No matter how closed the environment is, it must accept the impact of the new era, and the peach blossom paradise in this world once existed, but it will not exist forever.

When they climbed to the top of Yuyao Mountain in Mo Zhen Mountain, it was already noon, and the sun was in the sky, but they met the black-robed old man from yesterday again.

The old man said that everything in the world is born with a pair of eyes, and the one-eyed must be a stranger.

Suddenly there was a dark cloud in the sky, and the cool breeze blew, and it was very cool.

The old man turned and hurried down the mountain, which was the village of the Yuli tribe.

While these young people were still at their fingertips on the old man's words, a thunderbolt fell, and raindrops the size of soybeans quickly fell, and the sisters hurriedly took out their hats and put them on, while these men could only get drenched in the rain.

Fortunately, the late autumn in Huanyao Mountain was not very cold, and they rushed down the mountain in the wind and rain.

It is worthy of the name that it is called Huanyao Mountain here, five big mountains are like lotus flowers to enclose the village of the Yuli people, the south is called Yuyao Mountain, the east is called Mantou Mountain, the northwest is called Zongzi Mountain, the west is called Maoer Mountain, and the north is called Hutou Mountain.

The old man walked very fast, and the young men did not catch up with him.

After returning to the village, the torrential rain stopped, and the patriarch of the Yuli tribe had already waited for their warriors to return with his people at the entrance of the village.

The people of the Yuli tribe treated the sisters as if they were guests, and prepared a sumptuous dinner for them, as well as clean rooms, of course, two, but the sisters insisted on staying only one.

At the dinner, Mo Zhenshan was drunk and hazy, and the wine made by their people was far less strong than that made by the Yao people.

The black-robed old man and the patriarch sat together, and the two chatted in a low voice while drinking.

For this old Han man, the brothers decided to pay a visit.

The old man lived in the patriarch's house, the old patriarch saw the two brothers coming, so he invited the two to sit down, Mo Zhenshan showed his intention, the old patriarch knocked on the door, the door of the old man in the black robe opened, the oil lamp on the table was on, and a thick "Capital" was placed on the table.

The patriarch withdrew, and the two brothers saluted the old man.

Mo Zhenjiang asked the old man what the sentence at noon meant?

The old man said slowly: "Why does everything in the world have a pair of eyes, not one? Because sometimes eyes can deceive themselves, so having a pair of eyes is to determine the truth of what they see! ”

The two brothers had never gone to school and were illiterate, so they naturally didn't understand it very well, so they echoed it.

The old man closed the thick book and said, "When you have seen more, you will understand more." Our eyes sometimes have to see not only the surface, but also the inside, to see both sides of things, to see two sides of the world. ”

Mo Zhenshan asked: "Are there two sides to this world?" ”

"What's the other side of the world?"

The old man replied slowly: "There are people living on the other side of the world, but people who are different from us. ”

When the brother wanted to continue to ask the old man for advice, the old man yawned and was about to fall asleep, so he had to take his leave.

After the brothers took their leave of the old man and the patriarch, they returned to their respective homes, slept soundly for another night, and when they awoke, they went together to see their future wife at the village office.

These young people began to climb towards Hutou Mountain again, and when they looked up, they saw that the black-robed old man was already in front of them, and his walking speed was no slower than that of these young people.

The sect masters of the Ghost Sect, Ah Sili and Wu Han, should have been waiting in front of the Gate of Life and Death for a long time, and this Gate of Life and Death was far away from the Gate of Life and Death on the side of Yuyao Mountain.

The so-called gate of life and death is actually a giant dougong made of limestone.

It is time to beat the cowhide drum and welcome the return of the disciples of the Ghost Sect.

The brothers looked at the old sect master and found that the old man in black robe was also beside the sect master, and these young people bowed down to the sect master and the old man.

Ah Sili stood up from the circle chair and said to the two best disciples of the sect: "You can enter this gate of life and death with your teacher!" ”

The black-robed old man asked, "What is so wonderful about this door of life and death?" ”

The boss said slowly: "I'll make an exception and bring you in, and you will understand!" ”

The Mo Zhenshan brothers took the Qiao'er sisters and followed the old sect master and the black-robed old man into the door of life and death, this door is nothing special, the old man asked: "This is an ordinary door!" ”

"Close your eyes and don't think about anything!" Asli said slowly.

Mo Zhenshan closed his eyes, and he heard the cries of countless ghosts, and he shuddered in fright.

When he opened his eyes, he found that Qiao'er beside him was still closed, but his face was peaceful, and when he looked at Qian'er again, he was calm, but Mo Zhenjiang was trembling, the same as his own experience.

The black-robed old man opened his eyes and said slowly: "I heard a voice from the other side of the world, and I hope to see the other side of the world!" ”

On the fifteenth day of September, all the warriors of the sect returned smoothly and brought back their respective wives.

Asli announced that Mo Zhenshan was the winner, and the Mo Zhenjiang brothers held a wedding.

On the wedding night, Qiao'er asked Mo Zhenshan: "Why did you join the Ghost Sect, and what did this Ghost Sect do?" ”

Mo Zhenshan thought for a moment and replied, "The Ghost Sect protects the safety of the clansmen. ”

"Then are you going to fight the other tribes too?"

Mo Zhenshan shook his head and said to his wife: "If I can take over as the sect master, then the two of us can live a long life like the old sect master." ”

The day after the wedding, the brothers returned to the village with their wives and the guards they had brought with them, and the clansmen celebrated for another three days, and according to the rules of the clan, they returned to Hutou Mountain again to congratulate the old sect master.

The black-robed old man was still there, and the old sect master said to the two couples: "This sect originally planned to choose a successor between you brothers to be the gatekeeper, but I carefully examined your birth date and destiny, you two. ”

The brothers held their breath and waited for the sect master's judgment.

The old sect master didn't explain, so Wu Han added: "Although the two of you are very good, you still haven't met the requirements of the sect master, but the innate deficiencies can be made up for by the day after tomorrow, although the two of you can't succeed the sect master, but the descendants of the two of you have the opportunity to become the sect master of the ghost sect!" ”

The two couples looked at the old sect master.

The old sect master slowly explained: "You two brothers got married at the same time on September 15, if nothing happens, you can give birth to an heir by waiting until next year's mid-year festival, and whoever has a child born on the day of the mid-year festival can succeed to the sect master." ”

Cui Man couldn't help but ask: "Isn't the child born on the Midyear Festival a ghost baby?" ”

Mao Ran immediately shut him up, but the old sect master said: "Our ghost sect is not taboo about ghosts and gods, of course, the gods are high in the sky, we can't hope for them, let alone reach them, but the ghosts are at our feet, even around us!" ”

When the two sisters heard this, they were horrified, and Asli said, "Actually, you don't have to be afraid of ghosts, although we can't see ghosts, ghosts will never harm innocent people!" ”

The black-robed old man next to him added: "I think the ghosts in this world all live in people's hearts, and everyone lives a ghost in their hearts, but these ghosts are also good and bad, good and evil. ”

After meeting with the old sect master, the brothers took their families to the bamboo fence village of the Yao people to visit their parents-in-law.

After they returned, they devoted themselves to cultivation in the Ghost Sect.

The advantage of practicing in the ghost sect is that you can get married and have children, which is completely different from Taoist monks, and in a blink of an eye, before the Zhongyuan Festival in the second year, Qiao'er's stomach has long been cocked, and there are a few times when she can't help but give birth, and she is stunned to let Mo Zhenshan force back with fetal pills.

Mo Zhenjiang's wife is also preparing to give birth, and the brothers are secretly competing to see whose child can be born on the day of the Midyear Festival.

This matter is related to the inheritance of the Ghost Sect, and Asli and He should be even more anxious.

In the past few days before the Midyear Festival, the sky has been overcast, and the old man in the black robe visited again, and Asli and he had a long secret chat in front of the door of life and death.

Qiao'er couldn't help the abdominal pain, screaming in the house, Mo Zhenshan was sweating, and couldn't stop persuading his wife to wait, at this time, the voice of the old man in black robe came from outside the door: "How can you wait to give birth to a child?" You must give birth when you should be born, otherwise you ·······, forget it. ”

Mo Zhenshan hurriedly walked out of the door and saluted the old man.

A baby's cry came from the room, and Mo Zhenshan was happy and frustrated.

The old man said to him, "Congratulations on becoming a father, you should be happy!" ”

Mo Zhenshan smiled bitterly, nodded yes, and the midwife came out with a newborn baby in her arms and said to the two: "Congratulations, it's a son!" ”

The black-robed old man glanced at the baby, then took out a red five-pointed star from his body and put it in the child's swaddling clothes, and said, "Although this gift is small, it can be regarded as my meeting gift to Ling Lang!" ”

Mo Zhenshan hurriedly hugged his son and thanked him, and wanted to ask the old man to name his son, so the old man asked, "Why do you have the surname Mo?" ”

Most people in the world inherit their father's surname, but Mo Zhenshan's is not.

"My grandfather was once rescued by a Han man surnamed Mo, and in gratitude, he changed his surname to Mo."

The black-robed old man nodded and said, "I see, then Ling Lang is named Mo Yin." ”

Mo Zhenshan was overjoyed when he heard this, and hurriedly handed over his son to the midwife to take care of, and was about to invite the old man to drink, but the old man said: "Ling Lang has just been born, and your wife needs your care the most now, so I won't stay to disturb you!" ”

After the black-robed old man left Mo Zhenshan's house, he raised his feet and came to Mo Zhenjiang's house, there was no sign of childbirth, and the couple breathed a sigh of relief when they heard that their brother's child had been born.

The Midyear Festival finally arrived, the village was busy, and the Ghost Sect was even busier, the old sect master took Wu Han and the remaining disciples into the Gate of Life and Death, and then ordered these disciples to walk on the five nearby mountains.

Mo Zhenjiang urged his wife to give birth quickly, and the old man in the black robe said: "How can a woman choose a time to give birth to a child, it is dangerous to give birth early and late." ”

"You're not from our ghost sect, so naturally you don't understand!" Mo Zhenjiang was a little impatient, so he didn't hold back.

When a round of jade plates rose from the Mantou Mountain in the east, Yu'er finally gave birth, but she didn't hear the child's crying, and the midwife walked out of the room with a mourning face, and said to Mo Zhenjiang who was guarding the door: "I'm sorry, master, the child didn't survive!" ”

After Mo Zhenjiang heard this, it was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day.