Before you know it, the sky is shining again.

Murong Yunyao looked at the canyon that had been searching for no success all night, and let out a slight sigh, "Alas, presumably those believers have been transferred to other places, it seems that I have been busy all night." She said as she put the money in her hand into her money bag, and then went straight to the Tongling Gorge.

Although she didn't stop, she was very embarrassed in her heart, "With this little money in my hand, I can't return to Bianliang at all, and I want to beg along the road and I'm afraid that it will be self-defeating again, is it possible that the girl really went to rob the road?" ”

Murong Yunyao walked for a long time, and when she saw a village outside the forest, she looked back at the murderous dense forest last night, and sighed, "Alas! Not only did he not help Ah Nian find his sister, but he almost put his life on the line, if he died here last night, Brother Yun and Eight Kings Chitose would probably not be able to find me for the rest of their lives, and I don't know if they would be sad? Alas! Fortunately, this girl has a big life, and even the ghosts and gods dare not get close!

She muttered to herself as she walked towards the village. The village is not too big, but there are shops, tea sheds, and restaurants, and strangely there are no pedestrians on the streets.

Murong Yunyao thought to herself, "Why don't you pick a wealthy family in the village and ask them to give me some silver taels and food." She thought about walking up to a decent farmer's door and knocking softly, "Is there anyone in there?" I am a traveler, and I don't have enough silver taels with me, and I hope I can stutter. ”

Murong Yunyao knocked for a long time, and when she saw that no one responded inside, the strength of her subordinates was a little heavier. Unexpectedly, the dilapidated wooden door was opened, and then a strong bloody smell rushed from the room.

"Ahem!" Murong Yunyao was so choked that she couldn't stop coughing, she instinctively wanted to retreat, but she inadvertently glanced into the courtyard. It's okay not to look at it, but at first glance, she was stunned by the scene in the yard! I saw that in the courtyard that was not spacious, there were several corpses lying horizontally, and one of the old men had a sharp knife stuck in his back. The blood stains on the ground had turned black and purple, and a large number of mosquitoes and flies circled around the corpses, unwilling to disperse for a long time.

Murong Yunyao frowned, and actually walked through the courtyard with a ghostly step, and walked straight to the main hall facing the gate. The doors and windows of the main hall were closed at this time, and with a little force, Murong Yunyao pushed open the two wooden doors of the main hall and walked into the house vigilantly.

The room is covered with thick curtains, and even the brightest midday sun can hardly illuminate the main hall. As soon as Murong Yunyao walked into the house curiously, she was hit on her forehead by a soft thing.

She hurriedly looked up and saw that it was a leg, the leg of a girl who had committed suicide by hanging a beam. When the girl died not long ago, her body was not completely stiff, although a long tongue stretched out, but the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, as if she was dying without pain, and she was smiling at herself at this time!

"Ahh Murong Yunyao exclaimed in surprise, and instinctively went to his waist to draw his sword, but he pulled it out empty. Then she remembered that her sword had been destroyed in that strange forest last night. She tried her best to calm her mind, and then took three steps and two steps, and quickly exited the shocking courtyard.

Murong Yunyao's breath was a little disordered, and he wiped the cold sweat oozing from his sideburns with his hand, and then knocked on the door of the courtyard next to him vigorously. After a few knocks, the door was pushed open from the inside, and it was opened by an old man with gray hair.

The old man asked vigilantly in sign language, "Little lady, who are you?" Why did you knock on the door of the old man's house? ”

Murong Yunyao has been fighting wits and courage with the followers of the Chaos Sect for a long time, and has barely learned some superficial Chaos Sect sign language, and hurriedly gestured: "Old man, I came from Tongling Gorge and wanted to go to Bianliang. When I left home, I was in a hurry and didn't bring enough money, so I had to ask the old man for a stutter, and I hope the old man will not be surprised. ”

The old man looked very frightened when he saw her, and he seemed to be very excited, and he kept making all kinds of strange gestures towards Murong Yunyao. Murong Yunyao understood that the meaning of the old man's gesture was that he was extremely devout to the Holy Sect, and he hoped that the Great Sacrifice Wine would not be suspicious.

Murong Yunyao was stunned for a moment, and thought, "Why does he call me a big sacrificial wine?" Even if he mistakenly thinks I'm a believer, but I'm still young, he should call me a small sacrificial wine at most, why does he call me a big sacrificial wine? ”

Seeing that Murong Yunyao was looking at him without saying a word, the old man hurriedly gestured: "Venerable Guangmu Great Sacrifice Wine, I will always be your most devout believer, and if you can go to the old man's house, it will be the greatest favor to the old man." Don't say that you just eat a meal, you just want the old man's life, and the old man will never be stingy! ”

Murong Yunyao nodded slightly, and said secretly, "Presumably, this Wide-eyed Great Sacrifice Wine must be a young girl, and it looks very similar to me." Why don't I pretend to be her for the time being, and have a full meal. Fun, fun! Murong Yunyao was interested at this time, but he thought for a moment, "The believers of the Chaos Sect are either mute, blind, or deaf, and everyone seems to be different, which kind of wine will this Wide-Eyed Great Sacrifice Wine Fair be?" Forget it, forget it! This girl is smart and just needs to act when she sees the opportunity. She thought about it and said in stiff sign language, "Quickly get some food for the sake of the festival, for the wine is hungry." ”

The old man answered, looked Murong Yunyao up and down again, and saw that Murong Yunyao was wearing a purple robe, a pair of moon-white small leather boots, and no blades on his body. It seemed to be completely different from the wide-eyed great sacrificial wine in his impression, and he couldn't help frowning slightly, and a trace of doubt rose in his heart. He looked at Murong Yunyao again and again, then took a few steps forward tremblingly, and asked with a confused expression: "Great sacrificial wine, forgive the old man for talking too much, why are you so tired today, still dressed like this, and call yourself this girl, I don't know if the big sacrificial wine can teach you?" ”

Murong Yunyao thought in her heart, and did not rush to answer. Seeing that she didn't speak, the old man seemed to suddenly realize: "It's because the old man is old, and he can't hear it if he forgets the wide-eyed sacrificial wine, and he asks the big sacrificial wine to forgive the old man!" After he said that, he used sign language to communicate with her, "Great Sacrifice Wine, why are you dressed like this today?" Is there something important in the church that you are sent to do? ”

Seeing this, Murong Yunyao gestured and said, "There is indeed an important matter in the Holy Sect to send this sacrificial wine to do, and this matter is related to the safety of my Holy Sect, so I have to dress up like this in case the news leaks out." Since you are a believer in my religion, you should keep it a secret, if you dare to publicize it, beware of the Holy Lord's sin, and let you fall into the netherworld forever! ”

The old man hurriedly folded his hands above his head and said in his mouth: "Chaos Holy Sect, bless my heart forever." Eliminate demons and defend the road, and do not fall into the netherworld. Then he gestured very respectfully: "Guangmu Great Sacrifice Wine, you must not be angry, the old man must be tight-lipped." As he spoke, he hurriedly welcomed Murong Yunyao into the house, and hurried to the kitchen to prepare the meal.

The light in the room was dim, and Murong Yunyao looked at the room through the faint light. There is a wooden offering table in the center, and there is a Chaos stone statue on the offering table. The offering table is very small, and it has changed color for a long time, and the stone statue is also old and small, and there is no grandeur at all, Murong Yunyao This is the second time he has seen the Chaos Stone Statue, but the two stone statues in front and back are simply incomparable.

Murong Yunyao saw that there was still a set of old tables and chairs in front of the offering table, and he didn't know how long it had been used, and the table top and chair surface had been rubbed to be as smooth as a mirror. Murong Yunyao sat on the wooden chair on the left, intending to sit down and rest, but as soon as she sat down on the wooden chair, there was a "creaking" sound. She hurriedly stood up, for fear that she would collapse the wooden chair and fall to the ground.

"Great sacrificial wine, why don't you sit?" The old man smiled and brought two large bowls of black things, and before he could put them on the table, a strange smell came to his face. Murong Yunyao hurriedly covered her nose and said with a gesture of dissatisfaction: "It smells so bad, can you eat this kind of thing!" ”

The old man was stunned for a moment, and then smiled bitterly, "Great sacrificial wine, these dried bamboo shoots and bacon are already the best things in the old man's house." If it weren't for the big festival wine, the old man would be reluctant to take it out to entertain the guests. ”

Murong Yunyao saw that the old man was sincere, and it didn't seem like he was deliberately playing tricks on himself, so he had to sigh slightly, "Old man, why is your family so poor?" Looking at the Great Song Dynasty, although the faint monarch is in power and dog officials are rampant, the ordinary people are not as poor as your family. ”

The old man put the two large bowls on the table, shook his head and smiled, "Great sacrificial wine, you don't know anything. The old man's family was originally quite passable, but my son Mondo became an envoy when he heard the great sacrificial wine, and in order to pay him enough money for incense to worship the Holy Lord every year, he spent all his family savings. ”

Murong Yunyao gestured and said, "Old man, how much incense money did you ask for to smell the great sacrificial wine to help your son improve his mana and improve his Taoism?" ”

The old man replied, "I have received ten copper coins from the Great Sacrifice Wine to help my son return to the realm of chaos." In addition, he promised that as long as the annual offering is consistent, after three years, he will help my son return to the realm of chaos three times and become a small sacrificial wine in the sect. If it is enshrined for another ten years, there is hope that it will return to the realm of chaos six times, and become a great sacrificial wine above ten thousand people under one person. This is the blessing of the old man and my son, it doesn't matter if you are poor, as long as my son can reach the heavenly realm as soon as possible and not fall into the netherworld, everything is worth it! ”

Murong Yunyao's nose was a little sour after reading his gestures, his eyes were slightly red, and he sighed in his heart: "Alas, pity the hearts of parents all over the world, the old man would rather suffer for his son for such hardship, but also help his son realize that kind of illusory dream, I really don't know if it's for his good or hurts him!" Then the face of her father Murong Yanzhao appeared in her mind, and crystal tears almost burst out of her eyes.

The old man saw Murong Yunyao looking at the table in a daze, just thinking that the food was not up to her appetite, and he was busy going to the butcher's house in the village to ask for some fresh meat, and made a gesture to make Murong Yunyao wait, and then gestured: "Great sacrificial wine, if you are willing to mention my unscrupulous son in the future, the old man is grateful!" ”

Murong Yunyao hurriedly grabbed the old man, for fear that he would find out that his expression was different, so he couldn't take care of it anymore, so he sat directly on the wooden chair that was about to fall apart, and ate the moldy dried bamboo shoots and bacon in a big gulp. Before she could take a few bites, she was almost disgusted by the strange taste, and after barely eating a few bites, she pretended to be full and quickly put down her chopsticks.

"There are a few questions you want to ask this sake sake here, you must tell me truthfully!" Murong Yunyao looked at the old man's gaze, tried her best to pretend to be very cold and arrogant, and kept signing at him.

The old man hurriedly said, "What's wrong with the big sacrificial wine?" The old decay must be truthful! ”

Murong Yunyao asked, "What's the name of your place?" ”

The old man said: "This place was originally called Qingping County, but because it is adjacent to the Holy Sect, it is also known as Chaos County. ”

Murong Yunyao continued to ask, "What's your name?" Is it a local? ”

The old man nodded and said, "The old man's name is Jiang Shan, and he is a native of the local. ”

Murong Yunyao hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Do you know when the Holy Sect Shrine in the Tongling Gorge was built?" ”

Jiang Shan was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Murong Yunyao to ask such a question, and only after a while did he say, "Great Sacrifice Wine, why do you knowingly ask?" The temple of Tongling Gorge was built after the fall of the Zhou Kingdom, and it has been twenty years. ”

Murong Yunyao nodded, thinking, "It seems that I was not wrong yesterday, that temple was indeed built shortly after the founding of the Great Song Dynasty. She thought about it and asked, "And what does the family next to you do?" How did everyone in the family die? Why didn't anyone collect their bodies? ”

Jiang Shan's whole body trembled violently when he heard this, his eyes were full of fear, and even his sign language became intermittent, "Big ...... Great sacrificial wine, that ...... The family's surname is Liu, and the old man is ...... It's in-laws! They are just ordinary farmers. During the spring ploughing last year, they accidentally found a golden dragon made of five treasures in the field, and they went to Dali to find someone to see it, saying that it was priceless. The family was so happy that they didn't even do farm work, and stayed at home every day to take care of the golden dragon, for fear that others would steal it! I was worried that there would be an accident because of this, so I reminded them several times to throw the golden dragon away, but they refused. Later, this matter spread to Dali Jinpeng Villa, and the owner of the village, Duan Siming, saw that he was rich, and led people to kill their family early this morning, took away the five-treasure golden dragon, and ruined my daughter who had just married. Pity my girl! She couldn't think about it for a while...... Committed suicide by hanging the beam! His gestures became faster and faster, and at the end he burst into tears, his expression full of anger and helplessness.

Murong Yunyao suddenly remembered the female corpse hanging on the beam, and hurriedly asked, "Duan Siming killed good people in broad daylight, didn't the government ask?" ”

Jiang Shan shook his head and said helplessly: "Duan Siming is from Dali, how can the official government of the Great Song Dynasty get him!" What's more, he is famous in the rivers and lakes, who is his opponent? Also, the old man heard that he heard that he had a lot of great sacrifice wine and his personal teaching, and the government would not offend Jinpeng Villa and the Chaos Holy Sect for the lives of a few grass people......" He was filled with righteous indignation when he spoke, and for a moment he forgot that what was sitting next to him was the Chaos Sect's Wide-Eyed Great Sacrifice Wine.

Then Jiang Shan reacted, quickly closed his mouth, and kept slapping himself hard. Seeing this, Murong Yunyao deliberately pretended to be indifferent, and said in sign language: "You don't have to be like this, this sacrificial wine has long been dissatisfied with what Duowen has done, but it has been hindering the sect leader's face so that he can't bear it." ”

The speaker had no intention of listening to the intention, and Murong Yunyao casually made up the reason in a hurry, but Jiang Shan was shocked again, "Guangmu Great Sacrifice Wine, you ...... Aren't you the fiancée who smells a lot of great sacrificial wine? It is said that you are in love, is this all ...... Are they all fake? ”

Murong Yunyao was shocked when she heard this, and then secretly smiled, "The Chaos Sect's style of acting is really strange, not only is it dressed differently, the holy relics it enshrines are different, and even its treatment of love is so different. Not only can their followers marry wives and have children, but they also have to make it known to everyone, and even such small people in the countryside know it clearly, which is really strange. ”

She said disdainfully: "Who said that unmarried couples should be intimate? It's nonsense! If it weren't for the sect leader's deliberate arrangement, how could this sacrificial wine marry that kind of guy like Duowen! ”

Murong Yunyao pretended to be serious, Jiang Shan was really fooled by her, and hurriedly said: "Don't be angry with the big sacrificial wine!" The old man doesn't know what's going on, so he's talking nonsense for a while, please forgive me! ”

The two had been communicating in sign language, and Murong Yunyao was afraid of being discovered by the old man at first. After comparing for a long time, she found that Jiang Shan's sign language was only half-understood, and she often instinctively explained when she didn't understand, so she was relieved.

That night, Murong Yunyao stayed at Jiang Shan's house, thinking about whether he should go to Dali and meet this hurtful Duan Siming.