Sun.

Under the ancient red maple tree, the incense mist of the City God Temple is curling, and the candle flame is brilliant.

At this moment, it was evening, and the blood-colored remnant sun had exhausted its last afterglow. He tried to warm the earth and give warmth to the disheartened. Give a ray of hope to the confused and desperate.

However, he was just a remnant of the sun, his enthusiasm had long been exhausted, and even the residual heat was about to dissipate, leaving only a cold light. The blazing light was swallowed up by the darkness and was rapidly dimming.

Dao Mu looked up at the remnant sun, and there was an indescribable throbbing.

Lei Gongqiong saw that Dao Mu did not move for a long time, approached Dao Mu, and jokingly asked Mu if he was afraid of taking this road. As he spoke, Lei Gongqiong's eyes were scorching, and he glanced at the sea of red maple forests outside the City God Temple, which was gradually swallowed by darkness, as if he had found something.

Dao Mu didn't seem to hear Lei Gongqiong's jokes, and took Lei Gongqiong's words as true. He suddenly turned his head and looked at Lei Gongqiong, his eyebrows were full of misanthropy, his bloody eyes were full of depression, and his whole face exuded indifference to the world.

I thought that Dao Mu was going to refute it more or less, but he saw Dao Mu frowning at Lei Gongqiong and pursing his lips. He was neither cold, nor cried or laughed, and then strode out of the main hall, through the patio, and towards the outside of the City God Temple.

Lei Gongqiong was stunned, not understanding what Dao Mu's expression meant. At that time, Hou Dazhuang and Cowherd each stood on Lei Gongqiong's side, and the two were thoughtful and vaguely worried.

In fact, Dao Mu was normal at first, but as he continued to deepen the relationship between the Land of Wandering Ghosts and the Red Maple Sea, Dao Mu's face began to sink slowly. Dao Mu was already very restrained, and he was completely released when he returned to the yang world.

The Cowherd held a cigarette gun in his mouth and put his hands behind his back, "This trip to the underworld has touched Ah Dao too much, and he can't digest it for a while." With that, the Cowherd glanced at Da Zhuang and left quickly.

At this moment, Ah Dao's heart is very blocked, he wants to do something, but he doesn't know what to do, whether he should do it or not. Hou Dazhuang sighed briefly, held his head high, and strode away.

"With his life experience, shouldn't he see others live more miserably and be happier?" Lei Gongqiong's mind came to Dao Mu's face, that complicated expression.

"How can there be such a well-behaved person, as treacherous as this sunset. Lei Gongqiong was puzzled, turned into a thunderbolt, galloped, and followed them.

The Cowherd put his hands behind his back, his mouth still holding a smoking gun, "Vega has twenty-one suicide holy places, eleven of which are in the vast ocean. "As he spoke, the smoke curled out like morning mist, and he exhaled and diffused. "It is said that the sea is a forbidden area of the pastoral road, find a chance, let's go together?"

"We are in the sea like the sea tribe on land, and if you are not careful, you will be attacked and killed by aliens, and it is really not a place for you to gallop. Dao Mu said as he looked at the people who had lost their minds and climbed the red maple ancient tree frantically.

"Since they have this mind and courage, on the road to death, you fight for me to win a good position......" He suddenly frowned into scissors, and pointed at the sword in his right hand, pointing at the people who were killing each other on the climbing road, "Why, they don't have the courage and heart to cut through thorns and thorns on the road of life?"

Some people really want to die without any ties, while some people don't seem to want to die, but more like they want to achieve a certain goal through death.

Seeing that he fell down again, Hou Dazhuang grinned and said, "Ah Dao, you don't plan to persuade you?"

Hou Dazhuang leaned against the freewheeled iron soldiers inserted in the soil, clasped his hands, and looked at those dead seekers who were climbing around, full of disdain.

"Good words do not persuade you to be dead. Dao Mu was indifferent, withdrew his right hand and placed it horizontally on his abdomen, and his abdomen could clearly feel the slight trembling of his right hand under the Dao sleeve robe. "There is only one life, and some people rely on it all the time in order to live. Some people are desperately rushing to die. They don't know that the underworld is more cruel than the yang, and that the underworld is so big that there is no place for my parents. ”

"What about you?" the Cowherd raised his eyebrows, grinning and baring his teeth, "You live now, how many mortal monks are envious, don't you still lose this face." "The speech is fragmented, like a belly whisper.

"If I die, I will definitely fall into the field of soul scattering, so I have to spare my life!" Dao Mu's right hand clenched into a fist, let go of it the next moment, and with a wave of his right hand, he turned around and left, "Let's go." ”

I wanted to fly away, but Dao Mu said, and flew again after a while.

During the walk, the Taoist fairy wisps of Taoist clothes are windless and automatic, and the cloak is leisurely. His bloody eyes were blurred, the water waves were hazy, and the red maple trees with many traces of suicide in his eyes corresponded to a spiritual wish tree in the underworld.

The red maple trees that were pierced through the heart and died on the trunk, or the few or three that committed suicide, did not have a corresponding Wish Tree, and this kind of red maple tree accounted for the vast majority.

When the cowherd saw that he didn't cut a few trees, he felt depressed, feeling that something was missing, hollow, and panicked. "Ah Dao, do you all believe the words of the City God?" Cowherd always felt that Dao Mu saw something terrible in that earthy yin letter.

"It seems to me that what he said is not adulterated......" Dao Mu suddenly looked back, but his hazy eyes jumped over the cowherd and whispered blankly, "Even if the whole world is lying to me, my eyes will not lie to me after all." ”

Before the words fell, Dao Mu took a sharp step, swept past the cowherd, and walked towards a red maple tree thirty zhang away.

At this moment, on that red maple tree, a man and a woman are about to commit suicide!

"Go on, leave us alone, when we are air. Dao Mu glanced at the two of them lightly, and his gaze turned to the two small whirlwinds that lingered under the tree.

In the eyes of others, this is just an ordinary little whirlwind, which can often be seen on the road, in the fields, and in the barren mountains. In Dao Mu's eyes, those two little whirlwinds are two ghosts, a dignified middle-aged man, and a beautiful woman with charm.

The beautiful woman put her arms around the middle-aged man, each holding a red maple leaf in her hand. Their eyes were full of anticipation, and when they looked at each other, they were full of love.

The Cowherd and the others are all from the past, and although they can't see the dead souls, they also know the origin of the two whirlwinds. The Cowherd and the others quietly came to Daomu's side, but the ghost couple didn't seem to see the Cowherd and them, and they were still waiting for the two young couples to commit suicide with anticipation.

However, the arrival of Dao Mu frightened a pair of mandarin ducks who were about to commit suicide, and before they could breathe, the three of them came one after another, directly making the couple who wanted to commit suicide stop and climb and stop at a height of about one zhang.

The young man turned his head, with a look of grief and determination, and spat at the Dao Mu and them, "You are the dog-nosed Taoist priest invited by my family!"

"We're not, you please continue. Lei Gongqiong shook his left hand at will, without even looking at the other party.

He twisted his right hand with one hand, recited a mantra, and wiped his eyes with two fingers. Thunder and lightning intertwined in the pupils, colliding with fairy light, and finally saw the two ghosts at the junction of the underworld and the yang.

"Then you must have come to grab the position!" the girl pointed to the depressed Daomu, obviously thinking that Daomu was also self-killing. Then he panicked and said to the young man, "We'd better come back in a few days, or as soon as we die, they will cut us off, like corpses on the ground, rotting and turning to dust......

Commit suicide now, or commit suicide later, let the pair of hard-working mandarin ducks quarrel. It turned out that this position was obtained by them at all the remaining costs with a group of weird Taoist priests.

The Taoist priests said that this location was remote, and the vacancy of this tree could allow their bodies to hang for a hundred years after death. Who would have thought that before they reached the top and committed suicide, there would be another wave of immortal cultivators with strange behaviors, and there was also a decadent and world-weary young man, I am afraid that they would also kill themselves.

"You all want to kill yourself, what do you care about the corpse?" Cowherd sneered, and the sword finger in his left hand grabbed the cigarette gun and pulled it away, "Even if we don't cut it down, the person who sold your position will also be cut down." Businessmen, aren't they all so cunning?"

As he spoke, the Cowherd spit out smoke rings, ring after ring, squinting at the bitter mandarin duck, "If there is no necrophilia, I really can't understand why they have been wandering in the forest for so many years and have not left." The cowherd smiled even more, and his gaze jumped to the young man, "Men who like women are better, and men who like men ......"

"Ah Niu!" Dao Mu suddenly stopped, turned around, and said indifferently, "Let's go." ”

Just as the cowherd was speaking, Dao Mu saw the ghost's panic because of the red maple leaves looming in his hand, and the beautiful women were about to cry bloody tears.

At this moment, Dao Mu panicked and ran out of ideas. He immediately chose to escape, out of sight and out of mind.

"Want to go?"

"Bad for our business, let's not mention it for the time being! Bad for our reputation, the most unbearable!"

"Hmph, hmph, hum......"

Before the words fell, more than a dozen people popped out of thin air, they were dressed in strange robes, and they didn't seem to be famous. If it weren't for the purity of the spiritual power in their bodies, no matter their appearance and temperament, they would be more like demons.

"The supernatural monk should complement Zhong Kui and cultivate yin virtue and yang goodness. Your reckless behavior, Xiaodao understands from the god of the city god. Dao Mu quietly pressed the knife with his left hand, put his right hand across his abdomen, and his middle finger moved his navel irregularly, "You deserve to die more than these people who don't cherish life!"

According to the statement of the god of the city god, out of the total number of suicides, about three adults really deserve to die. It is also destined in the book of life and death, and they all have corresponding matching ghosts, so they can be reborn.

The remaining seven adults all died unexpectedly, and after death they were the wandering ghosts, and these seventy percent of the wandering ghosts and night ghosts were all man-made disasters.

The ghost night ghost is no different from the beggar in the yang world, don't say that you can enter the ghost city of Yin Si Xudu, and you can't even go to the place of wandering ghosts. Unless there is an adventure, it is a relief for them to be wiped out.

"You don't go to plant flowers in the garden for people, don't go to give people spiritual pet care and see a doctor, what are you doing here?" A sheep's beard old man stroked the mustache with his right hand and fingers, his left hand crossed his waist, and his gray thick eyebrows were angry, "The sea of red maple forests has been operated for my ancestors for thousands of years, there are no evil ghosts and ghosts, and there is no catastrophe, and you don't need to worry about your muddy legs!"

The old Dao cultivation of the sheep's beard is unfathomable, and the overflowing aura is more than a little thicker than Lei Gong Qiong!