Dead trees, Confucian students, night roads...

If Zhang Biao didn't know, he thought it was a real thing, but unfortunately, he knew that this was a dream, a combination of some images and memories.

And in it, there is the information he wants.

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao patiently checked carefully.

Behind him, the darkness grew faster and faster, as if it was about to turn everything into nothingness, and the Confucian became more and more alarmed.

At this moment, a temple suddenly appeared in the woods, which seemed to be not small, but it was barren and dilapidated.

In a panic, Confucian hurriedly rushed into the temple.

The darkness in the rear was blocked.

The lantern flickered, the light was dim, and the surrounding idols were towering and dilapidated, with hideous faces, as if through the dim light, they were moving their eyes, staring at the Confucian Sheng.

The Confucian became more and more frightened, and shuddered and took out a bronze knife, regardless of the rust, and bit his finger to smear the blood on it.

Holding the magic weapon, he was a little confident, and with a lantern, he walked through the corpses all over the ground and walked to the depths of the Buddha hall.

Finally, a golden Buddha appeared.

Confucius lifted the lantern and looked at it, but saw that the golden Buddha suddenly opened its bloody mouth, the corpses all over the ground trembled, and the surrounding gods also made strange noises.

"Ahh

Confucius screamed in fright, and the light and shadow dissipated.

Zhang Biao knew that this was because the other party had woken up from the nightmare, and the dream naturally collapsed.

To be honest, this nightmare is a blur.

If it is an ordinary dream, it still needs to go through dream interpretation and analysis, and even the dreamer can only be found by extremely advanced Taoism, at least during the Qi refining period.

But for him, it was a breeze.

Just now, the Eye of Sight has prompted a message:

Wang Zhiyuan (Yellow Class Yipin)

1, Huaizhou Wang's side branch, Xi Wen for several years without gain, half of his life drifting, farming and reading in Foshou Town, after the revival of the aura luckily stepped into the road of cultivation, become the local land temple temple Zhu.

2. Awakened Demon Channel: Soul Travel, you can use trickery: Ecstasy.

3. The inheritance of the Deshan Junci Temple in Lushan City is building a temple.

4. Mistakenly entered the spiritual world, haunted by yin and evil spirits......

Bergamot Town?

Zhang Biao thought for a moment and strode out of the cave.

At the same time, in a small town hundreds of miles away, a Confucian student woke up from a dream, panting heavily.

He wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and said with a pale face: "It's this nightmare again, am I evil, but unfortunately, the immortal chief of Xuandu Guan is not willing to help me..."

Knock knock!

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

A child with a runny nose poked his head in carefully and said in a muffled voice, "Dad, Grandma Li sent us some eggs." ”

"How many times have you said that..."

Confucian was about to reprimand, but when he saw the child's thin face, his heart softened, "That's it, let your mother accept it, and make up for your body." ”

"Good!"

The child ran out of the house in joy.

Confucius looked out the window, looking at the white mist in the courtyard, and at the few frightened neighbors who were guarding the door, and couldn't help but sigh and mutter:

"I can't help it..."

………………

"How did you get this?"

When Zheng Yongxiang led a large group of people up the mountain, he happened to see the mountain road covered with mud and washed out, so he reluctantly ordered the rear team: "It seems that the carriage can't go up, you have to work hard to carry things up the mountain." ”

With that, he led his guards to step on the mud and disappeared into the thick fog.

The carriage behind was full of rice, flour, vegetables and fruits.

In this disaster year when food prices are soaring, these foods are more expensive than anything, and it is also thanks to Zheng Yongxiang that he became the lord of Moyang City, so much was obtained.

Behind them, the soldiers sighed and lifted the grain with sticks, one foot deep, one foot shallow, and stepped on the mud.

Although the rainstorm has passed, it is still dripping with light rain, and the rotten musty smell in the mountains and forests makes people feel depressed.

Someone couldn't help but whisper a complaint.

"We have already obtained the inheritance of the Mountain Monarch Temple, why does Brother Yongxiang still have such a knotting with Qingfeng Village..."

"You know what a fart, without the support of the one on the mountain, do you think this Moyang City can fall into the hands of our family?"

"That's right, yesterday my cousin also brought a letter, saying that he was not happy in Zezhou City and wanted to bring some brothers to Moyang City to make a living."

"I also received it, after all, it is Brother Yongxiang who is in charge, and many people in the family want to come to vote, but the food is a problem, there are many people who come, I am afraid that the main family will cut off food for us..."

"Have you heard, there is a kind of rice in Bozhou, which likes shade and humidity, and can grow without sunlight..."

Without mentioning everyone's discussions, Zheng Yongxiang came to the cottage, said hello to Yu Kui and others, and came to Liuling Temple.

He was smart, and he had already seen that Zhang Biao intended to cultivate Yu Ziqing, so every time he came to the cottage, he mainly talked to Yu Ziqing.

When I came to the temple, I saw Yu Ziqing holding an iron awl and carving patterns on a pair of maroon breastplates.

The pattern is exquisite, and it has a vague willow appearance.

Zheng Yongxiang watched patiently from the side, and waited for Yu Ziqing to finish carving the last knife before he asked curiously: "Brother Yu, what is this?" ”

Yu Ziqing wiped his sweat and said with a smile: "Brother Zhang killed a batch of insect demons in Lushan City, these carapaces are not of high grade, so I asked the master of Wu Zhai to take action and forge them into breastplates." ”

"Recently, I just learned the magic of exorcism, engraved on the breastplate, it is a simple magic weapon, which can ward off evil spirits, and this carapace is as hard as iron, just for the brothers guarding the village to defend themselves."

Zheng Yongxiang listened, and his eyes suddenly lit up, "Brother Yu, there are not many things in this place, and I am willing to buy them with a lot of money." ”

"What did Brother Zheng say?"

Yu Ziqing smiled heartily: "Without the food you sent, Qingfeng Village can't survive, and when I get my hands smooth, I'll get a dozen more pairs for you." ”

Without waiting for Zheng Yongxiang to thank him, Yu Ziqing frowned again, "But there is one thing that needs to be done by the Zheng family." ”

"Brother Yu, please speak."

"Help me collect some shade-loving plant seeds, not the quantity, but everything I can find, must..."

The two of them muttered, their expressions becoming more and more solemn.

Yu Ziqing has mastered the Willow Spirit Divine Technique, although he is not good at attacking, but because of his body, he is naturally good at imperial plants.

Everyone knows that if you can cultivate food that can grow in the fog disaster, you will no longer be constrained by the sect.

After the two discussed, Zheng Yongxiang's expression became more and more excited, he had begun to cultivate the inheritance of the Shanjun Temple, with the help of the incense of Shanyin and Moyang, he would soon have the power of self-preservation, if he could get a spiritual plant, he would be able to fight against his own family.

At this moment, Tie Yucheng strode over.

During this time, he practiced the Three Yang Sutra, and practiced martial arts and swords every day, although he didn't know how to do magic, but he had a bit of heroic spirit between his eyebrows.

Tie Yucheng entered the temple and arched his hand: "Shizun heard that the city lord Zheng is coming, please go over and ask about something." ”

Zheng Yongxiang didn't dare to slack off, and followed Tie Yucheng to a small building in a hurry, where Zhang Biao was already waiting.

After meeting, Zhang Biao didn't talk nonsense and asked directly.

"Bergamot?"

Zheng Yongxiang hurriedly said: "There are at least tens of thousands of large and small towns and villages in Huaizhou, if you talk about anything else, you really have to send someone to investigate, but I know this Buddha hand town." ”

"During the Jingkang period of Daliang, the flash flood in the southwest of Huaizhou broke out, and a statue of Buddha's hand broke out, no one knows its origin, but it is very old, holding a lotus seal, which can be used for hundreds of people to stand on."

"Some people have rumored that there is an ancient Buddha country hidden in the mountains, and for a while, people from all walks of life gathered, and all the Tufuzi from the south and north of the world also came to dig in the mountains to unify, and there were many murders in the process......

"Oh?"

Zhang Biao became interested when he heard it, "What did you dig up?" ”

Zheng Yongxiang said with a smile: "It's empty, there is nothing, and the imperial court also sent people at that time, and after looking for two years and finding nothing, they dispersed again." ”

"But there are still some people who don't give up, digging in the mountains year after year, but let them find a coal mine, and the town of Buddha Hand is gradually rising."

"I see..."

Zhang Biao said thoughtfully: "I'm leaving, you guys are optimistic about Zhaimen, don't make trouble, wait for me to come back." ”

"Yes, Master!"

"Yes, Immortal Master!"

……………………

Three days later, southwest of Huaizhou.

The vast mountains were shrouded in a thick fog.

Walking through the mountains, but seeing the mountains and mountains, the strange peaks are steep, the strange rocks are craggy, and the arms of evil ghosts are pressed from the fog.

The mountain roads on both sides are densely wooded, the vines are intertwined, the moss is full of rocks, the damp miasma is pervasive, and there is a wild atmosphere.

Huaizhou is already a steep terrain, and even more so in the southwest mountainous area, where mountain roads are difficult to travel and waterways are dangerous, so towns are relatively scarce.

In the dense fog mountain road, Zhang Biao rode a war horse, shook the water droplets on the ghost cloak, and couldn't help frowning.

It's really not an inhabitable place.

It is already dark and damp, and when it is poisonous and obstacles, after the fog disaster comes, it is even more misty, and when you take a section, water droplets will condense on the cloak.

But there was no way, he had to make a trip.

After taking the Three Gods Guixue Soup, he accumulated the poison of the Wu Fire, although it was difficult to entangle, but he was about to be drained of his daily exercises.

Next, if you want to be more efficient, you will inevitably need the treasure ginseng accumulated by the Five Immortal Sect, so planting the Awakening Grass as soon as possible has become the top priority.

According to the dream, there are ghosts and gods here.

Therefore, no matter how remote it is, he will also come here.

It's that the road in this mountain is a little difficult to walk, and it is often a suspended plank road, and the wooden planks are moldy and corroded, and I almost fell down several times, and I don't know how the people here have persevered until now.

Before you know it, it's dark.

Zhang Biao rode his horse, ready to find a mountain col to spend the night, even if he had a face and his vision was unobstructed, but it was not a wise choice to rush to the night after all.

At this moment, the fire was faintly lit in front of him, and there were terrible screams and fights.

"Drive!"

Zhang Biao shook the reins, and the war horse suddenly galloped wildly.

Passing through the muddy valley, there was a mountain col ahead, and a large number of people were gathered around the campfire, shields and knives, looking ahead with horrified faces.

In front of the carriage, a Xuandu Taoist was carrying a long sword, holding a yellow talisman in his hand, and his eyes were fierce and looking at the dark fog.

On the ground, there were several corpses, as if they had been torn in half by something, and the necks were even more empty.

Hearing the sound of horses' hooves, everyone was startled, only to see Zhang Biao leading the horse, walking from the thick fog, frowning and asking, "Here, what's going on?" ”

Shout!

A man behind the carriage was so alarmed when he saw his terrible face that he fired his bow directly, and the arrow came at the door in front of him.

Zhang Biao was speechless and stretched out his fingers.

Syllable!

The arrow exploded.

Before he could scold, he frowned and looked behind him.

I saw a long-haired, black figure on the opposite cliff, like a gecko, climbing on the cliff.

"Don't do it!"

The Xuandu Guan Taoist priest remembered something, hurriedly stopped everyone, and said to Zhang Biao: "But Mr. Tai Sui, Senior Sister Liang often mentions you." ”

"Oh."

Zhang Biao was a little surprised, but he didn't bother to ask more, but looked at the cliff in the distance, frowning.

"Mandrill...... No, it's zombies! ”

(End of chapter)