In the early morning, the sky was not yet fully bright, and there was only a touch of white fish in the east, and the servants of the Shi family who were driving the mule cart set off in a hurry.

A mule cart with a coffin behind it, covered with hay, and four slaves, one after the other, quickly left the city and headed for the Qingzheng Mountain to the south.

The peak of Qingzheng Mountain is steep, located next to the Li River, the whole mountain range stretches for hundreds of miles, the cliff by the river is peerless, people and animals are rare, it is said that it is difficult to cross the birds.

But on the halfway of the first peak, there is a Taoist temple with three entrances and three exits, which originally had a great origin, it is said that when Dachen Taizu raised the army, he followed the strategists around him, and after the establishment of the country in Dachen, he retired and became a monk on Qingzheng Mountain.

It has been a little famous for a hundred years, but Da Chen has been in the country for more than 200 years, and no matter how famous he is, he has no inheritance after the death of the previous master, and it has become a temporary temporary coffin of the "Yizhuang".

It is said that it is "Yizhuang" but no one manages it, after all, the real "Yizhuang" is to pay for the placement of the parking machine, no one pays for it, it is a "wild Yizhuang", those poor people who have no money have died, or send people to mass graves to be buried directly, or get some money to buy a thin wooden coffin, first put people here to temporarily house, and then come to bury when they have money in the future.

But there is often no follow-up, so that there are more and more parking units in the Taoist Temple.

The four servants of the Shi family laboriously walked the mule cart up the mountain, and the road to the Taoist temple had bluestone steps, but the mountain road that was reclaimed for the convenience of transportation was not so easy to walk, and the rain the day before yesterday was not dry, and it rained a little in the morning, and the wheels were covered with mud, and it was even more difficult to push.

Finally drove the mule cart to the Taoist temple, and the four slaves were exhausted.

Looking at the Taoist temple overgrown with weeds in front of them and half of the gate toppled down, the servants shivered.

"Let's go, hurry up. ”

Without further ado, the servants unloaded the coffin, and the four of them lifted the coffin and stepped into the Taoist temple.

As soon as you enter the Taoist temple, you can see that the vast courtyard has long been filled with coffins, many of which have long lost their color due to wind and rain, and some have been pierced by wolves or mice, and the corpses in the coffins can be imagined.

The four of them naturally didn't dare to park the coffin of the main mother in the courtyard like this, so if the head of the house knew, I am afraid it would be their turn to put their own coffin in the courtyard.

Huhu carried the coffin into the main hall dedicated to the gods, which was full of coffins outside, and the main hall could also shelter from the wind and rain, so it was naturally full.

The four of them couldn't do it, so they had to put the coffin down for the time being, first go and move the coffin that occupied the position out, and then move the coffin of the Shi family's housewife in, and put it in the center.

"Alright, alright, we're done, let's go. ”

No living person wanted to stay in this place full of coffins for a long time, and the four of them were busy and immediately slipped away.

And when these servants of the Shi family drove away the mule cart and ran away, after a while, a few people came in, but they were Song Zhutou and several trappers who were hiding nearby in advance.

"The coffin is there. ”

It is easy to distinguish the difference between the new coffin and the old coffin, especially the coffin of the historian, the material is like standing out from the crowd, and it is impossible to ignore the past.

"Quick, move fast. ”

Song Zhutou took a step forward, took out the talisman paper from his arms, and pasted it on the coffin.

And with this sticker, he immediately noticed that the coffin was shaking.

Frightened, he hurriedly retreated.

The rest of the captors were about to step forward, but their legs trembled with fright.

"Don't panic, don't panic, the fairy talisman has already worked, you see ......"

Yes, after the coffin shook, it regained its calm, and the golden light emitted by the talisman paper attached to the coffin was much stronger.

Seeing this, everyone really calmed down, and they all felt that their courage had come up.

One by one, they quickly stepped forward and used ropes to circle and circle to tie up the coffins.

Only then did they lift the coffin together and walk out.

But Song Zhutou and a few trappers didn't notice that the golden light of the talisman paper pasted on the coffin quickly dissipated, and then it became nothing.

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Chi Zheng waited for the sky to completely whiten before leaving the inn.

After stopping for a while, the light rain began to fall again, he put on a hat, a layer of robes on the outside of his robe, and the Qingfeng sword behind his back was covered by the robe, walking on the street like an ordinary person.

Before going out, he asked the shopkeeper, and although he was surprised, the shopkeeper pointed out the location of the City God Temple.

Although the ancient county town is not as complicated as the modern city, it took Chi Zheng a little effort to find it for the first time, and it took a copper plate to ask for directions, and finally arrived at the City God Temple.

The City God Temple was not built in the middle of the city, but was located in the southwest corner, and the houses here were already dilapidated, not to mention the City God Temple, and even the gate was demolished.

Chi Zheng went in cautiously, no why, just for the sake of dry all over the ground, there were too many doors, a little nowhere to put his feet, but fortunately he went in, it was much better.

Otherwise, Chi Zheng was afraid that he would lose his will and prepare to retreat before he started to do it.

"It turns out that not all the ancients were in awe...... Even the City God Temple dares to, what the hell do you think? Is this a human doing? The quality is too low, crumbs!"

There are too many filthy things, which makes Chi Zheng feel emotional, and he wants to solve it on the spot.

"Where's the Chenghuang?"

When he arrived in the front yard, Chi Zheng shouted.

But there was no response.

He frowned and stepped into the City God Temple.

In the visible temple hall, the enshrined clay sculpture city god even fell off his head, to this, no one dared to be convenient on the spot, but there are signs of bonfires around it, it can be seen that many people have gathered here before.

The strange thing is that such a dilapidated Chenghuang Temple, on the offering table, actually inserted a stick of incense and burned it.

Anyone else incense here?

"Dao Chief, the little god is here. ”

Chi Zheng turned his head to look, and in the light of "Tongyu" eyes, in the dark corner, Chenghuang Wanjin was still in the same lieutenant uniform, and walked over with a wat board in his hand.

"The little god's divine power is meager, and he doesn't dare to see the light of heaven again as in the past, so he didn't respond to the Taoist chant, please forgive me. ”

"It's okay," Chi Zheng waved his hand and took off his hat, "It's daylight, where are the nine walking corpses you said now?"

"Dao Chief, please look up. ”

Chenghuang Wanjin pointed to the top of his head.

As soon as Chi Zheng looked up, he was surprised to see the nine corpses with their heads downward, just like bats, close to each other, hanging upside down on the beam.

"Are they cosmic bats?"

Chi Zheng asked in wonder.

"Huh?" Chenghuang Wanjin didn't understand any cos.

"Poor Dao is saying, why are these nine walking corpses hanging on the beam?"

"This is because of the Yin Qi ......"

Chenghuang sprinkled an explanation to Chi Zheng, and Chi Zheng didn't understand what he was saying, but he nodded thoughtfully: "I see." ”

"Then the long ......"

"Don't bother, watch the true fire of the poor path samadhi extinguish this evil thing. ”

Chi Zheng looked at the nine walking corpses hanging upside down in the air, their heads within ten steps of him, and without waiting for Chenghuang to say anything, he opened his mouth and sprayed.