"Our Dajin prefers spicy flavors, and there are a lot of chili peppers in this pickle." Shopkeeper Li pointed to the pickles that were sprinkled on the ground: "Little brother, you see that the pickles in this jar are not spicy, but a bunch of mushrooms, fungus and other things, which look a bit like those in Xiangxi." ”

"Xiangxi?" Lu Xuan looked at the obese shopkeeper Li, frowned, and said, "Have you been to Xiangxi?" ”

"We fled when we were children, and lived there with our parents for a while, and we watched the method of pickling pickles there since we were young." Shopkeeper Li said with great certainty.

But he didn't know that Lu Xuan didn't care about the pickles in this jar, but the word Xiangxi that he mentioned in his mouth, and then contacted Zhang Daoling to help him before, dealing with the evil from Xiangxi.

This made Lu Xuan even more sure that something was definitely looking at him just now, but he was escaped by it.

"Let's get out of here first, and we'll find another place to stay." After all kinds of strange phenomena in the village, Lu Xuan has completely lost trust in the place in front of him.

Seeing that he was about to arrive in Fengyang City, he didn't want to be harmed by evil spirits at this juncture, so he would rather sleep outside than stay in this village for a while.

After leaving this village, Lu Xuan and his party continued to hurry, wanting to stay as far away from this village as possible, and this walk was late at night.

In a bamboo forest, they finally stopped, no matter what they had just looked at, such a long distance was enough to stay away from danger, provided they didn't come to the door on purpose.

The bonfire was lit, and the group began to set up a pot to cook rice, although everyone was tired, but the rice still had to be eaten. Otherwise, the body will not be able to stand up at all.

Lu Xuan didn't do these groceries, he stood on the top of the carriage, and used his excellent eyesight to constantly patrol around like a lookout.

But until the smoke rose, there was nothing unusual, as if everything in the village had been an illusion.

"Could it be that I guessed wrong?"

Lu Xuan had a trace of doubt about himself in his heart, and even felt distrustful of Shopkeeper Li's words, although Old Man Wang had never been to Xiangxi, but people wanted to eat something different, so what's wrong?

With a few jars of pickles, judging that there is an evil from the boundary of Xiangxi on the road, is it too arbitrary?

But soon he put this completely unnecessary doubt behind him, and there was no need to hesitate or think about what had already been done.

"Brother Lu, dinner is ready, come down and eat."

After seeing that Shopkeeper Li also dug a spoonful into his bowl, Lu Xuan covered the red spicy seeds on the loofah noodles, the unique fragrance of vegetables and the taste of spicy seeds were mixed together, although there was no meat, but it still made people appetite, and it soothed Lu Xuan's shriveled stomach.

For a while, around the bonfire, others ate in full swing, drinking soup, smacking lips, and the sound of chopsticks hitting porcelain bowls was endless.

It is easy to feel sleepy when they are full of food and drink, not to mention that they have been on the road for a day, and the tired merchant door is wrapped in a quilt, lying on the wet ground and falling into a deep sleep.

It was Lu Xuan who kept vigil tonight, and at this time, he couldn't trust others.

Soon there was no sound in the bamboo forest except for the crackling sound of the bonfire burning.

Lu Xuan was left sitting by the bonfire, gently stroking the long hair of the sleeping Lu Zhaozhao, and there was a faint blackening in the white hair.

It seems that when she eats the rest of the mountain ghost meat, she should be able to completely make up for the loss of Shouyuan.

Speaking of which, although the mountain ghost is disgusting and terrifying, it is just like what Yun Hezi said, it is a great supplement, if he has the ability to catch more mountain ghosts in the future, he can really live two or three hundred years old.

For some reason, Lu Xuan had already made up for sleep during the day, and now he still felt sleepy, and shook his head vigorously, but did not completely dispel the sleepiness.

With a twist in his heart, he stabbed his right palm with a long sword, the blood stained the robe, and the severe pain made his mind much clearer, but he still didn't completely drive away the sleepiness.

"Little brother, if I come to keep vigil, you go to sleep for a while, we merchants have long been used to staying up late."

There are still people keeping vigil among the merchants, and it is precisely this shopkeeper Li.

Interestingly, a few days ago, Lu Xuanke had never seen him keep vigil.

It could be seen that he was still quite afraid of what was happening in the village.

Although Lu Xuan felt that it was impossible for Shopkeeper Li to harm himself at this time, he couldn't guarantee that this person didn't hold back any good fart, if the evil came, he only cared about running for his life, and if he dealt with it in a hurry, he would definitely suffer a big loss:

"Shopkeeper Li, sleep with yours, you have to hurry tomorrow, if you don't sleep tonight, you won't be able to bear to lead the way tomorrow."

Shopkeeper Li sat down beside Lu Xuan with that fat body, glanced at the wound that was poked out of his hand, and said with a smile: "Hehe, we haven't seen what kind of evil is harming the old man's family, but what happened, little brother, where can you let me sleep as a mortal?" Let's just make small talk for a while, just in time to doze off. ”

In all fairness, Lu Xuan was reluctant to talk to Shopkeeper Li more, and he knew exactly what kind of goods these merchants were.

Shopkeeper Li didn't pay attention to Lu Xuan's expression, just lowered his head and said to himself: "Speaking of which, it's better for you cultivators, when you encounter unclean things, you can always have a way to deal with them, unlike us who can't hide and can only consider ourselves unlucky." ”

"Hehe, shopkeeper Li, your life is not bad, you can spend a lot of money on the Linglong ship, it is an enviable thing to think about." There was a bit of ridicule in Lu Xuan's words, and soon he reacted again, frowning and said, "Hey, shopkeeper Li, haven't you encountered any evil before?" Could it be that there are monks in our caravan that I don't know about? ”

When Shopkeeper Li heard this, his expression was slightly stunned, and he knocked on the group of rough men behind him who were snoring like thunder, and said with a wry smile: "Little brother, don't make fun of us, how can any monk come to our small caravan without cultivating." ”

Lu Xuanpi didn't smile, and said fakely: "That place in Dajin is quite peaceful, and Shopkeeper Li is a blessed man!" ”

"Hehe, we don't have that blessing, in fact, we don't hide it from the little brother, we do have some means to save our lives, and it's not a secret, just find a caravan and ask, it's just some talismans purchased from the True Spirit Sect." As he spoke, Shopkeeper Li pointed to the goods piled up on the carriage: "Don't look at the fact that we can make a lot of money on this trip, but the cost is also not small, a talisman has to run twice to buy it, if it weren't for the fact that life is getting better and better now, the people who ran merchants in the past were all some deadly characters." ”

Speaking of this, Shopkeeper Li paused, and said with emotion in his tone: "I think that the national teacher has not yet come out of the mountain, and our Dajin is also in chaos, but fortunately, we have a good prince and ordered the immortal sect of the world to sweep away the evil, but so what?" Your prince is not the emperor after all, who is happy to meddle in those immortal sects. ”

"Our family has some foundation, and we can't starve to death, but the people below are miserable, how many people can't come back after going out, and the wives and children at home are either sold or starved to death.

"Hehe, maybe we will be like this one day, after all, we often walk by the river, how can there be a reason not to get our shoes wet, but fortunately, we have earned enough money for the family, Lao Tzu is dead, and the wife and children will not suffer."

Lu Xuan felt a little touched in his heart, and let out a long sigh: "Shopkeeper Li, compared to you, our cultivators' lives may not be easy. ”

"Little brother is talking about his own brothers and sisters." Shopkeeper Li looked at Lu Zhaozhao and Ah Lai, who were asleep, shook his head and said: "We understand the difficulties of the little brother, otherwise you are a cultivator, where would you mix with our group of people, just little brother, you are a person who can hold a knife, unlike us who are fish and meat on the board." ”

Lu Xuan was noncommittal about this, the identity of a cultivator did bring him a lot of trouble, but it also gave him the ability to solve troubles, which was much better than ordinary people.

"Little brother, we actually want to ask you something." Shopkeeper Li hesitated for a moment, and said slowly: "We want to ask, if you want to cultivate, where should you go?" ”

"Shopkeeper Li wants to cultivate?"

"No, no, no." Shopkeeper Li hurriedly shook his head: "I asked that kid in my family, I took him to the True Spirit Sect to ask before, but people disliked his qualifications and refused to accept him." ”

Shopkeeper Li didn't hear Lu Xuan's answer for a long time, and raised his head hesitantly, only to find that he had already stood up.

"Come along, get up!"

Lu Xuan let out a violent snort, causing the person who had just fallen asleep to wake up by rubbing his eyes.

"It's watching, it's watching us! All on alert! Lu Xuan glanced at Lu Zhaozhao, who woke up, and slowly walked towards the bamboo forest on the side with his sword, which should have been emerald green, was particularly gloomy and dark under the shroud of darkness.

Not long after walking, Lu Xuan saw two white jars between the bamboos.

The jar is not big, the shape is somewhat similar to the pickle jar I saw before, but the size is only the size of a watermelon, and there are long red strips pasted on the jar, and some words are written in black ink, and the light is too dim to see clearly.

Lu Xuan lit the fire, and by the light of the fire, he gradually saw clearly what was written on it:

"Dead Mother: Liang's Mei Chess Position."

"Uncle: Liu Yu's position."

......

It is clear that these are two columbarium jars, and the traces of worship in front of the altars also testify to this.

Wasn't the Great Jin Dynasty the way of burial?

How can these columbarium jars be in the mountains and forests?

And how can there be a reason for an uncle and a deceased mother to be buried in the same place?

Seeing this jar, Lu Xuan hesitated a little, God knew that something would pop out of it if he smashed these jars.

After thinking about it, Lu Xuan slowly retreated, and the firelight in the distance gradually disappeared, and everyone began to hurry in the middle of the night.

I don't know how long it took, but the lids of the two urns slowly rose, and two white human heads, a man and a woman, came out of them.