Nan Chan

The night in the mountains is dark, and there are no birds or beasts or insects. The silence of the mountains, the sweet potato holding the clothes of Gu Shen, and the little wild ghosts are ashamed. The mountain **** does not know where to rest, the atmosphere is secret, and the more unpredictable.

The cicada foot on the rot, said: "There is no side in this mountain, not even a worm."

Gu Shen picked up the leaf and heard it, and then smashed it in the palm of his hand. Although he does not surpass the power of the flying world, he has insight into the eyesight of autumn. Gu Shen looked around the trees and said: "This mountain is surrounded by trees, and the roots and vines are far more complicated than others. Is it true that the mountain gods have the power to kill?"

"No," said Jing Lin. "Recovering everything, turning the rot and urging the new should be Dongjun. If this **** can do the same, there should be a place in Jiutian."

The gods gathered in the nine heavens, and each of them showed great power. Such as the drunken mountain, the magic wand crossing the Jin Zhenxie, relying on his arrogant talent, but his true. Everyone who cultivates, will be born in the sea of ​​spirits, and the vast sea of ​​spirits will gather the truth. This phase is built by the heart, reminded by the spirit, and different people. The drunken mountain is the "drunken mountain". It is the nature of this person, it is difficult to surrender to others, and the obsession is particularly heavy, so he has been unable to clean six.

Dongjun is even more different. When Jiu Tianjun first ordered him, the three circles were stunned and it was a controversy. He is a column of the gods, but still needs to do this spring, not today's Cheng Tianjun intends to suppress, but no one but him.

The conversation between Jinglin and Gu Shen has not stopped. I suddenly saw the sky around the tree and used my feet to open up thick thick rot leaves. He sighed and said: "This place tastes weird, and there is a stench in the mud that has not been smelled."

Gu Shen was half-squatting, and he sniffed and said: "I can't smell."

The sky kicked a kick on the sweet potato **** and said, "Come on."

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Gu Shen used a sheath to dig the mud and dug it into the depths of both palms to excavate a Sennant phalanx. He said: "The pig bones that pigs say are presumably here."

If they uncover the soil at this time, they can see that the mountain is covered with white bones and piled up into mountains. The towering tree is rooted in it, and the mountains are full of green bones.

Gu Shen dialed the phalanx and said: "If there is a trace on the bone, if it is strangled, it should be at the neck, and there will be traces on the bone."

"That depends on what the grandfather of the mountain **** is. It must not be a beast, but if it is a snake or a snake, it is not like it." The fingertips of the sky swept across the skeletal marks. "It's too thin. You are also born." Have you seen him in the city?"

The sweet potato replied with trepidation: "No, I haven't seen it... If I have seen it, I can find my mother."

Jinglin has never said anything, he lifted his fingers and stroked the trunk. The leaves are shaking and there is a rhythm between the frictions.

Gu Shen said: "Even if they can't see them, can they still fail?"

"Although I can't see it." Sweet potato whispered, "But every move in the city, Grandpa God knows. He is not allowed to go out without permission, no one can go out."

"I don't see the spirit world here, I want to run and I ran away." Cang said, "What method did he use to make people obedient?"

"Fear." The little wild ghosts licked their clothes and sang together. "Brother, scared!"

"What is not common, but can be hidden in front of the eyes." Gu Shen thought and asked.

"It's not common with it." Jinglin's robes are blown by the wind. He raises his hand and caresses the tree. "It's better to say that it is the most common."

The ancient wood scorpion, does not move.

But see the stars sway and close your eyes. The wind is breathing lightly, and Wanmu is swaying around, condensing into the mountains and waves, and then turning it into the wind, blaming the night.

Dong Jun suddenly stopped in the ear and stopped the inquiries of the drunken mountain. He said: "You listen."

The drunken mountain stand was calm and calm, and after a long while, said: "The fart is not put one."

"This kind of wonderful sound, you just want to listen to the fart." Dong Jun said, "It is obvious that you have a reason for being alone."

"Do not talk nonsense, what did you hear?"

Dong Jun's eyes are half-contracted, showing a kind of pleasure. He said: "There are mountains surrounded by natural barriers. If foreign objects are not disturbed, they should be a paradise. Therefore, the grass and the trees are the same. The landscape is the same. It can be badly built by people, not only because of the aura, but also because of the debt. Dead air."

"I see this place to make it easy, the inner pregnancy of the spirit of the spirit, so nourish all things, the monsters have to run over the mountains. Where is the dead air?" Drunken Mountain confused.

"You don't realize that it is natural." Dong Jun took the hand, "Or I still need to do anything. But you are the assistant to the soul of the prison, but you can't remember the land of the gods who are in charge of the middle of the job. No wonder they When you meet you, you have to squat in the dark."

"The **** of Zhongdu's incumbence is like a sea of ​​smoke. I can't remember when my hair grows out." Drunk Hill asked, "Which tube is this place?"

Dongjun said lightly: "No one is in charge."

The drunken mountain squatted a few steps and said: "Since this place has been pregnant, why didn't you send the **** of the job?"

"Because this place is not paid." Dong Jundao, "The Division of Divisions measures the places, the place where the incense is prosperous, the temple is built, and the **** is in charge according to merit. You have been waiting for the town, you can ask for it. The immortals of these qualifications are stationed, and it has been inextricably linked to its incense for hundreds of years. This place does not worship the heavens, the second does not ask God, the **** sea demon, the breakpoint division, is the ordinary demon does not want tube."

"How ridiculous, worshipping the demon, except that it is! Can you ignore it?"

"But for five hundred years, you have forgotten it." Dong Jun glanced at him. "You are a demon, that is, except for Li, isn't Lin Songjun?"

After drunkenness for a long while, he was stubborn: "Although I only bear the responsibility of the demon, but if it is demon, it is not impossible. Besides the net... after Lin Songjun, is it the whole nine days, then no more Is it amazing?"

Dongjun sighed softly and said: "Is it so easy to pick people? It is easy to demon, but it is difficult to get rid of the devil. In addition to those who are buried in the blood and sea, only Li Wei’s broken guns, Jing Lin The pharynx spring sword. Now that the sputum is slumbering, the pharynx has been broken, and where is Cheng Tianjun picking people from? The repair is easy to find, the truth is rare. In addition to the magic martial arts often involved in the blood sea, if not the mind is determined, dare to be free Take over."

"There are buddhas in the Vatican. If I don't believe, no one can demonize."

Dong Jun suddenly laughed at the sky, and he went away with a hand, saying: "Don't! When can you understand the twists and turns? If it is true Buddha, please why should Li Xi sleep in the **** sea. Things have always been the result of merit, and cause and effect."

The drunken mountain is closely following: "You said that people here worship the demon, but I am going to be a monster. What about people?"

Dongjun shrugged his shoulders: "The debt has gone."

"No," said Drunk Hill. "If the evil spirits are not removed, who can call them to pay their debts?"

"Debt yourself. Several people can blame the bird, but the Raksha bird is not a bad thing after all. But if thousands of people blame the blood, what is born, I can not expect." Dongjun is full of enthusiasm "You can call me."

Gu Shen was lured by the sound of the breath, and he slowly stepped forward and touched the trunk. The ancient wood, which has always stood still, suddenly fell from the shoulder of Gu Shen and touched the eyebrows of Gu Shen. The dry branches and rough skin, slipped in an inch, and it hurt a bit.

"He..." Gu Shen’s throat suddenly whimpered, and he pressed down. "Do you recognize me? I have been to the north, but I have been here since the future."

The roots of the ancient wood | stems pulled out from the soil, and then turned over the white bones. As the vines increased, the ancient wood was bent over and turned into a monster with a trailing mud. His roots must slide and move slowly. The branches seem to recognize the general face of the Capricorn, and then gradually cross the depths of the Gu, relying on the sweet potato.

The sweet potato is on the ground and the ears are touched by the vine branches. He stunned to see the monster move to his front and screamed without a reason.

"Mother."

The little wild ghosts stepped on the mud and climbed the monster's cane. They showed a naive and lively smile, bowed their heads on the vine branches, and cheerfully said: "Mother!"

The sweet potato is picked up by the rattan, and the little wild ghosts are also ringed by the rattan. He has neither a face nor a mouth, but both the sky and the net Lin hear the humming sound. In the vague voice, the humming sound of thousands of people, he gently shakes the children, the sweet potato hugs his vine, and cries out.

"Mother." Sweet potato leaned against him, "I am my mother!"

"Yes!" The little wild ghosts laughed and rolled between the mud and the vine. "Yes!"

"He" took the children and moved down the mountain. The mountain is separated into a road, and the white bones are constantly falling from the vines in the mud. He is still looking for and swimming farther.

"Where is he going?" The sky turned to see Gu Shen, but found that Gu Shen had burst into tears.

Gu Shen holds the scabbard and can't clearly wipe the tears: "...I thought he recognized me."

Jing Lin looked at the way and did not answer. He seems to have understood something, but he can't spit on Gu Shen.

Gu Shen turned back and watched "he" patrolling the mountains away, suddenly giving birth to an unbearable pain. He couldn't even tell where the pain was in the end, just repeated: "...I thought he recognized me."

The mountain **** patrols the mountains in the middle of the night. He circled like this, wandering between the mountains over and over again. There are more and more wild ghosts coming out of the grass. They are playing barefoot, riding the rattan of the mountain god, and calling the "mother" in a jagged manner.

Gu deep side of the waist swayed the copper bell, urging him to keep up. The ringing tone woke up to Gu Shen, but did not wake up Jing Lin. His eyes lingered on the brass bell, as if he had seen someone.

The stone villain jumped out of his sleeve and chased him to the side of his body. He picked it up and picked up the bell. The copper bell circled Gu Shen and hid in his belt. The stone fell on the ground, watching Gu Shen with a copper bell to chase the mountain god, I do not know why, the back seems to be a bit lonely.

The sky behind it, a finger in its grass crown: "Get it back, what is urgent."

The stone held his fingers and was carried on his shoulders.

"If you don't say a word, you must understand some reasons." The front of the sky looked at the front. "This thing is not a demon, not a devil, but it is not vicious, but it is killing. I see that he does not have a spirit sea, and there is a chaos inside and outside. What is he?"

Jinglin stepped on the bones and looked down for a moment. "If I guessed it, Gu Shen would not be home."

"This is related to him," said the sky.

"There is neither a relationship nor a relationship." Jing Lin gently kicked open the bones. "This place is a land of feng shui, but it is a mess of people. This city is made by people, but it is placed in the mountains, neither channel. There is no outsider in the city. There is only one way out of the city, and the heavy door locks are built. The monsters still can't escape, let alone talk about mortals."

“It’s like a stone pot.” Cang said, “It’s surrounded by mountains and is naturally dangerous. It’s inconvenient for people to live here. But the city’s meticulous construction is not like escaping.”

"It is indeed built for escape." Jing Lin said, "It is for the sake of sin. Winter Lin kills Chen's four to lead to the Raksha bird. The dead here but there is no evil. The Division is not aware of it. Because Huang Quan did not report."

"How." Cangwu asked, "Is there a relative of the king here?"

"Wang Wang is afraid to admit it." Jing Lin paused a little. "Most of the killings, even the souls swallowed."

"Where are so many little devils coming from?"

Jinglin looked at the sky and said: "The children are dead early."

Cangwu asked: "Where is this?"

"This city is not a Taoyuan township, but a Tibetan nest. There was a paragraph in the winter forest. "The girl in the car is frozen to death." Although the middle school is wide, but it can be frozen to the dead, it is not ours. This road?" Net Lin Weidun, no longer continue.

Still listening to the sky, asked the key.

"Why." The sky looked cold and cold. "Only send the girl."