The person who shouted was a woman who was cutting hogweed. It was difficult to cut hogweed (wild lettuce, ducks, etc.) in late autumn, so she had to go up the mountain and find some of this type of hogweed under the dry silk grass.

Just when she was about to fill up her basket and prepare to go home, she caught a glimpse of two people, an old man and a young man, sitting on a big stone pier. She just wanted to go up and strike up a conversation and ask them if they were here to go to Zhongkui Temple. (The woman was originally going to Zhongkui Temple.

I like gossip and never miss any opportunity to gossip.) Then I found a large green bunch of wild vegetables on the right hand side.

Anyway, the basket is not full yet, so no amount is too much. The woman hurried over, put down the basket, waved her sickle, and put the wild vegetables into the basket one by one.

Just as she was cutting vigorously, she suddenly heard a crisp sound coming from the left side. It seemed like the sound of a huge dead tree breaking. There are often such dead trees in the mountains that will break at the waist after being eaten by insects. This is not

What a strange thing, the woman ignored it and continued to cut the rest before she straightened up and took a breath. She thought to herself that later she would go down the mountain and call her man to drag home the broken dead branch, which would be enough to burn two pieces of wood.

Pot hogweed.

I excitedly picked up the bamboo pole on my back. I thought of the old man and the young man on the stone pier and subconsciously looked back. There was no one on the stone pier? Have they left? Just leave if you leave! They can't sit there all the time, right?

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She wanted to see where the broken dead branch was so that she could tell the man. She placed the heavy bamboo pole on the stone pier and looked to the left...

After walking about ten meters away, she saw a huge willow tree with its middle broken and lying in front of it. Haha! What a big dead branch! The woman was secretly happy, so she got closer to see if the dead tree was infected by insects.

It's rotten, otherwise why would it break for no reason?

When she got closer, a faint smell of blood hit her nostrils, and then she saw the scene she least wanted to see. There seemed to be something pressed under the dead branches. For some reason, the woman felt inexplicably nervous when she saw this scene.

Become anxious.

She walked over cautiously step by step, and when she took a closer look, she was so frightened that she shouted: "Something happened, someone was hit." Someone down the mountain who was still working in the fields heard it, put down their farm work, and ran over to take a look.

Zhong Kui also heard it. He didn't care what he said to Jiang Rong and hurried over to take a look.

This look almost made his nerves collapse. Oh my god! Xiao Ming's family! How can this be so good? A barefoot doctor from the village came to check their pulses and found that they were dead and had a bloody hole in their heads.

, blood was still flowing tricklingly. The village cadres called for people to lift Shasha and his grandson on a wooden frame and take them to Zhongkui Temple.

While moving dead branches, someone discovered a bunch of wild strawberry fruits under the dead branches, but they had been trampled beyond recognition. It seemed that the main culprit that caused the accident between the grandfather and grandson was this bunch of wild strawberries.

It is not difficult to imagine that when the hungry Shasha saw wild strawberries, she pulled her grandma to pick them. At this moment, the dead branches broke...

After the incident of people being killed by dead branches, the sky suddenly became gloomy, just like Zhong Kui's mood at the moment. He felt depressed, depressed, and wanted to go crazy.

Night came quietly amidst people's sad condolences. The villagers took the initiative to send white flowers, incense and paper, and old clothes. For a time, Zhong Kui's temple was enveloped in a silent and solemn atmosphere. Zhong Kui, who was almost crazy, was as green as ashes.

With such a face, no one dared to talk to him. Murakami went back to Longwan to report the news, but found out that General Tie was guarding the house and no one was there!

Because he had something to do at night, Zhong Kui entrusted Jiang Rong to a kindhearted person to take her down the mountain to rest. A crescent moon slowly climbed up the treetops, and its faint light surrounded the edge of the crescent moon, giving it a very cold feeling.

The lonely figure stood on the two corpses, one old and one young, one short and one long. The corpses had been dressed in old clothes, and there was still an expression of fear and pain on the blue-gray face.

It was this expression that made Zhong Kui question the incident where his grandfather and grandson were smashed to death under a dead branch. Why did the dead branches break early and late, but only broke when the grandfather and grandson were around? He suspected that both his grandfather and grandson were dead.

There must be some invisible secret behind it.

As the night deepened, Zhong Kui anxiously looked at the incense head that was about to be burned, expecting the appearance of black and white.

Black and White Impermanence did not appear, but the voices of the two brothers came from a hidden position, an area with deeper shadows than elsewhere: "Damn it, Zhong Kui, you want to kill us? There is a Eight Diagrams Demon Mirror placed by the great monk under the plaque. We

How do you show up?"

Depressed! The famous black and white impermanence was actually afraid of looking into the demon mirror. Zhong Kui was speechless, so he had to take out a piece of red silk cloth enshrined on the clay Bodhisattva Zhong Kui from the temple to cover the plaque.

After the plaque was blocked, a gloomy wind suddenly rose, and the air was extremely cold. Black and white impermanence suddenly fell in front of Zhong Kui.

"I understand the purpose of your summoning us here. There is no need to explain." Black and White Wuchang walked around the bodies of his grandfather and grandson and said again: "They were killed by evil gods."

Hearing this, Zhong Kui's leopard eyes suddenly bulged and he shouted: "Yeah, yeah, yeah! I'm so angry that I'm going to cut that guy into pieces with a thousand knives."

"When will retribution happen?" Black and White Wuchang changed from his usual playful demeanor and said, "This is your fate. Maybe the evil god has unintentionally helped you a lot."

Zhong Kui is puzzled!

Bai Wuchang added: "If nothing happens to them, grandson and grandson, how can your beloved disciple come back?"

God! Zhong Kui was surprised.

Black and White nodded, speechless, but they had already communicated with each other.

Under the care of Black and White, Shasha's ancestors and grandson will not go to the underworld for the time being. They have to lead the way and bring Xiao Ming's soul back. Because they are all Xiao Ming's closest relatives, only the close ties of flesh and blood can achieve the effect of pulling him back to the soul smoothly.

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I remember that the first time Xiao Ming lost his soul, his mother came to ask Zhong Kui for help in recalling him. But now, the white-haired man is required to personally go to the space where his reincarnation went wrong to find and summon Xiao Ming.

With the help of Black and White Wuchang and the five little ghosts, Zhong Kui followed his usual practice and took out four hard-boiled eggs. He wrote the words "Luo Xiaoming" on the eggs, then stuffed them into the palms of his grandfather and grandson and began to practice.

The props used in the practice include two white paper lanterns, Mingzhi (to buy money for traveling, and to bribe various evil gods and ghosts) and so on.

Xiao Ming was used to being free and unrestrained in the real world, and suddenly came to this strange and non-existent space world. He felt panicked in his heart, but he couldn't tell the secret.

With the enthusiastic help of Fatty King and other friends, he is gradually adapting to the environment here. However, he still feels that there is no progress and he still feels that he is not making any progress. He can never forget the habits and memories he brought from the real world.
Chapter completed!