Sword cuts mountains and rivers

Ye Wanqing was not very sober at first, but after hearing what Xue Lan read out, she became sober. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the paper in Xue Lan's hand, which he took down at the altar.

He only knew a few characters on it, so he managed to concentrate and asked, "Do you know the characters on it?"

Xue Lan: "Yes, this is a ghost world character."

"It's taboo for monks to be enshrined. On this paper is Xiao Junlan, who appeared here again," Xue Lan paused, "There are two possibilities, either he is responsible for this place, or someone wants to frame him. He, what kind does the prince think it will be?"

Ye Wanqing wanted to know with his brain was the second type, and emotionally hoped was the first type. He took the note back from Xue Lan's hand and closed his eyes.

"I don't know which one it is. I'll keep this note, maybe it's a clue."

Xue Lan looked down at him, inspected his face for a while, and said slowly, "It seems that the son is more inclined to the first type. If he thinks it is the second type, he will not deliberately keep it."

It was raining heavily outside, and Ye Wanqing felt a dull pain in his abdomen. He held his abdomen through his clothes with his fingertips, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He curled up in Xue Lan's arms, unable to speak in pain.

Xue Lan's voice was blurred in his ears. The first type, he thought vaguely, was indeed the case... Even if he knew it was the second type, he didn't mind pushing the boat along. If this note is handed over to Xianmen, Xiaojunlan Will definitely be checked.

He opened his mouth, his throat seemed to be blocked, he couldn't speak a word, dense cold sweat came out of his forehead, and only the sound of rain and thunder intertwined in his ears.

The boy's eyes were closed tightly, and his fingertips were clenched tightly. Xue Lan looked down slightly and noticed that the boy was biting his tongue again. He squeezed the boy's jaw, forcing the boy to open his mouth, and the smell of blood gushed out instantly.

"Mom... I'm in pain."

Xue Lan's fingertips paused slightly, his robe was draped over the young man, his dark eyes were covered by eyelashes, and he put the fire jade on the young man, allowing the temperature of the young man's body to rise slowly.

With the sound of rain crackling, Xue Lan leaned against the boy's ear and said a few words softly, his voice was low and inaudible, and was drowned in the rain curtain with the wind.

It rained all night, Ye Wanqing opened her eyes the next day, the first thing she did was to check the note, the ink on the note was not ordinary ink, it was written with ghost blood, the process of making ghost blood Very complicated.

Ye Wanqing touched the paper from his sleeve, and he took it out to make sure before he was relieved. The opposite Xue Lan leaned against the wall and meditated. He didn't know when he woke up, and his eyes were on him.

"Thank you yesterday, I am prone to fever when it rains."

Fever is easy to get, but not easy to get rid of. Ye Wanqing can't figure out why the problems of the previous life still fall on this life. Maybe it is a heart disease, and it is not so easy to get rid of.

Xue Lan got up, said "it's okay", and after a while thought it over, "The prince was talking in his sleep last night."

"I heard that the prince has been calling for senior brother, so I answered twice, and after the reply, the prince stopped making trouble."

Ye Wanqing looked into Xue Lan's eyes, and he saw himself in it. An inexplicable strangeness emerged in his heart, and he said slowly, "I can't say these two words when I have a fever, you are hallucinating." ?”

"At most, I can call mother and master."

Ye Wanqing had no expression on her face, "I don't know how to call out the word Senior Brother."

He didn't admit it, and Xue Lan didn't say much. Ye Wanqing was a little upset on the road ahead. He took off his coat halfway yesterday, and now he didn't have the patience to put it on. Xue Lan came to help him tie it.

Xue Lan tied a bow on his clothes, and the bows on both sides were neatly tied, it looked like it was folded in half, and every inch was very neat.

The two of them went out together, there were many plants growing in the shade forest, and some of them could be used to weave things, Ye Wanqing pulled one up, he was clumsy and couldn't do these things well, until he joined the disciples from the outer peak, he hand Lidu is still holding grass.

Seeing those disciples, he handed the weaving grass to Xue Lan, and then went to the disciples.

"Ji Shizi!"

Almost all of their disciples from the outer peak were together, and seeing Ye Wanqing was a little surprised, and asked him for information in a hurry.

"Ji Shizi, where did you come from? Is there anything wrong with you?"

Ye Wanqing: "From Beishan, there is a village on my side, but the villagers inside were all killed, so I only found these from inside."

He showed them the pamphlet, and the other party told him about their information.

"It's similar to our side. There are only a few families that survived. The surviving is thanks to the evil spirit spell of Xiaojian God. Xiaojian God is really kind and benevolent. Generally, no one would make evil spirit charms for every family... "

"That's right, I didn't believe it when I heard that Xiao Jianshen was kind-hearted, but now, looking at those famous monks, who can do this..."

"Those two families are old and young. If it weren't for Xiao Jianshen's spell, maybe now..."

There is no need to say the rest of the words, all the disciples understand what it means.

"The clues we're looking for are also related to the temple in the Yin Forest. Let's go in before dark. It's not good for us when it gets dark. We might be trapped in the Yin Forest."

Ye Wanqing agreed very much, and then he silently followed behind the crowd, occasionally Xue Lan would show up.

His weaving grass was in Xue Lan's place. It was originally a bunch of weaving grass. Later, when it appeared in Xue Lan's hands, it became a small animal, a little rabbit and a little fox, with their tails entwined and lined up in a row.

Ye Wanqing took a look and then looked away. When a disciple came to talk to him, he lowered his eyes and remained silent. He didn't react until the disciple called him for the second time.

"Ji Shizi, we discussed it just now, two people go in, how about me and you?"

Ye Wanqing gave a nonchalant hum, he didn't think it mattered who he was with, and he was watching Xue Lan's direction vaguely out of the corner of his eyes, a little lost in thought.

"We'll go in after the people inside come out."

Ye Wanqing nodded. He saw that the disciples were divided into two groups, and one group of disciples took the lead to go in, but they didn't come out for a while.

From the outside, this dilapidated temple looks no different from an ordinary ruined temple. The rich door is half open, the stone steps are covered with moss, and the red lanterns are broken on the ground, full of a desolate and deserted atmosphere.

The place is very quiet, the first group of disciples went in for a while and did not come out, some disciples got impatient.

"What's the matter, why haven't you come out yet?"

"Shall we go in and have a look?"

After discussing with several disciples, they sent a second group of disciples in, and then the second group of disciples also disappeared, and there was no movement.

"Is there anything in there?"

A gust of cold wind blew, and some disciples shivered, "I feel that this place is very evil, should we go in and have a look?"

"Still continue to wait here until they come out."

"You can't leave them alone."

In the face of the lives of their fellow disciples, they resolutely chose the lives of their fellow disciples. After all, human lives are important, so they kept two of them, and the rest went in together.

"If we don't come out within half an hour, you can inform Senior Sister Hongyue to let them come over."

Although it is a trial, their lives are still the first. Hongyue also said that if something happens, they should crush the token immediately, and then they will be directly sent out of the secret realm.

"They won't crush the tokens after entering..."

Ye Wanqing went in with several disciples. The moment he stepped into the hall, the surroundings became quiet, as if he was the only one left here.

The surrounding disciples all disappeared, and the light in front of Ye Wanqing was dim. Rather than saying that it was a ruined temple, it was more like a huge grotto, with a huge relief statue in front of it.

It's just that the statue is a little weird, it looks kind and friendly, but it reveals weirdness in every place, with a smile that is not a smile, with a bit of a dark atmosphere.

Ye Wanqing understood why those disciples had no news, he turned his head to look, and the temple gate behind him had disappeared and turned into a stone wall.

They separated.

"I'm still here." Xue Lan's figure appeared, and the grass in his hand was woven into a lamp, with a wick in the middle, which can be used as a candle.

Ye Wanqing stared at the statue, always feeling a little uncomfortable, but he couldn't tell what was wrong, and when he looked closer, he realized something was wrong.

The body of the statue is huge. From a distance, it looks like it is wearing armor. From a close view, it looks like a combination of countless densely packed human faces. The statue is a relief, half of which is in the wall, and the whole looks like it is about to break free from the stone wall.

Those people had painful faces and hideous expressions, floating on the surface of the god statue's skin, making people feel scalp numb when looking at them.

"This is the copper and silver god, not an orthodox statue, but one of the twelve evil gods under the ghost throne."

Xue Lan came to him and asked him, "My lord, guess what are those vines connected to the copper and silver gods."

There are countless tree trunks inserted into the body of the Copper and Silver God, and those tree trunks drilled into the body of the Copper and Silver God from the cracks in the top, looking as if they were going to absorb and devour the Copper and Silver God.

Without waiting for him to answer, Xue Lan gave the answer, "That is the wood spirit lock, which binds the copper and silver gods with the aura of the spiritual veins of all things in the world."

Ye Wanqing divided half of her thoughts to other places. This statue is called the God of Copper and Silver, and Luoxiao City is rich in copper and silver, so it is easy to think of it together.

"The truth here is not difficult to imagine. You can find it here even in the secret realm. Does your son know why this place has not been discovered so far?"

Ye Wanqing: "Because there is no return."

The answer is too easy. The densely packed human faces on the statue may be the disciples who were buried here, and they all became the nourishment of the copper and silver gods.

Ye Wanqing tried to use his spiritual power to contact the disciples outside, but he couldn't use his spiritual power at all. It seemed that this place had been cut off from the outside world.

"My son, we need to go out within a day, otherwise we will also become the nourishment of the copper and silver gods."

Ye Wanqing looked at Xue Lan when she heard the words, Xue Lan had a gentle voice, no matter what time she was, she always looked calm and calm, as if she was not worried at all.

"There will be evil spirits passing by in the village every day, and it must be the evil spirits here." He replied as usual, with an inaudible tone.

Needless to say one day, it only takes half a day. At night, when the ghosts walk in the night, there is only one dead end waiting for them.

The two of them walked around this huge grotto, which seemed to be a completely enclosed space, but there were several caves. Before entering the caves, they could smell blood, and there were a few dead bones scattered inside.

Instead, Xue Lan finally found the coffin in a cave. The coffin had a strong smell of death, which left them with a way out.

The evil will not spare the living things, but the dead ones.

Towards night, faint lights lit up in the grotto, like countless fireflies gathering together, those human faces began to surge densely, and the whole grotto was filled with soaring resentment.

Ye Wanqing and Xue Lan hid in the coffin before dark.

The coffin was not made according to the size of a normal person, the two of them could move around, Ye Wanqing occupied one corner, Xue Lan occupied the other corner.

There are evil whispers outside, echoing the memories of those souls, all kinds of voices gather together, and there is a crisp and immature voice in my ears.

"Brother Junlan, with the evil talisman, will there be no evil spirits here?"

"When will you come over next time?"

"Why do you say that you don't want to come here again... because where you go means something will happen? But I want to see you. You are different from those monks. No one has put pigtails on me before, and no one has treated my grandfather. , and no one will care about the life and death of our village."

"Brother Junlan, if one day I die...can you bury me and grandpa together?"