If someone had told Li Jiuan before that people could still move and even run after they died, he would probably say something about the quintessence of the country.

But now, this lively corpse appeared in front of his eyes, and he couldn't help but believe it.

The man was one of only three medicine pickers in the village, and he looked like he had fallen from a height and died, his clothes shredded into strips, and the abrasions on his body were rotting, and he walked back to the village from the mountains with a wisp of obsession.

Now, even though they are roped by the crowd, they still scream in their throats, struggling to get rid of them.

"The edict of the Taishang, the lonely soul of Chaoyou, the ghost of everything, the four lives are gracious."

Zhang Laodao looked at the man, his eyes revealed sympathy, and his speech sped up.

As time passed, the deceased stopped struggling and gradually calmed down, and the unwilling soul finally rested.

The villagers who were pulling the rope hard finally relented, and one of the women rushed to the deceased with a child in her arms, and cried as she lay on the deceased.

"He is at rest, mourn."

Li Jiuan sighed and comforted softly, he had seen too many tragedies along the way, and there were not a few people whose whole family died.

At this moment, an old man came over on crutches and presented a cloth bag.

"Thank you Dao Chang for his help, there are no good things in the village, these plates are wrapped up for Dao Chang to eat on the road."

After the birthday banquet that day, Zhang Laodao and Li Jiuan left Qi County.

One of the two of them wants to go to Cangshan, and the other wants to go back to their own sect, a total, the first half of the way is just on the way, and they have to go to the Sifangji, so they go together, and it has been more than half a month.

This road was okay at first, the further north you go, the more refugees you encounter, the more dilapidated the villages, and all kinds of demons and monsters emerge in endlessly.

On this day, the two passed through the village and wanted to replenish some food, but they happened to encounter this dead man's corpse.

"Thank you, sir."

Zhang Laodao saw through the opening of the cloth bag and saw the coils inside, including half-torn pancakes and hardened steamed buns, and knew that this was made up by people from the village.

After pondering for a while, he stuffed a few more pieces of silver to the other party, and when he saw that the old man refused to accept it, he said angrily.

"You don't look down on these taels of silver?"

Li Jiuan saw it in his eyes, no wonder you are poor, when you meet a hard-working person, you will be kind enough to stuff money, and most of the money given by Zhao Yuanwai has been dispersed in the past half a month.

However, along the way, Li Jiuan also understands very well.

This world is bitter.

......

Sunset West Mountain.

After the two left the village, they went all the way forward.

According to the old way, after leaving the village, you can walk along the main road for a maximum of seven days to reach the Sifangji, and after you arrive, you can find a caravan to set off together, and it will be much easier to walk at that time.

The terrain is getting higher and higher, gradually entering the dense forest, Li Jiuan looked at the surrounding environment and finally reacted.

"How did this go up the mountain?"

This mountain road is not easy to walk, Zhang Laodao rode on the black donkey, his body was bumped and up, his eyes kept looking at the dense forest on both sides, and he replied carelessly.

"Oh, it's probably this stupid donkey, it's going wrong."

The black donkey happened to snort and kick his leg, which provoked the old man to scold angrily.

Li Jiuan looked at it and laughed in his heart, this old Taoist priest was deliberately unexpected, and he didn't expose him at the moment.

"Then I guess I have to spend the night on this mountain, I heard from the villagers that there is a general temple on the mountain, walk a few steps quickly, before the sun goes down, you should still be able to arrive."

It rains a lot in the mountains, especially in July, when the sky is clear one second, and the next second it rains heavily.

The wind swept in the torrential rain, and the whole world was darkened.

Suddenly.

"Boom"

A bolt of lightning illuminated the mountain, and a temple of generals was located alone, and two people could be seen riding donkeys on the path in front of the temple.

There were several shouts intermittently from the torrential rain.

"It's all weird... Look at the scenery... It's raining..."

"Put... Old-fashioned me... Find..."

......

"Peng."

The door of the General's Temple was pushed open by force, and the wind and rain poured in, and the smell of earth and rain swept through the temple with the strong wind that opened the door.

"But there are people here, and they spend the night in the heavy rain in the mountains."

After waiting for a while, no one answered, Li Jiuan wanted to ask again, but was bumped into by the black donkey behind him.

"This man can't eat enough, so he has time to come and worship, so go in."

After the old Taoist priest knocked Li Jiu'an away, he hurriedly entered the house to check the talisman he was carrying, and walked outside, this is all life-saving guys, in case it gets wet and loses its effect, it will be troublesome.

Li Jiuan was not annoyed, settled the two donkeys, and looked at the small general temple.

This temple is not big, entering the door is an open space, there is a half-person high incense burner, around and then inside is the main hall.

In the main hall is a general two hundred years ago, wearing armor, a long knife across the waist, majestic, but unfortunately no one has taken care of it for a long time, the clay statue has been broken, even the head has fallen off, fell on the ground and cracked into several pieces.

Although the whole house leaks everywhere and the roof also leaks a few places, it is a blessing to have a place to hide from the rain at this time, and it is not easy to ask for more.

"It's okay, it's okay."

Zhang Laodao carefully took out a cowhide bag from under his crotch, carefully inspected the talisman inside, and finally hid it tightly and was not wet.

"Wow."

"You're not too scared."

Li Jiuan made a disgusted voice.

"What do you know, this walking outside, what is comfortable or uncomfortable, the most important thing is to be able to save your life."

Zhang Laodao proudly threw the stack of talismans to Li Jiu'an, took out some of them and put them outside, took out another one and posted it at the door, and continued to put the rest back.

"Well, you're old, you're right."

Li Jiuan covered his nose and walked away in disgust, collected some dry wooden planks in the main hall, and lit the fire.

The July night was not too cold, and the light of the fire completely dispelled the coolness.

Lao Dao slept close to the fire, and he was not afraid of rolling over into the fire, and after a while, there was a snoring sound.

After a tiring day, Li Jiuan couldn't bear it after adding firewood to the fire.

Finally, holding the long sword, leaning on the altar and falling asleep, I was worried that there would be an accident in this deep mountain and old forest, and I didn't sleep well.

Overnight stay in a broken temple, stormy and stormy.

The beating light of the fire was reflected on the wall, like the shadow of a demon, choosing people to devour.

I don't know how long it took, the wind and rain had stopped, the wood had burned out, and the hall was darkened, except for a few rays of moonlight shining through the holes in the roof.

The largest wisp of them happened to shine on the clay statue, and it was still the unknown general, with a long knife at his waist and hips, wearing armor, his face was blue, his eyes were closed, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, as if he was smiling.

Wait a minute.

Isn't the head of this idol on the ground?