Ye arrived inch by inch, reaching out to grab it, but wrapping his five fingers tightly, lingering.

Zijing Mountain does not refer to a mountain, but a place name. The name Zijing Mountain comes from the purple tree in the mountains. The tree is hard and crispy. Zijing Mountain burns these into carbon to sell. Gradually, a large number of carbon burners gathered in Zijing Mountain.

Most of them are those who have lost their land, and those who have left their hometowns are now here.

The people in the Zijing Mountain area are all poor people. Since they were young, Baishan no longer knew what they would do in the future. They just felt unwillingness and depression in their hearts, but they could not change the days when they burned carbon and sold carbon all day long.

Whenever he was selling carbon, he saw the servants of wealthy families who came to buy carbon. They were picking up the carbon they had worked hard to burn, without a single praise. No matter how good the carbon was, they would find reasons to reduce the price, and get one point, even though their clothes were much better than those who sold carbon.

What made Baishan feel most depressed was that they used their high-ranking eyes and tone to pick on their carbon, and kept the price as much as possible, but in the end they pretended to be generous when they gave the money.

He thought he would grow old like his father, and eventually get married and have children, and the children would make a living by burning carbon like himself. He was frightened, and was extremely scared when the night was quiet.

Until a person appeared, the darkness in his eyes faded away, and his heart, which had gradually become numb and cold, became burning, and the humiliation that had once turned into a raging fire.

"This Qing evil spirit must be punished completely, and must be punished completely."

The families in Zijing Mountain all built wooden houses randomly, and they had no return. They gathered together to form villages on their own. The place where they were located was Dazhai, named Zhongmenzhai.

Zhongmen Village is surrounded by night, and is well-organized and does not show any gloriousness.

But few people know that this village has its own pattern, with the power of a dragon and a slump in the tiger, and the Yin-Yang Count cannot calculate the people and things in this village.

The village is built of wood, with its roots tangled, tangled, connected between them, and connected between them.

In the middle of the room.

Baishan stood in front of the house and looked at the sky. A man with broken legs sat there in the light behind him.

His name is Yang Musen, who is the same year as Baishan, but he is not from the same place. He is all Hakka, but he does not come from the same place.

The two of them grew up together and played together, but they each had their own group of villagers.

Baishan looked back at the Yang Musen who had broken one leg, but seemed calm and composed at this moment. Baishan couldn't help but think in his heart: "Everything is for the church, to save Mr. Yilong, he invited the destiny of heaven, and I am the same, so how can I distinguish each other?"

He thought hard like this, in order to relieve the feeling of depression in his heart.

In his heart, he hoped to obtain the teaching of spells, but now his Sima status is not qualified to obtain the spells. The broken-legged man sitting under the lamp drinking tea was once like himself, even two years later than him, but now he has obtained the spell, the spell given by his Heavenly Father Yang Xiuqing.

Yang Xiuqing's real name is Yang Silong, and the name Xiuqing was changed. Baishan recognized Yang Xiuqing and had contacts, but he did not follow Yang Xiuqing. He first followed Mr. Feng Yilong. The words he knew were taught by Mr. Feng Yilong. Originally, Mr. Yilong was about to grant him magic, but he was suddenly arrested by Qing Yao and imprisoned in Guiping Prison.

Then many things in the church were in chaos. Yang Silong became Yang Xiuqing and became the body of the Heavenly Father descending to the earth. Yang Musen was granted spells, and he was still Sima.

"Who is the origin of the True Man Bu Xiao you invited?" Baishan asked.

Yang Musen stroked the cotton cloth covering his legs and said, "I don't have to worry about this anymore. I still have some experience in knowing people's ability."

As soon as he said this, Baishan's heart suddenly became angry. The people he brought were tested by Yang Musen, and the people he brought could not even ask about their origin. They used to be the same carbon burners, and they all picked up carbon to sell them in the wind and snow.

"If something happens, something happens in the church..."

"If there is any good or bad, there will be punishment from the Father of Heaven."

Before Baishan could finish speaking, Yang Musen had cut off his words, which made Baishan feel angry again.

But now Mr. Yilong is in prison, and the person in charge is Yang Xiuqing and the others. He can't speak at all. Even if he takes people back to Zijing Mountain, he has to report to Wei Changhui, who just joined the sect last year.

Baishan took a deep breath. He understood that the man with broken legs sitting under the light no longer cared about him. At this time, his status was already higher than his. Now he has introduced a destiny to join the sect. He must go further and his position will be more stable in the future.

After today, he will have an additional guilt of being unknown. He can foresee that the blind young man he brought will die tonight, and after his death, he will also install the identity of a demon spy on him.

Yang Musen will gain merit from his faults, one by one, and the distance between them will be further widened. Even if Mr. Yilong is rescued in the future, he will find it difficult to turn over.

"Does it still have to waste your life? Mr. Yilong lit the torch of the way forward for me, and am I going to fall into darkness again?"

In the darkness outside the room, there were shadows and shadows. They were people in the church. They had heard from somewhere that Baishan brought back a man of unknown origin from outside and would be subject to the review of the destiny tonight.

In a quiet room in Zhongmen Village, the windows and doors were covered with black cloth. The cloth was not a vernacular cloth, but a ban on cloaking clothes.

This is a must-have weapon for the destiny of heaven. This banned wardrobe can be worn on the body, covers doors and windows, and bans consciousness and cuts off the gods. The magical powers and magic of outsiders cannot be peeked at.

However, any destiny that requires hexagrams to be performed will definitely find a house to live in it to cover up the doors and windows. It must also be a house that is inhabited, because as long as it is a house that is formed and is a private object, others are not allowed to enter it without permission.

The ban on cloaking clothes will attract the popular and selfish desires that have been accumulated over time in the house to block others' peeping and calculations.

Under the ordinary eyes, you naturally cannot see any changes in the room. If you look at it with your spiritual eyes, you will find that the room is already wrapped in a layer of dust, and the color of dust is changing, like a colorful woven.

Bu Xiao did not rush to calculate the origin of Yi Yan, but paced around the room, and the shadows in the light were shaking back and forth on the wall.

In his heart, the blind young man brought back by Baishan must be just a disciple who had just left the master and walked down the mountain, or a casual cultivator. Otherwise, how could someone easily get the object that left his own breath?

What he is thinking now is what Master said when he left the mountain.

"In the south of the world, there may be wild dragons soaring into the sky, and there may be a foreign demon god vaguely descending. The disaster of the Qing Dynasty is also an opportunity for us. You can go there."

So when he came here, he realized that there were many people here, and he often saw a fight between the crowd, which was really a sign of a chaotic world.

Until he set up a street and met Yang Musen. After contacting Yang Musen, he asked Ling once, but found that he could only know that this Yang Musen came from Zijing Mountain, while the rest were all blurred.

Only those who have reached a certain level of practice will do this, and for him, even ordinary practitioners cannot hide their origins in front of him.

However, Yang Musen did not seem to have any magic power, nor did he have the long and long aura of a practitioner, but he was just like an ordinary person.

However, he was unable to calculate his origin, which made Yang Musen feel that things were unusual.

Until he came to the Zijing Mountain, he immediately understood what was going on.

There are gods here who have come to the world, and the people here all have strange auras. If one of them is put into the vast sea of ​​people, there will definitely be no strangeness. However, when they gather together, they have created a wish light in the Bauhinia Mountain, which is a specious wish light.

They are divine people, and they exist in books. Thousands of years ago, when the heaven was re-established, and those who practiced the divine ways would have had divine people when they walked on the earth.

He couldn't help but think of the master's purpose of letting him go down the mountain. He thought to himself: "Has there been a foreign demon god who has come? Or would someone raise the banner of righteousness here, gather people to look for it, and establish a country?"

"Forget it, since I have found it, I will stay and see if there is any opportunity." Bu Xiao thought in his heart, and turned around and sat cross-legged on the table next to the kettle. He thought again: "This is also because you have bad luck in the future. When you meet me, it is not that I want to make things difficult for you. But I have to act in accordance with the hearts of the people now, so that I can have my own future opportunities."

I saw him turn his hand and four small flags appeared in his palm. The small flags were of different colors and each had a ray of light.

He picked up a small flag and slowly inserted it on the east side of the kettle. The flag was green. The flag was not next to the table. As soon as it stood in the void, a blue light rose, rising from the height of the man and then hiding in nothingness.

Another flag was red and inserted into the south, and the small flag was not close to the table. It stood in vain and burned like a flame.

Another flag is golden and white, standing on the west side of the kettle, with a dazzling golden and white ray of light, like the light reflected by a mirror under the sun.

The last flag is black, and as soon as it appears, it seems that there is a yin and cold air rising in the room.

When the four flags were fixed, a four-color cloud formed and wrapped the kettle.

Immediately afterwards, I saw Master Bu Xiao closing his eyes, but in the moment when he closed his eyes, the top of his head seemed to have cracked, and something seemed to have emerged.

This thing is unknown, with black claws, red eyes, and fangs. The others are hard to see clearly. Its claws are torn to open the void, poking its head and face out, and looking at the kettle wrapped in four-color clouds.

At first glance, it seemed to have emerged from the head of Bu Xiao Zhenren, and was lying on Bu Xiao Zhenren's back.
Chapter completed!