I dragged my cousin across the stone bridge. At this time, I noticed that the statues on the stone bridge guardrail were strange. Generally, the pillars were carved with lions. For example, in our fifth grade, there was an article in Chinese called "The Lion of Lugou Bridge". There was a sentence at the beginning: "The Beijingers have a saying, "The lion of Lugou Bridge - countless""

I didn't look carefully at the stone bridge guardrail several times. Now I found that the stone toads squatting above were squatting. These toads have different shapes, but without exception, they all have three legs, which vaguely echo the legend of the golden toads playing with the bangs.

Seeing me stopping on the stone bridge, turning my head and looking at the stone sculpture above, my cousin also leaned over and looked at it, then screamed: "Hey, it's a toad, not a lion!"

This person... was even more aware of it than me. After hearing his words, I smiled bitterly in my heart.

There seemed to be two worlds inside and outside the valley. As soon as I walked out of the valley, my eyes suddenly became noisy, and hawking sounds continued.

It is already past twelve o'clock now, and it is lunch time. Even if you take a bus to the city, it will take at least twenty minutes. Most people do not have such patience and go into the small restaurant next to the mountain road.

Some people are not particular about it, so they just pulled a table under the tree, and three or five friends gathered together to eat and drink.

The fragrance of food blew around us, and we were empty at the moment, talking about what to eat for lunch, a group of people passed by.

Although their clothes were no different from those of other tourists, I noticed each other as soon as possible.

Because among this group of people, there were two people emitting red light, and the richness of the red light on one of them was as good as the old Taoist Xuanming I just met.

Some time ago, I was still worried about not meeting other practitioners. I never thought that in just one day, I met five practitioners one after another.

The young man with a middle-parted hair at the front should be the guide. He smiled charmingly and kept nodding and bowing to the people behind him. Sometimes he pointed at the surroundings and said something he couldn't understand.

Japanese?

Although I don’t understand what they are saying, I grew up watching anti-Japanese war movies. After so long, I have a basic understanding of Japanese language. Two of the sentences are the most profound: Bageyalu, Misimis...

"Those are Japanese." My cousin also heard the other party's conversation, and when the other party walked away, he muttered quietly: "I heard from my dad that they came to our Qinghe County to invest and build a factory."

My godfather is a project person and needs to be much more informed about the county.

Looking at the direction they were heading for Haichan Palace... What did the Japanese come there? Could it be that they also paid homage to Liu Daojun, as if they didn't believe this. When I was a child, I was too deeply influenced by the anti-Japanese war dramas and had formed a fixed mindset: the Japanese don't have good guys at all.

And my intuition also told me that things are not that simple, and the Japanese are definitely not because of curiosity.

Although I really wanted to continue watching, my cousin kept calling me hungry next to me. I could only point to a restaurant casually, with a few big words on the curtain of the door: "Xinye Sauce Noodles". This kind of pasta has been eaten in Liaoyang Town before and tastes very good.

There were too many people eating, so we waited for half an hour before two bowls of sauce noodles were served.

Large pieces of cooked beef, green coriander sprinkled in the noodle soup, bright red fried chili... but it makes people feel greatly attracted.

The two of us were not polite to each other, and each of us held a bowl and started eating.

I picked up a chopstick noodles and put them in my mouth. The aroma, spicy and large ingredients were mixed together, making me nod my head frequently when I was eating, and then the sizzling sounds kept coming from my mouth.

In fact, not only do I have an indecent appearance, but most people look around.

Xinye sauce noodles are a local delicacy, and people in Qinghe are good at this. What’s more important is that this noodle restaurant is not big in appearance, but it is authentic and tastes good.

Noodles that are as wide as a finger are in your mouth, soft, smooth and chewy, and then a bite of spicy and delicious hot soup is what makes people feel energetic and comfortable.

In twenty minutes, Feng Juan Canyun finished eating the noodles with sauce, stretched his waist and wiped his mouth, which was so refreshing.

After dinner and checking out, we took the bus at the entrance of the mountain to rush home.

***

It was still sunny in the afternoon, and the sky suddenly darkened at dinner time, and a dark cloud floated overhead, completely covering the entire Qinghe County Town in darkness.

After listening to my parents sleeping well, I quietly sat up from the bed. After a few breaths, the Yin Spirit jumped out, floating through the wall, and walked out of the courtyard.

When I entered the realm of burning the Sanzhu, I found that the Yin God had a certain ability to resist the strong winds in the outside world. Unlike before, I hurriedly dodge when I encountered strong winds. Of course, under the gale wind, the Yin God still could not maintain its form and would be blown away soon.

The nightlife in the county is much more lively than the Liaoyang Market. It is already eleven o'clock in the evening, and the streets are still crowded with people, and the night markets along the street are crowded.

Playing cards, drinking, eating, quarrel... is like a picture of all living beings.

I floated past the roof and took only ten minutes to arrive outside Qinghe County.

The bright and lively lights were poured behind me, and the surroundings gradually became quiet.

Under the vast night sky, the mountains are endless and extending into the boundless darkness. Looking hazy, it looks like a series of dragons looming.

Yin Shen left his body and took many detours than buses. A few minutes later, I appeared outside the valley of Haichan Palace.

Standing here, my spiritual sense felt clearer than during the day... The thin energy of heaven and earth, the rich spiritual energy, and even the evil spirit of the earth veins appeared in the valley together.

These auras seemed to be suppressed in the valley by an invisible pair of big hands, and could not be broken free. Occasionally, only a trace of leaked out was aroused, but three balls of flames on my body were shaking.

Knowing that there was a strange danger inside, I didn't dare to venture into it, but let the Yin God's spiritual consciousness extend, like an invisible ray, reaching a distance of more than ten feet deep into the valley.

The vital energy, spiritual energy, and evil energy are intertwined in a mess, forming a sticky and dense net. This net is covered with invisible silk threads, constantly intertwining, shaking, and twisting... It also exudes a magnificent momentum. I have a feeling that as long as the Yin God enters it, he will definitely be like a fish in the net and can no longer break free.

"Not good!" Just as my spiritual sense wanted to continue exploring, I suddenly felt a white light flashing in front of me, and a hot breath invaded the Yin God through my spiritual sense.

Then the whole person seemed to be thrown into a fire and burned, and it seemed to be stabbed with tens of millions of steel needles.

In the midst of severe discomfort, my mind moved, my spiritual consciousness was broken, and the Yin God retreated several feet away.

What exactly exists in this valley that can actually control the ghosts and ghosts?

I didn't dare to get closer to observe, but climbed to the top of Baiyun Mountain again.

If you climb up to see the distance, you may see more clearly here.

Although there is a strong wind blowing around from time to time, it is much better than in the valley just now, at least you don’t have to face that huge aura.

Sure enough... standing here and looking down, the black fog in the valley is much richer than during the day. Although most of it is blocked by inexplicable barriers in the valley, a trace of it still penetrates out and drifts in the void.

Hey... there is evil spirit there. When I looked north, I was surprised to find that there was also black evil spirits overflowing in the streams outside the valley, but it was much thinner than in the valley, so I didn't see it during the day.

Now that the Yin God is out of his body, he can see more things.

With doubt, the Yin God quickly swept down the mountain and ran north, and in a moment I reached several miles away. The evil spirit continued to exist until it left the valley and entered the plains.

This area is affected by evil spirits and is deserted at night. Even rabbits, weasels and other small animals that are common in the mountains are not encountered.

The third time I climbed to the top of Baiyun Mountain, I got a general understanding of the terrain near Haichan Palace.

The evil spirit is like a big dragon lurking underground, winding along the mountain stream, passing through the valley and reaching the entrance of the valley. The heart is this valley, where the evil spirit is the strongest.

The Haichan Palace was impartial and was built at the heart of the dragon. It was said that the construction was inaccurate. It did not look like it was formed by bricks and tiles, but more like it was put on by someone, just pressing the dragon's heart so that it could not move forward.

Obviously this is not a coincidence, it was done deliberately by someone.

Looking at Haichan Palace again, my eyes suddenly stern: What I saw during the day was not a turtle... At this moment, in my eyes, Haichan Palace was more like a huge toad. It has three legs and is half squatting and lying on the ground. The two ancient pine trees were like the protruding eyeballs of a toad.

After seeing the figure below, a character immediately appeared in my mind - bangs!!

Since Qinghe County is considered to be the place where Liu Hai is promoted to immortality, there are countless legends about him. The most famous one is the part where Liu Hai plays Jin Chan. In the "Qinghe County Chronicles", I have seen two completely different versions.

The first version says that Liu Hai was poor since childhood and depended on his mother for life, and lived a simple and difficult life. Later, his mother suffered from eye disease and was blind. Because she had no money to treat her mother, Liu Hai sat alone by the small bridge and cried. As a result, a three-legged golden toad jumped ashore and spit out gold, silver and jewelry for him, allowing Liu Hai to cure his mother's eye disease.

After Liu Hai became a Taoist and became an immortal, this golden toad also followed closely and used his unique skills to bite into gold, silver and treasures to help Liu Hai benefit the world, help the poor, and spread money. People wondered about it and called it the wealth-hunting toad.

The second version is that there is a golden toad in Baiyun Mountain, Qinghe County, which cultivates to become a fairy. It harms the people all year round. After Liu Hai found out, it suppressed it in the valley. During the process, the golden toad was injured and cut off one kick, so there were only three left in the future.

Compared with the situation in front of you, it is obvious that the second version is closer to reality. The eight stone bridges and mountain streams are chains.

I looked back and forth at the top of the mountain for more than an hour, and only saw so many things. At this moment, the gale of the top of the mountain became more and more intense, and when I saw signs of instability in the Yin God, I hurried down the mountain.

Knowing the current realm, I can't detect the mystery of the Haichan Palace, and I haven't continued to stay here. After all, the Yin God has left his body for too long and it is easy to have accidents.

The future is long, as long as the Haichan Palace does not collapse, there will be opportunities in the future.

Just as I was about to return along the same path, my mind suddenly moved slightly, and the Yin God was already hiding behind a big tree.

It's so late, why are there anyone else coming to the valley? Are they the Japanese people I saw during the day? Although these people were wearing mysterious clothes, face masks, and covered with tight clothes, I could hear them from their low voices.

***

Sorry, I have a cold these two days, my brain is drowsy, and I have less updates.

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