There will always be 3

"Then try, and I'll bet with you that if you can't go out, you have to give me all the rest of your things. For example, your cordyceps.

"Why didn't you say anything? What would you give me if I could go out?" I think this old guy is too shrewd.

"This is unnecessary. You can't go out." The old monk leaned proudly against the chair.

"Why is the door closed? Who is this man outside?"

Feng Jiu pushed the door and came in at this time. Fortunately, he pushed the door in, otherwise I would probably spit on the old monk's face.

"A boring fly." The old monk got up, reluctant to leave the tea, and poured the rest of the cordyceps and tea leaves in the quilt into his mouth, leaving no drop.

"It's disgusting." Fengjiu put aside his body.

"The little doll doesn't know how to cherish things. She will be a beggar in her next life." The monk didn't mind going out. As soon as he went out, he was hugged by the man outside the door.

"Master, help me." The man hugged the old monk's thigh and wiped all his nose and tears on the monk's trousers.

"I can't save you if you don't tell the truth." The old monk tried his best to pull out his legs, but there was nothing he could do. The man grabbed so tightly that the old monk couldn't get out without taking off his trousers.

"I said..." The man's head couldn't wait to say: "I'm sorry, they are not good. They have to pester me. I can't help it. I can't help it..." With that, the man let go of the monk's trousers, hugged his head, and said to himself desperately.

"Okay, no need to explain. I won't help you." The monk didn't know what kind of body he used to get out or leave coldly.

"You can help me." When the man saw that he couldn't catch the monk, he shifted the target to us.

"I'm not free." Feng Jiu closed the door in front of the man and closed the man outside.

When Qin saw me unhappy, he asked, "What's wrong?"

"The old monk said that the town where I can't get out is weird." I looked into Qin Zhu's eyes and said.

"It's impossible. Brother Zhuo and I can drive out to buy." Feng Jiu interrupted Qin Yu, who was about to speak.

"I want to have a try." I said what I thought.

"Why don't you leave at night?" Qin Yu said.

"Hmm."

In my spare time here, I wrote a lot of symbols. Set it up for later use.

We didn't start to leave until nightfall, and Qin and Fengjiu had to follow. Just walk in the direction they usually go out.

Walking slowly, holding a flashlight in his hand. Seeing that I was about to leave town, my heart was also raised, afraid that I would not be able to get out.

One step, two steps... Finally, I stepped out of the archway at the gate of the town. I just wanted to say that what the old monk said is not the same. Didn't I come out yet?

But soon I couldn't make a sound. Because I went back to the moment when I was about to walk out of the archway, and Qin Yu and Qin Fengjiu were gone. I knew it was going to be bad.

"I told you that you can't get out."

Suddenly, the voice of the old monk came from behind.

"Did you do it?"

I knew it wasn't him, but I was still angry with him. He took out the spell in his hand and was about to attack him.

"Don't do it, isn't it obvious? You can't get out." The old monk waved his hand helplessly.

"Then why are you following me?" I said angrily.

"Let's see if you can get out." The old monk is full of regret.

"Are you stuck here all your life?" I regained my composure.

"Almost. This place is very strange. Our so-called spells do not exist, and your spells are probably not very useful, and your soul knives can't be sacrificed.

"Why is it impossible? I'll sacrifice it out to show you." Fengjiu and the others didn't know when they came back to me and said they were going to sacrifice the soul knife. But...

"What's going on? Old monk, what the hell are you doing?"

Fengjiu can't sacrifice soul weapons.

What does it have to do with me? You go home with me, and I'm slowly explaining it to you?" The monk sent us an invitation.

"What should I do?" Qin Su asked.

"Keep up." I said decisively, afraid that he would eat us.

"What happened to you just now?" I asked Qin Su on the way.

"I don't know exactly. After I went out with Fengjiu, I found that you were not by my side, so I turned back to you and found that you and the monk were confronting." Qin Su made a long story short.

"Did you suddenly find that I was missing?" Oh, ask.

"It suddenly disappeared. I came to my senses and had walked for a while." Qin Yu said.

"So you didn't know for a while, it was blank, but it was mobile?" I said my analysis: "Forget it, I'll think about it later."

When I got to the monk's house, I didn't expect that the monk's house was really good, at least much better than the shabby house I lived in. A big Buddha is on the main wall of the door.

Golden body.

I didn't expect this old monk to be very rich.

"Find your own place to sit." The old monk was not polite and directly asked us to sit down, without looking at where there was a place to do a censlu in the middle except for a few futons on the ground.

We casually picked a futon and sat down. The old monk didn't know what to do when he entered the inner room.

Finally, he came out scolding, put some dry yellow branches into the incense burner and burned.

"You are so lucky. I still have a little phoenix wood here. I'll give you a smell." The old monk's tone was quite sour and rotten.

"Don't bully people and don't know the goods. Isn't the phoenix tree a sycamore tree? Isn't that much?" I despise him, and the sycamore tree is also stingy.

"Bai Bai, you don't know the goods. Take a closer look at what's in this fire?"

Under the guidance of the monk, I reluctantly looked at it.

The flames came up, and there was no difference.

"It's no different."

"I don't know the goods. This is the branch on the sycamore tree where the real phoenix stays. Every time I took a bath with Phoenix. The flames are colorful like the tail of a phoenix. These seven colors represent the color of life and are the most primitive colors.

"Faling, red, yellow and green are the three primary colors, phoenix or something. Old monk, what do you think?" Feng Jiu asked his brother for support: "Brother Zhuo, isn't it?"

"Your family has dragons, why don't you allow others to have phoenixes?" The old monk asked Feng Jiu.

"Where is the dragon in our house..." Feng Jiu also wanted to argue.

"Senior, I don't know what identity I am?" At this time, Qin Ju stood up and bowed to the old monk.

"Me?" The old monk pointed to himself: "No name and no surname, don't mind."

"Why can't you get out?" I interrupted the greeting between them. No matter what his identity is, I am now in prison.

"I knew there was such a thing before I came here, but I was very proud of myself, so I still came in. There are 99 families here. Horizontal and vertical, 50 horizontally and 50 vertically.

"That's not right, it's an impossible number." Fengjiu raised questions that we all have doubts about.

"Yes, there are 25 households in all directions, but there is a shady house in the middle. One yin and one yang cancel each other out. So there are 99 households." The monk explained.

"Isn't it possible to go out in the middle?"

"Your sense of smell is really sensitive. Over the years, I have explored countless places that are the most mysterious, which may be the reason why this place is so special. That's a Yizhuang, but it's weird. I haven't figured it out several times. You have also seen that all the people here are not easy to mess with. They all know something.

"You mean I have to go to Yizhuang if I want to go out?" I asked.

"You don't have to go, but you have to find out this place."

"Oc, let's go now?" I'm going to leave when I stand up.

"Don't worry. This Yizhuang is not something you can see when you meet. Only the ghost festival belt can appear every year. At this time, one person will die every year, and the dead person will be put into Yizhuang. The monk said.

"Isn't that 98 households?" Fengjiu's brain turns quickly.

99 people came to the north. After coming, there will be 100 people, tomorrow will be Ghost Festival, and one will die in 99 households.

"It's true." I have nothing to say.

"Today is just me for one night. I'll tell you what to pay attention to." The monk retained us.

"Okay, let's talk about it." I can hold my anger.

"Remember that only physical power can be used in this town, and everything else is not good."

"You have said this many times, but I don't have any kung fu and can't do martial arts."

I said that I was completely useless.

"I can see that you have no advantages except that you are physically strong." The old monk satirized me.

"Give yourself something to protect yourself." I said, "You must have something good, right?"

"You are really discerning. I have a magic wand here." The monk took an old dead tree root from the offering table at the foot of the Buddha statue and handed it to me.

"Is there only one?" I don't like the bad feel of the root, and it's too diaphragmatic to hold it in my hand.

"You can be satisfied. They can't use it. They can't see and can't enter Yizhuang." The monk continued: "Only the owner of the recognized house here will see Yizhuang. They can't see it."

"That's it. Have a good rest, especially Beibei and prepare for tomorrow." After saying that, the monk went to read the scriptures.

"Show me for nothing." Feng Jiu grabbed the magic wand and observed it carefully.

"There's nothing to see." He studied for a long time and returned it to me.

"There's nothing to see. Why do you watch it for so long? Do you have a dagger? I'll cut it. I reached out to take the dagger given to me by Qin Shudi and scratched a few times on the magic wand.

I saw the creaking sound of my wand, and the old monk's back trembled.

I deliberately made a cruel move and found that the old monk's back twitched even more.

It's so fun.

However, this magic wand, held in his hand, is more rigid than a dagger. Some people say that the older the wood, the harder it is. That's true.

"I don't know if it's burned." As I said, I put the magic wand into the incense burner to burn.