white clothes

Six days later, Langya Village.

The heavy fog in the morning did not clear until noon, and the whole village was shrouded in a thin layer of mist. A wedding sedan chair set off from the entrance of the village. The villagers who carried the sedan chair wore red blouses, and their cheeks were painted with circles. The face was flushed, and the complexion was deliberately painted pale with stone powder. The beating of gongs and drums scattered the tranquility of the village. Grandma Wang grabbed a handful of flowers from the pot and sprinkled them into the air, her shrill voice echoing in the sky.

"The mountain god gets married, and the imp comes to welcome him."

"Avoid strangers, yang roads yin bridges"

"Boys have dizzy cheeks, girls have rouge."

"Wedding clothes and auspicious marriages, dark fire leads the way."

"Get up!"

Shen Zong took off the red hijab on his head, and touched the goosebumps on his body. Just now, he accidentally glanced at the villager who looked like a paper doll, and was almost scared out of his wits.

The wedding sedan chair was swaying, the matchmaker's voice could almost penetrate the eardrums, the red wedding dress on her body was as red as a flame, Shen Zong tied the skirt around his waist, no matter how heroic this posture was, first from the store He bought a small knife, poked a small hole in the back of the sedan chair, and looked at Xie Chenyuan and the others walking behind the sedan chair.

The villagers held big iron knives on both sides, staring at them, lest they escape.

After several days of hunger, Xie Chenyuan and the others were struggling and walking slowly. It happened that the speed of the wedding sedan was not fast, and they could barely keep up.

"You bunch of thieves." Wen Han perfectly played a victim, and asked Wang Hu loudly with a stern face: "That rainy night, thanks to my young master trusting you, I didn't expect you to imprison us, What exactly do you want to do?"

Wang Hu laughed loudly after hearing this: "Hey, you will know what you want to do in due time. Meeting us is a doomed catastrophe for you people. Don't struggle."

"You three, it's your honor to give the mountain god a blood sacrifice."

"Amitabha, benefactor, it's better not to kill evil." The master was pushed and shoved by the villagers after he finished speaking.

"Stop talking nonsense, who can't talk about the big truth, you outsiders know what life our village has lived in the past, not enough to eat and not warm, tigers often come into the village to bite and eat people, we can only pray to the mountain god for mercy, Let him give us the gift of food."

"How good our life is now, all this is given by the mountain god."

"Master Shanshen just wants to marry a lady, this is what we should do."

As soon as Wang Yang finished speaking, he was hit hard on the head by a stone. He screamed in pain, looked back, and cursed: "Which bastard hit me?"

"Hahaha, I'll just hit you and kill you." The crazy woman stood on the path beside the road, frantically picking up stones and throwing them at random. The villagers who carried the sedan chair angrily cursed, and many people's foreheads were smashed. Got several swollen bags.

"Smash you to death, smash you to death, you deserve to die, you deserve to die!" The crazy woman's voice was bitter, her eyes couldn't see, and she located herself based on those scolding sounds. Crazy hate, laughing and cursing.

"You guys, drag her back." The village chief impatiently asked the villagers behind to drive the crazy woman away.

After a while, Xie Chenyuan could still hear the little girl's nickname mixed with the vague curses behind him. He turned his head and took a look, and found that the crazy woman was standing still, and the wedding procession was noisy and lively again. When she got up, two drops of blood and tears suddenly flowed out of her already blind eyes, which was shocking.

"Amitabha." The sorry master said calmly, and he didn't know who he was talking to.

Xie Chenyuan turned his head and looked at the thick fog in front of him, smelling the decaying smell of death.

The team sending off the relatives walked alone on the mountain path, the gongs and drums were loud, and the firecrackers were all fired. If it wasn't for the quiet and gloomy surroundings, it would have been a lively wedding.

The newlyweds were carried on the red wedding sedan chair. Ever since the villagers left the village entrance, everyone's faces were filled with smiles. With their strange makeup, Shen Zong in the carriage shivered.

The love game turned into a thriller game, and he couldn't bear it.

After walking through the snake-like mountain path and walking for about half an hour, the procession finally stopped in front of a small river.

The pitch-black river was undulating, like a smudge of ink, and a simple wooden bridge was built above it, extending into the endless dense fog ahead.

The sound of gongs, drums and suona also disappeared completely.

The village chief wiped the cold sweat off his brow, and Wang Hu took out the earthen jar in due course and brought it to him.

Manxueluo leaves are dark red, long strips, with a strange smell, and there are seven of them.

The old village head took out a dagger and swiped it hard on his hand, the blood dripped into the earthen jar, and Manxueluo moved like a living thing, and instantly grew to the thickness of a vine.

The old village head held the earthen pot, threw it into the black water river, and then knelt down on the ground and kowtowed.

"Master Mountain God, your believers have offered sacrifices, please accept them."

With the blood of the contracted person flowing, Manxueluo poured into the depths along with the river.

It didn't take long for the river to swell, and huge waves surged into the sky.

"Bride, please get off the sedan chair."

Shen Zong hastily covered the red hijab, and then got out of the sedan chair, he could only see the three-acre land under his feet, the river water wet his wedding dress, it was wet, and the corners of the skirt wetted with water gave off a cold and Fishy smell.

The three of Xie Chenyuan were also driven to the bridge.

The villagers stood by the bridge and cut off the bridgehead with machetes.

The wooden bridge was shaken by the impact of the river.

Shen Zong cursed secretly, and hurriedly ran a dozen steps forward with the hem of his cumbersome skirt and grabbed hold of the railing of the wooden bridge.

In the dense fog, a faint green flame ignited, which seemed to be a signal, and the villagers staying on the shore immediately carried their sedan chairs and left.

"I thought they weren't afraid." Wen Leng said sarcastically.

Shen Zong took off the red hijab, and saw a ghostly fire coming straight at him, which startled him.

Xie Chenyuan waved his sleeves, and the ghostly fire dissipated in an instant, but several more clusters gathered in the thick fog ahead, and there were more and more.

Why are there so many will-o'-the-wisps here, Shen Zong remembered what Xie Chenyuan said before, and followed behind him without being brave.

It's just that he is a big man, wearing a cumbersome and wet wedding dress, and the wind on the river is strong, the wind blows his face, the wooden bridge is rickety, and the walking is really weird and slow.

"Bring me the hydrangea silk."

Xie Shenyuan stretched out his hand.

Shen Zong was stunned for a moment, he did have a hydrangea ribbon, the hydrangea was not big, very delicate, like a silk flower, tied around his right wrist with soft red silk, it was more like a decorative item, or a king Grandma tied it early in the morning, and when she said it was worship, she gave the other end of the ribbon to the mountain god.

But now, it seems that there is no need to give it to the mountain god.

Xie Chenyuan probably saw him in a daze, so he solved it directly.

Pale and slender, with distinct joints, as if carved from jade, clean and clean, it was this hand that held the other end of the hydrangea ribbon.

Shen Zong only felt that the road ahead was extremely safe.

Wen Han frowned: "There are so many mountain spirit fires wandering here, I'm afraid there are strange things ahead."

Xie Chenyuan hummed: "Wait for the meeting and play by ear."

"Yes, brother."

I'm sorry that the master stroked his beard. The fire of the mountain spirits around his Zen staff didn't dare to get close at all. The Buddhist relics soaked in Buddhism are the most restrained against these mountain spirits.

Shen Zong looked at the will-o'-the-wisp in the thick fog, and silently approached Xie Shenyuan's side, and the silk ribbons that were not long touched together.

After getting off the bridge, those will-o'-the-wisps disappeared.

It was clearly daylight when we came here, but now the valley is covered by dark clouds.

As soon as the four of them landed, they saw the paper man carrying the sedan chair.

The four female paper figurines wear exaggerated makeup, their lips are as red as blood, and their brows have moles. Their thin bodies are a piece of paper, and they carry a carved mahogany palanquin on their shoulders.

"Madam please enter the sedan chair."

The four paper figurines said in unison.

Shen Zong rubbed his face, and went in with his eyes tightly closed, he was afraid that he would faint from shock if he opened his eyes.

Xie Chenyuan walked beside the sedan chair, observed the four paper figurines, and found that they had hidden consciousness. For example, if Wen Han didn't walk along this path, they would look at him with the ink beads drawn on paper.

They didn't move on until Wen Han followed behind.

Seeing this, all three of them kept silent.

If you talk too much, it won't be good for that evil thing to notice something.

Xie Chenyuan raised his head and glanced at the "Mu Shu" girl with tightly pursed lips and slightly pale complexion, took the silk ribbon hanging outside the window into his hand again, and held it, as if he was on the bridge.

Shen Zong opened his eyes as if aware of it, just in time to see this scene, he couldn't help laughing.

Hey, why is Xie Chenyuan so gentle.

Like cotton candy.

Shen Zong knew that his association was very strange, but it was inexplicably very similar.

Xie Chenyuan looked at Shen Zong who suddenly became happy, not knowing why.

The more he walked in, the more cloudy air became, and the clothes were soaked in cold dew. Xie Chenyuan found that the clothes A Zong bought for him were unique and extraordinary.

There should be some kind of formation drawn on it, the formation is mysterious and obscure, the wind and rain will not invade, and it will not be stained with light dust. Even if there is such a heavy evil spirit, he is not affected at all. Instead, the clothes on his body are hidden in gold and shine brighter and more radiant .

Even Master Sorry took a few glances.

Xie Chenyuan didn't want to expose Shen Zong's uniqueness too much, so he could only pretend he didn't see it.

This made Shen Zong so complacent, he thought in his heart that he would buy the dress of the Moonlight Immortal in the mall in a few days.

When the time comes, Xie Chenyuan from his family will put it on!

Just as Shen Zong was thinking wildly, the curtain was suddenly lowered, blocking his sight.

"Don't come out, Zong."

Xie Chenyuan looked down at the bones under his feet, and his voice was steady.

They stepped into the Valley of Bones.

Countless bones are piled up on both sides, forming a small hill, stepping on it, there are skeletons all over the ground, and the paper man carries a wedding sedan chair to shuttle through the bones, and stops after turning a small road. At the end, there is a mountain god Temple, with red happy characters pasted on it.

There was a man standing in front of the mountain temple, waiting for his bride.

Xie Chenyuan raised his eyes and met the man's gaze, and the Shangxie sword in the Xumi ring trembled.

The so-called Langya Mountain God turned out to be a mountain ghost.