The black cat is on top, the evil spirits retreat

The further north you went, the colder it became. The marching team was a hundred meters long, and it would take an incense stick of time to pass down the military order to be clearly informed from beginning to end.

Rong Li ordered them to stop and set up camp, because ghosts and ghosts often appeared on the road in the forest at night.

People's hearts are difficult to distinguish, and words and deeds are enough to cover up right and wrong.But once he dies, all the merits and demerits of his lifetime will be engraved on his body.

The merits of the previous life will be turned into brocade clothes to wear on the body, and the faults of the previous life will be turned into handcuffs wrapped around the feet, and you can hear the clanging sound when you walk.The greater the crime, the heavier the handcuffs.

Ning Xiaoran had already set up a fire, and the four of them gathered around the fire to keep warm.

The dry firewood crackled and crackled, and sparks flew out from time to time.Rong Li felt that the people around him were leaning towards him, thinking that Jun Heng was afraid of fire, so he moved forward without a trace.

Jun Heng looked at Shu Tian in the light of the fire, and the other party pretended to turn his head to look around half a circle, conveying some kind of message.

Rong Li took a look at their actions, "General Ning and I will keep watch at night, you two should rest first." Then he looked at the cluster of fires extending a hundred meters behind the team, "Then how many people should be sent to guard at every interval!"

"Yes!" Ning Xiaoran had ordered a long time ago, these are elite soldiers selected from the army, and they have been with him for a long time, these are very conscious habits.

Although I don't really believe in the theory of ghosts and gods, but this scene in the deep mountains and old forests makes people feel a little frightened.

"Let me watch the night, and the lord can rest." Shu Tian stood up and bowed to him, and went to patrol the [-]-meter team regardless of Rongli's reaction.

"Go to sleep." Jun Heng tugged at his sleeve. "Although Shu Tian is not as wise and powerful as you, he is not so useless."

"You go to sleep in the carriage, General Ning and I will keep watch here first." Rong Li still insisted on keeping watch.

Jun Heng sighed, "Then I'll use your sleeve." As he spoke, he moved closer to Rongli, almost sitting side by side, and then hugged Rongli's arms and placed them on his knees as a pillow.

A trace of resentment flashed across his face, and he clearly said that he borrowed his sleeves!

Ning Xiaoran often gets along with men in the military camp, and it is considered friendly. Jun Heng, who is dressed in black, looks only fourteen or fifteen years old, and there is always a hint of cunning in his seemingly unintentional actions.Getting along with Prince Yuqi is not like a real brother, but closer.

The firewood continued to burn, and there was silence all around.Rongli's eyes could see clearly in the darkness, Jun Heng was not willing to rest on his arm all the time, after sleeping for an hour or two, he put his hand down and leaned on his shoulder.Changing sleeping positions in turn like this made Rongli smile bitterly, during which he didn't even open his eyes.

When the sky suddenly appeared, the team began to regroup and set off.

What were they asking last night?

Rong Li thought to himself for a long time, and when he turned around, Jun Heng was reclining with his eyes closed.In appearance, he looks three-point evil, but in behavior, he is seven-point.Especially those pair...

Rong Li paused for a moment, and met a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.It was these eyes, when they first met, in the not so clear night, reflecting the palace lantern in his hand, they shone like colored glaze.

"Not sleepy?" Jun Heng curled his lips and sat up for a while.

Rongli's Adam's apple trembled, he hummed, and closed his eyes.

Presumably Shu Tian had already brought the words to Lu Youcai, but the more he walked forward, the colder he felt, Jun Heng had a bad premonition.Are there so many dead souls running out?Thinking about it, he frowned, and looked to see if Rongli was fast asleep.

He quietly disappeared from the carriage, and even Shu Tian, ​​who was at the end of the team, disappeared together.

In the evening, they got out of the car for a rest as usual.

Rongli was still gnawing on the dry food in his hand, a strong wind was blowing the flames to flicker uneasy.The leaves rustled, and the sand and stones on the ground began to dance with it.The night mist in the forest shrouded the surroundings, the moonlight seemed to be escaping from suspicion and disappearing into the clouds, Rongli couldn't help but clenched the cracked sky in his hand.

"My lord." Shu Tian called him in a low voice, showing him the direction to the northwest.Today I went back to Youming with Jun Heng, and they have already got the notebook prepared by Judge Lu.

Jun Heng looked at the swaying flames and remained motionless, Ning Xiaoran suddenly stood up and was about to speak when Rong Li interrupted him with a gesture.He also heard the voice from the northwest, "Dingling... Dingling..."

"Let the soldiers stay safe and don't be impatient." Because of this obviously wrong evil wind, some people couldn't hold back anymore, and their hearts were disturbed and panicked.

Because you can't see, your hearing is especially sensitive.The chains on the anklets made a knocking sound when walking, and the cold wind seemed to penetrate the skin through the skin, making people terrified.

Shu Tian passed through the crowd lightly, his figure was so fast that Ning Xiaoran didn't have time to see him clearly, he was already out of sight.

The lonely voice came from far to near, approaching them through the layers of fog that had just grown.Rong Li had already stood up, Ning Xiaoran also stood up, and Shu Tian stood at the back of the line.

With a sneer, the man in fine clothes came towards them.He walked very slowly, Rongli's eyes fell from his fine clothes to his ankles, the heavy handcuffs were dragging his movements, his body was obviously thin, but looking at him, he felt powerful.

His face was as pale as paper, his eyes were gray, his hair was loose behind him, but he looked calm...

He is a blind man, Jun Heng is still sitting by the fire, flashing the notebook he saw today in his mind, there is indeed such a self-proclaimed teacher named Shen Yilou.

It is rare in Rongli to see wandering souls who do good and evil at the same time, and some soldiers are already talking about something in fear, and they hesitate to say it out loud.

It's nothing more than the word "ghost".

For half a moment, it was as if the knife rested on his neck but he hadn't made a move, which made people more and more frightened.At the last few feet, Rong Li raised his eyebrows and raised his hand, three spells flew out from his wide sleeve, hitting the wandering soul's cap and shoulder point.

He tried to lift his heavy footsteps, but it was useless after several attempts, and a trace of anger flashed across his pale face.He obviously has no eyeballs, but Rongli thinks that he should have a strong sense of direction.

Sure enough, his neck moved left and right, and he stretched out his hand to tear off the spell on the Tianling Cap.The expression on his face became ferocious, and he walked towards Rongli.

The cold voice suddenly said: "Come on this road, you have already stepped on the 'Hell Spring'!"

"I thought you would say: You opened this road, and you planted this tree. If you want to cross this road, you should save money to buy roads!" Jun Heng stood up, half-turned body still reflecting the firelight.

Hearing that this wandering soul has already pointed at Jun Heng, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Anyway, the people who passed here are all ghosts of the underworld now!"

Dare to say such words to the Nether Lord, a mocking smile appeared on Junheng's face.

Shen Yilou said that the yin energy on his body became stronger, and he was about to step towards Junheng, although he was a step slower.A magic weapon suddenly appeared in his hand, but it was just a ruler used to teach during his lifetime.

Once a dead soul has evil thoughts in its heart, it will also give birth to magic weapons, but most of them are things that they often used and cared about during their lifetime.

Jun Heng raised his eyebrows and laughed, with Rong Li in his hands, he probably didn't need to make a move.

The sword in Rongli's hand was already out of its sheath, and he turned over neatly and went behind him, his swordsmanship fluttering and reflecting the firelight.

Muttered softly in the mouth: "Immortal way is precious, life is immeasurable, open eight doors, fly to the sky □□. Forbidden by sins and blessings, fate and karma. Universally open to accept crossings, dead souls are reborn. The body can receive life, and the heavens are heard."

The ruler had to touch Rongli a few times, but he carefully dodged it.Although that ghost is not flexible, it may have swallowed too many spirits, and its combat effectiveness is not bad.

But where did he devour the souls of living people in the deep mountains and old forests?

The saber on Ning Xiaoran's waist was already in his hand, and Jun Heng grabbed him just as he took a step.Then he warned him mercilessly: "You can't help if you go!"

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Ning Xiaoran's handsome face, but he stopped moving.

He was not flexible, so Rongli fought him around the direction.In fact, the sword in his hand could stab him several times without making a move, and he kept chanting the scriptures in his mouth, which did not dispel his evil thoughts in the slightest for so long.

With an awe-inspiring heart, the split sky in his hand had already flown out of the sky, and he manipulated the shadow of the sword with his fingers, "It seems to be a death penalty, and life comes from death!" Several rays of light from the sword passed through the body of the wandering soul from behind, and finally condensed into a The light and shadow split the sky and returned to the sheath suddenly, and the wandering soul dissipated and dropped a pinnacle of sparks like fireflies before disappearing into the invisible.

"Ah Li is really amazing!" Jun Heng tilted his head and smiled brightly at him, his brows slanted slightly raised, his side face reflected the indescribable evil charm of the fire, Rong Li was stunned before walking towards him.

The soldiers regained their composure and glanced at each other, but it is estimated that no one will be able to sleep now, it is only half of the night and they must cheer up!

"Seeing the prince's immortal demeanor today, this trip is worthwhile!" Ning Xiaoran was 25 years old and had stayed in the military camp for nearly ten years. It was the first time he encountered this scene, and he was a little blushing when he said it.

"Overrated." Rong Li didn't show much expression on his face, as the ghost disappeared, the mist in the forest seemed to dissipate a little bit, and the flames also rose rapidly, burning with excitement.

Rongli got into the carriage, taking advantage of the firelight outside, took out the notebook from his pocket, tore off the pages about Shen Yilou and threw them into the stove, a blue flame rose from the palm of his hand and jumped into it. The stove was burning rapidly.

This Shen Yilou still has a wife, and she hasn't returned to the underworld so far, Rongli stuffed the notebook back into her arms, and wanted to look for it in the direction Shen Yilou came from just now, but was worried that the curtain of lights would be lifted and someone would find herself gone...

Rong Li was talking to Ning Xiaoran about the battle on the Qingyang border. Ning Xiaoran went to the battlefield at the age of 17, and it has been eight years since Ning Xiaoran talked about those things with an irresistible spirit on his face.

The author has something to say:

Immortals are precious, life is immeasurable, eight gates are opened, and the Dharma wheel is flying into the sky.Prohibition against sin and blessing, destiny and fate.Universally open to accept the ferry, the soul of the dead is alive.The body is reborn, and the heavens are heard.Taken from "The Sutra of Saving Human Beings"