Several old people in the city have passed away today, and the atmosphere in the city has been a little depressing these days, and this lonely city will eventually usher in its destruction.

The women were busy preparing for the funeral, and many of them wept and mourned.

"Po Li, there is not much food in the city, can you still get a few tables of food to eat?" Someone on the side reminded.

"Alas, there have been natural disasters in recent years, and there have been barbarians attacking the city, the cost of grain harvest is not good, and the food in the city is almost exhausted!"

The woman sighed, she also knew that there was a shortage of food in the city, but what could she do? Since ancient times, the dead have been made to make feasts.

"Well, let's get through this time." The woman shook her head.

Ling Baili, who wanted to patrol, stood on the roof of the city at this time, taking in the conversations of these people, and after hearing the food problem, his brows furrowed tightly.

Now although the lonely city is defended and safe and sound, but there are old and weak women and children in the city, how much can be grown by farming and vegetables?

Mukden has nearly 400 mouths waiting to eat. Ling Baili couldn't help but smile bitterly.

At night, Ling Baili leaned against the city wall.

Looking at the dark night sky, I thought about how to solve the problem of these foods.

"Rustling ......"

Suddenly, a slow sound pulled Ling Baili back to reality.

Someone! Step on the sand under the wall on the left.

Ling Baili immediately became vigilant, clutched the spear tightly in his hand, and slowly stood up against the wall.

Since he didn't know how many people there were, Ling Baili could only approach cautiously.

The "tart ......" has the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

There are three voices on the ground, are there three people? Ling Baili guessed.

Dark clouds cover most of the moon tonight, leading to

The ground was pitch black, and only three black shadows could be vaguely seen touching Mukden, walking sneakily.

Ling Baili tried his best to control his footsteps, intending to follow and see what these three people wanted to do, if they were really barbarians and were still coming for Fengtian, it would be troublesome.

The three of them were extremely strange, and after walking a few steps, they stopped outside the house to observe something.

"There's no one in there, isn't it here?"

"The Buddha plate points there, see it clearly and then act, and if you wake up others, you can't tell clearly......"

The three of them sneakily shuttled through Mukden, as if looking for something.

Ling Baili initially thought that they were assassins sent by barbarians or thieves, but this was quickly disproved.

The three of them were looking for them in an irregular way, and they would observe a few rooms regardless of whether there was anyone in the house or not.

The more Ling Baili thought about it, the more curious he felt, what were these three people looking for? It can't be trying to steal Mukden's grain, right?

But after all, he didn't get close to the three of them easily.

Soon, the three of them came to a stop outside a door, and one of them took out an iron plate and knocked on the door for a while.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

There was a loud bang at the door.

The bright moon lifts away the clouds and mist, revealing a full moon.

Only then did Ling Baili see that these three people were the three monks who came to ask for water during the day, and at this time they took a few steps back to the center of the courtyard, and planted incense and set up talismans towards the house.

Wait, isn't this courtyard the house where Mrs. Donghua lived before her death?

What are these three monks doing here?

Mrs. Donghua died and didn't let her leave safely?

Ling Baili was in the dark, ready to jump out and question the three strange monks, but soon, his eyes widened.

There was a sound of talking in the empty room, the "creaking" of walking, and the old wooden door was whirring in the breeze at this time.

The sound coming from inside the house was terrifying, and Ling Baili stood on the roof, very shocked.

"Senior Brother Xuanyang, there is movement in this house! Did these three monks make it? ”

This was the only thought in Ling Baili's mind.

The monk's next action overturned his thoughts, Xuanyang took out a string of Buddhist beads from his arms, smeared his own blood on the Buddhist beads with his hand, and his mouth also moved.

"Senior Brother Xuanyang, you're coming out!"

With the movements of the Xuanyang monk, the sound of "pop, pop, pop~" continued to be heard in the house.

Ling Baili felt his hairs stand on end, and his intense curiosity urged him to continue observing.

"Lingyuan, Lingfan! Resist the gate and don't let the mourners come out! ”

The two monks obeyed the order and rushed to the wooden door, and then pressed tightly to prevent the contents from coming out.

"Mourning?" What is it? Ling Baili even wondered if he hadn't woken up, and in just a few incense sticks, he had transformed from scientific rationality to traditional feudalism.

On the other hand, Xuanyang, the Buddha plate that he had made before actually floated in the air, pointing directly into the house.

Xuanyang pulled out a gray bell from the wide monk's robe, and then quickly hung it under the Buddha plate, and then began to recite the scriptures.

"牂烏槑巽畠畕汏昡......"

"Senior brother, I can't hold it down!"

The two shouted almost at the same time.

"Hurry up and get out of the way!" Xuanyang shouted.

When the two of them heard this, they jumped away from each other and fell on all fours.

The wooden door opened wide, and there was a strange black shadow standing in the room, and the whole head actually had the appearance of a giant python head.

The moonlight swayed on its body, and it was still impossible to see its appearance, only a long black evil shadow could be seen, which looked extremely terrifying under the reflection of the moonlight.

"Bell Bell Bell ......"

Seeing this, Xuanyang beckoned the Buddha plate and the iron bell to hang in the air, and the two objects shook violently back and forth, making an extremely uncomfortable metal collision sound.

The effect of the bell was very fast, and the whole body of the "mourning god" began to blur, and he rushed out of the courtyard with a flash of the black shadow.

After a long time, the courtyard returned to quiet.

But Ling Baili's heart was still up and down, and he couldn't be calm.

What exactly is the "mourning god" that the monk is talking about?

Who is this monk? He's anything but simple!

Ling Baili summoned the panel, ready to switch accounts at any time, just in case.

"Master Ling, I'm bothered, presumably the donor is also confused at this time, if you don't dislike it, please come down and talk about it."

Monk Xuanyang bent down in the direction of Ling Baili and said to him.

Did this monk find out about me a long time ago?

Ling Baili swallowed his saliva, found a place to stay, and jumped down.

"Amitabha, the donor must not be a mortal, and he can not be afraid after seeing this kind of scene!" The monk folded his hands and bowed slightly towards Ling Baili.

"It's not convenient to talk here, so please change places with me, let's talk while walking."

The three of Xuanyang looked at each other and nodded.