(We can never make up for the mistakes we have made. Never)

In this continuous battle, the situation in Huaguo Mountain is certain, and why don't the demon kings come when they call for help?

The difficulties in Luzhou in Beiju are understandable. At that time, twelve of the thirty-sixth hall of Tiangang were trapped in Huaguoshan, and the remaining twenty-four were fighting against Luo Mu and others.

But the other two factions of the demon clan, Qitian Yang Jian and Hun Tian Lanfeng, also encountered a siege at this time. The danger was no less than that of Huaguo Mountain!

In this game, let’s first talk about Qitian Yang Jian’s encounter.

Since leaving Luzhou, Yang Jian, who has the title of Qitian Demon King, flies to China with Centipede, Chang Hao, and Yang Xian to go to Baihu Ridge, the place where the monkey killed the Bone Lady on the way west.

Before reaching the mountains, Yang Jian and others also noticed a trace of human activities. Then they pressed the cloud and landed in front of a human race level.

Although the three centipede dragon monsters are the souls of the Meishan brothers, they have lost all their memories because they borrowed corpses to resurrect their souls. Fortunately, Yang Jian has used the power of the demon flag to take them under his command. Otherwise, it is unknown whether these three people obeyed the order.

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When Yang Jian saw that these three monsters were half-demon, he said: "There are signs of people here. It will be inconvenient for us to act in half-demon bodies, so just follow me and go forward in human form."

The three monsters responded, and Yang Jian transformed into several traveling merchants and slowly approached the checkpoint.

Strange to say, the sky here is clear between yin and yang, and with the pass as the boundary, the pass is clear and peaceful, with green loess, clear water and green mountains.

But the land outside the pass is covered with thick clouds and black roofs, and there is no vegetation around. Only cliffs, rocks, dry branches and dry lakes are left.

Furthermore, this checkpoint is not blocked by an ordinary city gate with a high wall, but a mud wall with two Jing gates, no more than two feet high. Although the gate of the checkpoint is high, the bricks and tiles have been damaged over the years, exposing it to the swaying light of the sky.

On top.

There are countless houses around, but there is no gatekeeper. Instead, there are majestic red-crowned roosters walking between the houses.

I saw that on the Jingmen gate with a mud wall, there were black talismans hanging on them, with the words "Zhen" written in red blood. There was also a wonderful painting, and the stone tablet outside the gate had a picture of Zhong Kui's evil face, and the words "Chicken Cry Pass" on the side.

Three big words!

The cliff outside the door is bottomless, and a suspension bridge connects the dangerous peak at the other end.

"Demon King, this is..." Centipede asked.

Yang Jian said: "There are people in the world who have acquired the magic of heaven and are good at making talismans to ward off evil spirits and eliminate disasters. It is said that the yellow talisman drives away evil spirits, the purple talisman suppresses ghosts, and this black talisman is used to ward off evil spirits..."

At this moment, the door of the shabby house nearby suddenly opened, and an old man walked out of it.

This old man seemed to be over 10 years old, with a bald spot on his head, and his lower eyelids making it difficult to see what was in his eyes.

He was hunched over in a broken bell and was spreading some brown rice out with a dustpan.

Yang Jian and the others looked at each other, and he stepped forward and said, "Old sir, we are just businessmen from the city. May I ask where this place is?"

The old man didn't seem to hear, and moved forward little by little, scattering his brown rice. The red-crowned roosters on the side gradually gathered around him and started clucking.

"Old sir..." Yang Jian stepped forward to ask again.

The old man finished scattering the brown rice in the dustpan and threw it on the ground. He turned around and glanced up at Yang Jian and the others, and said slowly: "I don't know about the things in the city... I only know that I can get these chickens."

Feed me, if those bones enter this door, then the whole world will suffer..."

White bones? Yang Jian's heart trembled: "Old sir, please tell us in detail, what is the meaning of the white bones in your mouth?"

Why are you and these red-crowned roosters the only ones left in such a big rooster gate?"

"The soldiers fought in battle and turned into bones in the end. The king of Tang actually wanted to let flesh and blood fight against the bones... Haha, how wonderful..." The old man held the door and sat on the threshold.

Yang Jian looked at the old man, his eyes buried under his eyelids seemed to have a glimmer of light, which was intriguing.

Yang Jian stretched out his hand, grabbed it out of thin air from behind, and pulled out a four-foot sack. He placed the sack in front of the old man and opened it, only to see that it was full of first-generation polished rice.

"Old sir, people from our city like to hear about these weird things in the mountains. This bag of polished rice is a meeting gift from me. I also ask you to tell us about these bones..." Yang Jian said.

When the old man saw the bag of polished rice, his eyes were slightly moved. He reached into the bag, grabbed a handful of polished rice and rubbed it in his hands...

"This place is called Jiming Pass, but there was no such name five hundred years ago. But since the Tang Emperor's imperial disciples came with his three apprentices, everything has changed..." The old man raised his head and looked at

Looking at the gloomy sky beyond the door.

Yang Jian was puzzled: "Are you talking about Mrs. Bones?

I have also heard of such weird things, but didn’t the Monkey King beat the Bone Lady to death with three sticks?"

"Haha..." the old man said with a smile: "Those three sticks probably just took away the shackles on the bones of Mrs. Bones..."

"How do you say this?" Yang Jian asked.

The old man said: "You know, Mrs. White Bones was a miserable woman during her lifetime. The bitterness lies in the fact that she has an extremely yin body. There is not a single yang in the horoscope of her body and bones.

In her sixteenth year, famines continued in the villages and towns where she lived, and this extremely yin body was regarded as a disaster.

A group of people in the village pushed her onto the cliff, and even her parents regarded her as unknown.

This jump cost her her life and condensed the resentment in her heart. Just before she came back to life for the first seven days, she took advantage of the evil wind to massacre the entire village, including her parents.

At this point, the ghost has become a evil spirit, and a single thought will cause all kinds of evil.

In just a few days, the evil spirit of the Bone Lady absorbed the souls of a whole village, and those dead bones became slaves for her to control."

"Didn't the ghost messenger come to collect her?" Yang Jian asked.

"Collect it? Hum..." the old man laughed, "It's extremely evil. Even if the four ghosts come, there's nothing you can do. This kind of evil thing can only be collected by God!"

When Yang Jian heard this, he probably understood a little bit. As the saying goes, it is not allowed by heaven. Throughout the ages, there have been several evil spirits born, but they are all condensed with resentment. The maximum time they can survive is three thousand years.

Therefore, as long as it does not cholera others, the gods will not care.

Yang Jian said: "I am clear about the things that cannot be tolerated by the laws of heaven, but why does the Great Sage Qitian break off the bone collar?"

The old man said: "The world doesn't know that Madam White Bones and the Monkey King have known each other for a long time. They are on a journey to learn scriptures, and Madam White Bones has no intention of disturbing them.

At that time, Mrs. Bones transformed into a village woman and went to meet the five Buddhist monks. She was not looking for Sanzang, but for Qi Tian. She wanted to save a girl..."

"Oh? This Mrs. Bones is filled with resentment, so why does she need to help others? Dare I ask who this girl is..." Yang Jian said.

"A person with the same fate as her..." the old man said.

The sky was gradually fading, and Yang Jian looked at the old man in front of him. In this barren mountain, there was this man leading a group of red-combed pheasants to guard the place.

And what he is talking about is probably something that few people in this world know about.

"Old sir, let's not talk about the past. You haven't told us in detail about the Cockcrow Pass yet," Yang Jian said.

The old man looked at the other side of the pass and said: "After the pilgrims left, the white tiger gathered a group of dark clouds. I don't know when it started, but white bones often attacked the village.

The garrisoning officers were ordered to protect the people, but...how could flesh and blood resist bones? Every time those bones killed someone, they would become one of their own.

In ten years or a hundred years, the bones of the army have exceeded hundreds of thousands, but they only travel at night, and when the rooster crows at the fifth watch, they retreat in a hurry.

They march skillfully, advance and retreat in an orderly manner, and they don't look like people without a master. If anyone else can command these tens of thousands of bones and soldiers, the only one I can think of is the Bone Lady..."

"Old sir, who are you?" Yang Jian asked.

The old man said: "I am just a fortune teller. I did some evil things in my early years, so I came here to protect the people of the world from these bones..."

Yang Jian said: "To be honest, Mr. Lao, we are going to Baihu Ridge. Since you said you are a fortune teller, why not tell us the fortune of our trip?"

After hearing this, the old man waved his hand and said with a bitter smile: "Forget it, forget it, how can you live in peace if you miss the secret? Everyone in the world thinks that knowing their destiny can avoid disasters and reduce goods. But no matter what you choose, in the end,

, will all lead to the determined outcome of destiny.

They come, the security..."

Seeing that he didn't want to say anything, Yang Jian didn't force it. He stood up and said, "In that case, old sir, let's say goodbye. Thank you for your story."

The old man said: "Wait a minute, let's get rid of the danger and come to fight for rice. In fact, a story can repay you. Come, come, come..."

As he said that, the old man reached into his arms and took out a piece of white paper and handed it to Yang Jian. He said: "You and I are not mediocre people. Please accept this peace and blessing. Maybe I can save your life."

..."

Yang Jian held this piece of white paper, with both pros and cons blank, and said with a smile: "Mr., maybe he took it by mistake. This is just a piece of white paper."

The old man smiled and said: "Black is the father of white, and space is the father of existence. Only when you go into the depths of darkness will you know how precious light is."

Yang Jian thought thoughtfully, this sentence was just the old man's explanation of this talisman, but in Yang Jian's view, this sentence was not only that, but also implied the path he was taking now.

Heaven is the god, earth is the monster, and the middle is the human being. Good and evil are determined by humans.

People think that good is white and evil is black. But what is the reality? When light covers the eyes, it is darkness. Those who live in darkness long for light.

There is no such thing as good or evil, it's just one side of the story.

"Unless a saint dies, thieves will never stop. Thank you, old gentleman, for your guidance..." Yang Jian said, "May I ask the old gentleman his name?"

The old man stood up and murmured as he dragged the rice bag into the house: "During the Zhenguan period, in order to help the fishermen to feed themselves, he taught himself how to fish for golden carp...

The Dragon King was angry and changed Yun Yu and lost his life. My original intention was to save people, but I hurt the dragon's life because of it. One life was exchanged for another.

But what right do I have to decide the life and death of others... Haha..."

After saying that, the old man turned around and closed the door.

Yang Jian was stunned on the spot. The precise words in the old man's mouth had already revealed his identity.
Chapter completed!