"High energy ahead (

"Whatever." Song Qingxiao's goal is not on these clothes. After changing into the treasures purchased by Yunjin Baoyifang, although she has not experienced real actual combat, out of'trust' for Su Wu, she is The demand for ordinary dresses has plummeted.

At this moment, he was obviously more concerned about the clues of the trial. Seeing that the big man hadn't talked about the clues of the task properly, he asked about the clothes instead, could not help but deal with him casually, and then urged:

"and then?"

There was a look of shock and disbelief on the big man's face. He was obviously surprised by her answer. He ignored the question behind her, and raised the clothes in his hand and stammered and asked:

"You, are you sure?"

"..." Song Qingxiao was a little speechless, not knowing what kind of person the little junior sister was before entering the trial, which caused her to say this now, this big man showed such a look.

"Yes." Her eyelids twitched, and the big man showed hesitation on his face. The action of holding up his clothes froze for a moment, gave her a peek, and muttered to himself in a low voice:

"The one who went to the cemetery to practice courage last night is that I am not a junior sister, so logically speaking, I shouldn't be evil?"

He frowned:

"Could it be that Shen Jiaxie's **** is so big? Just hearing the name, you have already recruited Junior Sister?"

"Don't talk crazy!" His self-talk fell into Song Qing's ears, causing her mouth to twitch, and he couldn't help but yell.

As soon as he said this, the big man breathed a sigh of relief and grinned: "It's still so fierce."

"Get a few more." He didn't get angry when he was scolded. Instead, he reached out and grabbed a lot of clothes from the box.

These dresses can be seen as old, but they are cleanly washed and neatly folded and packed at the bottom of the box.

Judging from the paper **** littered in the house, the girls who live here are not like people who can take care of these trivial things.

Seeing the man's familiarity with the actions of folded clothes, he may have done nothing less to take care of people.

Being able to spend time doing these things while still practicing, it seems that the man in front of him is credible.

"I'll get you some headband." The big man didn't know the kung fu at this moment, and Song Qingxiao had a general assessment of him in his heart.

After he said this, he grabbed a handful of ropes of various colors from the bamboo basket that was moved on the bed and put them on top of the folded clothes.

"Right, speaking of Shen Zhuang." After all this, he seemed to remember the previous urging of Song Qingxiao, and then went on:

"This Shenzhuang was also very famous back then."

He packs up a lot of clothes quickly, and he moves very skillfully:

"Shenzhuang was famous all over the country for raising silkworms. Even when the Houjin government could no longer support it, Shenzhuang's economy was very strong. At that time, there was a well-known wealthy family nationwide."

It is precisely because of this that even in the post-Golden period, the domestic people are not living, the victims in the four places have risen uprising, and the warlords in various places have separatist regimes, but the impact on Shenzhuang is not large.

"The soil and water in Shenzhuang are particularly suitable for growing mulberry and raising silkworms. The local mulberry leaves grow very well, and the silkworms that are raised spit a lot of silk, and the cocoons are very large. The silk woven is a tribute that the royal family named every year."

Speaking of Shenzhuang, Dahan talked about the past of the year:

"But because later an army of the Houjin government failed and retreated to Shenzhuang, it is said that the leader at the head somehow seemed to be irritated and crazy."

He quickly took a piece of coarse cloth and packed everything into it, and quickly packed out an extremely large package:

"He ordered the slaughter of the city overnight, causing rivers of blood to become rivers and mountains of accumulated bones, blocking the city gates."

People outside the city couldn't get in, and people inside the city were blocked by corpses. In the end, all soldiers and soldiers were trapped inside the city.

"After so many people died, the grievances were naturally very serious. In the following ten years, no one dared to approach half a point."

He quickly shook the package, and put the weight on his shoulders, showing a touch of satisfaction:

"But it's strange to say that the resentment over there is so heavy, it is said that the cats, snakes, insects, rats and ants with heavy anger do not dare to approach half a minute, but the mulberry leaves grow very well."

The big man turned his head and looked around, fearing that something had fallen:

"Ten years later, people nearby remembered the legend of Shenzhuang back then, and boldly went to pick mulberry leaves. The mulberry leaves they picked are especially good for feeding silkworms."

Although Shen Zhuang was frightening after being slaughtered, the rumors that the people who died in it were turned into terrible ghosts because of their bleak deaths.

"But in this age of war, no ghost can be as scary as being poor, so gradually many people go to Shenzhuang to pick mulberry leaves."

It is very surprising that the mulberry leaves there grow very well, regardless of the season, and the cocoons made by the silkworm fed with such mulberry leaves are very beautiful, and the silk spun is better than other places.

Interests are moving.

Over time, everyone gradually forgot the horror of Shenzhuang. There were more people who have been there, and the neighborhood of Shenzhuang also gained some popularity.

"Over 70 years ago, people from several nearby villages organized a large group of people to clean up the dead bodies in Shenzhuang, and after clearing the city, they moved in again."

In the time that followed, nothing weird happened again.

And with the passage of time, the people who lived in picked mulberry and raised silkworms, and gradually made a fortune, which aroused the greed of the nearby people.

Under the temptation of Caibo, the people who lived in the first place developed one after another. Many people who fled back then moved back one after another.

Seventy years have been in peace.

Even with the development of the silk industry, Shenzhuang has recovered a bit of the prosperity of the year. Seeing that everyone's life is going to be more and more prosperous, suddenly something happened in Shenzhuang at this time.

When the big guy said this, he stopped and deliberately sold it off.

"What's the matter?" Song Qingxiao actually knew it in his heart, but seeing the look of the big man looking forward to asking questions, he followed his expression and asked.

"Shen Zhuang is making a ghost!" His expression seemed to scare a child.

"Oh." Song Qingxiao replied, but his mind was already active.

According to the big man, after Shen Zhuang experienced such a change, under the extremely heavy aura of the dead spirits, he would breed fierce ghosts, and it should not be uncommon for ghosts and ghosts to appear.

It is strange to wonder why, 70 years ago, these people who first moved in were not harmed by the ghosts, but lived together peacefully for so many years, until more than 70 years later, rumors of ghosts reappeared?

"Little Junior Sister, why are you doing this?"

The big guy was a little unhappy when she saw her performance:

"Usually the master punishes you to go to the cemetery to practice courage, people who are trembling with fright. Now that you hear a ghost, just react like this?" He thought for a while, and suddenly realized:

"Don't you think I lied to you?"

He stood up straight with a ‘swish’:

"Aunt Wu said, Shen Zhuang is really haunted, and it's quite fierce! Many people in the city have found out, so look for someone who is superior!"

The masters and apprentices here are just Taoist priests in an unnamed Po Taoist temple on the nearby barren mountains and ridges, and they are not well-known people.

Among the four masters and apprentices on the mountain, in addition to the original ‘Little Junior Sister’, the other two disciples also stepped into the door of practice.

Only in the early years, we still need to eat and drink Lazarus and so on.

This aunt Wu was married to a village near the foot of the mountain, and she would send some fruits and vegetables to the mountain with her husband when she was free, so she got acquainted with a few of her masters and apprentices.

She actually didn't know whether the masters and disciples in the Taoist temple on the mountain had real skills, but when she came to the mountain recently, the old Tao saw the black air in her hall and felt something was wrong. After asking her why, she started talking about it. What happened to my natal family.

It wasn't until Lao Dao took the initiative to mention it that she was surprised that the old man had some abilities. She immediately told the story and told Lao Dao that the mayor of Shen Zhuangli had issued an order.

All monks and Taoist priests who go to Shenzhuang, whether they really help them solve their troubles or not, will give them a monetary reward, including carriage, food and accommodation expenses, etc.

And if the matter can be resolved for them, then the mayor will take the lead and gather together a few rich and powerful squires in the town, and will collect a large sum of money to thank those who helped them.

Shenzhuang is very rich. Many people rely on sericulture. They have money at home and are not afraid to spend money on things.

"The master doesn't care about money and other things, but he has calculated..."

When the big man said this, he subconsciously stopped.

As if thinking of something, he swallowed the words that came to his lips in time, and then turned into:

"You are a girl, and you are the only woman in the Taoist temple. Sometimes it is not convenient for the master to take the children. Aunt Wu has helped a lot."

Even when she started to develop a few years ago, the master asked Aunt Wu to stay with her for a few days and taught her a lot of common sense.

"So Aunt Wu offered to ask the master for help, but the master was not easy to refuse."

When the big man said this, he took a cautious look at Song Qingxiao, and he was involuntarily relieved after seeing that she didn't seem to notice the word she had said before.

"It's just that this trip is extremely dangerous. A few days ago, the master burned incense and bathed, and after divination of the hexagrams, he said that it is difficult to know the good or bad for this trip.

He felt a little melancholy at once, holding the huge package, as if for a moment.

But after a while, he returned to his previous carefree appearance:

"Master said, this trip has a life and death catastrophe. If you can go through it smoothly, then you will naturally be safe and sound; if you can't make it through..."

When he said this, his voice stopped, but the meaning of the words was already self-evident.

Song Qingxiao didn't take the "can't get through" in her heart. In her heart, this time's task is related to her life and death. In any case, it is absolutely impossible to fail.

She noticed a vocabulary in Dahan dialect:

"you guys?"

If according to the old saying, life and death go through smoothly, everyone is naturally safe, why would he call you you?

"Slip of the tongue! Error of the word!" The big man slapped his mouth hastily, and finally smirked twice:

"Hehe."

Song Qingxiao wanted to ask more questions, but he had already noticed that a breath was coming here.

In a moment, a man in his fifties appeared outside the open door.

He dressed similarly to the big man, but he was thinner.

With an inch of hair left, his back was straight, and he looked very serious.

"Have you not cleaned up yet?" He asked with his hands folded behind his back.

"OK OK."

The big man who was still chatting with Song Qingxiao jumped up, and raised his hands of the packed baggage:

"Little Junior Sister's stuff is here, we can set off as soon as the hour arrives."

When the old man saw the house that had been cleaned up, his expression first eased, but when he saw the package in the hands of the big man, he frowned tightly:

"If you go out to do errands, why don't you go to the mountains and play, and bring so many things?"

Before Song Qing said something, the big man hurriedly explained:

"I'll carry it for the little junior sister." His face was pleading:

"Master, it's the first time for the little sister to go to such a distant place. She is young, and it is reasonable to want to bring a few more clothes to change."

The old man's eyes showed disapproval, as if he wanted to speak and blame.

But for some reason, under the gaze of the big man, he moved his lips. In the end, he didn't make a sound. He just gave Song Qing a fierce look, and then folded his hands:

"Don't hurry up! After finishing packing, we will gather in the main hall. We have to offer incense to our ancestors and bless us on this trip smoothly."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left first.

The big man breathed a sigh of relief, gave Song Qing a small look, and motioned for her to follow along.

"Master, how many days do we have to go for this trip to Shenzhuang?" The big man carried a huge package~lightnovelpub.net~ and followed the old man lightly, and couldn't help asking:

"Would you like to bring some food for the little sister?"

"No need!" The old man walked through the simple narrow road with his hands on his back, without looking back:

"Aunt Wu has rented an ox cart under the mountain and will take us to Shenzhuang. With her, she will prepare meals for Qing Xiao, so you don't need to worry about it."

"Oh." The big man obediently agreed.

"As for going to a few days..." The old man was not sure, and he pondered for a moment:

"It depends on whether things go well or not." At the end, he sighed:

"I hope the patriarch will bless me, so that I can appease the unjust souls."

Having said this, he seemed to be thinking of something, and suddenly asked:

"The letter I asked you to send the other day, did you post it?"

"Sent." The big man nodded, "It's just a master. The letter has neither a receiving address nor a recipient. Who do you send to, can he receive it?"

"At that time you will naturally know."

The old man dropped a mysterious word and stopped answering the big man's question.

While the master and apprentice were talking, several people had already entered a lobby.

There are several statues of gods enshrined in the lobby. The paint on the statues is mottled, but I don't know if they are enshrined by incense all the year round. Song Qingxiao discovered that the statues here have given birth to some spiritual aura.

Kneeling in front of the hall was a man in his thirties, who seemed to be a bit older than the big man. Before the three of them came over, he was muttering words. After hearing the footsteps, he stood up and saluted the old man respectfully:

"master."

He greeted the old man, then saw the big man behind him, and called out with a complex expression:

"Big Brother," then he looked at Song Qingxiao with a very weird expression and greeted her:

"Little Junior Sister."