Yang Muqing heard a few strange cries, looked around for the source of the sound, and finally saw a few black dots in the sky. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"What's in the air?"

"The witch vulture, smaller than the vulture, but more ferocious in temperament, eats carrion, and sometimes attacks the elderly and children who have no power to fight back, there is no lower limit."

Bodhizi squinted and glanced at the sky, and his expression was a little sad.

"There is such a thing...... Raised? ”

Yang Muqing naturally would not have no common sense to think that there would be such a fierce thing in this kind of plain area.

"Yes, it is usually raised by witch doctors, and there are pros and cons to this thing."

"Where's the benefit?"

"For example, to help eat carrion from the wounds of patients, to identify people with dead breath on their bodies, and in addition, witch vultures are often used by witch doctors to sacrifice to the gods, and they believe that this animal fused with human blood is the best gift to the gods."

Bodhizi answered so carefully and patiently, it almost made Yang Muqing a little uncomfortable, in fact, Bodhizi just suddenly found a little bit of the feeling of being a "master" these days, and he was a little addicted without realizing it, and he couldn't help but know everything about the questions that Yang Muqing threw over.

"So, there's a witch doctor in this town? Friend or foe? ”

"How can I tell from these flat-haired animals whether they are friends or foes?" Bodhizi finally couldn't help but roll his eyes, "It's just that the possibility of being a friend is not very large, I think this place is a little mysterious, like a blinding method, it can't be seen really, most of it is the handiwork of this witch doctor." ”

"Difficult to deal with?"

Although Yang Muqing knew that even if it was difficult to deal with, Bodhi Zi would not be able to take a detour, and he would not, but he still habitually confirmed it.

"Average."

Bodhi Zi was noncommittal, and smiled at the witch vulture in the sky with two strange dimples.

"The effect of the vulture's blood being used to draw the Demon Suppression Array is very good."

Only then did Yang Muqing realize that Bodhizi's distressed expression just now might not be to deal with the witch doctor who had not yet met, but was thinking about how to catch a few witch vultures back.

The goose plucked its feathers, and it is really suitable for Bodhizi.

Yang Muqing had already silently prayed for the hapless witch doctor in his heart.

Ten minutes into town, both men were shocked.

Whoever is ready to break into a dark and dangerous demon world, only to find himself in a paradise, will not be surprised, but will feel a sense of disobedience.

It's the middle of October, and such a strong autumn season should be the season when the grass and trees are withering and the flower beds are bleak, but this is not the case at all in Qiuyun Town.

Camellia flowers blooming all over the mountain, red, white, purple, yellow, and colorful, covering the entire Qiuyun Town.

The topography of the town was originally a small basin, and the trees outside the town were relatively high, covering those flowers and trees just perfectly, standing on the hillside and looking down, the whole town was like a colorful but unchaotic sea of flowers, so beautiful that people gasped.

Paths wind their way down from all sides, and the center of town is like the stamen of a camellia, in the middle of it.

is like a stunning beauty, waiting for the Quartet to return.

"If I can be buried in this place, I won't live this life in vain."

Bodhi's eyes were red, and he wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeve.

"It's not difficult, as long as I live longer than you, I will fulfill your wish."

When Yang Muqing said this, his expression was as serious as the oath of a primary school student under the national flag, without the slightest joke.

"Thank you."

Bodhi Zi silently glanced at him.

"Are the camellias blooming this season?"

Yang Muqing has always been not interested in these flowers and plants, but Bodhi seeds, nothing to do, like to make some strange flowers and plants, although they can't be raised for a while will be given away - when giving away, naturally have to exchange a little thing by the way.

"Camellias, also known as winter-resistant flowers, bloom from October to May, but they bloom too early. Don't look at this is a small place, the flowers are all precious, eighteen bachelors, hexagonal red, scarlet clawed hibiscus, black magic...... It is unimaginable that such a grand occasion has not yet been developed into a tourist resort. ”

Yang Muqing felt that Bodhizi's eyes looking at those delicate camellias were like hooks, and he couldn't wait to dig up a few.

Just as he felt the need to cough and remind Bodhi Zi to pay attention to maintaining the image of a generation master, several shadows appeared on the path ahead.

Bodhizi immediately withdrew the pair of claws that were touching the eighteenth bachelor, and immediately became human.

There were probably seven or eight old men, all skinny, hunched over, wearing straw hats, each carrying a bamboo basket, and walking towards the two of them unhurriedly.

But when they passed by, they didn't squint, and they all looked straight ahead, as if there were no two people on the side of the road.

"The people here don't seem to be enthusiastic, far worse than my old abbot."

Bodhi pulled the placket of his shirt, and an unfathomable expression appeared on his face, and he didn't know if he thought he was being ignored and wanted to destroy it, or if he really missed the old abbot who knew him too well.

Yang Muqing watched the group of old men leave, and suddenly his eyes jumped.

A gray-clothed old man who was walking at the back suddenly turned around, pretended to tie his shoelaces, and quickly made a "leave" gesture to the two.

Bodhi naturally saw this abnormal behavior.

A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and two fingers took out a paper figure from the front placket and threw it into the air.

A low shout: "Keep up!" ”

Yang Muqing silently waited with Bodhi Zi for about a pillar of incense, neither moving forward nor going back, until the paper man who followed him returned to Bodhizi's hand and whispered in his ear.

"They're making porridge for the homeless and wild cats and dogs they brought on the road into town, and they're almost done."

"When they passed by, I didn't seem to smell the food."

Yang Muqing said with a cold face, he is good at cooking, and his nose has always been very smart, so there is no reason why he can't smell it.

"The devil knows, what kind of porridge are they......"

Bodhi took the paper figure back into his arms, stood up and stretched.

"Let's go, it seems to be getting more and more interesting."