Chapter 797

"I won't go."

An Su Dong weighed it off and said, "I'll go now. You can tell my grandparents that I'll come back to see them in the future."

"In such a hurry?" An Sunan was disappointed.

An Sudong said with a smile: "it's not urgent, it's not that I want to go back to join the fun."

He rubbed on an Su Nan's head, "uncle and uncle are probably in the general mobilization. I can't let go like you. I'm an ordinary person. I don't like people. I don't like them and I don't want to see you again."

"Really not going back?"

An Sunan is a little sad, "thanks to your cousin this time, otherwise I may marry Zhao Zhidong, the scum. I know you have no feelings for this family, but I'll come back to see if I have time. My grandparents talk about you from time to time."

"Yes

An Su Dong nodded. Although an Su Nan's words were emotional, he was still in a state of mind.

His home in ansudong is his own and his mother. Now he has no feeling of home. Blood is thicker than water. The emotional foundation of people is the daily accumulation of mutual understanding, mutual care and mutual help. It's not the so-called blood relationship.

Moreover, he is now a practitioner, and he knows more about the meaning of blood relationship. Not to mention the common people on earth, they are the big families of the spirit world, and few families are strong enough to inherit and interact with each other.

After leaving the mall, an Sudong calls Mu Lingyan. She is very excited to hear his voice. Then she tells an Sudong that an's mother is in the holy land of Penglai, and so are Hong yingyue's daughters.

Because the aura of the earth is strong, not only the practitioners are benefited, but also the practitioners are encouraged. So it's not very safe outside now, so they all move into the holy land of Penglai.

After listening to her words, an Sudong nodded in his heart. Now the earth is not very safe. Let's not talk about those heretics, but only the monks who are not good at heart, which may also bring danger to several women.

He hung up and went directly to Penglai holy land.

"Eh..."

Halfway through a remote mountain village on ansu East Road, I was very curious when I saw that the whole village was covered with death.

Generally, the places where people live are full of vitality, rather than gathering so much dead energy, unless it is a disorderly grave.

He fell on the top of a mountain. The mountain was not high, which was only more than 100 meters. It was covered with weeds and trees, but it was not luxuriant. There were many shrubs. When a few squirrels and rabbits saw the strangers coming, they ran away to hide.

The village he had seen before was just at the foot of the mountain, facing south and with dragon veins on its back. It was a good place for geomantic omen. When he came down, he could see clearly that the village was sandwiched between two mountains with a river in the middle.

In terms of geomantic omen, it's called back mountain and face water. It can store wind and gather Qi. It's a rare geomantic omen treasure land. It seems that it used to be a blessed place. There must be dragon veins under the river.

But he carefully recalled that he did not remember which emperor's mausoleum was here in ancient times.

"Strange, since it's not the place of dragon bones, why are there dragon veins?"

An Sudong pushed aside a few shrubs and walked down on the wrist high weeds. Birds circled in the sky. As he went down the mountain, an Sudong felt more and more extraordinary here.

A bunch of dead rabbits and mice are lying in the forest, and there are many birds in front of them.

"Young man, young man!"

Ansu Dong was squatting on the ground to check the cause of death of these animals when he heard someone calling him behind him.

Looking around, he was a rare old man with silver hair, white temples, wearing coarse linen and carrying a load of firewood on his shoulders. He was staggering and tottering.

"Old man, you call me?"

"I think you're going to Xiaxi village when you stay here, aren't you?" The old man put down his shoulder pole and sat on the grass to rest.

"Is that Xiaxi village?" An Sudong pointed to the foot of the mountain.

"Yes."

The old man turned a direction and pointed to the back, "there are many mountains in Yunnan, so there are many villages in the mountains. I live at the other end of the mountain. I gather firewood and see you go this way, so I catch up with you."

"You can't go to Xiaxi village."

The old man gasped, "this Xiaxi village is very evil. Many people have died during this time. We can't avoid it. We don't know what kind of evil we have committed. It's a pity that you rashly lost your life in the mountain."

Seeing what the old man knew, an Sudong sat on the ground and looked at Xiaxi village. "Old man, I think the fengshui of this village is good. How did it become such a scene?"

"Do you know Feng Shui?" The old man looked at an Sudong unexpectedly and shook his head. "I can't see that he is so young and has this ability."

He then said, "Feng Shui is very good. I don't understand it, but Xiaxi village used to be much richer than us. In the last month, there were 328 families in Xiaxi village, and 65 families died. It's shocking. The news has spread, and we can't believe it. Now all the young people in the village have fled to the county, Only some of the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled are left here. It's pitiful. I don't know when I will die. "

Then he sighed, looked at the sun, wiped the sweat on his forehead, stood up and put on the shoulder pole, "young man, I advise you to go around. If you need a place to rest, you might as well go back with me. You can still afford a meal."

Moved by the old man's simplicity, an Sudong hugged his hand slightly and said, "thank you, old man. I'll take a break to get around and stop nagging."

"Well, remember what I said, don't go to Xiaxi village."

The old man turned and left.

Looking at the old man's faltering pace and rickety back, an Su Dong frowned slightly, patted his ass, stood up and ran down the mountain.

As soon as he entered the foot of the mountain, an Sudong felt a sense of nausea. As a monk in the cultivation period, he seldom felt uncomfortable. But when he stepped into the intersection of the village, the feeling became more and more intense.

"Break it for me!"

As soon as an Sudong waved his sleeve, his spiritual power gushed out like an angry dragon. Suddenly, the scene in front of him changed dramatically. The color of the land was burnt yellow, and the color of the river was Earth black.

"Someone is planting poisonous insects here!"

An Sudong exclaimed.

Gu insect, always a specialty of Miao, belongs to the heretical and evil things.

With the development of economy, the construction of national railways and the development of transportation between the north and the south, there are no regional secrets, and people who know how to refine poisonous insects are scattered in every corner.

It's obvious that Xiaxi village was bewildered by people's illusions, which led to the use of human body to refine insects.

This is not a matter that can be described by a heresy. The cruelty is appalling.

He stood at the entrance of the village, looking around, a cold and clear, occasionally can hear the old man's cough, desolate with a bit of terror.