white clothes

When returning to the original place, Xie Chenyuan told Wen Han about their discovery.

Because of the rain, the three of them were squeezed into the carriage, but luckily the carriage was big enough so that it would not appear too crowded.

Wen Han sat cross-legged next to the carriage curtain, his giant sword pressed down the rainproof curtain, letting the wind and rain outside shake, the carriage was still as dry as before.

Shen Zong sat on the soft cushion, beside Xie Chenyuan.

"The bones are hidden in the wedding dress, and the mother and child died together. This Langya Mountain must be hiding some secrets. Brother, for the sake of safety, I will explore the way with you tomorrow." Wen Han finished speaking and looked at Xie Chenyuan.

"That's fine." Xie Chenyuan nodded.

After the two finished talking, they closed their eyes and practiced.

Shen Zong yawned and was about to go offline. The stimulation he received today was really big enough, but Xie Chenyuan suddenly opened his eyes, and said "good night" with his mouth.

Quietly without alarming Wen Han.

It's like a little secret with him.

Shen Zong laughed immediately, and replied silently, before going offline to sleep.

In the middle of the night, Langya Mountain was swayed by wind and rain, and the rain was heavy. With the strong wind and heavy rain, the horse tied under the old tree neighed uncomfortably.

Xie Chenyuan and Wen Han opened their eyes.

"Brother, someone is here." Wen Han listened carefully, and then said: "About three or four people, their steps are messy, their depths are different, and there is no fluctuation of spiritual power."

"Let's restrain our aura first, and pretend to be a mortal." Xie Chenyuan lifted a corner of the car curtain, and the strong wind blew in with a fishy smell, blowing out the candles, and the inside of the car was completely dark.

After a while, several fires suddenly appeared in the depths of the dense forest, from far and near, they came around the ancient trees.

Three or four young and middle-aged men in coir raincoats, holding torches, looked at each other, as if wondering why there was a carriage in the middle of the night.

Wen Han picked up the giant sword and got out of the car, and opened the curtain.

Xie Chenyuan coughed softly, his pale face looked a little sick.

"Who are you?" A bearded man in the lead stepped forward holding a torch, and carefully looked at Wen Han and the others.

Wen Han supported his senior brother, and said to the five people in front: "I am originally a swordsman, to escort the young master to Lingchuan, the road in Langya Mountain is rough, and there is heavy rain tonight, so I stayed here temporarily."

"Dare to ask this big brother, how far is it from Lingchuan?"

"It turns out that they are from other places. It is difficult for us to enter and exit Langya Mountain. You are lucky to have met us. My name is Wang Hu, and I am a villager in Langya Village." Wang Hu rolled his eyes and laughed.

He glanced quietly at the robe on the sickly man, he should be a noble son from a wealthy family, and the black robe was embroidered with gold thread.

"It takes more than a month to get to Lingchuan from here. It's raining so much tonight. Be careful of landslides. I think your horse is barking all the time, which is an unlucky sign." A man in his thirties behind Wang Hu Touching his beard, he said, "Do you want to go to our village to hide from the rain?"

"This..." Wen Han hesitated for a while and looked at Xie Chenyuan.

Xie Chenyuan coughed lowly: "Then I will trouble everyone."

"You're welcome, the people in our Langya Village are the most hospitable, come with us, it's not good to meet wild beasts in the middle of the night." Wang Hu waved his hand and walked first.

"Hey, what are beasts..."

"Wang Yang, let's go your way, what are you talking about every day." One of the villagers pushed his companion.

Wen Han led the carriage and walked behind the group of villagers.

It was raining heavily, Xie Chenyuan took a look at the unnamed tombstone buried under the tree roots in the distance, and then looked away.

"Brother Wang, what's the reason why you came out so late?" Wen Han took out an umbrella from the car, supported it for Xie Chenyuan who was beside him, and held the horse rope with the other hand.

"Tsk tsk, this son of a rich and noble family is different from us big bastards. He has to hold his umbrella." Wang Hu noticed this detail and was amazed. On the day of the mountain god’s sacrifice, we will pick some Manxueluo from the mountains to prepare for the mountain god’s sacrifice day.”

Xie Chenyuan's eyes were slightly focused, and he looked at the earthen jar held by the villagers on the right. A few dark red grass leaves emerged from the jar, and there was a strange fishy smell faintly.

"I didn't expect there to be a mountain god in Langya Mountain, no wonder it can raise such a helpful person like Brother Wang." Wen Han said this without blushing or beating heart.

Xie Chenyuan didn't expect the always serious and rigid junior to be so flexible outside, he couldn't hold back his smile, and coughed softly.

"Young master, you are really a disease of riches and honor." Wang Hu looked at the swordsman's young master, although he was handsome like a fairy, but his health was really bad and weak.

Wen Han: "Brother Wang can call me Wen Han, this is Mr. Xie."

"Come on, it's raining heavily."

.........

An hour later, Xie Chenyuan and the others came to a village.

As the night was dark, Wang Hu arranged them in a room in his courtyard and left.

After Wen Han and the others left, they sat down, their dark faces looked a little grim under the light: "Senior Brother, it's getting late, I'll go next door, and Senior Brother should go to bed earlier."

"it is good."

Xie Chenyuan looked out of the pitch-black window, a flash of lightning pierced the sky, and thunder suddenly broke out.

After Wen Han left, he lowered his head and caressed the animal shape on the hilt of the Shangxie Sword, and the animal pupils decorated with big agaric stones were shining scarlet, flickering on and off.

"Don't worry, the demons here will be yours after all." Xie Chenyuan comforted his sword in a low voice. His sword is very sensitive to ghosts and ghosts. If he meets them, something strange will happen. Now the beast pupils are shining, maybe There is great evil in Langya Mountain.

.........

Rainstorm and early sunshine.

The flowers in the flowerbed under the wall were poorly beaten by the rain last night. In the morning, a young child ran over and picked the flowers carefully.

Xie Chenyuan leaned against the door and saw the young boy picking all the little red flowers in the garden.

There are two small buns tied on the girl's head, which are tied with two red strings. The falling bells are tinkling, the raw jade snow is cute, the cheeks are round and pouty, the clothes on her body are clean and tidy, and there is a strap on her wrist. Wearing a pair of silver bracelets, she really doesn't look like a doll raised in a remote village in an old forest deep in the mountains.

After the girl picked the flowers, she turned around and saw Xie Chenyuan at a glance. Curiosity flashed in her big eyes. She walked to the door and asked

"Brother, who are you, why did you come to my house?"

"I'm a traveler from another place. It rained heavily last night and the road was slippery, and the carriage was difficult to drive. Brother Wang Hu happened to meet us and invited us to live in your house." Xie Chenyuan leaned over and asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Yueyue." The girl was very polite.

"What is Yueyue picking flowers for?" Xie Chenyuan stretched out his hand to remove the grass leaves from the girl's hair temples, and asked in a warm voice.

"Sister Mu Shu is going to marry the mountain god in seven days. I want to pick flowers and give them to her." Yueyue fluttered her big eyes and liked this big brother very much.

She held up the flowers, and gave one of them to Xie Chenyuan, her eyes became crescent moons with a smile, with a little naughty: "My brother must have lost his way in the mountains, I know, there was also a strange old man with no hair lost his way three days ago Fortunately, we found our village, so we were not eaten by wild beasts in the mountains."

"Then he's lucky." Xie Chenyuan took the flower and patted Yueyue's head.

"Yueyue, come over for dinner." A call came from a distance, a woman walked to the backyard, saw the two of them, and smiled gently: "Do you want some breakfast too?"

"Thank you Madam for your kindness. It's just that my young master is not in good health. I can only take some pills I prepared myself in the morning, so I don't dare to bother Madam." Wen Han pushed the door open and came in, just in time to hear the conversation between the two, with an apologetic expression on his dark face.

"It's okay, it's okay, let's go that month." The woman led her little daughter back to the main house.

"You heard what you said just now." Xie Chenyuan looked at his junior brother.

"The mountain god that the girl said must have been disguised by an evil spirit. It is absurd that any mountain god would marry a mortal woman as his wife." Wen Han continued, "I walked around the village before dawn. It was found that there was not even an acre of fields around the village."

"Not only that, this village has green bricks and big tiles, everyone has enough cotton cloth, rice and food, and is richer than the average farmer's life. Where did their supplies come from? There are many strange things about Langya Mountain."

Xie Chenyuan pondered for a moment: "Why don't we go and see the bride who is about to marry the mountain god first."

"Okay." Wen Han had no objection.

The two walked out the door of the backyard and walked slowly.

From the outside, Langya Mountain is a peaceful and prosperous small village. There is no one on the path, and the thin mist shrouds this quiet mountain village.

Xie Chenyuan turned his head sideways, and saw that the window of the house on the right was suddenly closed, and at the same time, that line of sight disappeared.

Along the way, there were endless surveillance eyes. The men in the village hid in their houses and looked at the outsiders through the windows. Their eyes were silent and full of strangeness.

It feels completely different from last night.When they came to a small river, women were washing clothes by the river in twos and threes. There was a faint conversation, and when they saw outsiders, they quickly silenced, and even the sound of wooden sticks beating clothes disappeared.

"Excuse me, where is Miss Mu Shu's home? Yueyue has flowers to give her." Xie Chenyuan took a step forward, with an unparalleled handsome face, and asked in a polite and gentle voice.

"Ah, this..."

Several women looked at each other, and one of the younger women patted her belly uncomfortably. She glanced around and replied cautiously: "My lord, you go straight ahead. Turn right at the first turning and see an apricot tree, under the tree is her home."

"Thank you." Xie Chenyuan said thanks without stopping, and left with Wen Han.

Sure enough, not long after turning right, I saw a huge apricot tree, under the tree was a tile house, with two red lanterns hanging at the door, with the Chinese character "Happy" pasted on it.

Just as Wen Han was about to knock on the door, he heard his senior brother's voice.

Xie Chenyuan looked behind the apricot blossom tree: "Master is a Buddhist from the Cifo Temple. I smell the fragrance of the Golden Lotus Buddha."

Wen Han's gaze was like a sword, watching an old monk coming out from behind the apricot tree.

He has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, white beard and thin body. He is leaning on an ordinary Zen staff, and the cassock he is wearing has turned white and is patched. Sorry master of the Buddhist temple."

Wen Han: "..." It always sounds familiar.

Xie Chenyuan: "..." It seems to be the wandering master of the Buddhist disciples of the Cifo Temple.

Shen Zong, who had long been hidden and eavesdropped: "..."

This monk is not an ordinary person, and his dharma name is so different, why not call him sorry master.

Xie Chenyuan knew that the Golden Lotus Buddha Incense was a string of golden lotus beads from the Temple of the Mercy Buddha given to him by the sect leader when he was young. In fact, he had never even been to the Temple of the Mercy Buddha. He did not expect this sorry master... so sincere, it really is a monk who does not lie.

With a flash of thought, Xie Chenyuan's face was calm, wondering if the master came three days earlier than them, would he know some clues, so he asked: "The master hid under the apricot tree but came for the bride of the mountain god."

"Amitabha, that's right." I'm sorry, the master put his hands together, and said another Buddha's name to the tile house: "The two sword lords don't know something. The girl Mu Shu and her younger brother who live in this house don't want to marry the mountain god. , the people in the village saw that their parents were both dead, no one was taking care of the Buddha, and their younger brother was still suffering from congenital ignorance. Regardless of her wishes, the people in the village forced Mu Shu to become the bride of the mountain god on the day of the mountain god's sacrifice seven days later. .”

"If Miss Mu Shu refuses, both she and her stupid brother will be severely punished by the villagers."

"People in the world are ignorant, I should have the heart to save the world, to save those who can be saved, and those who cannot be saved, I can only let them see the Buddha." Sorry Master took out a crumpled book from the cuff of the worn cassock , said plainly: "I am merciful to the Buddha, and I believe that the Lord Buddha can influence them."

After Shen Zong heard this, he felt a little apprehensive for some reason, this is still a hard-core transcendence master.

After listening to the master's words, Xie Chenyuan was also suspiciously silent for a moment.

Wen Han even has a feeling that the filter is broken. Who in the Changsheng mainland doesn't know that the group of bald donkeys in the Cifo Temple like to babble, tirelessly preaching that others should start from the truth, goodness and beauty, and world peace depends on everyone. To a master who is so different.

If you can save labor and capital, you will be saved, and if you can't save labor and capital, you will be asked to see the Buddha. It is so straightforward that it makes people wonder if this sorry master is from the Temple of Mercy Buddha.