What's wrong with stealing some of your yang energy!

Bai Ling, the No. 17th generation direct disciple of the original Wuqing Fang School, is also a master brother and junior junior brother.

After the master known as "Sai Zhuge" suddenly disappeared one day and left a note saying "Grandpa and his new girlfriend traveled to the mountain and handed it to you", the weak, helpless and desperate successor, Automatically become the No.18 generation leader and King of the Mountain.

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However, life has not changed much from before.

Bai Ling played Link's legend with a blank face, rolled so skillfully that it made people feel distressed, and died under the handsome and powerful thigh of the giant horse.

You can't beat the game you should be unable to beat, how can you fix it!

Annoyed, he grabbed a handful of French fries and stuffed them into his mouth, and started again. After dying dozens of times, Bai Ling thought bitterly, this is not going to work, I can't be so decadent, repeating the glory of the mountain will come from me start!

For the one hundred and one time, he tried to seal the "Devil of the Will" game console in the box, but after the delivery doorbell rang, he decided to postpone the plan for half an hour.

The stomach is full, the brain can't turn, take a two-hour nap and then plan.

It's getting dark when you wake up, order a takeaway and then plan.

Tonight's live broadcast is not long enough, let's plan after the live broadcast is over.

I'm a little hungry after the broadcast, so let's go out and have a supper before planning.

By the way, Shimen moved away from the hilltop ten years ago and temporarily moved to the city center for the convenience of mixing (eating) (drinking) into the world (playing) (playing) with the world.At that time, housing prices in Yanjing were not so scary. Master Sai Zhuge sold a bone dug out from the top of the mountain and bought a small duplex.

... The master is really wise!

Apart from having a girlfriend, you don't want to be an apprentice, damn it!

Bai Ling gritted his teeth for a while, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration.

He slowly bit the chicken wings, his thoughts diverged...

What kind of high-end stuff was the white bone picked up by the master back then? Even if the housing price was low back then, it was not a small amount. Similarly, this year, the price index of antiques, rare medicinal materials and so on has exploded, and the white bones should be more valuable.

He rushed into the study room that he had never entered for thousands of years, searched for the notes left by his master, and after a long time digging through them, he found the address of Shantou in an old photo album that was crumbled into pieces.

Bai Ling was nine years old when he left the mountain, and his impression of the mountain was only "big". It was surrounded by a large pine forest, and it was often foggy at night, dense and invisible.

There was an earthquake before leaving, and the ground rumbled. The master felt that it was inconvenient to be far away from the city, and he was afraid of aftershocks, so he took him to Yanjing.Before the departure, the master entrusted his acquaintances who worked in the government to block the mountain on the grounds of "landslide-prone mountainous area", so that area should still be blocked.

A bold idea struck Bai Ling:

Since the top of the mountain is sealed off, the treasures buried on the top of the mountain... should all be there!

He is not greedy, so he just digs out one or two bones like those back then!

Then he will sell it for a large sum of money, buy a lot of new games that he is reluctant to buy, and take pictures to show to the hot chicken master who values ​​sex and neglects disciples and abandons his lover!

As soon as he said he would leave, Bai Ling rushed to the market the next day to buy the equipment he remembered for going up the mountain.

What kind of dog blood, mahogany sword, and seal talisman are all equipped on the whole body.The seller who bought these items was a good-looking young lady who asked, "You also offer cosplay?"

Bai Ling nodded vaguely: "Yes. Are your things authentic?"

The young lady giggled: "I guarantee a one-to-one restoration!"

Bai Ling: "...?"

Something seems wrong?

The young lady thought he was an insider, and happily exchanged WeChat with him. It turned out that the young lady was named Shenyin in the circle, and her name was Lin Mingwan, and she cosplayed the once stunning blockbuster Dunhuang Feitian.The two are both game and animation nerds, and they had a heated chat. When they learned that Bai Ling was going to "shoot a movie" in the mountains, Lin Mingwan said mysteriously that the place he went to was quite famous, a haunted holy place.

Bai Ling forgot the previous doubts about the real props, and asked: "How to say?"

"I haven't been there, but a friend of mine, the one named Blood Boy, went to take pictures. When I came back, I found that the negatives were very blurry." Lin Mingwan felt sorry for him. Are your hands shaking? I took more than 800 photos, all of which are useless, and none of them can see the face clearly, and the facial features are like ghosts. There are also a few photos with strange light and shadow distortions, like countless ghosts floating in the background, you Said to infiltrate or not. He was so scared that he talked nonsense when he came back. It is said that he is still insane and was locked up in a mental hospital."

Bai Ling imagined the scene for a while, it was so weird, he couldn't help shivering.

But as the saying goes, if you don’t enter the tiger’s lair, you won’t catch a tiger cub. The more Lin Mingwan said this, the more he proved that there is a treasure in the mountain!

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, Bai Ling hurriedly bid farewell to Miss Sister, Chua slipped away, Lin Mingwan thought he was timid, and laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten up.

After more than ten years, 12 years to be exact, in the reincarnation of the zodiac Ziwu Maochou, Bai Ling returned to the place where he left.

After a long time, Bai Ling thought more than once, was it a sudden whim when he slapped the table that day, or did the fate line come to a junction somewhere?No one can tell.

He changed the country bus three or four times, and arrived at the gate of Songhe Garden before the dusk passed.

After asking the local villagers, he learned that the "Original Wuqingfang Mountain" he called collapsed again a few years ago. Later, some experts said that the surrounding terrain was stable, so they retracted the blockade of the dangerous area inward.The extra woodland after contraction was divided into a cemetery and named Songhe Garden.

It's a pity that Songhe Garden has been haunted by ghosts for many years. Some masters said that it is a place where evil dragons suppress Yin, and the Fengshui is so prosperous that ordinary people's souls cannot be restrained.It is true that someone dreamed that the family members who buried Songheyuan asked in a dream to "change their residence". For a while, rumors spread, and the cemetery and this area were once again deserted.

When the bus driver learned of Bai Ling's drop-off location, his face was very pale. Bai Ling talked about it and added 50 yuan before the driver reluctantly agreed to drop him on the side of the road.

With his back facing the setting sun, he put on his equipment under the warm slanting light: a mahogany sword on his back, more than a dozen small bottles of dog's blood and rooster's blood on his waist, and a small vest covered with modern talisman seals.He put the big backpack containing the tent, food and water under the tree at the door. Anyway, the surrounding area was deserted, so he only carried a small water bottle. He took a deep breath and walked towards the garden.

so quiet.

As the setting sun fell, the shadows of the trees stretched out long and slanted black lines, and it was difficult to hear birdsong in the forest, only the sound of patchwork and broken "cuckoo", each of which hit Bai Ling's little heart.

The terrain changed greatly, and the vague memories of childhood were useless, and he couldn't recognize the way back to the old house.He walked aimlessly towards the sunset for a long time, and finally saw the blockade.

The thread was a hemp rope and an iron lock as thick as a child's arm, and it was covered with yellow and white talisman papers with different symbols.

The cinnabar brushwork can be described as flamboyant and unrestrained. Seeing Bai Ling clutching the touching talisman on his chest, he felt ashamed.

Strange to say, the blockade is open to the wind and sun all year round, but there is no rust or aging; if the iron lock is stainless steel, how can the talisman paper be as new as ever?

Bai Ling couldn't figure it out, so he could only think that there were regular maintenance and replacement of people in the organization.Thinking of this, he cautiously called out to the forest: "Hello—is there anyone?"

There was a "cuckoo" sound.

Bai Ling waited in place for a while, making sure that no old forest ranger rushed out to scold him, he crossed the cordon without worry, and walked inward stepping on the thick rotting dead leaves.

I don't know if it was due to psychological factors, but as soon as he approached the blockade, Bai Ling felt a biting cold.This coldness was like icy water empowerment, and the chill spread all over his body in an instant, making him shiver continuously.

He interpreted it as the fact that the woods here were too tall and shaded after sunset.He wrapped up his scarf, took a sip of hot water to calm his shock, and silently recited "Little Money, Little Money, Little Money" to cheer up and move forward.

He stepped on the boundary line between light and dark, humming a little song, like a carefree child walking into a giant's castle, and gradually reached the moment when the last ray of light dissipated and the boundary line disappeared.

There is no direction.

Bai Ling was hungry, he didn't expect the mountain to be so big, he walked for an hour, and he didn't even see the small brick building where he lived.He took out the Roujiamo in his pocket, leaned against a tree casually, and ate it.The cold wind made his hands cold, and he wondered: Was the mountain so big back then?

Yes.

It is normal for children to remember things inaccurately.Bai Ling comforted himself, since they are here, it will take another hour to go back the same way, at least visit the former residence before leaving.

He carefully folded the plastic bag into his pocket, and didn't stop much: it was too late, and even a grown man would feel apprehensive in the wild, and he regretted throwing the sleeping bag and tent at the door just now.

When he got up, he suddenly smelled a clear pine scent.The scent was incompatible with the gloomy woods, and he looked around suspiciously, trying to find the source of the scent.

Is it this tree?

He raised his head, and what he was leaning against was indeed an extremely magnificent giant pine. In the dark night, he could only see the dark and sunken branches from a very high distance.The nearest branch was more than two meters away from him, he wrinkled his nose, when did his sense of smell get so good?

Unknowingly, he circled the pine tree, trying to find a loophole, and almost tripped without looking at the road.

"Damn, ah—!"

His screaming wasn't because he was fussing.

What tripped him up was the... package that he regretted not bringing in just now.

How can it be!

Bai Ling felt cold all over, he squatted down, no mistake, folded tent, vacuum sleeping bag, as well as water and food, the Poke Ball key chain on the hanging buckle was also a limited edition that he snatched.

He clearly remembered that he threw them under the big iron gate!He clearly remembered the weird rusty pattern on the iron door...

Is it really haunted here?

With a grudge in his heart, he felt strange when he heard the wind in the forest. He stumbled and stood up, and before he ran towards the way he came, he felt his body lighten.

Something held him up.

Is that a branch, or a pair of hands?Cold, stiff, with irresistible courage.

Bai Ling is an orphan, he was adopted by his master freely, and he was valued for his talent in the orphanage: but he didn't foresee the sudden appearance of this "person", probably because of his unfathomable strength.

Just when he was trembling with fear, he heard a sigh.

That sigh seemed to be that of a man, deep and hoarse, carrying the evil intent from hell...

What a sigh!He was afraid that it would be like this and he hasn't sighed yet!

He naturally didn't dare to complain, but begged for mercy in a very spineless trembling way: "Big, big guy, I have an eighty-year-old master, and a two-year-old game console to raise. Look, I haven't done anything." For the sake of it, please forgive me, woo woo woo... I really didn’t come here to steal treasures, nor did I want to sell treasures for money, you believe me!”

There seemed to be a low laugh in the silence, and just as Bai Ling was about to continue to show his life experience to beg (sell) for mercy (cute), his vision went dark and his consciousness dissipated.

In the dark and sweet sleep, he heard the faint sigh of a man.

He seemed to be saying: "So timid?...Forget it."

Morning light hits the eyelids.

Bai Ling actually fell asleep. In the cold wind, in the empty and uninhabited woodland, he opened his eyes and saw the boundless and lofty day without modern cages.

But he was pillowed on the tent, wrapped in a sleeping bag, and beside him was the rust pattern of the iron door that impressed him deeply.

His consciousness disappeared suddenly, but there was no problem with his memory: before he passed out, even though he was deep in the woods, he didn't have time to open the package!

He really hit a ghost.

And it's an old antique ghost who can't open a compressed tent and uses a compressed tent as a pillow!