A few people wanted to hide from the cold of the night in the shed, but they didn't expect the singing to come from nearby, and everyone thought the shack was weird, and they didn't want to disturb the owner, so they wanted to stay away.

Daifuku said: "Let's find a place to rest again, it seems that we can only cover the sky tonight!"

Each of them let out a long sigh.

found a secluded place, spread out Wang Dashi's shop, and several people crowded together.

At this moment the singing stopped, and out of the shed came an old man on crutches, who coughed, almost one step at a time. The crutches were always playing with oil lamps, and his chin was black, and he couldn't tell whether it was a black mole or a blood scar. He was emaciated, his head was slightly larger, and his whole body was like a crutch in his hand, and Wang Dashi and the others were hairy.

When the old crutch approached, his body trembled incessantly, and he coughed several times in a row, and finally coughed up the phlegm, snapped, and spit on the ground.

Several people had been watching it for a long time, and when they saw this, they looked at each other and took care of him again.

The old crutch man coughed and said, "The black mountain, the black tree, the black people, the black basin, the iron basin that does not kill people......!" Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

The Wind Wandering Monk was not surprised, and felt that he was pitiful and hateful.

When Dafu saw him, he felt uncomfortable, and scolded directly: "You black and slippery like grass, holding a cane on a bent donkey, laughing and coughing?

The crutches didn't seem to understand, and he shushed his eyes and ears: "You, what are you talking about? Louder sounds?—— hey, blame me for my old age, and my ears can't hear clearly!"

Dafuku wanted to open his mouth and scold again, but the crutch always said: "The place you occupy is the center of the iron basin, the black basin that does not slip in autumn, and the ghost woman who does not slip in the black and does not kill people!"

"Iron basin? Where did it come from?"

When the wind wandering monk heard about the "iron basin", he was surprised, and seemed to remember something.

- That's another legend, a legend about Longwa Village.

Yes, this place beneath your feet.

Since he was a child, Ma Zimian wanted to learn crafts and martial arts to support his family and strengthen his body. When he was eight years old, his father took him to find a sect teacher, but his father died on the way, and his legs were devoured by the beast. Later, Ma Zi Face was rescued by the strange door and pointed at the lamplighter. A finger lamplighter, this person is a dragon who sees the head but does not see the tail, has strong martial arts, pure internal strength, and is proficient in three ancient arts. A finger lamplighter taught all martial arts and ancient arts to Ma Ziface, who was intelligent and talented, and was physically handicapped, and had worked diligently for thirty years, and learned to achieve great cultivation. When he first pointed to the lamplighter to save the horse's face, because his legs were crippled, he put him in an iron basin, and ate and drank Lazar in this iron basin. Over time, the iron basin has grown together with the body. Ma Zi's face practiced qi, his body was active, he could be free without legs, and an iron basin was better than his limbs. One internal skill, one leg and foot skill, one blade skill, and another finger lighting technique, two-finger small pinching technique, and breath-holding opening and closing technique. The six skills are hidden in the body, and the free and easy walk into the road to the rivers and lakes. Ma Zi said goodbye to the teacher with a face, and lived on the dragon concave slope. The heavy rain on the slope of Longao was like a flying dragon spitting water, pouring down, the hillside was slippery, the roof was leaking, the ditch was full, the pig trough was full, and the urine bucket was full...... The children of the Dong'er crooked family were so cold that they coughed, and the women of the Xida Pan family were frightened by Lei Shan.

Ma Ziyan said that he had studied ancient techniques and could use internal qigong and ancient techniques to cure coughs and convulsions. He practiced martial arts well, his internal qi was at his peak, his limbs and chassis were lively, and it was the first time he tried the knife in ancient arts. He used the two-finger small pinching technique to treat the child's cough disease, exercise, the strength of the fingers, the big vertebral acupoint, the middle finger from this acupoint to the top of the Baihui, down the top to the middle of the acupoint, two fingers pinched to the lungs, the child really stopped coughing. He then instructed Da Pan's family to boil a pot of hot water, put it in the iron basin, and the woman sat in it while the water in the iron basin was warm, let the woman hold her breath, and use the breath-holding opening and closing technique to wake her up and relieve her depression. Soon after the operation, the woman's face was stretched out, and her mouth was as open as the open door of the courtyard, and she died in the basin at that time.

The coughing child spoke at this time, and said that Ma Zi's face was vicious, and he took away one of his lungs with his hand, and he leaned slightly, and died.

Ma Zimian has been an apprentice for 30 years, and he has seen the master use techniques to treat incurable diseases, and it is really an easy trick to treat minor diseases, but he missed twice. He fled and found the lamplight-spotter master he had been taught two years later. The lamplighter laughed and said that he relied on martial arts and ancient arts to walk the world alone, how could he teach you everything? If I don't arouse the beast to eat your legs and feet, after I finish my studies, I will grow old, and you are young and vigorous, so where is my name and virtue? How can I surpass you?......

Ma Ziyan understood, he was very angry, very annoyed, he wanted to learn martial arts by himself, nothing more than to protect himself, to help others, but how did he expect to lose his father's life and his own legs and feet as the price, how could he expect to learn miscellaneous and innocent death? He broke with his master, regarded him as a vicious enemy, and in the course of his moves, he suddenly discovered that the ancient techniques he had learned were all chaotic and trouble-causing techniques......

Since then, he has abandoned his skills and concentrated on learning martial arts to avenge his father.

......

This place is the Longao Slope, a hundred years later, time has passed, but the soles of the feet are the place where the magic is used to die.

Wang Dashi, Dafu Right and Dafu Zuo did not listen to the wind wandering monk to finish, and got up from the ground and left this bad place first.

The old man nodded, praising the wind wandering monk for his knowledge, he pointed to the place behind the hillside again, and said: "You people who are traveling, this place is strange, you can't stay, take advantage of this night to hurry up, stay here, and be weird!"

The four of them praised the old man on crutches for his sincerity and kindness, and relaxed their vigilance.

Then the old crutch told me a strange thing that had happened not long ago.

The old crutch said: "Not far ahead is the Feng Shui realm of Longao Slope, the shade pool. Blessing the Lord, there will be ancient tombs and tombs. A few days ago, the weather was not good, and some people were going to cross the Longao slope without listening to the dissuasion, and as soon as they got there, their heads were dizzy, and every time they took one more step, their minds became more and more dizzy. It was daylight, but a dark shadow could be seen following behind...... He went around and around, tired and sweaty, anxious, still did not go out, and later, when the man felt that it was not good, it was difficult to return, if it were not for us to lead the way, he would have ten lives and nine ghosts. ”

The Wind Wandering Monk knew that he had encountered an ecstasy, but he didn't know if it was the old man who was on crutch, or if it was really something. Since this place is so strange that it is not suitable to stay for a long time, it is inevitable to wade through the shady pond in a hurry.

When some people hear this, it is difficult for them to make the crutches a hard journey.

Daifuku was anxious to treat the wounds on his body, and when he learned that there was a shade pond in front of him, a place where the corpses were buried and a cemetery was built, his heart was itching, so he wanted to steal a coffin when he passed by. He told the crutch old man the reason, hoping that the old crutch could help.

The old crutch shook his head and said, "No, there are ghosts and elves guarding the tomb and tomb, and you will be hurt and punished by the corpse master, absolutely not, never allow!"

Daifuku took off his clothes on the right and lit the fire, so that the crutch old man could see the wound under his armpit clearly, saying that if he could not be treated by the coffin, the four of them would die.

The crutch elder thought for a while and said, "This is a dilemma, if you are not allowed to go in and take out the coffin, you will die, if you go in, you will be punished by the corpse owner and you will die." In that case, it is better to let this old rotten wood take you in, and if the corpse owner is punished, so that he can be spared punishment for the sake of protecting his peace for him!"

After listening to these two strategies, several people were very happy and decided to sneak across the border with the old man on crutches, take the sheep by hand, and take the coffin.

The roosters and dogs barking could not be heard in the distance, it was already late at night, and the foot was the unfortunate place where the spell was used to kill him, and the front end was the place where the corpses were buried in the shade pool.

The old man of crutches began to prepare for his work, and he went into the thatched hut, took out a string of things, knelt on the ground, and muttered for a while, and after the chatter, began a long cough.

Several people looked weird, and they were worried about the old crutches.

The old man got up from the ground and said, "This is the owner of the tomb who is punishing the old man for coughing, every time I will lead someone through, I will chant for a while, hoping to get the understanding of those corpse owners in the shade pool, but this resentment is too heavy!"

Feng Yousheng glanced at him with his eyes: "Is this really the case? In this way, these corpse masters are too unkind! You help him guard and lead passers-by across the border, without disturbing him, but without bringing you benefits, if so, why are you so obsessed with doing things for this underground dead ghost!"

The old man did not answer, for when the Wind Wanderer said this, he began to cough again, one after another. He reluctantly raised his hand, trembling incessantly, as if trying to stop the Wind Wanderer's mouth.

After a long while, the old crutch cough gradually stopped, he looked at the wind wandering monk, and said, "No, you can't say that, you can't say that, the corpse owner is angry again!"

Feng Yousheng felt strange, he thought that he had made a mistake, so why should he punish the old man with crutches!

At this time, the old man of crutches instructed again: "—Also, you must remember that from now on, you can change the theft of the coffin to the borrowing of a piece of the coffin, so that the owner of the corpse will not be guarded." ”

The wind wandering monk had many doubts in his heart, but when he saw that the crutches were old and coughing, he no longer spoke more.

Wang Dashi has great respect for the old crutch, and when he listens to his cough, he feels uneasy and even more guilty. He was the first to nod his head, along with the old crutches.

The two brothers of Daifuku followed in, and although the wind wandering monk had doubts, he did not stop. I didn't feel how long I walked, I didn't feel how far I walked, I went over a few abrupt hills.

The wind wandering monk looked at the abrupt hillside, and looked around, this is a flat place, there are no tall and majestic mountains, if there is a bulge, it is only large and small mounds, there is no vertical and horizontal river here, if there is water, there is only a pond not far away. Although the water in the pond is very deep, it cannot be regarded as water vapor. Feng Shui pays attention to the most basic mountains, rivers, water shapes, momentum, and sand holes, and there are ancient tombs and tombs buried here, and it is called the treasure of shade, which is really a loss of feng shui. In addition, there is no sealed earth grave near and far, not in the form of a mountain as a mausoleum, which also surprises the wind wandering monk. The Wind Wanderer looked around, and the Great Stretch of Land was wasteland, and beyond that, there were scattered crops, and there were no villages or houses in sight...... Where did the old man with a crutch come from in this dark night, is it really as he said?

Wang Dashi seemed to feel a faint chill from the piece of jade in his arms, and he seemed to realize that something was wrong, but he saw that Dafu Right and Dafu Left had followed a long way.

At this time, Wang Dashi took the wind and shouted to the right and left of Dafu, as if they didn't hear, their heads didn't turn, and they followed the old man with crutches. However, the old crutches of seventy and eighty walked very fast.

Wang Dashi and the wind wandering monk chased over, and it didn't take long to come to a protruding slope pile, and after sneaking in, it gradually darkened, needless to say, it should be an ancient tomb.

Seeing that there was a grave, Feng Yousheng and Wang Dashi dispelled their concerns.

Several people also have expectations in their hearts.

Feng Yousheng thought that there were not only abundant burial things here, but the key was that he could also take a small piece of coffin and use it to prepare potions to heal his strange injuries.

At this moment, they didn't think that the crutches were old, but that he was still charging with him at such an old age, and with gratitude in their hearts, they respected him, and began to call him old man verbally.

According to the suggestion made by the old crutch, he dived down first and entered the thief hole. However, several people walked in with him in a daze.

The grave road is curved, like roundworms walking through the intestines. The tomb was very dark, and there was nothing to be seen, Dafu lit a torch on the right and walked slowly in front, followed by Wang Dashi, Fengyousheng and Daifuku left. A few people were brave enough to form a gang, and they were no longer afraid.

Several people followed the crutches to the first fork in the road, the main road should lead to the main room, and the side road should be opened by the tomb robbers, leading directly to the ear room. At the end of the main road, it plunged into a few feet, presumably in front of the coffin of the owner of the tomb.

At this time, I heard the sound of a clattering touch, and the light only gathered a foot in front of me, and it was all black in front of me, and Daifuku's footsteps did not dare to take another step forward. I don't know when the old crutch moved behind the four people.

Wang Dashi lit another torch, and the flame grew brighter, illuminating the surroundings, and where the sound came from, stood a pale man. The man had a crooked head, a bald head, bared teeth, and bones on his body, exuding a musty smell, and it was a white rotting corpse.

The clatter sound came from the belly of the dried corpse, as if there was an inexplicable living creature hidden in the belly, and this living creature fed on the carrion, and after eating the internal organs of the corpse, it made a home in the belly.

Feng Yousheng said at this time: "This, this, the Yin Qi of the dry corpse is too heavy, buried deep in this underworld, it is bound to take the lives of the living!"

At this time, the wind wandering monk dragged Dafu's right hand and said, "Fucking hippie! This place is too secretive, let's go back quickly, if we want to find a coffin, where can't we find it?"

Turning around, there was no longer the scene in front of them that had just come in, and several people were suddenly startled. At this moment, the dried corpse stretched out the tips of its long claws and jumped over, and with each beat, its jaw twitched, emitting a thick stench.

The four of them followed the movement of the dried corpse and walked half a step to the side, and suddenly, they found that there was only a thick mud wall behind them, as if they had entered a labyrinth, and they could not find their way back. They wanted to find the old crutch, but unfortunately there was still any movement of him, as if he disappeared in an instant.

The dried corpse does not beat fast, but its body is covered with poisonous insects with three eyes, which move quickly, and have sharp carapace on their eyes, which can pierce people's skin and burrow into their bodies and devour internal organs. After devouring it, it is like this dry corpse.

The four of them were bare-handed, facing poisonous insects, and could only wave the torches in their hands.

The poisonous insects were already under their feet, and they stared at the torches, stagnating. It seems that these poisonous insects are afraid of fire, and if the fire is extinguished, the poisonous insects can quickly burrow into their bodies.

Daifuku right saw this situation, and regretted it in his heart. Feng Yousheng hurriedly scolded: "He's a hippie, old crutch, you dead old man, haven't you prayed to the corpse master, if the corpse owner doesn't allow us to stay here, you can quickly take us back!"

After being reminded, it seems that he only remembered the old crutch, but around the firelight, how can there be his figure?

Just then, there was a coughing sound.

Yes, it was the old man with the crutches who began to cough vigorously again.

With this cough, those three-eyed poisonous insects were even more restless, densely lined up in front of the four people.

"Hey, don't cough, don't make a noise, fucking hippie!" shouted the Wind Wanderer.

The old man on crutches didn't seem to hear it, and he still coughed, as if it was done on purpose.

Everyone's eyes looked at the old crutch.

At this time, Wang Dashi felt that this crutch was no longer normal.