Black Wind Mountain.

Zhu Bajie devoured the golden pill obtained from the Holy Realm of the True Scriptures, and began to slowly recover from his injuries, one day and one night passed like this, Tang Seng's face was pale, his stomach kept growling, he kept chanting, but he still couldn't resist the torture of hunger, but Zhu Bajie was practicing, he didn't dare to disturb.

The dawn of dawn descended on the earth, in the eastern sky, a round of red sun gradually rose, shining on the earth, some people say that the sun is a great god, incarnated as light and heat, to give the world warmth, but since ancient times, the sun has always been there, but no one knows whether the sun god exists, over time, people regard the sun as a wheel of time.

Zhu Bajie opened his eyes, the earth at this moment is already autumn, the withered yellow leaves all over the mountains, some single shadows between the branches, and the morning majestic wind blows Zhu Bajie's cheeks.

"Big brother, you're awake, it's great, the little monk is too hungry, can the big brother ......" Tang Seng's face was a little embarrassed, embarrassed to look at Zhu Bajie, and looked into the distance.

Zhu Bajie smiled, stood up, and tidied up his clothes, "No problem, let's go, this moment is the plan of the day in the morning, let's turn our fate!" Zhu Bajie was in a very happy mood, his cultivation has improved a lot invisibly, I am afraid that it will not be long before he will experience the third tribulation of the immortals again, and then he will be able to impact the Xuan Immortals.

The tiger cracked and roared, carrying Tang Seng towards the distance where the smoke rose, Zhu Bajie was actually a little moved in his heart, after all, Tang Seng still defended Zhu Bajie and Guanyin Bodhisattva that day, you must know that Tang Seng is a full Buddhist, and he is willing to do this, on the one hand, it is the truth, on the other hand, he and Tang Seng have been together for more than three months, this monk may still have some feelings for himself.

Between the cottages, the smoke curling, the chickens and dogs barking, the children were playing in the village, and suddenly saw Tang Seng riding a big tiger, Zhu Bajie followed the side, and they were all hiding in fear, and some of the bolder children walked to Zhu Bajie's side, and the lovely cheeks were full of excitement: "Uncle, why is this tiger so well-behaved?"

Zhu Bajie smiled but didn't answer, Tang Seng sat on the back of the tiger, "Amitabha!" The child wanted to touch the tiger, and the tiger cracked and roared, which frightened the children to dodge and run away, and the original group of children instantly hid in their own house.

The children ran away, and the adults naturally came out, and they all put down the things in their hands, and they all gathered, just to see the strange combination in the child's mouth, the monk riding the tiger.

Zhu Bajie casually found a family, took out the purple gold bowl in the burden, and said politely: "Donor, we are monks who went to the west to learn scriptures, and we went to the treasure land to ask for some fasting food!"

Tang Seng himself was born handsome, and played a Zen language at the moment, and the family also heard of a monk who learned from the scriptures, and they were very respectful to Tang Seng and Zhu Bajie, after a meal, Zhu Bajie ate a lot, Tang Seng had little appetite, and the family actually prepared some dry food for the two of them, and the sun was hot at noon, and Zhu Bajie was not ready to hurry, so he simply took a rest.

"Master Xuanzang, I advise you to take a detour next, the village in front is called a ghost village by all the people around here, and there are often evil ghosts there!"

When Xuanzang heard that there were ghosts, then it was him, a monk, who should come in handy, and asked: "Why, when I came, I saw that your village was full of vitality!"

The middle-aged woman sighed, it seemed that there was something strange about this matter," It is said that a hundred years ago, that village was a very prosperous village, even the county government praised it, and then it seemed that I heard that there was no heir outside the staff, only one daughter, or in old age, but this daughter did not know what the devil was, and it seemed that she was not interested in men, countless young talents went to her mansion to go to the door, but everyone was regretful and ended, over time, the staff died, and the property outside the staff was abandoned because no one managed it, it is said that later the woman died, and turned into a ghost, one year, a few thunders fell from the sky, destroyed the village, some people say that there is a ghost there, but this terrible ghost does not do evil, on the contrary, he will help some lonely people!"

Xuanzang nodded when he heard this, although it is said that there is a separation between yin and yang, and ghosts should go to the six realms of reincarnation after death, but such a ghost who does good deeds is not a great traitor, "Isn't it better to do this, the poor monk just goes to transform that ghost, so that the ghost can just go to reincarnation, and be a happy person in the next life!"

The middle-aged woman shook her head, her face was a little frightened, and it seemed to be a little unspeakable, "But the matter is not over yet, one day, a young talent came to that village, and when this young talent passed by, he stayed in that village for a few days, and then people learned that the ghost was a beautiful woman, and her appearance was simply better than that of a fairy, and that young talent turned out to be for the beauty of that woman, and he actually wanted to combine with the other party, and he wanted to have bad intentions, and the tragedy happened like this!"

When Xuanzang heard this, a touch of sadness flashed in his eyes, "Amitabha, the word love, harming people, my Buddha is merciful, cutting off the red world, it's really a sin, a sin!"

The middle-aged woman's eyes were deep, as if this memory was her childhood memory, and she thought bitterly, "That young man had bad intentions, and he actually found a few friends, that night, the village was not calm, in my mind, the memory is still fresh, it was a sad wail, the female ghost did not fall into the scheme, but the men, hey......"

Xuanzang was not in a hurry, waiting for the middle-aged woman's next step, but Zhu Bajie waited for the next step with his ears pricked up, his heart, I don't know why, faintly trembled.

"The next day, when we children ran to the head of the village happily, we were all scared silly, four men, blood flowed in their eyes, their tongues stretched out long, they were covered with scars, and the most important thing was that all the lower bodies were cut off, the horror of death, I can't describe it at all, it's too terrifying......" The middle-aged woman said back, and her body began to tremble involuntarily, enough to see the scene she saw back then, it was indeed terrifying to the depths of her soul.

Xuanzang's face was angry, and he shouted angrily: "This ghost is really hateful, those men are living lives, the so-called saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, he actually killed four men overnight, if these four men have wives and children, it is not to create injustice, it is really a sin, a sin, Amitabha!"

The middle-aged woman in Xuanzang's Buddha sound, relieved, since then, the next village every night is a ghost crying wolf howl, that kind of wailing, listening to want to tears, and then, all the people in that village who are related to this matter are all miserable deaths, and that village has become what people now call a ghost village.

Tang Seng's face was a little ugly, in his opinion, the ants were still reincarnated, not to mention that this powerful ghost had killed so many people, it was really an unforgivable sin, and he had to temper the other party.

Zhu Bajie didn't know when he had come to the middle-aged woman, and the aura on his body was a little disordered, causing the middle-aged woman to stare at Zhu Bajie in some panic.

"Big brother, what are you doing?"

Tang Seng saw that Zhu Bajie actually treated ordinary people like this, his voice was very angry, and he drank violently, how did he know that Zhu Bajie's eyes were red, he glared at Tang Seng, and said word by word: "If you don't want to die, then shut up for me!"

Zhu Bajie grabbed the middle-aged woman, and the middle-aged woman was a little afraid, "What are you going to do, in broad daylight...... You...... What to do?"

Zhu Bajie's red eyes slowly regained his calm, gently put down the middle-aged woman, and asked in a trembling voice: "Where is the ghost village...... More than a hundred years ago...... Is it ...... Called high ...... Old...... Zhuang ......"

The middle-aged woman seemed to be afraid of something, and nodded tremblingly at the moment, "Yes, Elder, it's just that the old man has fallen behind, and everyone is dead, and he will be forgotten!"

Zhu Bajie suddenly fell to the ground, his face was like ashes, he knew who the female ghost was, and he also vaguely guessed that when he first arrived in the Tang Kingdom, he also tried to find Gao Laozhuang, but no one knew this place at all, and the appearance of the Tang Kingdom had changed, how could he find it, he could only be gone.

The tiger cracked and roared, and opened the tiger's mouth wide at the middle-aged woman, and the bright red tongue made the middle-aged woman fall to the ground, and her eyes were dead.

"Tiger crack, step down!" Xuanzang's loud shout didn't work for Tiger crack at all, Tiger crack only worshiped Zhu Bajie, and Zhu Bajie also recovered some sanity in this voice, "Tiger crack, what are you doing, get out of the way!"

The tiger stepped aside, and the middle-aged woman stood up with the support of Tang Seng, but her eyes were still very frightened when she looked at Zhu Bajie, and her whole body was trembling.

"Female donor, don't be afraid, he is my eldest brother, and he is actually very good, but I don't know why his mood suddenly changed like this, it's really a sin!" Xuanzang helped the middle-aged woman to sit down, because the middle-aged woman's man had gone out to do business, and the children had also gone out to play, no one knew everything in the courtyard.

Zhu Bajie slowly walked out of the family, looking at the sky in front of him with a dull gaze, the faint black gas in the sky has fully explained that there is a huge ghost in front of him, and the strength of this ghost is probably not bad, and this ghost turned out to be the kind master he used to be, which made him really dare not think, he kept shouting in his heart: "It must not be, it must not be ......" But it seems that even he can't convince himself to find other reasons.

"Gao Laozhuang, Miss Gao, Gao Yufen!"

Zhu Bajie walked to the head of the village, staring at this eerie and terrifying village, many people here must have been killed by this female ghost, the female ghost wants to be strong, there is only one way in the yang world, that is, to devour the yang energy of the living, so that it will grow unlimitedly, and there was even a powerful ghost, growing to the point that even some powerful people can't deal with it, which makes many people full of fear of ghosts.

The pitch-black village not far away, at noon, was actually shrouded in gloomy air, and a bleak cool breeze blew on Zhu Bajie's cheeks, Zhu Bajie wanted to confirm whether this ghost was the person in his mind, but he really didn't dare to think, if the ghost was that person, then what should he do? Because it seems that all this was caused by his inadvertent behavior.

If he hadn't turned into a human body, met Gao Yufen, and left quietly, would Gao Yufen have fallen in love with him uncontrollably? So maybe until now, Gao Laozhuang is still prosperous, and no one will die innocently, of course, Zhu Bajie didn't care about the death of those men, and his thoughts were very right.

Quietly investigated the so-called ghost village, and when she returned to this woman's house again, it was already night, and the middle-aged woman stared at Zhu Bajie with some fear, not daring to speak, and her man did not dare to speak, thinking about all this, a well-behaved child, two lovely eyes, staring at Zhu Bajie with spirit.