Baoqi Town.

It is rumored that a hundred years ago it was just a nameless mountain and river field.

Later, because of the abundant production of old ginseng yam and other substances, it was widely known as the Digging Treasure River.

Later, the Eastern Tang Dynasty Xuwu Prefecture included this place as a territory. Because it is adjacent to the border of Southern Chu, it is regarded as "riding" between the Eastern Tang Dynasty and Southern Chu, so it is named "Baoqi Town".

Of course, no one can say whether the name of Baoqi Town came from this.

Chen Fusheng hurried all the way.

I finally saw the torii in front of the town.

The tall archway is open to the left and right, which is not only the entrance gate to the town, but also a historical site.

Legend has it that in this underground, there was once a once-in-a-millennium Jinglong Palace.

In order to commemorate this myth, the literati and writers left many words to chant, and over time there was this memorial arch and several carved ancient stone tablets.

After a hundred years of reproduction and prosperity, Baoqi Town has become quite large-scale, and now there are nearly 1,000 households. The local area is under the jurisdiction of Xuwu Prefecture, so there are official soldiers patrolling in front of the archway.

Chen Fusheng stepped on the wide bluestone road, passed the tall archway, paid a penny of door tax, and officially set foot in the town of Baoqi.

As far as the eye can see, there are rows of houses, passing merchants, street vendors, and busy local residents.

The Eastern Tang Dynasty was at a time when the country was peaceful and peaceful, and Baoqi Town was also regarded as a simple people.

The stone pavement with a slight crack is smooth and horizontal, in all directions.

The surrounding area is a number of alleys, villages, squire's houses and so on.

It is not uncommon to see a Taoist priest like Chen Fusheng who carries a sword and a banner, or a monk with a bald head, a swordsman with a bulging chest, a doctor in the rivers and lakes, a merchant who walks in the square, etc., and it is not unusual.

Chen Fusheng went all the way, looking left and right curiously.

After all, he is a newcomer, and in his eyes, such an antique environment has indeed never been seen.

Although it was half-blind and hazy, Chen Fusheng felt that something was wrong with this town.

The road was a blue-limestone slab, but it was wet and cracked, and there were wriggling shadows like black bugs in the cracks. This is true even at the edge of every alley, in the corner of the wall.

The air reveals the vicissitudes of time.

The ancient town has been windy and rainy for a hundred years, and there are traces of decay and mottling everywhere.

But the fog was everywhere, and many places were blurry, like a veil.

From time to time, there are startled crows, fluttering and snorting through the air, as if frightened. There will also be cats and dogs with slumped heads, running away in panic, and they don't know what they encounter.

Accents from all over the world arise from time to time in the corners of the streets and alleys. It sounds like discussion, bargaining, insults, sarcasm, but you can't see anyone.

All the visible scenes, customs and customs have a strange perception that is indescribable and unclear.

It is like a township painting, slowly unfolding, but the brush and ink are either incomplete, or blurred, or a little more inexplicably treacherous.

In short, the atmosphere is incongruous everywhere.

Chen Fusheng didn't know if it was the influence of his own vision, or because he was not familiar with the ancient environment when he first arrived, so he had to bury his doubts in his heart, hold his sword and move forward, secretly vigilant.

The ancient town, bluestone, and black tile alleys are hazy and misty......

The green shirts, the Taoist servants, and the swords on their backs are suddenly separated from the world......

......

In Chen Fusheng's ears, he could hear Jiang Botong's intermittent voice and guidance.

Yanlang Lane, quite far from the archway in front of the town.

Chen Fusheng walked for nearly an hour later.

Then I saw the "Five Great Doctors" mentioned by the old Taoist priest.

Five leafy old locust trees, like a canopy, are shrouded in the entrance of a white-walled and black-tiled suburban alley.

If it is foggy in the morning, it is covered with smoke here, hence the name Smoke Cage Lane.

At this moment, among the locust trees, there are several old-fashioned shops, with food, clothing, housing and transportation.

There are also a few wandering vendors hawking, and a group of ragged children are playing and laughing.

Several squires drank tea and played chess under the tree, arguing from time to time.

It seems that the years are quiet.

However, the locust tree is yin, so the pavilion is covered with shade, and it seems to condense a little bit of cold.

The surrounding atmosphere is deserted, and it is not as suitable as it seems.

Chen Fusheng watched for a moment and stepped forward.

To an old man standing next to him watching chess, Shi Li asked:

"May I ask my uncle, is the Jiang Mansion in Yanlang Lane from now on?"

"Jiang House?"

"Which ginger house?"

"What's your name?"

Several old men under the tree all raised their heads and asked loudly.

Chen Fusheng looked at the faces of these people and felt that something was wrong. After thinking about it, he said the name of Jiang Botong's father.

The old Taoist priest has been away from home for more than 40 years, and perhaps only in the name of his parents can the locals have an image.

"What? You're asking about that ginger ......."

"Don't say it, don't say it......"

Several old men were suddenly shocked.

shook their heads one after another, waved their hands, and shouted in a panic and panic:

"Hurry up, hurry up, it's really bad luck!"

"What kind of Jiang family, it has been punished by God, and the family is ruined and killed......"

"Stranger, ask less and leave quickly, lest you suffer bad luck!"

"What bad luck, old decay seems to be an obstacle!

"Bah, bah, it's better to say less, and the misfortune comes from the mouth......"

The old men were noisy and left with chessboard teapots. All of them didn't want to stay longer, and they didn't even want to say a word.

"Something happened to Master's family?"

Chen Fusheng frowned, and his heart sank.

The soul of the old Taoist priest Jiang Botong is imprisoned in the pole talisman, so I don't know what is happening in the outside world.

Now things are people, and where the old house is, it is estimated that the old Taoist priest himself does not know.

Chen Fusheng groaned secretly.

I don't know how to tell Master about this bad news.

What the old Taoist priest never forgot was that the leaves fell back to their roots and buried their souls in the family house. The first is to be pleasing to the heart, and the other is to hope that with a trace of the cultivator's luck, he can protect the peace of the house.

But if the house is destroyed and the wish is broken, then the blow and great disappointment brought to the old Taoist priest may hurt the soul and cause a lot of trouble.

After all, the old Taoist priest is dead, how can his soul be injured?

Suddenly.

Out of the corner of Chen Fusheng's eyes, he caught a glimpse of a man behind a locust tree, a man who was cowering and probing his brain, and he couldn't help but look over, looking suspicious.

"Stop, what's the matter with you?"

Chen Fusheng saw that the man seemed to be sneaking away, so he immediately took a few steps forward to stop.

Who knew that the man was frightened, but as if he had made a great determination, he turned around with a sad face, and knelt in front of Chen Fusheng with a plop:

"Little fairy, save your life, little fairy!"

"I'm a relative of the Jiang family, and I've also been poisoned by goblins and ghosts......!

Maybe it was because he saw Chen Fusheng carrying a banner and carrying a sword, or he was moved by the words "ask God and ask immortals" on the flag.

The man knelt down in front of Chen Fusheng and kept pleading.

"Poison from goblins and goblins?"

Chen Fusheng stared at this person, and saw that he was about fifty years old, with gray hair and a haggard appearance, and he was indeed a bitter face tortured by life.

"Get up and speak. Chen Fusheng helped this person up, "Are you a relative of the Jiang family?"

"Exactly. The man wiped away his tears and said:

"My surname is Jiang, and my name is rich. The little fairy asked Dr. Jiang was my cousin. More than 40 years ago, Jiang Botong, the only son of my cousin's family, went out to learn Taoism and has not returned yet, so I am in charge of the funeral affairs of my cousin's family......"

Speaking of "aftermath", Jiang Youcai's face was ugly, and he still seemed to have palpitations.

"What's wrong with the Jiang family?" asked Chen Fusheng in a low voice.

"Uncle Cousin's ......" Jiang Youcai said in a trembling voice, his eyes were terrified, "Uncle Cousin's family suffered a catastrophe a year ago, and they all ...... All dead...... Miserable......"