Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

It is probably unitary time.

The Taoist priest with short hair walked alone on the lush village road.

The setting sun shone dimly, and the red glow filled the edges of the sky and the earth.

After resting for a night, I hadtily buried the body this morning, and went down the mountain to look for the village. I didn't see a few people who could breathe on the road, winding all the way around, and it came to this moment without paying attention.

The moment when demons and ghosts become active.

The Japanese seem to call this "Time of the Devil". Hey, it's just the alternation of day and night, and Demon's awakening.

Li Changan stopped.

On the road ahead is a stone monument with the three words "Xiahe Village" inscribed on it.

Are you there yet?

If you look carefully at the stele, the base is a basalt with a turtle body and a snake-tailed body. Many ropes are tied to the stele, and a red cloth full of charms is hung on the ropes.

This is a "town monument". In this world where demons are rampant, many villages have similar things to stop some weak demons and ghosts. This is similar to the worship of the city **** and the land, and worship at four o'clock.

But the joss sticks on the monument have already burned out, leaving only some bamboo sticks inserted in the sludge-like incense ash.

Li Changan retracted his gaze and turned to look around the surrounding fields.

No one is working in the fields, and weeds compete to cover up scattered crops. At the end of the road, a small village lay in the afterglow of the setting sun, no smoke, no sound.

He suddenly had some bad feelings about this trip.

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The closer to this village, the more obvious the village's shortcomings.

Not to mention the traces of human smoke, there are no roosters or dogs barking.

Li Changan stood still at the entrance of the village, a little hesitant.

"Oh! The distinguished guest has finally arrived!"

Suddenly, an old voice rang in his ears, and Li Changan followed the sound, but it was an old man who turned out under the old tree at the entrance of the village.

VIP? Me?

Li Changan was a little puzzled, he clasped his fists to quarrel.

"Lao Zhang?"

The old man also said politely: "The little old man is a man in this village, and he has been waiting for a long time here!"

"I have already prepared a banquet for the Dao Chief, please come with me."

As he said, he stretched his hand forward. His hand came out of his sleeve, but he was quickly caught by his sleeve and concealed it. With a startled glance, Li Changan saw that the back of his hand was full of swelling and blistering. Is this... a burn?

After such a short time, the sun has sunk into the western mountains, and only some glowing rays remain in the western sky. It was not early, and Li Changan simply followed, but wanted to see what moths could be produced.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the village, the old man suddenly clapped his hands and shouted.

"Everyone is not coming to meet the distinguished guests."

When the voice fell, many villagers suddenly poured out from each cottage.

They brought the old and the young to see Li Changan one by one.

"The villain is called Mao Wu..."

"The villain is called Mao Lu..."

...

The weird thing is that they have to be introduced clearly one by one, as if they were afraid that the Taoist priest would leave any one behind.

The Taoist priest is not a man of arrogance, so he can only respond one by one when he sees this.

During the period, Li Changan saw that the villagers, young and old, had burn marks on the backs of their hands, and even ulcerated in severe cases. However, there was no time to inquire and was overwhelmed by more respectful greetings.

He was still a little dizzy, and without paying attention, he was dragged to a large courtyard with a large house in front of which the eaves stretched far. The old man took Li Changan and sat under the eaves. After a while, someone came to set up two low tables, and the old man took Li Changan to sit down together.

Then, there was a constant stream of people, many tables arranged in the courtyard, and melons, fruits, wine and meat were served, and people took their seats in order.

When I came back to my senses, I could only see the crowds in the courtyard, men and women, old and young, mixed together. A few more children were chasing and playing, which caused the adults to reprimand softly.

It turned out to be a village banquet.

Li Changan tilted his head to look at the old man. The old man looked at the boy in the courtyard with a white beard trembling with a smile. He raised his hip flask and drank himself.

Looking at his desk again, it is as good as other desks in the courtyard, and the supply is abundant. Only Li Changan was the one sitting at the top. The table was deserted and there was only a jug and a glass.

He didn't get annoyed either, just opened the lid of the pot, put it under his nose and smelled it, not wine, but white water.

suddenly.

The noise in his ear stopped abruptly, and Li Changan raised his head.

The night breeze pushed away the floating clouds, revealing the waning moon and casting a clear brilliance.

Under the sorrowful moonlight, there were no living people in the banquet, only headless corpses.

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"Do not misunderstand the Taoist commander, I am not waiting for trouble."

The moonlight was hidden by the eaves and could not shine on the old man, so he still maintained the appearance of a living person. Seeing Li Changan's expression indifferent, he had put his hand on the hilt of the sword, and quickly explained.

After speaking, he clapped his hands. A man emerged from the pile of carrion. This man was different from the carrion. His head stayed on his neck, but his coat was soaked in blood. He must be a ghost.

He walked into the court and knelt down towards Li Changan.

"I have seen En gong, thank you En gong for burying my wife and children."

The man raised his head, but it was Mao Fengnian who was buried by Li Changan himself. Seeing this, Li Changan's expression eased a little, and he asked:

"When did you come back."

"Just last night."

"Have you found your wife and children?"

"For the blessing of procrastination, the family is also reunited."

As he said, he beckoned to the group of "people" next to him, and the headless ghosts let out a way, and a woman walked out of it, holding a child in her hands.

The child was very scared of life and kept hiding behind the woman until the couple squatted down and whispered in their ears a few times before vaguely saying, "Thank you, grandfather."

Afterwards, he hid in his mother's arms again, but tilted his head, revealing the round face and the "rich mole" on his forehead, but it looked good, but it was a pity...

Seeing this family stand together and enjoy themselves, it doesn't seem to be a pity. A chaotic person may not be able to be a reunion ghost.

After a moment of emotion, Li Changan asked again: "Where are the second elders?"

Mao Fengnian replied respectfully: "Without face, I dare not see the nobles."

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The family retired with a smile. Li Changan was suddenly envious. He poured another cup of water in a pot and drank it in one sip. The coolness gave birth to warmth.

He put down the cup, and the old man laughed beside him:

"I am waiting for someone in the dark, there is nothing to serve guests, is this pot of Qingshui Daochang still used to drinking it?"

"How could'Chuyang Chaolu' be just pure water?"

Li Changan said with a smile.

In this world, the water that is most suitable for making tea, decoction and applying charms is called rootless water, and the best in rootless water is this'first sun morning dew', as the name implies, it is collected after the first ray of sunlight is cast in the morning. The morning dew.

Since ancient times, the **** crows and dawns, and hundreds of ghosts evade. The whole reason is that this first ray of sunlight is a sharp sword that cuts through the day and night and cuts off the yin and yang. This group of ghosts braved the morning light to burn and collect such a pot of morning dew.

Give courtesy to others, you must ask for something.

Li Changan put down the wine glass, turned to face the old man, and said calmly:

"Lao Zhang, please speak up if you have something to do, and do what you can."

Hearing this, Lao Zhang put away the smile on his face, he pondered for a while, and slowly said:

"The Taoist leader really has eyes like a torch."

At this time, a series of "plops" sounded under the court. The crowd of headless ghosts all left the table and bowed to the ground.

Li Changan turned his gaze back, the old man had moved away from the case, and he was sitting on his knees with his waist straight.

"The dead have nothing to ask for, but they cannot be reincarnated without their bodies and souls."

As he said, the old man bowed himself down and bowed.

"Long Wangdao pity, get my head back for me."