao himself, asking the spirit house also made Yang Muqing, who had always lived in no fixed place, feel a little nostalgic for "home".

These thoughts that have been turned back and forth are naturally not shared with Bodhizi.

So, at the end, it turned into a faint inquiry.

"Although Master, I have great powers, but I don't have the ability to be able to inquire like the old Chinese medicine doctor, if you don't catch the traces of the evil spirit, you must have the traces left by the evil spirit on the living or dead people as evidence, otherwise you can't say one, two, three, four at once. You don't think about this without thinking about it? ”

The nausea of sitting in the car has not passed, so Bodhizi did not speak in a good tone, and there were guns and cannons between the words.

As long as Bodhi Zi does not change his method and secretly derogates Murong Cao, Yang Muqing will not care about his words and tone, on the one hand, Bodhi Zi is easy to say that he is his master, and on the other hand, he is a few years old Bodhizi, so he will not be angry with him for a few words.

"I just think you can see more than I do." Yang Muqing quietly handed over a bottle of mineral water and a bag of bread.

Bodhi Zi just vomited comfortably, although he couldn't raise any appetite at this time, but he urgently needed some food to replenish his strength, so he took it unceremoniously and ate it with a mouthful of bread and water.

After he licked all the crumbs off his fingers, he spoke slowly.

"The sources of these grievances are not just a few, they are almost all over the town, indicating that the number of resentful spirits is very large; But the energy of these grievances is not very strong, and even seems a little weak, if it is not gathered in one place to form a weather, ordinary Xuan Shi may not necessarily pay attention to it, indicating that there is no particularly powerful demon here. ”

Bodhizi covered his cheeks as if he had a toothache, and said in a ghostly manner: "It seems that there is no way to cut the mess quickly, you have to go into the town to find out what is going on, and then you can take the medicine." ”

"Let's go, then."

Bodhi: "......"

Yang Muqing didn't wait for Bodhi Zi to indicate if it was okay, he took the backpack over and threw it on his shoulder, stretched out his long legs, and walked straight towards the town in the southwest.

Bodhizi, who still wanted to rest in place for ten minutes, reluctantly followed, like an unfed big cat.

He couldn't help but cheer up Xiao Jiujiu in his heart, thinking that if he was lucky, he would meet a child with good qualifications, and it would not be impossible to accept one or two more apprentices, because he had sadly found that after this period of sticky getting along, the image of the "master of the world" who had worked hard before was gone, and he had become an apprentice who was led by Yang Muqing's nose - this is a very bad sign.

When they walked onto the main road leading to the town, the two immediately noticed something unusual.

It's almost a "refugee road", walking on the streets, stopping on the side of the road, full of ragged beggars, or sloppy and down-and-out vagabonds, giggling, open-mouthed, blind, lepery, broken hands and feet, born dwarfs...... It is not strange to meet any of these people on the street, but it is very problematic to gather here like a beggar's meeting, not to mention that they look loose and disorganized, and although everyone has a broken bowl in front of them, there is no change or coin for making a appearance, as if it were really only for begging. They also don't come to the pedestrians who come and go on the road, they pick their feet or grab lice to play, and they look like they are eating and waiting to die.

In the middle, there are also a lot of alert wild cats and wild dogs with tails, in groups of pairs, all of them look a little embarrassed, skinny, tangled fur, but not afraid of people, circling around the beggars, as if they are quite familiar, but they have nothing to do with "pets", but they are more like "partners". When they see a living person passing by, some of them will make a roaring posture, but the voice only swirls in their throats, and they dare not really bark out.

For some reason, Yang Muqing always felt that from them, he saw a little bit of lifelessness.

It is not the death of the waning mountains, nor the death of sickness and decay, but the imminent death of animals kept in the fence.

Bodhizi was very bizarre and silent, and Yang Muqing couldn't open his mouth to break the deadlock, the two of them were silent, pretending not to squint and walk towards the town that seemed more and more mysterious.

Walk quickly to the crowded place, a huge stone gate is crossed by the road, at least four or five meters high, people can't help but stop and look up, this stone gate looks very old, mottled with a lot of brightly colored moss, but also entwined with many kinds of unknown vines, through those moss and vines, you can barely make out the pattern carved on the stone, it looks like a camellia, nine stamens and eighteen petals, the fiber is not bad.

In the middle, there are three upright block letters: Qiuyun Town.