Then again.

Let's say that Zheng Xiu took Ruchen, under the guidance of "cotton silk", all the way out of Jingtang Town.

Further southwest, there is a small hill.

Twisted trees grew in twists and turns on the hills, and flocks of vultures hovered overhead, as if foraging.

As soon as Zheng Xiu saw the winged one, he almost took out the treasure and wiped out the group of birds in the sky.

However, vultures and ravens are different in biological classification, and their appearances are very different, and they can be distinguished at a glance.

At the foot of the hill, there are old stone pillars, connected by a thick string with a bowl mouth, and strings of weathered bone ornaments are hung underneath. It looks like a fence,

"What is this place?"

Ruchen touched his head and asked curiously.

He was first because of amnesia, and secondly, he had never been out of Shuzhou, such a place with local customs and human characteristics made Ruchen curious.

Zheng Xiu's eyes were blazing, and his divine light was faint.

He looked at the vultures hovering in the sky, and after a moment of silence replied:

"I've heard that there is an ancient custom called 'sky burial' in some remote areas. The locals believe that the physical body is just a skin, and after death, if the skin is not gone, the soul cannot find a place to return and cannot be reincarnated. Therefore, they will choose a fixed place for vultures and other carnivorous creatures to peck at the corpses, in order to liberate the human soul and let the soul reach the ...... What they consider to be the bliss of the afterlife. ”

The reason why Zheng Xiu was talking for a while was because he remembered the theory of the four divisions of the human soul. The part of the human soul that has a "direction", once the physical body disappears, will lead them to "Changyan".

If this vulture forest is the "heavenly burial pit" of the people of Jingtang Town, it stands to reason...... There is a high probability of ghosts spawning here.

Ruchen was silent for a moment when he heard this, but did not agree with Zheng Xiu's statement, but shook his head and denied it: "Brother Zheng's words are a little wrong. ”

Zheng Xiu looked at Ruchen.

"Although Buddhism in the Western Regions was driven out of Middle-earth by the emperors many years ago, there are still many customs that have been quietly circulated. And sky burial is one of them. What Brother Zheng said earlier was right, but the last sentence, the little monk didn't dare to agree. They believed that the human body was only a garment to carry suffering, and that the garment could be discarded at any time when a person died. The reason why they chose the heavenly burial was to carry out a final 'charity', to give in the flesh, not to be able to enter the rebirth, in fact, Buddhism in the Western Regions has never believed that people can ascend to bliss after death, and they want to use this act of great compassion to become a Buddha on the ground. ”

Zheng Xiu looked at Ruchen strangely: "Aren't you amnesia?" How do you know? ”

"Huh?" Ruchen was also stunned when he heard this, and grabbed his bald head in confusion: "That's right! How did the little monk know? ”

Zheng Xiu looked at Ruchen's eyes.

If the bottom of the dust is clear, it does not seem to be a fraud.

Zheng Xiu could only give up, stepped over the fence, and went directly into the mountain forest.

Ruchen pointed to the sign next to him that said "No Entry", and was about to ask Brother Zheng if he hadn't seen it, but when he saw the macho man pull up the sign and throw it aside after entering, he suddenly closed his mouth and nodded secretly.

Makes sense, so that it is invisible.

Ruchen shook his head and admired Brother Zheng's courage and wit in his heart.

In the blink of an eye, Zheng Xiu stepped into the gloomy heavenly burial forest, and Ruchen hurriedly followed.

"There are no secret accounts."

In other words, there is no ghostly formation.

Zheng Xiu breathed a sigh of relief while secretly lost.

The cotton moult was hidden in the forest, which made Zheng Xiu worry that it had formed a ghost again.

Now there are two copies pressed on hand, the picture scroll trapped in Fengbei is one of them, and the second is Ruchen's head melon.

He didn't have time to attack these two ghosts, and when one more appeared, Zheng Xiu felt that he couldn't keep himself busy.

It's really painful and happy.

In fact, this kind of place with a lot of dead people, adjacent to Changyan, is indeed easy to give birth to ghosts.

The forest was littered with decaying bones.

From the color of the skeletons, it can be distinguished, some of the skeletons are hundreds of years ago and have long been weathered, and some are recent, and there are still maggots with white flowers lying on them, jumping on the bones.

Zheng Xiu even found a few fresh charred corpses, which died a few days ago.

Judging from the shape of the skeleton of the charred corpse, it should be a woman.

Zheng Xiu frowned, his middle finger was still upright, and the "cotton silk" was still stuck to Zheng Xiu's finger and had not been broken.

Zheng Xiu didn't stop, but secretly threw out [reconnaissance] one by one.

The results of the [investigation] made him know his surroundings well, as if he had returned to his own home.

The vultures hovering in the sky sensed that a stranger had intruded into their territory and were about to swoop down to attack.

Zheng Xiu raised his head, his eyes were empty, his gaze was sharp, and a murderous aura shot out.

[Shock].

Several vultures screamed, foamed at the mouth, crashed, and landed in the forest.

Seeing this scene, Ruchen secretly stuck out his tongue, and said in his heart, Brother Zheng, is your thaumaturgy a bit exaggerated.

Walking like dust was a little boring, he suddenly thought of something, and the topic returned to the stubble just now.

Speaking of which, the little monk was very curious about whether this day burial was an established rule...... The little monk is to be able to get a glimpse of the rules of the path. ”

Zheng Xiu was looking for cotton molt when he heard the muttering of dusty people following behind. Zheng Xiu, who didn't want to pay attention to it, had no choice but to hear Ruchen's words and said with a smile: "The premise of setting the rules and enforcing the rules must be at least a living person, let's talk about it, so many people died here in the heavenly burial, even if the rules are the same, who became a thaumaturgist in the end?" It can't be a bunch of dead people, can it? ”

Suddenly, I thought to myself. Originally, Ruchen was just talking, and he didn't take it to heart.

At this time, Zheng Xiu, who was walking in front, paused: "I found it." ”

There was a clearing in the forest.

The clearing was littered with skeletons.

There were piles of skeletons, and at the top were hovering vultures.

Under the spiritual vision, Zheng Xiu opened his mouth wide, and a trace of confusion appeared in his eyes.

I saw the green points of light in the sky, dense, like a vast sea of stars.

Magnificent green points of light floated up and sank from time to time, and the twisted strange trees around them were dyed with a layer of brilliant green light under the spiritual vision.

In the center of the clearing, there is a huge cocoon, suspended in mid-air. Countless filaments protrude from the texture of the void and wrap around the cocoon.

"Po~"

The cotton silk in Zheng Xiu's hand broke.

"What's up ahead?"

Ruchen's skin was numb, and he vaguely felt that there was something "something" in the empty space in front of him, and there was a faint smell that made him uneasy. But he was not a psychic, he couldn't see as clearly as Zheng Xiu, so he could only stare wide-eyed, looking at the distorted light and shadow in the forest, and he didn't know why even the daylight was a little dim there, which was extremely weird.

"Don't come here."

Zheng Xiu's chest agitated, and the pitch-black lines spread downward.

The huge cocoon seemed to be filled with some kind of liquid, and an irregular shadow pulsated in the cocoon.

Yes, pulsation.

It's like a heartbeat, beating rhythmically.

Once, nowhere, again.

Suddenly, the shadow in the cocoon suddenly lay on the edge of the cocoon, and as the "contents" approached, an oval outline was suddenly pressed out of the cocoon.

The oval outline can be faintly distinguished from the eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

This so-called "hundred-year-old insect" from Changyan, which was called "cotton molting" by the ancients, is actually ...... Doll!

What surprised Zheng Xiu even more was that his gaze wandered, and he found that behind each cotton thread sticking out of the void, a small dot as smooth as a mirror could be faintly seen.

"Little dots".

Tiny dots can only allow cotton silk to spit out, and no bigger things can be stretched out.

When Zheng Xiu saw this scene, his scalp was numb in shock.

Because in an instant he understood where the cotton silk was coming from.

It's Chang Yan!

Behind the cotton silk, there are small passages that only a little bit remains!

- The entrance to Changyan!

(End of chapter)