Qing Leng Master Rescue Plan

As a qualified Taoist cultivator, it is natural to roar when seeing injustice, and to act when it is time to act, rushing into Kyushu in a hurry!

Li Mingjue is suspicious, if those few fools go together at night, they will go to the lonely mountain to look for the Lao Shizi ghost.

Looking back, the mountain that went up vertically was carried down horizontally.Bao Buqi will be sucked dry by the female ghost.

So I started to follow the past to see what the origin of that female ghost was.

But just now the master shot to hurt people, those idiots ran so fast, and disappeared in a flash, Li Ming felt that he had to get close to the waiter in that shop.Trying to ask something out.

Li Mingjue called the man over with a smile on his face, patted the bench beside him, and invited the waiter to eat melon seeds together.

I don't know how many people from the south and north have come here to eat noodles, and the waiter in this shop is also a good person. Seeing Li Mingjue's attentive appearance, he knew that he was called to inquire about things.

Immediately, the score was set up, and the waiter in the shop flicked the handkerchief, and said with a smile: "Don't dare, the younger one is just a handyman, and you two are customers, how dare the younger one sit with the guests and crack sunflower seeds? The younger one Not worthy."

"If you say that, then I understand."

Li Mingjue didn't grow up eating wheat bran, so he turned his mind away and took out a night pearl from his waist - this thing was tricked from Yan Li before, and it happened to be useful.

"Do you think this is enough?"

Li Mingjue held the Ye Mingzhu between his fingers, deliberately swayed in front of the waiter until the waiter's eyes went straight, and kept saying that enough is enough.

"To be honest, my lord, don't look at the small ones as meddlers. In fact, within a hundred miles, nothing can be hidden from the eyes of the villain, that is, which old hen stops laying eggs, which family's dog Chun, you bullied someone else's dog, I know all about it!"

Li Mingjue pretended to respond: "Oh, I can't tell, you're still a young man."

"It's too much of a prize, it's just that you know more than others."

The shop clerk held the Ye Mingzhu in both hands, with a flattering smile on his face.

Seeing his wretched smile, Li Mingjue couldn't help but secretly said, indeed, the ancients never deceived me, money can make ghosts grind, and ghosts without money will not open the door.

But a luminous pearl immediately made the shop waiter smile like a turtle grandson from the side.

Li Mingjue didn't beat around the bush, and said bluntly: "Let's stop talking nonsense, do you recognize those big guys just now?"

"I know, I know, those big men are all local rogues from Wutou Village in front of them. They usually don't do anything serious, they just like to hang out in small groups and chat."

"What? Headless Village??? There are people with this name?" Li Mingjue asked in surprise, "The people in the village don't have any taboos?"

The waiter in the shop said: "It's not Wutou Village, it's Wutou Village. My lord, he straightened his tongue and said. The name of this village has a history. It used to be called Chrysanthemum Village. Because the village is rich in chrysanthemums, the government will send people every year. Come here, buy some chrysanthemums and go to Beijing."

"Because it is rich in chrysanthemums, is it called Chrysanthemum Village?"

What the hell is this? Even Li Mingjue, who has always claimed to be a genius, was a little surprised. He thought, fortunately, it is rich in chrysanthemums. If it is rich in cucumbers, wouldn't it be called Cucumber Village?

If there happened to be a lot of widows in the village, wouldn't it be called a widow village?

"Then why did you change your name later?" Jiang Xuanling asked.

Li Mingjue also said: "Yeah, why did it change to Wutou Village? It sounds really bad luck, but what is the origin?"

"In fact, there is no origin. Later, the chrysanthemums in the village stopped blooming, and the government didn't send people to come. The village stopped making a living, and everyone's hair turned white. So they named it Wutou Village, hoping to keep their hair black. Oily."

After such an explanation, Li Mingjue suddenly realized that it was such a thing, and he thought that something strange had happened, some kind of evil haunted him.

The waiter said: "The village has always been quite peaceful. Just the year before last, there was a widow in the village. One night, someone heard the widow's screams. They went to the door and saw that the widow was dead. Her head had been chopped off and she put it on the well cover. His hair was long, covering most of his face, revealing a pair of wide-open eyes, the blood was spilled from the house to the well..."

"vomit--"

Unfortunately, when Li Mingjue heard it, he actually had morning sickness. He hurriedly raised his hand and said, "Stop, stop! The details don't need to be so detailed."

Shop waiter: "Then the widow died."

"Gone?"

"Yes, he died."

"I know she's dead. Her head was cut off. She must be dead. I want to ask, who killed her?"

"Then I don't know. A widow is just a widow. All relatives are dead. The other lives in a dilapidated house. Who knows who killed her?"

The shop clerk didn't take it seriously, it can be seen that in his heart, the death of a widow is insignificant, anyway, he doesn't care, at most he just listens to it as a story.

"People from the government came to investigate and asked a few nearby villagers about the situation. Everyone said they didn't know, and then the matter was left alone."

The waiter at the shop paused when he said this, and looked around, seeing no one was looking, so he approached and said in a low voice: "But, I heard people said that the widow was killed by a man! "

Li Mingjue: "How do you play it? You can talk about it in detail."

"Mingjue," Jiang Xuanling frowned, "The dead are the greatest, so don't be disrespectful."

Li Mingjue said: "I know, but if you don't ask clearly, it's hard to judge whether it is a vendetta or a love killing."

"The widow is usually quite honest. After the death of her husband's family, she lived alone, and she didn't come out very often, and she didn't walk around with the women in the village. But I heard that she is in her thirties, she is still plump, and she looks good. , there are a lot of ruffians in the village, and they hang around near the widow's residence if they have nothing to do, and no one dares to take care of them."

As a result, Li Mingjue couldn't help but shook his head and sighed, secretly saying that he was pitiful, maybe the widow died at the hands of a local ruffian.

But killing people is nothing more than nodding their heads, and chopping off people's heads and putting them on the manhole cover is too cruel.

Whose ancestral grave did the widow dig up?He suffered such a murderous disaster.

"I don't know the details. In our village, widows have to keep festivals for their husband's family. They can't remarry for the rest of their lives. The widow also had a son who died at the age of three. Later, a strange disease occurred in the family. The slow ones all died, except the widow."

The waiter in the shop was talking, and he also sighed and said: "So everyone said that the widow's life was not good, she was too hard, and she killed her husband's family, not to mention her son."

After saying this, Li Mingjue immediately became unhappy.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, human nature, accident and tomorrow, who knows which will come first?

How can this crime be placed on a woman indiscriminately?It's not fair.

Why do you have to be a widow when your husband dies, and you are not allowed to remarry for life.

And when the wife dies, the man cries and howls twice, and the next day he marries another woman, has children, and a house full of children and grandchildren?

Li Mingjue said: "Without conclusive evidence, we shouldn't randomly put a hat on the widow's head, the dead are the worst."

The shop clerk was resentful and didn't say anything more.

Just for the sake of Ye Mingzhu's affection, he pointed out the way to Wutou Village for the two of them, and then went down happily.

Seeing that it was still early, Li Mingjue hurried to the village with Master to inquire about the situation before it was dark.

When it gets dark, things will be difficult to handle.

Following the inn's waiter's guidance, the two found Wutou Village smoothly. Surrounded by mountains, it is a small village. Although it is surrounded by mountains and rivers and surrounded by green plants, it is not a paradise.

On the contrary, yellow talismans are hung everywhere, door gods and demon mirrors are pasted on the door of every house, and there are no people in broad daylight, and the doors of every house are closed, and occasionally one or two women will look at them vigilantly Well, when Li Mingjue was about to ask a question, he immediately walked away in a hurry, it was really strange.

"It's strange, do the two of us look like bad guys? Why do we hide when we see us?"

Li Mingjue said indignantly: "There must be ghosts here, I can't guarantee that the female ghost in those people's mouths is the ghost of the widow, because her death is not clear, so revenge is coming."

This possibility cannot be ruled out, but Jiang Xuanling has never advocated making wild guesses before the conclusion is reached, and he does not want to make any further comments. He just said: "Since there is no one to ask, we can only investigate on our own."

When Li Mingjue heard this, he immediately took out the compass that he had brought from Senior Brother Gu, and activated it with spiritual power, and the pointer on the compass immediately started to spin.

Then he pointed in one direction and stopped slowly.

The two looked at each other, without talking nonsense, they chased in the direction guided by the compass, left Wutou Village, and went up to the lonely mountain.

This lonely mountain is full of dense jungles, filled with thick fog, and it is easy to get trapped in it.

Li Mingjue knew that he was holding a child in his arms now, so it was not good to use too much spiritual power, as if there might be a fight later, he couldn't do it, so he could only watch from the sidelines.

In order to prevent the two from getting separated, Li Mingjue pulled Jiang Xuanling's sleeve and walked closely to the master at every step, holding the compass in one hand, and said in his mouth: "Master, don't get separated from me, I have Compass, you don’t have one, it’s too foggy here, be careful to get lost.”

Jiang Xuanling raised his eyes and glanced at him. In fact, he can tell the direction without a compass.But for the sake of Li Mingjue's safety, he refused to take half a step away.

I don't know how long we walked forward, but the fog in the mountain not only didn't dissipate at all, but also became thicker, to the point where we couldn't see each other's face clearly when we stood face to face.

Not only that, there was a gust of wind blowing from nowhere, and there was a strange babbling sound in the thick fog, which made people shudder.

Just when the compass in his hand turned, Li Mingjue looked in the direction of the pointer, and saw that the pointer, which looked like a mad dog just now, was pointing at him impartially.

It was suddenly cold and bitter behind him.