Su Yiwen Lingzhao

    But in just a moment, that blaze disappeared.

    Uncle Yong pondered for a while, then turned to the girl in uniform behind him and said, "Miss, in the depths of the white pine forest before, there seemed to be people haunting."

    "Someone?"

    The girl in uniform didn't have any fear, but instead showed curiosity, "So, there are people like us who came to this Ghost Mother Mountain earlier?"

    "It should be."

    Uncle Yong said solemnly.

    "That's interesting."

    Su Yi frowned slightly, but didn't say anything in the end.

    Immediately, the group changed direction and walked towards the white pine forest in the distance.

    This is already halfway up the mountainside of Guimu Ridge. There are weeds that submerge the knees all the way, and there is no way to find a way.

    Guo Bing waved his hunting knife, chopped grass to clear his way, and said with a smile, "In the daytime, that ruined temple is quite safe, but at night, you have to be careful."

    Soon, a group of people entered the area covered by the white pine forest.

    The pine trees are towering, the branches cover the sky, and there are white mists.

    There are thick rotten leaves on the ground, giving off a stench.

    Suddenly, Guo Bing, who was walking at the forefront, stumbled. If Su Yi hadn't grabbed his arm immediately, he would have almost tripped.

    When Guo Bing saw something that stumbled on his feet, his face changed suddenly.

    It was a skull buried in rotten leaves, stained with stains and dust, and its empty eye sockets looked at the sky.

    At first glance, it's creepy.

    "Let's go."

    Su Yi only glanced at him and then retracted his gaze.

    As for Uncle Yong and the others, they all looked very calm and calm.

    It's just a skull, it's nothing to the warriors who have gone through countless **** fights.

    You can continue to move forward for a while, and Su Yi has a meal.

    On the high branches of a white pine tree in the distance, there are hundreds of shriveled human-shaped skin bags, densely packed.

    There are men, women and children in those skins, and there is only one human skin left, each with their hair disheveled, terrifyingly dead, and in this gloomy and gray atmosphere, they appear to be particularly permeable.

    "This..."

    Uncle Yong's pupils dilated, obviously shocked by this strange and gloomy scene.

    The girl in uniform couldn't help but froze, and said in shock: "What the **** is this?"

    The nearby guards all held their swords tightly, guarding the vicinity of the girl in uniform, with a solemn expression.

    Guo Bing was so frightened that he was trembling all over, his face was pale, and he said in a trembling voice: "Xiao Lao... This is the first time Xiao Lao has seen such a scene, why not... Let's leave?"

    "Don't be afraid, it's just some dead corpses."

    Su Yi casually comforted him.

    Uncle Yong suddenly said: "If my guess is correct, these corpses were eaten by ghost corpses when they were alive. In this world, only the yin evil gate will support this kind of sinister poison. thing!"

     "Didn't the Yin Demon Gate perish long ago?"

    The girl in military uniform stood upright.

      He hid early and got away with it."

    Uncle Yong said solemnly, "In recent years, some **** and evil things have happened in some places in Dazhou, which are suspected to be related to Yinshamen. In other words, in today's Dazhou In the Zhou territory, this yin evil gate has faintly resurgence."

    After a pause, he frowned and said, "Look at the corpses on the hanging trees here. Although the skins have been eroded by wind and rain, they are still well preserved. Obviously, they died here in recent years."

    The girl in uniform changed her face slightly, and said, "So, there is a possibility that there are demons from Yinshamen on this Guimu Mountain?"

    Uncle Yong said warmly: "You don't have to be afraid, miss, these evil cultivators are like mice crossing the street, they only dare to hide in the poor mountains and rivers, and they can't make a climate."

    The girl in uniform gritted her teeth and said, "Uncle Yong, I suspect that the ruined temple in the depths of this white pine forest has most likely become the stronghold of the Yinshamen demons. I want to go and see, If it is true, we will level the place, and it can be regarded as acting for heaven and eliminating harm for the people!"

    Su Yi couldn't help but be surprised.

    He didn't see that this unruly girl in uniform had such courage and mind.

    "Good."

    Uncle Yong nodded in agreement.

    Although Guo Bing is extremely resistant to this risky move, seeing that Su Yi has no objection, he can only bite the bullet and move on.

    Not long after passing through the forest with the dead skins hanging from the branches, I could vaguely see a building standing in the white mist in the distance.

    When you get close, you can see clearly. The building is dilapidated and old, and the vicinity is full of weeds and vines. It looks like a temple indeed.

    "It's true that people have been frequenting this place recently."

    Uncle Yong saw at a glance that in front of the stone steps of the ruined temple, a path for walking was cleared among the lush weeds.

    "Be careful everyone."

    Uncle Yong exhorted and headed towards the ruined temple.

    Entering the gate of the broken temple, it is a deserted courtyard, the statues collapsed and the weeds spread.

    In front of the courtyard, is a hall that is in disrepair and is on the verge of collapse. The red lacquer is peeling off, the windows and doors are broken, and it looks desolate.

    "Who?"

    When Su Yi and his party just arrived, a cold voice came from the hall.

    Following, a figure rushed out.

    When he saw Su Yi, Uncle Yong and others, the old man's expression changed suddenly, he immediately pulled out a bone flute around his waist and blew it hard.

    "woohoo!"

    "Die!"

    Uncle Yong's face sank, he drew his sword in his hand with a clanging sound, and jumped across the ground.

    Shhh!

    The skinny old man turned and fled into the hall, but he was half a step slower.

    Pop!

    The skinny old man fell to the ground and hissed, "You can't leave alive!"

    The voice is still echoing, and he is exhausted.

    Uncle Yong stepped forward, picked up the bone flute left by the skinny old man on the ground, looked at it a little, and frowned.

    "Uncle Yong, is this old guy a demon from Yinshamen?"

    The girl in uniform came hurriedly with those guards, and when she saw the body on the ground, she seemed a little disappointed, "It seems too weak to stop Uncle Yong's knife."

    "This is just a little guy, a role at the level of meat refining."

    Uncle Yong frowned and said, "However, he played the bone flute just now, obviously asking for help. There are probably other people from the Yin Shamen in this nearby area." "What are you afraid of, there is courage Uncle is here, come and kill a few."

    The girl in military uniform doesn't care.

    Immediately, she frowned and saw that Su Yi had walked into the hall and was looking at a statue in the center of the hall, as if she didn't care what happened just now.

    She opened her slender legs, rushed over angrily, and asked: "Hey, don't you know that we saved your life just now, you don't say thank you, and you still have a leisurely heart. care about this?"

    Su Yi was startled and said, "Save my life?"

    "Isn't it? If you didn't follow us, would you still dare to come here? Even if you dare to come, you will be killed by the demons of the Yin Shamen, and you will be made into a skin bag and hung on the treetops!"

    The girl in uniform stared at her beautiful eyes, sarcastically.

    Su Yi's expression was calm, and he said casually: "Remember, it was you who followed me and Mr. Guo, not us. ."

    Speaking, he walked towards the other side of the hall.

    There are many problems with this girl.

    For example, bad temper, arrogant words, playful temperament, bossy and so on.

    But not so bad.

    Su Yi is not going to be serious because of some spats.

    No.

    Not far away, the girl in uniform stared at Su Yi's figure, her chest was surging with anger, her pretty face was covered in frost, and her crystal teeth were gritted.

    However, Su Yi's words made her unable to refute.

    In the distance, Uncle Yong, who had a panoramic view of this scene, was also a little unhappy.

    In any case, Su Yi walking with them, invisibly taking a huge advantage.

    After all, if they weren't there, if he was alone, he would have encountered many dangers along the way.

    "This kid looks very smart, but he doesn't seem to see how noble the lady's identity is until now. Otherwise, I'm afraid I wouldn't dare to quarrel with the lady like this."

    Uncle Yong shook his head secretly, no longer thinking about it.

    He also knows that the young people today have higher eyes than the others, and their hearts are very high.

    Su Yi's reaction is not surprising.

    After all, if you are not angry, you can still be called a young man?

    The inside of the hall has obviously been cleaned, and it is relatively clean, and there is no cobweb dust.

    In the center stood a statue with its back to the gate, but there was no head.

    However, on both sides of the hall, Su Yi discovered some strokes.

    "Seeing that all living beings are suffering, wanting to preach and teach, and save all living beings? Although the idea is good, it is a pity that this temple has been in ruins for many years, and now it has become a haunted place of ghosts and monsters, except for Buddhism. Baoguang's reappearance, how desolate."

    Su Yi was deeply moved.

    In the great wilderness of Kyushu, Buddhism is prosperous, sitting in one state, the disciples are numerous, and the incense will last forever.

    In the secular kingdom of Dazhou, the Buddhist monks seem to be living very badly...

    At the same time, seeing the girl in uniform was still angry, her pretty face was sullen, a guard quietly approached, and asked in a low voice:

    "Miss, should I wait to clean up this kid? Or just kill him, anyway, no one in the wilderness will know how he died."

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    ps: I will wait for it to be delivered. There are a few unsatisfactory places that need to be refined, and it will be done before 7 o'clock~