Wei Yuan looked quite embarrassed.
His hands and feet were trembling slightly because he had used too much force before, and his body was tingling. Every breath would cause the Crouching Tiger Technique and the evil spirit to fight in his body. The ghost king he saw this time was indeed a great enemy that Wei Yuan had never encountered before. At this point, he was already exhausted.
At this moment, he sat on the ground, exhausted, and didn't want to move a finger.
When the ghost completely disappeared, the Crouching Tiger waist badge trembled softly.
There were words flowing in the spirit platform, which were the merits obtained.
Perhaps because Wei Yuan only made up the last sword, the merits were not as much as imagined, but there were not a few. Together with the demons and ghosts killed when stealing the feather clothes before, he barely got a hundred points. The previous killing of a little ghost was only a two or three technique, and Qi Niang dispersed the evil spirit by herself, and only got seven points of merit.
This is a rare and generous number.
Wei Yuan exhaled a foul breath.
After easing his breath for a while, he forced himself to stand up. Looking back, he saw the ruins all over the mountain and thought of the evil Taoist he had just seen. He wondered if the Taoist had been crushed into powder by the storm evoked by the goddess, and whether there was a trace of soul left to exorcise ghosts.
The spread of evil magic in Quan City, and who caused the revival of the demons in this ghost domain.
I'm afraid it's all related to the Taoist.
Wei Yuan took out a thousand-mile tracking talisman, shook his hand and ignited it, his own perception increased significantly, and everything around him became extremely clear. He saw that the Taoist's breath had not dissipated, but he had avoided the storm that could be called a natural disaster by some means and ran to a hidden place at the bottom of the mountain.
.........
The Taoist in black robe was in a mess and ran straight down the mountain.
His face was pale and he was panting like a cow.
Now, just recalling the scene that seemed like the wrath of heaven, he would feel his scalp tingling and fearful. If it weren't for the warning of the talisman passed down by the ancestors, he would have died. But even if he escaped by chance, his Taoism was broken by the wind and thunder, and even the talisman was consumed. He barely escaped.
The Taoist stepped on the air and fell to the ground and rolled twice.
From a distance, he could see the village hotel at the foot of the mountain that imitated the human world. He gritted his teeth, struggled to get up and continued to walk.
He only needed to hide in it, just hide among those living people, and he could sneak out.
Then spread what he saw today.
The goddess of the Qin and Han dynasties revived, and the crouching tiger of ancient times reappeared.
All this news must be spread.
He vaguely heard a low and crazy roar from the other side of the mountain. He knew that Crouching Tiger and Goddess were facing the real body of the ghost domain demon. They had no time to take care of themselves, so he took a breath and sped up. But just when he was about to reach the target, a chill emerged.
The Taoist priest rolled to the side almost instinctively.
Then, his back felt cold and it was a burning pain.
He was already injured.
With a low roar of pain, the black-robed Taoist priest struggled to turn around and saw a man walking out of the shadow of the woods. He was dressed in gray and brown clothes, with a skinny body and an expressionless face. He looked like an old man, but also like a young man. If Wei Yuan was here, he would be able to recognize that this was Wu Liu, the owner of the B&B.
He was staring at the Taoist priest viciously, his teeth creaking.
His skinny arm, which had almost no muscles, dragged a ghost-head knife, leaving a mark on the ground.
The storm subsided, but it still affected the clouds. Now the sky was clear over the mountain, but a sudden rainstorm fell around the mountain, soaking the clothes of the two people here. Wu Liu's eyes were red, staring at the Taoist who tricked him into the water and sealed his soul in his body. He was neither a human nor a ghost.
He clenched his teeth, and the sound seemed to be squeezed out from his teeth.
"Evil Taoist!!"
"Finally I've waited for you..."
The Taoist in black looked at Wu Liu who came for revenge, but his eyes were full of absurdity after surprise and anger after being looked down upon. He sneered and said, "You are just a corpse ghost, what nonsense are you talking here!"
Wu Liu's eyes widened, and his originally expressionless face was crazy and painful.
He took a step and rushed towards the Taoist in black in the rainy night.
The gloomy ghost-head knife was raised with the strength of twisting his body, and broke through the rain curtain with the anger of an ordinary person.
............
When Wei Yuan found the evil Taoist priest with the power of the Thousand Mile Tracking Talisman, the Taoist priest had already turned into a corpse, his eyes wide open, lying in the mud, with a big hole in his waist, his intestines mixed with blood flowing out, soaked in the mud.
Wu Liu sat against a stone.
He lost an arm.
He just used this arm to exchange his life with the Taoist priest.
A person who claims to be high and mighty and is thinking hard about escaping has no way of understanding what a person who wants revenge at the cost of his life is thinking. The Taoist priest didn't know, so he lost his life. Wei Yuan lowered his body and felt that the soul of the evil Taoist priest was scattered when he left his body.
It seemed that he was cursed in advance, and it was impossible to search his soul and exorcise the ghost.
Instead, he found a yellow talisman on him, which had his Taoist name and surname written on it, like an ID card. He put it together with the Taoist's relics and looked at Wu Liu, who, after taking revenge, was like a walking corpse, sitting against a stone with a dull look.
For a long time, he looked at the sky, sighing as if crying or laughing:
"I want to bask in the sun..."
............
The way the ghost domain itself exists is to accumulate the evil spirit of the Luojiang River with the ghost king as the core, forming a place different from the ordinary world of the human world. Now that the ghost king has been killed and the river has been diverted, the foundation of the ghost domain has disappeared.
Soon this world was connected to the human world.
At the place where the anti-bow evil spirit was originally located, all the people who were still in the ghost domain suddenly appeared.
The original hotel inn, when it appeared in the human world, turned into paper things, and then was burned by the yang energy of the human world and disappeared. Zhang Hao and others with dark circles under their eyes saw that those innocent tourists were fine, just unconscious, and saw Wei Yuan again, and they felt relieved.
Zhang Hao put out his cigarette and walked forward, and said with relief: "Master Wei, you are safe, so good."
"What about the ghost domain?"
Wei Yuan wanted to say that he had solved the ghost king with the help of the goddess, but when he turned around, he saw that the goddess in white had disappeared at some point. He was slightly startled, knowing that she didn't want to appear, so he smiled and replied:
"It has been broken with the help of a passing master."
"Don't worry about it in the future."
A passing master?
Zhang Hao and Shen Jifeng looked at each other strangely, but they did not ask any more questions. Instead, Linli Ke organized people to move these unconscious tourists to a safe place. Wei Yuan saw that Wu Liu was hesitant to speak, so he said to Zhang Hao on his behalf: "This is Wu Liu. He has been trapped in the ghostland for a while. I wonder if you can help find his family?"
Zhang Hao was surprised and nodded: "Of course there is no problem."
Looking at Wu Liu again, he said: "I wonder which city your family is in, Mr. Wu?"
Wu Liu hesitated for a long time before reporting a name he had never heard of before.
Liu Village.
Finally, after going around in circles and Wu Liu's vague description, they found the real owner. The village Wu Liu mentioned turned out to be the real rural sanatorium, but the name was very old, so old that only some old people in the village who were so old that they had lost all their teeth remembered it.
The car slowly stopped at the entrance of the village.
Perhaps it was the influence of the remaining evil spirit, the clouds in the sky today were very low, gloomy, and there was no sunshine.
Wu Liu, who had lost one arm, trembled as he got out of the car. He looked at the bustling village where the construction was taking place. He was unfamiliar with it and was a little afraid to recognize it. The village chief came forward. After Zhang Hao and Wei Yuan explained, the middle-aged village chief with a capable face cooperated and found all the people with the surname Wu in the village.
But none of them recognized Wu Liu, at least they had no impression of such a person.
Just when everyone was looking at each other, not knowing what to do, a young man in his twenties slapped his forehead and suddenly said:
"Does the extinct Wu family count?!"
Everyone looked over, and the middle-aged village chief stared over. The young man was startled and lowered his voice, but still said hesitantly: "I remember that under the willow tree at the old village head, the old lady said that her husband's family died, and his surname was Wu."
Wei Yuan was thoughtful, looking at the excited Wu Liu, looking at the village chief, and said politely:
"Please take us there."
The village chief opened his mouth, but still nodded and said:
"It's okay to go, but the old lady, she, well, you will know when you go there..."
.........
Wei Yuan and others soon saw the old willow tree and the old man sitting under the willow tree.
Along the way, from the village chief's rambling narration, we know that the old man is very old and has suffered from Alzheimer's disease. He can't remember anything. The village chief shook his head and said, "This old lady is already over 70 years old. Her husband went missing 60 years ago. Everyone said he drowned in the water, but she didn't believe it and kept waiting."
"She waited and waited, from the age of 17 to now."
"Look, now she is crazy, but she is still waiting."
"If it weren't for the help from the village, how could the old lady have endured it? Now, she doesn't recognize anyone in the village..."
The village chief saw the man with a broken arm open his mouth and then walked towards the old man. The village chief just said something impolite, but he was a little anxious. He raised his hand to pull Wu Liu. Wei Yuan raised his arm to stop him. Looking at Wu Liu's trembling body, he sighed and was speechless.
Under the willow tree, the old lady's silver hair was neat and tidy, and she looked at the entrance of the village quietly.
Wei Yuan followed Wu Liu.
Wu Liu walked forward step by step, looking at the old lady, and said self-deprecatingly:
"It's her. I can recognize her at a glance. She is my wife. Our village is remote, and my family lives opposite hers. It's natural that we have played together since childhood and got married. My family is poor. On the day of the wedding, I carried two bags of rice and flour and brought her back to my home. She didn't dislike me for anything, but I was holding my breath in my heart, thinking that what others have, my family should also have."
"That day I went out to make a hairpin for her. I saw the Taoist priest fell into the water, so I went to save him..."
He squatted down, looked at the old man, and said with a smile and tears:
"Do you still remember me?"
Without much hope, the old man who even the villagers didn't remember looked at the crying skinny man, but naturally stretched out his hand and asked, "Are you back?"
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Wu Liu trembled, and tears couldn't stop flowing down.
He seemed to have finally let go of the thing he was most worried about and afraid of. He sat down on the ground and grinned:
"I'm back."
He sat with the old lady, as if he wanted to bask in the sun for a while as he had said before, but the weather was too gloomy today. He leaned his head against the old willow tree, looked at Wei Yuan, and murmured:
"I really want to bask in the sun again..."
Wei Yuan looked up at the sky, the evil spirit hung low above, refusing to dissipate. He suddenly remembered the vastness and grandeur of the storm controlled by the goddess before. His heart moved slightly. Wei Yuan put his palm together like a knife and slashed at the location of the evil spirit.
Relying on the previous experience of controlling the evil spirit, the remaining evil spirit was immediately stirred.
In fact, he just crushed the evil spirit on the ground.
But the evil spirit is connected to the wind in the sky, and the wind is related to the clouds. Everything in the world is connected, so the wind suddenly blew up here, and the wind spun up violently, and the extremely low clouds immediately reversed, and then slowly broke in the sky, and the pale golden, warm sunlight that the ghost realm would never see fell down.
Everyone was just surprised by the sudden change in the sky, and muttered that the weather was really the face of God, changing at any time, and didn't take it to heart. However, Wei Yuan felt that the little magic power he had finally recovered was gone in an instant, and he almost fell down. After finally catching his breath, he saw Shen Jifeng staring at him with wide eyes.
Wei Yuan remembered Shen Jifeng's previous expertise in finding the weak points of the ghost realm, and knew that he couldn't hide it.
He could only raise his index finger, put it in front of his lips, and smiled and shushed.
Shen Jifeng seemed to know some great secret.
He covered his lips with both hands, widened his eyes, and nodded heavily.
The sunlight, representing the most yang energy of heaven and earth, fell on Wu Liu. He was already a corpse ghost. He felt that his ghost part was dispelled. The burning pain emerged, as if he was going to be reduced to ashes, but he squinted his eyes and smiled as if he was enjoying it.
He carefully reached into his arms and took out something, which was a small package.
The gray cloth inside the package wrapped a rough hairpin.
Wu Liu gently put the hairpin in his wife's hand, waiting for his ashes to be reduced to ashes, but it was only a stinging pain, and this stinging pain was slowly disappearing. Instead, there was the warmth of the sun. His body became weak and powerless, and there was severe pain in his shoulders. He opened his eyes and his hair was already white.
On his palm, there was a clear air entangled.
Wu Liu widened his eyes and looked up suddenly.
But he only saw Wei Yuan's back.
Love comes from nowhere, and it goes deep.
Obsession becomes a demon, and a thought becomes a Buddha.
Do you still remember me...
I walked a long way, crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, walked through life and death, and finally came back here.
To see you.
Wei Yuan stopped and looked at the goddess hidden in the forest in front of him: "Thank you for helping Wu Liu."
"This matter is over."
"I don't know where you want to go, girl?"