After a long time, Xia Bashan let go of Mo Yan and asked, "Who is this strong man beside you?" The little mountain ghost wearing a hat mask and a fat cloth robe took the initiative to say hello, and Mo Yan smiled and said nothing.

"The strong man's voice is so strong, he must be a master in the rivers and lakes. Shabashan arched his hand and said.

Dong Dong was happy when he heard this, and suddenly picked up the hat, showing the original shape of the red-haired red eyes and thick lips, which scared Xia Bashan a lot.

"It's called Dongdong, it's a little mountain ghost in Shennongjia. Mo said with a smile.

At dinner, facing a table of braised pig's head meat and roast chicken, Xia Bashan talked a lot about a few bowls of Guzhang rice wine, and asked slightly drunk about the situation in the past year.

When Xia Bashan heard that Gui Qi, the prefect of Yichang, and Steward Xue of Mrs. Min had all been subdued, he couldn't help but pat his thigh and laugh, and said: "It's really a lot of evil that will be rewarded in the end, Miao Fenglin, you can close your eyes." ”

"Mr. Xia, the government has withdrawn our case, and there is no need to hide anymore. Mo Yan told him.

"Okay, so that you can go back to Dali City to reopen the Bashan Medical Center, with your current strength, you will not lose to Xinglintang, and you will be angry with that Zhao Hongru for Xia, and let go of a young Chinese medicine genius for twenty taels of mortgage gold in vain." "It's been a long time since I've been so happy.

Mo Yan took out the thousand-year-old bone wood, Xia Bashan took it in his hand and put it under his nose and sniffed it, and couldn't help but be overjoyed: "Ni Oh girl, your leg is saved." ”

That night, Xia Bashan began to grind the mortar and apply it to the broken bone of Ni'o's lumbar vertebra overnight, and after a few days, she was able to walk slowly without a wheelchair.

"Miss Nioh, do you know the secret art of Siam?" Mo asked her.

Ni Oh replied: "Siamese secret arts, like Miao Jiang witch Gu, were originally derived from the ancient Zhuyouke, and at that time there was no distinction between doctors and witches. Later, the medical part developed into traditional Chinese medicine in the Central Plains, and most of the witchcraft was popular in the remote and barbaric mountainous areas, among which the witchcraft was passed down in Miaojiang, and the evil art of raising corpses and lowering the head went to southern Xinjiang, and the current Siamese secret art and Sulu Nanyang descending head and so on belong to this category. ”

"So does the 'Yin Person' belong to raising corpses?"

"Yes, this girl has also heard of this kind of evil art, which is the combination of raising corpses and lowering heads and Siamese indigenous witchcraft, in short, Siamese secret art is mainly based on raising corpses and raising ghosts, and the head-lowering technique is actually similar to Miaojiang witchcraft and has its own strengths. ”

Ni Oh told Mo Yan everything about the secret art of Siam to the best of his ability, and it was still told to her by her mother when she was alive. Finally, Ni Oh warned that there are many and complicated Siamese secret art sects, and the most evil of them is the Holy Child of the Yin Gate, and if you encounter it in the future, you must stay away.

Mo Yan smiled bitterly in his heart, he had already encountered it, and he was robbed of Xiaofei Yunding by the Holy Child.

After a few more days, Mo Yan saw that Ni Oh had almost recovered, so he prepared to leave for his hometown. As for Xiaofei Yunding, he can't get it back for the time being, so he can only go to Jizu Mountain to find Yindanzi first, and then go to find the Holy Infant Niang after studying hard for a few years and then increasing his strength.

Before leaving, he gave some of the stolen real medicine to Shabashan, which stunned him.

Ni Oh gave Mo a flesh-colored jade nail and instructed: "This is still left by my mother, it is said to be something from the spirit world, and it can be put on the tip of your finger to identify any insect Gu and all poisons in the world." ”

Mo Yan and the little mountain ghost left, gradually drifting away, looking back at the Black Witch Liao, the figures of Xia Bashan and Ni Oh were still standing there for a long time, his eyes were moist, and he couldn't hold back tears.

After picking up the carriage at the Baizhangping Inn, the two went straight to Yunnan by land from Hunan to Guizhou.

Chicken foot mountain, known as Qingding Mountain in ancient times, because of its mountain topping towering northwest, wandering southeast, three branches in the front, stretching a ridge in the back, resembling a chicken foot and getting the name. Although the radius of this mountain is only more than 400 miles, but it can look at Cangshan Erhai Lake in the west, overlook the Jinsha River in the north, the 36 temples and 72 nunnery of the ancient temple of Buddhism are all over the forest sea, it is the birthplace of Zen Buddhism, and there are a lot of great virtuous monks throughout the ages.

This time, Mo Yan and the little mountain ghost came to the bottom of the mountain.

Raise your eyes to look, but see the strange peaks in the mountain gathering, dangerous rocks and thousands of thousands, stone-like ghost axes, green cover like clouds, the end is overflowing with aura, no wonder Jin Danzi and Yin'er chose to enter the cave here to practice.

Asked the monks at the foot of the mountain where the Jindan Cave and the Yindan Cave went, and the two slowly climbed the mountain, and after about two or three hours, they finally found it under the Tianzhu Peak. Under a cliff there are two caves side by side, only a few dozen zhang apart, in front of which is a small flat land with a vegetable garden and a medicine garden, the green greens and the bright flowers of the herbs complement each other, giving people the beauty of pastoral tranquility.

In the medicine garden, an elderly Taoist aunt was bending over to pull weeds, and when she heard the sound of footsteps, she turned around, about sixty years old, and she was quite fairy.

"May I ask if it is Master Yindanzi?" Mo Yan stepped forward and bowed.

"Master?" the old Taoist aunt was stunned when she heard this, "You are"

"In Xia Mo Remnant, Jin Danzi is my master. ”

"Hmph, Jin Danzi has been gone for more than thirty years, what about others?" asked the old Taoist aunt with an angry face.

"Master is deceased. ”

The old Dao Gu was stunned, she didn't speak for a long time, and Mo Yan saw that her eyes were red and full of tears.

"When did he die?" the old Dao Gu's face turned pale, and her voice trembled slightly.

"Master has been imprisoned for more than thirty years by Jiugong Mountain Tianxu Zhenren wearing a pipa bone, Master, can you allow the disciple to tell in detail if it is a long story. ”

"Alas," said the old Dao Gu, with a long sigh, "come with the poor Dao." ”

In the Yindan Cave, Mo Yan told in detail about the imprisoned Jin Danzi from his own private invasion of the forbidden place of the True Martial Dao Temple of Jiugong Mountain, and until the martyrdom of the Void Temple in Luofu Mountain.

Yin Danzi was silent for a long time, and finally said softly: "There has been no news for more than 30 years, and I thought you were tired of getting along with Yin'er day and night. ”

Mo Man listened silently and didn't dare to speak.

"Your name is Mo Yan?" Yin Danzi raised his head.

"Yes, Master. ”

"What about the little Feiyunding?"

"was snatched away by the Siamese Holy Infant Niang, the disciple was not her opponent, and failed to protect the Feiyun Ding that the master's flesh and blood turned into. Mo said ashamedly.

"I can't blame you, will that naïve real person track you down to Dali?" asked Yin Danzi.

"Master said he would definitely come. ”

Yin Danzi nodded and asked, "Mo Yan, are you willing to learn from Poor Dao?"

"Of course I am willing, in the future, I will not only capture Tianxu to avenge my master, but also go to Siam to recapture Xiaofei Yunding, Mo Yan will worship you as a teacher now. Mo Yan swore and said.

Yin Danzi waved his hand: "You don't need to apprentice to the teacher, since you recognize the poor Tao as the teacher, you can teach it directly to you." ”

"Yes, Master. Mo Yan is a native of Mojiayi under Shengying Peak in Dali, and since he ran away from home four years ago, there has been no news, I want to go home to see my father and mother before coming back to learn art. ”

"Of course, Jindan Cave hasn't been cleaned for more than 30 years, so you two can live there after cleaning up. Yin Danzi said.

"Yes, Master. ”

Mo Yan and the little mountain ghost came to the Jindan Cave next to it, and saw that some daily necessities and several large and small alchemy furnaces had accumulated thick dust, and the two of them cleaned it thoroughly inside and out.

"Dongdong, I want to go home to see my father and mother, if it's inconvenient for you to go, stay in Jindan Cave, usually help my mother work and eat together, I will rush back as soon as possible." Mo Yan instructed the little mountain ghost to say.

"Yes, yes. The little mountain ghost replied.

That night, Mo Yan went down the mountain home overnight, and when he passed by the Yindan Cave, he heard the faint whimpering sound of Yindanzi coming from inside.

Mo Yan was also sad in his heart when he heard it.

On the east mountain in the moon, Mo Yan followed the mountain road over the mountains and crossed the mountains and went straight to Mojiayi at the foot of Cangshan Mountain.

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