Chapter 1 Ten Years of Hometown Purgatory

It has been 12 years since Chongguang set foot on the land of Sanhe Town again. Everything here has changed dramatically, and it is no longer his hometown in memory.

The sky is covered with dark clouds, and there is a gloomy rain. Chongguang strolled in the familiar market in the past, looked at everything strange in front of him, and recalled the familiar hometown in his memory. A touch of sadness appeared on his face, and in his bright eyes, the double pupils looked particularly deep.

The warehouse on Zhuque Street is still there, but the decoration is far more exquisite and luxurious than before. The Xiaoji plaque hanging high above the gate has also been replaced with precious golden silk nanmu, which is full of the richness of the shopkeeper.

There are not many people on the street. Occasionally, a few guests come in and out, and they are also in a hurry and look sad.

"It seems that this ghost is very noisy." He curled his lips and strode through the hall of the warehouse.

Seeing that there were guests coming to the door, the clerk of the warehouse hurried forward to greet him. Although the heavy clothes did not look like a door-to-door businessman, the clerk was used to this business and naturally did not easily neglect the guests.

"Call your boss out and say that Kunlun has sent people to catch ghosts." I don't want to waste time on unnecessary joints and get straight to the point.

The clerk was overjoyed when he heard the words and trotted to the backyard to invite the boss. It seems that he has been scared by ghosts all day long.

The owner of the warehouse is Xiao Boyong, the mayor of Sanhe Town. A few months ago, he sent someone to Kunlun Mountain to ask for help, talking about the haunting things in Sanhe Town. Longyuan, who was in charge of Tianshu Pavilion, was assigned a real person, and fell on the head after several twists and turns.

"Are you the Taoist priest sent by Kunlun Mountain to catch ghosts?" Xiao Boyong is a small and fat old man. He is in his fifties, with gray hair and always a smiling look on his face. He looks very kind, and his eyes are occasionally bright, with some shrewd and sophisticated.

The young Taoist priest in front of him is really too young, far from the image of a crane-haired childlike fairy and Taoist bone in his mind. No wonder the mayor muttered in his heart, but it is really difficult to say this to face.

"In Chongguang, he is a disciple of Yuxufeng Chishan in Kunlun Mountain. He was summoned by the teacher and went down the mountain to catch ghosts. This is the walking charm of my teacher's door. Chongguang took out a dark green jade pendant and shook it in front of the mayor. This is a token of Kunlun disciples walking in the world, symbolizing their identity as a descendant of Kunlun.

"Sure enough, he was a senior apprentice in Kunlun. He was disrespectful and disrespectful. The old man Xiao Boyong, the mayor of Sanhe Town, had lived in Sanhe Town for many years. This ghost disaster was really tragic, which made the town panic. I invited many mages, but they were helpless, so he had to send people to send letters to your school for help." In fact, Kunlun hasn't sent anyone here for months, and the mayor has no hope in his heart. After all, Sanhe Town is just a remote town and can't enter the eyes of a famous sect like Kunlun.

The mayor still had some insight. After confirming the tokens in Chongguang's hand, he naturally did not dare to neglect it. At present, he ordered people to rectify the banquet and receive the wind for Chongguang, but he was stopped by Chongguang.

"You're welcome, Mayor Xiao. When I came here just now, I also saw a depressed scene on the street. Presumably, the evil spirit has become more and more fierce in recent months. Or ask the mayor to explain the specific situation of this haunted situation, so that I can try to get rid of this scourge.

Xiao Boyong said a few more polite words. Seeing that Chongguang was indeed not fake, he was no longer reluctant. The guest owner sat down to watch tea. After a short break, he began to explain the haunted context.

"Our Sanhe Town is located in a remote area with simple folk customs. For hundreds of years, it has relied on the production of mountains, forests and river fresh food, and lived a life of men and women's weaving, living and working in peace and contentment. It can be regarded as the pure land of Taoyuan under Wolong Mountain. Until these evil spirits appeared and stirred up our paradise.

"The beginning of the matter was last year's Tomb-sweeping Day. I still remember that day, it was drizzling in the sky. At that time, I still thought that the spring rain was as expensive as oil, which was a good omen of a bumper harvest."

"That morning, butcher Zhang from North Street took his wife and children to visit the tomb in Wolong Mountain. The ancestral tomb of the Zhang family was in the area of Qingqiling, and he had to walk back and forth the mountain road for most of the day. The family used to come back in the evening, but this time, before noon, Zhang Butcher ran back to the town alone and shouted ghosts on the street. When the neighbors ran out to see him, he was covered with blood and had fainted to the ground.

"We invited a doctor to treat Zhang butcher and woke him up in the evening, but he was crazy and shouted when he saw the blood stains on his body. We can only infer from his nonsense that their family met evil spirits in the mountains and forests, and the butcher's wife and his son suffered. Only He escaped alone.

"On that night, several villagers fled back one after another. The situation was similar to that of Zhang Butcher. A total of 11 families were killed, 32 people died, and only seven people escaped."

"What is the situation of these spies?" Chongguang asked.

"It's full of blood and crazy, but there is no injury on the body. Maybe it's because they are young and strong and escape faster." The mayor was a little hesitant.

"You mean that those who escaped are all young and strong young people?"

"Yes, it's basically the strong labor force in the family, and the oldest butcher Zhang is only in his thirties."

Chongguang nodded slightly: "Then what happened later, didn't you report?"

"Of course, we reported, but we are too remote, and we wade across the mountains and rivers from the county. It is inconvenient to come and go. The county sent several arrests to patrol the mountains. As a result, these arrests also had an accident. Only one person escaped with injuries and died without saying a few words."

"In the future, the government will no longer care about the ghosts here. We have invited many mages and monks from Baolin Temple, which is useless. Later, we can no longer find a mage who dares to go to the mountain to catch ghosts. I have no choice but to invite people to Kunlun Mountain for help, hoping that all the immortals on the mountain can be kind. Sad."

"What's the situation of those evil spirits now?" Chongguang interrupted him.

"It's getting worse. Since last year's haunting, these evil spirits have become more and more arrogant. At first, they only haunt the mountains and forests, but later we can hear hidden ghosts crying at the gate of the town. I climbed the tower several times and saw those evil spirits wandering in the fields. As long as it was at night or rainy weather, no one dared to leave the town. Once the villagers left the town, they would be accidentally captured by the evil spirits. It was simply panicked and restless.

"What have you seen those evil spirits look like?"

But after all, the means are just means. I have never heard of anyone who still stays on the bridge after crossing the river. When Chongguang practiced Yuxugong to the ninth level of the unity of heaven and man and was promoted to a rare innate martial arts, those peers who were not even qualified to follow him to eat ashes in martial arts have broken through the induction one by one and become real monks, but he has always crossed this hurdle and can only do A secular warrior.

Induction is the third level of practicing qi, and it is also a watershed to distinguish between martial arts and monks. Only by breaking through this bottleneck and sensing the ubiquitous vitality between heaven and earth can you turn these vitality into your own use. You can not only practice all kinds of magic powers, but also practice the form and god thousands of miles a day and become a foundation and golden elixir monk in a higher realm.

Although he is extremely martial arts, he is embarrassed and has no power to fight back in front of his peers who have practiced Taoism. No matter what kind of wonderful skills he exerts, the other party's simple charm can beat him all over the ground and can only withstand the ridicule and ridicule of others.

He was upset and rolled on the fire with a grouse with his sword in his hand. The grouse was called by him in the forest as today's dinner. Although he couldn't feel the vitality, it was difficult for him to use his true spirit to make a fire.

The whole grouse fell into its belly, stretched out and was ready to take a nap for a while. At this time, a few faint ghost crying came from afar.

zhong guang is awe-in and energetic. The strong wind outside the door rustled the tiles on the eaves.

He turned around and drew his sword, and saw that the door of the temple was forcibly broken. In a dark atmosphere, he was wrapped in several strange little ghosts, holding a bone fork in his hand, and turned over several heels on the ground to surround him.

The heavy light did not panic, but slowly retreated a few steps. A little ghost couldn't help it and danced the bone fork in his hand and stabbed him straight at him. He waved his sword and cut off the bone fork in the other party's hand in a confrontation. The blade was still strong enough to penetrate the other party's chest and cut his waist into two. The kid screamed, turned into a mass of black smoke and dispersed, and then gathered in the yin gas and recondensed.

If the two sides have fought several times, the other party can't do anything about the heavy light, and the heavy light can't kill these little ghosts condensed by yin. When the two sides were deadlocked, only heard a long roar outside the temple, shaking the roof tiles. The sound was continuous and louder and louder. Between the lightning, the sound was already close to the ear, and the heavy bare scalp was numb.

As soon as he recovered and jumped out of the circle of several little ghosts, he saw the little ghosts abandoning themselves and throwing themselves into the yin gas. Then he saw the violent shaking of the wall on the side of the temple. After a sound of the mountain shaking, the stone wall suddenly broke from it and broke into a pile of broken walls like destruction.