Chapter 4 King Village

White hair is born on the temples, and the years are like water flowing!

The ghost king removed his eyes from the mirror-like water, sighed slightly, turned his head, and smiled, "I haven't looked in the mirror for a long time. When I saw it today, I saw a few more white hair."

The ghost standing behind him was expressionless and said lightly, "You are too careful."

At this moment, on a small lake in Huqi Mountain, a stone pavilion is built in the center of the lake, and only an old wooden bridge is connected to the shore of the lake. The Ghost King and the Ghost Li are standing in the stone pavilion in the middle of the lake at this moment.

The ghost king carried his hands on his back and looked calm. He said, "I heard that I went to Kongsangshan this time. Although I subdued the blood refining hall, the only remaining wild dog Taoist who refused to surrender was kept by you. Is there such a thing?"

Gui Li glanced at the ghost king, but saw that his face was calm, and he didn't know what he was thinking. He nodded slowly and said, "That's right."

The ghost king smiled, turned around and looked at the green jade-like lake, and said lightly, "In the past, you led people to attack and killed them all the time. Why did you show mercy to this person today?"

Gui Li was silent for a moment and said, "Although the blood refining hall is in decline now, it was the door valve of the leader 800 years ago, which is not a small school."

The ghost king stood there without any reaction, and he didn't know whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied with the explanation. After a long time, he suddenly said, "Speaking of the magic weapon in your hand, the blood-eating beads are the relics of the black-hearted old man. I'm afraid that you and the blood refining hall also have some incense."

Gui Li slowly raised his eyes and looked at the ghost king, but the ghost king just turned around and looked at him.

The eyes of the two of them collided in mid-air. The ghost's eyes were cold, but the eyes of the ghost king were deep and peaceful.

The ghost king suddenly smiled and said, "Recently, it is said that in the western death swamp, a strange treasure was born. Do you know?"

Gui Li nodded and said, "Yes, I heard about it."

The ghost king said leisurely, "I heard that not only the people in the right way swarmed away, but also the masters of the poison gate and the acacia faction also planned to intervene. As for the Changsheng Hall near the Death Swamp, it is even more benevolent." He paused and said to Gui Li, "What do you think?"

Gui Li did not speak immediately. He was silent for a long time. The ghost king also seemed to be particularly patient with him, with no anxious look. After a long time, Gui Li said slowly, "This time we subdued the blood refining hall. In addition to the four major factions, the last more powerful faction has also been divided up."

The ghost king smiled at the corners of his mouth and nodded, "That's good."

Gui Li said, "In the demon religion, the mountain has always been standing on the top of the mountain, and the four factions do not want to embezzle each other. In the past, it was forced to resist foreign enemies together, but now it is naturally different from that of that year. At present, the forces in the teaching are gradually arranged, and further, there is a fierce battle between the four factions, but I don't know who will do it first?

The ghost king clasped his palm and smiled, "Okay, okay! That's a good story."

Gui Li took a look at him and said lightly, "In the past ten years, you have not only passed on the two volumes of my heavenly book, but also made decisions on what you have learned and planned in your life. If I can't even see this, won't you have failed your painstaking efforts?"

The ghost king looked at the young man in front of him with a smile, just like looking at a perfect precious object made by himself. There was a little pride in his joy. He only heard him say, "That's not true. I pass on your things, but I also rely on your own understanding. The speed of your entry over the years is really beyond my expectation. I thought that with your qualifications, you would have to practice for at least 30 years. Unexpectedly, after only ten years, you have achieved great success. It's rare and rare!"

After being praised by the ghost king, there seemed to be no smile on Gui Li's face, as if it was not something to be happy for him.

However, the Ghost King doesn't care. Over the years, the person in front of him has changed from Zhang Xiaofan at the beginning to today's ghost. His temperament in the past has long been turned upside down. Except for his appearance, there is almost no shadow of that year. He paused for a moment and said, "In your opinion, since the four factions of our holy religion are inevitably fighting, do you think it's better for us to do it first!" Or wait calmly?"

This time, the devil did not hesitate at all, and immediately said, "Pre-emptive!"

The ghost king stared at him and said, "Okay! So which faction do you think to deal with first?

The ghost said fiercely, "I will live in the hall!"

The ghost king frowned, but there was a look of admiration in his eyes and said, "Why?"

Gui Li said, "Now the Ghost King Sect and Wandumen are the strongest, and the Hehuan School and Changshengtang are slightly inferior. The Hehuan School has always been low-key, but although Yuyangzi, the owner of the Changsheng Hall, is arrogant. He has always regarded himself as the host in the battle of demons in Qingyun Mountain, thinking that he is the only one in the demon religion. Such a fool, who else can I choose if I don't choose him?

The ghost king smiled and said, "That's good, that's a good story. So if you come to host, how will it proceed?

Gui Li murmured and said, "This is a good opportunity. There is a strange treasure born in the swamp of death. Yu Yangzi must be regarded as something in the bag, and no outsiders can be allowed to touch it. But the righteous people flocked in. We can wait for the Changsheng Hall to merge with the righteous fire, and then both of them will be injured, and then secretly connect the ten thousand poisons and the Hehuanists to do it together. They will certainly not refuse such a matter of falling into the pit. Such a battle will be successful!"

The ghost king looked at him and said nothing.

Gui Li slowly looked up at the ghost king and said lightly, "What's wrong?"

The ghost king seemed to be a little distracted by what he saw. After a moment, he woke up and slowly withdrew his eyes, as if he sighed in his heart and said lightly, "No, what you said is almost the same as what I thought."

Gui Li stopped talking.

The ghost king smiled indifferently and said, "If you rest for another two days, go to the death swamp!" With that, he took a sealed envelope from his arms, handed it to Gui Li, and said, "I have clearly written the specific arrangements in this letter. After arriving at the Everglades, all the characters of the Ghost King Sect are at your disposal.

Gui Li slowly took the letter, received it in his arms, was silent for a moment, nodded to the ghost king, and then turned around and left. But just a few steps after he suddenly heard the ghost king behind him say, "One more thing..."

The ghost stopped.

The voice of the ghost king came slowly and said, "When you talk to me, what do you call us holy religion, or 'demon religion' one by one?"

Gui Li was silent for a long time and said coldly, "I have been a teacher for ten years. I have been fighting here all day long. There are deception and intrigues and intrigues all the time. How can I match a holy word?"

The ghost king laughed and then said, "Oh! So what about the right path where you came from?

Gui Li's body seemed to tremble slightly. After a moment, he only heard him say, "The fierce things done by the people in the right path are no worse than those in the demon religion!"

The ghost king looked at him with interest and said, "That's not it, that's not it. What do you think is 'right'?"

Gui Li didn't answer. He was silent for a long time and looked up at the sky.

Blue sky, white clouds.

"I don't know!" He said it in a low voice, as if he were talking to himself.

After the lonely figure from behind gradually faded away, the smile on the ghost king's face slowly disappeared. His deep eyes seemed to be shining with mysterious light, shining constantly. I don't know what I'm thinking in my heart?

At this time, a voice came from the other side and said, "Suzerain, I..."

The ghost king interrupted him and said, "Qinglong, come up!"

"Yes." Qinglong came over from the wooden bridge, followed the eyes of the ghost king to the distance, and said, "Was the deputy suzerain here just now?"

The ghost king nodded and said, "What's the matter?"

Qinglong said, "The old monster of the poison gate sent someone to come here secretly again, asking when the suzerain will send people into the death swamp. Let's do great things together?"

The ghost king sneered and said, "You reply to them. Three days later, the ghost king will enter the house with Wandumen and the Hehuan faction."

Qinglong nodded and said, "Okay."

The ghost king pondered for a moment, and suddenly thought of something. He turned his head to Qinglong and said, "Qinglong, what do you think of the ghost?"

Qinglong was stunned and looked up at the ghost king. He saw that the ghost king's eyebrows were calm, but his eyes were deeply invisible. There was no reason in his heart, and he forgot to answer for a moment.

The ghost king smiled and said, "What's wrong?"

Qinglong woke up, and then meditated, but he looked a little hesitant. The ghost king looked at the bottom of his eyes and smiled and said, "Qinglong, you and I have been friends for many years. It's okay to say something."

Qinglong shook his head and smiled bitterly, and then said, "Let's talk about it! When I was as old as him, Taoism was not as high as him, and the city was not as deep as him..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly stopped. The ghost king frowned and said, "What's the matter? What else? Let's say it!"

Qinglong hesitated for a moment, looked at the ghost king and said, "The means are not as cruel as him!"

The ghost king looked at him, but didn't say anything. He slowly turned around and looked at the mirror-like lake. Behind him, Qinglong said slowly, "Over the years, especially in the past two years, Gui Li's methods have become more and more fierce, killing people often, and even more ruthless in the power struggle. Moreover, among the young generation of our ghost kingzong, more outstanding talents, such as killing monks, Yan Hui and others, all gathered under his door.

The ghost king said lightly, "Do you think this is not good?"

Qinglong shook his head slowly and said, "No, it's just that he... Why did he become like this now?"

The ghost king was silent for a while and suddenly said, "Actually, I also made a look at it at the beginning."

Qinglong was shocked and said, "Suzerain, what are you talking about?"

The Ghost King said, "When I passed on the second volume of the Book of Heaven, I thought it would take at least 30 years to achieve success with his qualifications, but in these ten years, especially in the past five years, the ghost's practice has advanced by leaps and bounds. It can be said that it is thousands of miles a day. I'

When he said this, he had been turning his back to Qinglong's eyes, as if an unknown cold light flashed, but his tone did not change at all: "He is persistent and tenacious. It is really beneficial to Yu's monasticism, but I still doubt that there are other reasons."

Qinglong frowned and said, "Does he have any secrets?"

The ghost king shook his head and said, "You should know that he is pregnant with the true law of Qingyunmen Taoism and the great Sanskrit of Tianyin Temple, right?"

Qinglong nodded and said, "That's good."

The ghost king said slowly, "With my secret observation, he has not only made great success in the true method of our holy teaching of Tianshu, but also the Taiji Xuanqing Road of Qingyunmen and the Great Brahma of Buddhism of Buddhism, but also made rapid progress. Do these three true methods secretly have the miraculous effect of complementing each other?

He turned around, smiled at Qinglong, and said, "With his practice at this time, coupled with the strange magic weapon in his hand, even if you have a clear light ring, I'm afraid you only have a 50% chance of winning."

Qinglong smiled and said, "I'm old, I can't compare with young people."

The ghost king suddenly laughed, reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and said, "How can this happen?" He smiled and said leisurelyly, "I saw that this teenager must not be in the pool, but now his achievements are better than I expected. If this person takes over, the future of the future will be unlimited. It's just..."

The ghost king stood with his hands on his hands, but suddenly stopped and walked to the edge of the pavilion and looked out.

Qinglong stood quietly beside him and looked at the ghost king. At this moment, there was a faint sip on the body that controlled the power, silently conveying the unspoken words.

Baguio...

Three days later, Gui Li left Huqi Mountain and went southwest. At the same time, he was accompanied by the monkey Xiaohui. In addition, the wild dog Taoist also followed him. Originally, the wild dog Taoist didn't want to go to the dangerous place of the death swamp, but Gui Li only said lightly, "After I leave, I guarantee that Huqi Mountain is a hundred times more dangerous than that swamp. Do you believe it?"

As soon as he said this, the wild dog Taoist immediately turned pale, and his mouth was still very hard, but his feet had followed.

The vast land of China is vast and vast, of which the Central Plains is naturally the richest. Outside the Central Plains, the north is a bitter ice field in the extreme north of the ice and snow, which is inaccessible; in the east is a vast and boundless sea; in the south, there are 100,000 mountains outside the Central Plains, towering on the border, endless, where there are barren mountains and rivers, miasma poisons are countless, Mao drinks blood and is extremely ferocious.

In the west of the vast land of China, there are two fierce places. In the northwest, there is an endless desolate Gobi, which is called "a wild place" by the world. It has no rain for hundreds of years, and the climate is extremely dry. Occasionally, there are some oases, but they are mostly occupied by fierce beasts. Naturally, ordinary people are dead as soon as they enter. In the rumor, in the depths of the wilderness, there is a grand temple, which is the birthplace of the demon religion.

As for the southwest, it is the huge swamp of death that the world talks about discoloration. The climate here is completely opposite to that of the wilderness in the northwest. It rains seven or eight days in ten days of a year, and all kinds of strange plants grow like ox hair. Such cold and damp places have always been the place where the poisonous beasts and poisonous insects in the world live, and the unique highly toxic biogas here rises from the rotten soil in the swamp every rainy day. If people inhale it, if there is no appropriate antidote, they will be poisoned and die in less than half a moment. In addition, the animal bodies, trees and flowers soaked in the rain for thousands of years have turned this place into a dangerous place. If you take a wrong step, you will be sucked into the bottomless swamp. You will never see the sun and die tragically.

In such a dangerous place, no one will come on weekdays. But not long ago, there were suddenly rumors in the world that in the western death swamp, a huge golden beam of light suddenly rose to the sky, day and night, even in the middle of the night, the sky was as bright as day. Three days later, the golden light gradually dissipated. From then on, there seemed to be a huge roar in the death swamp, which made those who lived on the edge of the death swamp afraid.

Once the news spread, it immediately caused a sensation in the world. From the perspective of monks, spiritual artifacts have always had their own spirituality. Such a huge golden light is naturally a precursor to the birth of a rare treasure, summoning predestined people to go. Judging from this golden beam of light, the magic of this strange treasure is really different. For a moment, the world was shaken, and masters of good and evil gathered one after another.

Under the chaos on the surface, there is an unknown undercurrent, surging flow.

In the east, which is still half a day away from the death swamp, there is a desolate and withered small village called "King Village", which is named because the villagers in the village believe in a mysterious god called "King". It's just that this god has never been effective. He neither blesses the villagers here to get promoted and make a fortune, nor does he bless them to have a bumper grain and no worries about food and clothing.

In fact, it's true that living on the edge of such a death swamp, from time to time, a monster suddenly comes out of nowhere, or a poisonous insect runs out. It's a small matter of biting livestock to death, and there are many people who die on it every year. Nowadays, people with some ability have already left this damn place and gone to the Central Plains. Most of the people who stay here are not angry.

But in the past few days, the king's village suddenly became lively, and all the people coming and going were the master of cultivation. Although Dawang Village is not the only entrance to the Death Swamp, it is the nearest inhabited place to the Death Swamp. Before entering the Dead Swamp, most people will come here to buy some dry food and clear water. In a few days, the villagers here in Dawang Village actually made a little money and a little more angry.

At the same time, because this is the closest place to the death swamp, the golden beam of light and the strange roar in the death swamp were also the first noticed by the villagers here and spread it, so many people came here to inquire about the news.

It's just that after there are more people, there are naturally good and evil. In a few days, I don't know how many battles have taken place in a small place in Dawang Village. Some unlucky guys have died here inexplicably before entering the death swamp. It's really wrong.

Less gossip. On this day, Gui Li and wild dogs also came to Dawang Village. Standing at the entrance of the village, they saw people coming and going in the village, which was actually quite lively, contrary to the dead scene in the past.

Walking to the village, the wild dog looked around, frowning and muttering something.

Monkey Xiaohui saw so many people for the first time in the past few days. He was a little excited. He lay on Gui Li's shoulder and squeaked. Gui Li patted Xiao Hui, looked at the wild dog and said, "What are you doing?"

The wild dog Taoist said angrily, "I'm looking for an inn. Why don't you find a place to have a rest after walking for so long? It's really a ghost place where birds don't shit. It's so difficult to find even an inn!"

Gui Li said lightly, "What, do you think there is an inn here?"

The wild dog was shocked and said, "What?"

Gui Li turned his eyes and looked at the pedestrians coming and going on the street. Seeing that most of these people were well-dressed and obviously not the hard-working people in Dawang Village, he said, "Have you been here before?"

The wild dog sneered and said, "Who's full to come to this damn place!"

Gui Li glanced at him and said, "Yes, no outsiders come here, and the local villagers are poor. What's the use of the inn?"

The wild dog was dumb, and the dog's face was a little bitter.

At this time, I suddenly heard a shouting sound from the street in front of me. Someone shouted, "If you predict the journey 50 years ago, you can break the fortune of three hundred years. The iron mouth god phase, the pen judgment of yin and yang. If you want to know the future, let's take a look!"

Gui Li and the wild dog were stunned for a moment and looked at the sound together. On the edge of the street, there was a dilapidated wooden table, with a bamboo pole next to it, and a canvas hanging on it, with the words "fairy guide". On the side of the bamboo pole, an extraordinary old man shouted loudly. The voice just now was made by him, and next to him, there was a drowsy young woman with a rather beautiful appearance. At this moment, she was lying on the edge of the table with a helpless expression.

Needless to say, these two people are Zhou Yixian and Xiaohuan. Zhou Yixian wandered around the world with a small ring. Her ability was not high, but she liked to go to a lively place. Some time ago, when she heard the rumors of the death swamp, she immediately ignored Xiaohuan's opposition and pulled her to the king's village.

At this moment, in the words of Zhou Yixian, the entanglement was exhausted, and the hero was at the end of the road, so he had no choice but to look at the face on the street, but he shouted, but gradually changed his appearance later: "... You past guests, I have got the true biography of my ancestors, and I can restrain the In today's dead swamp, biogas is highly poisonous. As long as you match the sachet I sell, it must be invulnerable and King Kong will not be bad..."

Xiaohuan sighed in a low voice next to him. After sitting here for a few hours, Grandpa shouted vigorously, but in fact, not a sachet was sold. The locals believe but can't afford it (Monday Xian opened a black-hearted high price), but the outsiders are all people who practice the truth. They are all knowledgeable, and their eyes are all written with the word "swindler". Fortunately, you righteous heroes are busy grabbing treasures and don't care about this scholar. Otherwise, if any master disciple's blood suddenly boils and wants to eliminate harm for the people, I'm afraid they can't eat and leave.

Seeing that Zhou Yixian was still shouting energetically, Xiaohuan was a little impatient. He stood up and was about to call Grandpa. Suddenly, there was a flower in front of him, but there was a man standing in front of the wooden table. He was a young man in light blue clothes and his eyebrows were beautiful, but his face was a little pale

"Miss, I want to see the photo." The young man had a faint smile at the corners of his mouth, calmly.

Xiaohuan frowned and looked at him. At this time, Zhou Yixian also found the situation here. He hurried back with a smile on his face and said, "Mr. What do you want to see, fortune or marriage? What do you want to look at, face, palm or word measurement?

The young man murmured slightly and said, "I'm also going into this dead swamp. Please help me see how the fortune is!"

Zhou Yixian smiled and said, "No problem, no problem, come on, guest, please sit down. Well, let's talk about it first. We are the true legend of our ancestors, and our skills are unparalleled, so we need ten taels of silver at a time..."

The young man was stunned and said, "Is it so expensive?"

Zhou Yixian smiled and did not answer.

The young man then turned his eyes, looked at Xiaohuan again, and smiled and said, "All right! Ten taels is ten taels. That's it! Please test the word for me first."

Xiaohuan looked at him, took a piece of white paper from the side, handed over the thin pen, and said, "Then please write a word first..."

Unexpectedly, the young man took the pen and smiled and said, "No, I'll write down my name. You can help me measure it. What's the fortune of my name?"

With that, he wrote three words on this white paper and handed them to Xiaohuan.

Xiaohuan was stunned for a moment, took it over, looked at the white paper, and heard the young man smile in his ear and said, "My name is Qin Wuyan!"