This old man’s name is Wen Shulin, which is an old name. Old people deal with corpses all day. If they lie on the side of the road and meet enthusiastic people, they will definitely bury him.
Several other people followed suit.
"I am responsible for cleaning the house."
"I’m in charge of copying."
"I am responsible for sorting out the books."
……
Wenleyang was angry and happy, staring at this group of people with the words’ I don’t care’. "Grandpa Four is not in the house of physical illness and death, and I am not an outsider to sneak into the warm home. Although the edge of the forest is banned by his old man’s house, but …"
Wenshulin shouldered his shoulder. "It’s not us, whether we can’t control it or not, we are all ordinary people."
Wen Xiaoyi tugged at his clothes from behind. "They are all like me, they can’t poison kung fu and people with dead names in martial arts workshops can do kung fu."
There is no fourth master telling him not to ask a word at ordinary times. Anyway, one day in the future, he will know that he is not impatient, and Xiao Yi naturally dares not take the initiative to tell him, but he didn’t expect that he was all stunted. These old guys are ordinary people.
Wen Leyang was dumbfounded. "What if the enemy comes in?"
Everyone’s eyes and fingers are all pointing to Wen Leyang "you!"
Wenleyang looked at their dispersed people and could say, "Put out all the lights …" Suddenly, a dark cloud floated from nowhere, and the original clear starry night instantly turned into darkness.
Soon, a touch of green light slowly lit up and floated in the sky, flying from the south to the red leaf forest
Chapter XI Prohibition
"Soul lamp!"
Xiao Yi squinted her delicate eyes and stared at the strange green light in the sky.
Wen Leyang took out two carrots in his busy schedule and gave them to the little girl. "What is it?"
Xiao Yi stamped his feet with carrot gas. "How do you know nothing about this? It’s a ghost lamp from Raven Ridge. It’s here to guide the corpse! Grandpa to deal with Qiniang Mountain Miao crow ridge people took the opportunity to do? ！” In the eyes of the world, it is 100% evil to raise, refine and manipulate dead bodies in Wuyuling by strange methods that are neither Shan Zong Taoism nor southern Xinjiang witchcraft.
"But …" Wen Xiaoyi paused and looked at the dark clouds like ink in the sky, wrinkling a lovely question mark between his eyebrows. "How dare people in Raven Ridge put a soul lamp at this time?"
Wen Leyang took a bite of a carrot in his spare time. "They dare to come here and dare not do anything!"
Wen Xiaoyi left his mouth and whispered a word "not academic" first, and then accelerated the language to explain to him that "the crow ridge soul lamp is the same as the method of Miao’s non-delivery, and it is a painstaking effort to release the soul lamp. I am most afraid that once the rain is doused, the lighter will be seriously injured by itself."
Wen Leyang smiled that he couldn’t fly a kite in rainy days.
WenXiaoYi slightly surprised to see his one eye, this time also can laugh.
Just now, I was anxious to see Wen Leyang, a tree. Now I seem to be a different person, with a steady and certain smile and sweet chewing carrots.
"Do you have a way to deal with it?"
Wen Leyang was beaten back to his original shape by a little girl, curled his mouth and shook his head with a wry smile. "You can’t run or hide, but you’re afraid of a fart!" Said the look solemnly up again, "you quickly hide back to the house unless I call you, don’t come out when you hear anything."
Xiao Yi firmly shook his head. "Let’s follow you."
Creak, creak, creak, creak, creak, creak, creak, creak, creak, creak, creak, creak, creak, creak, creak, creak, creak, creak, creak, creak, creak, creak, creak, creak, creak, creak, creak, creak, creak, creak, creak, creak, creak, creak, creak, creak After that, I stuffed the baggage into Xiao Yi’s arms and went back. He went back much faster than he went out.
Wen Lejiang and my little girl are looking forward to packing a package and seeing a long-handled bird’s gizzard covered with rust. There are several small leather pockets on the handle, which are filled with iron sand, gunpowder and flint. This kind of thing is extremely old. It dates back to the late Qing Dynasty, and the operation is complicated, not to mention the short range. If you play table tennis, you can send a game. If you play tennis, it will be nothing unless the other player is a close-net player.
WenXiaoYi was very clever at tinkering with it for a while, and then he learned the bird’s spear method. First, he put iron ore and gunpowder in the muzzle, twisted the paper out of the gun barrel, and finally made a few flints to light the muzzle, muttering, "I don’t know if I can …" Boom, black smoke came up, and WenXiaoYi’s hands and feet trembled in circles.
Don’t say that the quality of old things is good for so many years.
The soul-guiding lamp flashes with a deep green light, which is very eye-catching in the dark night and soon floats to the red leaf forest.
Wen Leyang and Wen Xiaoyi came to the south of Hongye Forest in the direction of "guiding the soul lamp"
Wen Leyang narrowed his eyes and looked at the half-low. He told Xiao Yi to "help me!" The soul lamp is a green lantern floating quietly about 20 meters above their heads.
Wen Xiaoyi quickly twisted iron ore, gunpowder and paper and handed it to Wen Leyang. "It’s too high, I’m afraid I can’t hit it."
"Try it!" Wen Leyang aimed at it, and then there was no sight at all. He had never seen a flare gun and a sight.
There was a huge noise, thick black smoke filled the room, and there was a piercing wail. A huge figure fell heavily on the ground temperature with a gun. Leyang handfuls of small masks quickly stepped back behind him and threw the ware aside. The fingers of both hands were slightly buckled at the cuffs, which had provoked a touch of toxic warmth. For the average person, it was Yamaraja laughing wildly.
The ape took a look at the two men and hopped away, clutching his riddled bitterness.
Wenleyang apologetically explained to the ape’s limping back that "the gun hit a large area …" The soul lamp still hung in the semi-green flame as if it were more enchanting.
There is more rancid smell in the stuffy air, and the foot of Hongye Forest is faintly echoed with rumbling.
Xiao Yi ran over and picked up the bird’s nest. Compared with Wenleyang, my little girl seems to have more confidence in the big speaker. "The corpse should not enter Grandpa Lin’s ban, not just against the living."
For more than 2,000 years, Wen, Miao and Luo have no direct conflict, but they all regard each other as imaginary enemies. Four masters naturally have means to deal with corpse evil spirits in the ban of forest edge cloth.
Layers of fishy wind are rolling and roaring, sticky, salty, fishy and smelly, and the waves are constantly flapping at the red leaves. A thick black line flies in the dense forest of the forest, and the trees on both sides are broken in unwilling wailing. In ten minutes, a huge and appalling python rushes into the forest snake body from the mountain, which is bigger than the largest millstone, and swims all the way. Some small trees are crushed into pieces by its huge body.
Ten thousand purple arcs in the dark clouds passed by, and immediately the whole day was cut like veins. The dull thunder rolled and stirred, and the serpent ran over the mountain forest with a bang. The magnificent Tianwei completely blew up the silence of the mountain!
The storm will!
Wen Leyang has never seen such a big python. It is estimated that a person walks into a snake’s stomach without getting stuck. A small eye is easy to sigh. A horrified megaphone is aimed at Wen Leyang’s head. "How can the Luo family lead a snake?"
Wenleyang quickly jumped aside, even if the bird’s spear strength went off slightly, it would not be a problem to make a warm marijuana.
What surprised them even more was that no one thought that there was such a big guy hidden in their backyard, and a township-level slaughterhouse was not enough for it to eat for three days.
Just as the python jumped into the forest, the trees suddenly trembled like chaff. Thousands of red leaves peeled off from the branches and fell gracefully, while the original red leaf forest became sad and dreamy in an instant. A red rain gradually spread in the forest until it covered its air, covered its sight and covered its breath.
Wen Leyang and Xiao Yi were stunned by the sudden beauty.
Beautiful death has a leaf partition.