"Come on, take a little hot water to warm your body."

A bowl of hot water appeared in front of me, Fang Zheng nodded with a trembling body, and took it with his hands trembling.

At this time, things seemed to have settled. He was wrapped in a thick and hard blanket and sat leaning against a tree.

The lights were brightly lit in front of me, and many soldiers were walking back and forth in the grave with swords and guns.

Soldiers wear the same clothes, all wearing purple scarves, white silk shirts, pants, soap silk shirts, and hemp shoes.

Other nearby villagers were mostly dressed in straw clothes, holding shovels and hoes, and were busy.

"Brother, your surname?"

At this moment, a harmonious voice came from my ears.

"My name is Fang Zheng."

Fang Zheng calmed down and looked sideways. The man who was also sitting next to him on the tree was the man who was in trouble not long ago.

"Your name is..., your surname is?"

The man's face was yellow and his eyes were tired. He smiled at Fang Zhengqiang and said, "Don't let your surname be Xu, Xu Dayou."

"Fang Zheng, are you a monk in the temple?"

"no."

Fang Zheng shook his head, and at the same time he picked up the bowl and drank a sip of hot water: "My surname is Fang Zheng, my name is Zheng, I am not a monk."

"no?"

Xu Dayou glanced at Fang Zheng's short hair, smiled and shook his head: "We are a shared hardship, it doesn't matter whether the monk is."

"yes."

Fang Zheng smiled bitterly and fell into silence again.

After a pause, he moved down and signaled to the field: "Brother Xu, what are they doing?"

These villagers held the guys in their hands and tried hard toward the graves, and soon they dug out a hole.

The soldiers surrounded the surroundings, holding swords and guns, and staring at the bottom of the pit with their eyes.

"Digging graves."

Xu Dayou didn't have hot water in his hand, but he had a wine bag.

He opened his wine bag and took a sip, saying, "This thing sounds terrible, but it's just that if you encounter it."

"Dig a grave, burn the corpse, and the graveyard is exposed to the sun for one day in the scorching sun. No matter what the hell is, it will be scattered!"

"This kind of thing cannot be seen."

"That's how it is."

Fang Zheng nodded and said, "But now it's night. What if they come out?"

"Ghosts belong to Yin, people belong to Yang, and they dare not come out when there are many people."

Xu Dayou explained: "Besides, the army has the most evil spirit, and ghosts are also afraid. Killing people and blood-stained swords can also kill ghosts!"

Fang seems to have heard of this statement, but it is all rumored by the older generation.

And here, I'm afraid that this is true!

"in addition."

Xu Dayou took a sip of wine again, signaled to the distance, and said, "There is a military mage over there. With him there, there will be no trouble."

"Master?"

Fang Zheng's heart moved and his eyes turned.

There was a place where the county magistrate Wang rested, and the clothes around him were obviously brighter than others.

One of them had a lotus crown on his head, a peach wood sword on his back, a blue shirt and Taoist robe, with a clear appearance and a bright eyes.

It should be the so-called mage!

"The warlock has a yellow crown, a geese dress, a wizard has a lotus crown, a blue Taoist shirt, and a real person has a Five Mountain crown and a big red satin robe."

Xu Dayou moved his body to make himself more comfortable and said, "I've heard from Brother Chu."

Speaking of this, his eyes darkened again.

This time, the guards who followed Lord Wang were killed and injured, and Brother Chu, whom he mentioned, could not escape the disaster.

"Master, warlock, real person..."

These titles are familiar with strangeness, Fang Zheng murmured: "Are they amazing?"

Xu Dayou lowered his head and said, "They are naturally much more powerful than us when dealing with gods and ghosts."

At this time, the mage in the distance seemed to notice someone staring and turned to look at the two of them.

With eyes facing each other, Fang Zheng was shocked and quickly changed his gaze.

When his eyes swept over the young man who had a gun to stop the bandit just now, his expression was stunned again.

But the mountain wind blew, revealing a line of words engraved on the young man's forehead.

Fang Zheng read the original text of Water Margin and knew that if he committed a crime in ancient times, he would have to tattoo his face.

Depending on the crime committed, the direction and number of tattoos vary.

But I don't know, is it the same here?

But the few people there were all dressed in bright clothes, which was completely different from the thread clothes and straw sandals on young people.

Status, too, are different.

…………

"Master Sun, what's wrong?"

The person who spoke was a majestic middle-aged man, who was tall and wearing a wide-sleeved robe.

Like a civil servant, he is actually a military general and the person in charge of the rescue trip.

"fine."

Master Sun shook his head gently, then gently pulled it with one hand, and an unburned dark paper fell into his palm on the ground.

"Soul-induced paper."

He pondered slightly and said, "There should be a formation here to suppress ghosts, but it was broken not long ago, which led to the gathering of ghosts and condensed into a ghost palace."

"Is it those bandits?"

Lord Wang, who was lying on the soft-driving car, held up his body and gritted his teeth and said angrily: "When I go back, I will report to the court and wipe out these lawless bandits!"

"Don't get angry, sir."

Master Sun comforted him slowly and said, "In my opinion, this should be just a coincidence."

"The person who broke the formation had never thought about harming the adults, but that person must have used his intentions to release the ghost."

"No matter who it is or what the purpose is, I will let him know the power!"

Lord Wang's face turned pale and said, "Master Sun, can you find out who did it?"

"this……"

Master Sun looked puzzled and paused, saying, "You can try it, but I am not sure if I can find someone."

"Have you been working!"

Lord Wang nodded slowly, then lay down and looked at the cemetery: "Now, let's clean up the dirty things here first."

"Peng!"

At this moment, a muffled sound came from the cemetery, but a villager who dug the ground finally shoveled the coffin.

“Woo…”

The cold wind blew again in the field.

"The Supreme Master's Pardon is the darkness of the cave; do not stay in the right place, and kill evil; pardon!"

The grand sound was like thunder, accompanied by a cold light, flew out of Taoist Sun's hand and landed on the coffin.

"Dong..."

The cold light shows its shape, but it is a copper coin.

The copper coin was nailed vertically on the coffin, and a halo flashed, and the ghost that had just emerged was broken up.

"It's almost done, get up!"

Chief Sun waved his sleeves, and several people behind him immediately shouted.

In an instant, the figures swayed, and more than a dozen people held flags and bronze mirrors in hand, surrounding the cemetery according to certain rules.

"Crazy..."
To be continued...