On the ninth day of the ninth month of the lunar calendar, Chongyang, is also the day for the selection of disciples of the Ghost Sect.

In front of the gate of life and death halfway up the mountain yin of Yuyao Mountain, the sect leader Ah Sili was wearing a yin and yang hat, a black and white robe, holding an ancient willow scepter, sitting on an old locust wooden circle chair, looking at the two rows of disciples in front of him.

The dense fog of the early morning had not yet dissipated, and these disciples were half-hidden and half-visible, but the sect master they saw was also shrouded in mist, like a god.

When the dew of Yuyao Mountain wet everyone's coarse cloth clothes, the thick fog slowly dissipated.

A witch man with grass juice on his face picked up a pair of poplar drums with his sturdy arms and struck the cowhide drum next to the door of life and death.

The drum beat twelve times and stopped abruptly, but the aftermath did not disappear for a long time around Yuyao Mountain.

Wu Han was dressed in a bark coat and had bird feathers on his head, looking at the old sect master.

The Sect Master nodded, raised his withered right hand and swung it down.

The witch man shouted loudly: "The Ghost Sect's selection of disciples to enter the room has begun!" ”

After shouting, he continued to beat the drum, and this time he stopped after beating three links.

The sky was overcast, and the clouds were overwhelming, and it looked like it was going to rain.

Asli said in a hoarse voice: "There are two places for the selection of disciples this time, you are all the elites of the sect, serving as warriors who guard the secrets of the sect, so the selection rules are open, and the standards are the same. It's time to introduce the selection rules to the disciples! ”

Wu Han also nodded his head and looked at these sturdy fellow disciples, and then opened his throat and shouted: "The rules are very simple, the winner of the three games is the first game. ”

He paused deliberately, and the warriors looked at him expectantly.

He quickly coughed lightly and continued: "There are twelve karst caves in the Shanyin of this Yuyao Mountain that can lead to Shanyang, you each choose a karst cave to enter, and there will be twelve beauties of the Yao clan waiting at the other end of the cave, as for which beauty you will meet, it depends on your own creation." After you meet a beautiful woman, hunt on the spot, and then use the prey as a dowry for marrying a wife, after you get the return gift from the woman's parents, you will return from the top of the mountain with their respective wives, the first two disciples to come back won, and the unsuccessful disciples can get married and continue to stay in the ghost sect to practice! ”

As soon as the words fell, these ghost sect disciples secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

In the beautiful and enclosed hinterland of South China, the water of the Zhijiang River flows out of the Huanyao Mountain, meandering beyond the mountains and flowing into the Yuan River. At the end of the Zhijiang River is a paradise surrounded by mountains, where this group of quaint and backward Qili people live.

It is a mysterious ethnic group that, despite being closed and backward, has a long life, and their patriarch is said to have the ability to be a prophet of the unknown.

This year, the clansman Mo Zhenshan and his younger brother Mo Zhenjiang joined the ghost sect at the same time.

The Ghost Sect is a local organization responsible for communicating with ghosts and gods, and the current sect leader Asli, the elder of the Qili clan, seems to be harsh on the requirements for choosing a sect person.

In the first row are Mo Zhenshan and Mo Zhenjiang, two cousins, the elder brother is four years older than the younger brother, and he looks a little old, plus he has been exposed to the wind and sun all year round, and his complexion is dark, while the younger brother has a slightly whiter complexion, but his height is also lower.

These ghost sect disciples practice in Huanyao Mountain on weekdays, and they are very familiar with the karst cave on the yin side of Yuyao Mountain in the south, but very few people pass through the entire cave, because this is the rule of the Yuli tribe.

The cave is used for human worship and is a place where ghosts and gods live.

Wu Han should have sounded this cowhide drum again, and the twelve warriors of the Ghost Sect scattered one after another, running towards the cave they had already chosen.

These disciples learned the general situation of these caves from the mouths of the sect seniors in advance, but what was the situation in the caves? Where does the entrance lead? Which beauty is at the entrance of the cave? That's all unknown.

The brothers Mo Zhenshan and Mo Zhenjiang ran on the same road at first, but in the blink of an eye, the younger brother disappeared, and when the boss was puzzled, the brothers from the same school behind him came, and he stopped staying.

The first cave one must have the advantage, and he knew that there was a cave under a nearby convex rock.

Mo Zhenshan skillfully broke off a slender willow branch from the willow tree on the side of the road, and quickly braided it into a wicker hat and put it on his flat head, and there was an old hairy peach tree next to this convex rock, and now there were no flowers and fruits, and even the peach leaves were falling with the wind, but a branch stretched out horizontally blocked his way.

"It's a handy guy!" , Mo Zhenshan kicked off this peach branch, held it in his hand as a weapon, and came to the convex rock, looking at the clouds and mist under the cliff, his heart was extremely excited.

In fact, the bottom of the cliff was not an abyss, he had been here, and he had slid down the hillside, and scattered the birds and rabbits hiding in the artemisia grass, and the large swarms of gnats scattered into the sky, and as soon as he had slipped halfway down the slope, he rolled into the cave buried under the artemisia grass.

The cave was pitch black, and he couldn't see his fingers, but the disciples of the Ghost Sect had long been accustomed to walking in black.

Mo Zhenshan still had a peach branch in his hand to defend himself, he explored the way with a wooden staff, and walked towards the depths of the cave, the deeper he went into the cave, a coldness arose, and the sound of water droplets and stones echoed in his ears.

Suddenly, a sticky mass of something dripped on her cheek, Mo Zhenshan reached out and wiped it, tasted it in his mouth, it was bitter and astringent, and he spit it out.

His sound disturbed the creatures that inhabited the cave, and a swarm of bats flew towards him, and he hurriedly waved the peach branch in his hand to drive it away.

His feet are covered in bat, and this thing has another name, Luminous Sand, which can be used as medicine.

In fact, there is no danger in crossing the cave, but these backward tribesmen are full of awe of the cave, just like the ghosts and gods, they are all afraid of themselves.

The cave is not a straight tunnel, but a zigzag one, and some of the caves have holes in them.

What Mo Zhenshan encountered was this kind of mother and son cave, plus a chain hole. He closed his eyes, and after entering a cavern, there was a glow of fluorescent light, only the sound of water droplets, and no living creatures.

When he was tired of walking, he sat down on a stalagmite to rest.

The stalactites here are strange, and some have split with the roots.

When he opened his eyes, he saw only an ordinary rock wall, but when he closed his eyes, he saw that the stone stalactite hanging from the roof of the cave had turned into a green ghost head, staring at him.

Mo Zhenshan was startled, hurriedly opened his eyes, knelt on the ground and bowed.

When he closed his eyes again and secretly looked up above his head, the stalactite returned to its original appearance.

After resting enough, Mo Zhenshan regained his strength and heartbeat, so he took the peach branch as a crutch and continued to walk, I don't know how long he walked, he felt that the surrounding environment was getting colder and colder, and he was a little shivering in a coarse cloth clothes, but walking could drive away the cold.

When he closed his eyes and rested, he saw the green ghost head again, but this time he saw it more clearly, the other party's hair stood up like iron thorns, two big eyes like copper bells, a nose like garlic cloves, and thick lips, showing a pair of fangs.

Mo Zhenshan hurriedly knelt down again, and dared to ask.

The ghost asked, "Can you see me?" ”

He nodded in response, and the ghost head responded: "Then you must have been opened by someone, I am just a mandrill in this mountain, all your companions can't see me, only you can see me, it seems that the winner of this selection is you?" ”

Mo Zhenshan was overjoyed when he heard this, and hurriedly thanked Shanxiao. and then ask it how to get out of the cave?

Mandrill Montessori replied, "The quickest way to get out of the cave is to turn around and walk back!" ”

Mo Zhenshan hurriedly corrected: "I'm going to Shanyang, so I can't turn back!" ”

"Then you go with your own feelings and trust your instincts!"

With that, the mandrill quickly vanished, and the sound of water droplets came from the cave.

Mo Zhenshan continued to walk forward, the temperature around him gradually warmed up, and Mo Zhenshan knew that it was not far from the entrance of the cave.

As he was walking, a lump of feces fell on the top of his head, and when he touched it with his hand, it was sticky, and when he put it in front of his nose and smelled it, he knew that it was bat, and he yelled at the top of his head.

The group of bats was also immediately scattered, and some even launched a dive attack on him, and he hurriedly waved peach branches to drive them away.

Mo Zhenshan waved the peach branch to drive away the bats, and hurried forward, when he stepped on a thick layer of luminous sand, his feet suddenly emptied, and his body fell into a trap, but the peach branch in his hand was stuck in the trap.

There may be a deadly blade in the trap, or it may just be a pit of dung, but it is always bad to fall.

Just as he was about to fall to the bottom of the trap, a black shadow flashed, squatted down beside the trap, reached out and grabbed the peach branch stuck at the mouth of the trap, and pulled Mo Zhenshan up.

After crawling out of the trap, Mo Zhenshan hurriedly looked at this person and thanked him, but the other party left him and quickly ran forward, Mo Zhenshan continued to walk forward, but his body was already full of sweat and feces, which was simply stinky.

As he walked out of the cave exhausted, he was dizzy from a blinding gaze, and he immediately fainted and fell to the ground.

When a young woman dressed in traditional Yao costume saw this person, she screamed in fright and hurriedly fled.

However, she soon brought the two tribesmen, and these Yao people filled the mountain spring water in a wooden tube to cleanse the stinky man on the ground.

Mo Zhenshan slowly opened his eyes in the washing of the mountain spring, and a dark-skinned Yao man carried a bamboo tube and asked him, "You are the warrior behind the mountain?" ”

The other teenager was also dark-skinned, but with a water gun made of bamboo tubes, he was still washing Mo Zhenshan, and said, "Brother, he came out of the cave, of course he is a warrior of the Yuli tribe." ”

Mo Zhenshan nodded in response, and pressed the water gun in the young man's hand with his hand.

The young man turned to the beauties of the same clan and said, "Sister Qiao'er, he is the warrior behind the mountain!" ”

The woman named Qiao'er hurriedly rushed over, looked at Mo Zhenshan who was soaking wet, and asked, "What's your name, are you really a warrior behind the mountain?" ”

Mo Zhenshan nodded and replied, "My name is Mo Zhenshan, and I am a warrior of the Qili tribe, have my companions come out?" ”

These Yao people all shook their heads, and the young man said with his eyebrows fluttering: "Brother Mo, you are the first warrior to come out, hurry up and go hunting!" ”

Qiao'er also pulled out a sharp short knife from his back and handed it to Mo Zhenshan, and said, "Brother Shan, the outcome of the first game has been decided, but the second game has just begun!" ”

Mo Zhenshan held the half-foot-long hunting knife and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

It's okay to kill a rabbit with this knife, it's far from beating a wolf, use a rabbit as a dowry, and don't you get laughed off by the woman's clansmen?