Chapter 484: 冤魂草

"The land here is also very dry. How can it grow grass?" Ye Xiaomeng wondered.
"That only shows that these grasses do not survive by water, at least not human water."
Ye Shaoyang bent down to pick up a grass, and immediately oozes a bright red juice from the fracture. He rubbed it with his hand and put it in his mouth. The brow wrinkled and said: "It is the taste of the river."
Ye Xiaomeng was shocked. "How is this possible? How can the Forget River flow to the world!"
Ye Shaoyang couldn't answer this question. He was also amazed at the heart. The grass blades of the palms were crushed, and the red juice flowed down like blood. It looked very horrible.
"This grass is called the sorrowful grass. It is long on the bank of the Forgotten River. It is specially used to absorb the grievances of the ghosts of the past, so that they willingly want to cross the bridge and drink Mengpo soup..." Ye Shaoyang said, "The grass absorbs Resentment, after accumulating to a certain extent, form a grievance, ghosts eat, even the transformation is not needed, directly is the ghost power repair, so the Yin Shi has a ghost king to specialize in the river along the banks of the river, to avoid the soul of the soul The wild ghost eats."
Ye Xiaomeng listened to him and said, "You mean, this kind of grass grows here, it is for people... is it wrong, is it for ghosts?"
Seeing him nod, he said: "But there is no ghost in the past, and there is no forgetting the river. What does this grass depend on?"
"I don't know." Ye Shaoyang looked around and said: "But don't forget, the whole market town has been suppressed by the formation. I don't feel a bit of evil now. I can only judge the valley we are seeing now. It's not what it looks like."
Ye Xiaomeng frowned and looked at the left and right. He thought that he would say that the true look of the valley should be like?
"Now... what to do?" Ye Xiaomeng asked a little guilty.
"It's all here, let's go on." Ye Shaoyang smiled at her. "Are you afraid? You were quite daring before."
Ye Xiaomeng shrugged and said helplessly: "Before I was the main player, I have a responsibility and responsibility. Now that I know that you are Ye Shaoyang, I will rely on all kinds of things, and the courage will become smaller. Just follow them."
Ye Shaoyang scratched his head and did not quite understand this change of thought.
As you go deeper and deeper, there are more and more grasses. And Ye Shaoyang noticed that the sorrowful grass is mainly grown on a stream with no water, and the heart is even more puzzled. Now there is no pity to step on the grass all the way, looking back, a footprint, very shocking.
Ye Xiaomeng introduced while he was here with his father. At that time, everything was normal in the valley, there was water in the stream, but there was no grass on both sides. As for when these grasses grew up, no one knows. After all, it is too remote and there are no villages nearby. Usually no one will come.
The valley squats forward, one or two miles long, and after the end, there is an open space opposite, standing on a hill.
Ye Xiaomeng pointed to the mountain peak: "The Taoist temple is on this mountain. I only went there once, but nothing."
When the two came to the foot of the mountain, they could see a layer of stone steps, hovering upwards. Ye Xiaomeng told Ye Shaoyang that when the hill first appeared, these stone steps would be there.
Ye Shaoyang looked up at the mountain road covered with stone steps. Suddenly he had a familiar feeling. The frown was looked at, and his mind was in the air. He suddenly thought of something. He stopped on the spot. After a few seconds, he rushed to the side of the road. Looking for a pile of dry weeds, nothing.
Is it wrong?
Ye Shaoyang searched for memories, and compared with the hills in front of him, groping in the grass, suddenly found a stone that was covered by the grass, and made a little bit in the soil.
Hurry down, use the hand to open the weeds, remove the Maoshan deficiencies from the belt, and dig the soil around the stone monument.
The soil is dry and cracked, and one excavation is a piece. As the soil is continuously dug out, the stone tablet is also full of appearance. There are some nicks on the front surface. The red paint on the surface is peeling off, leaving only a trace of faint traces, but the handwriting can still be recognized. Three 篆 characters: Qingtian view.
Sure enough, this place. Ye Shaoyang took a hard breath and the Taoist Taoist he saw in the Tianshi card was originally real, and he was in his hometown, in this haunted valley!
"Weird, Shaoyang brother, how do you know that there is a stone monument here?" Ye Xiaomeng asked very strangely.
Ye Shaoyang spoke the truth in three words, and Ye Xiaomeng was even more surprised.
Ye Shaoyang calmed down and said: "There is nothing magical. This Taoist temple was obviously built after Ye Fashan returned home. He used the knowledge of God to reflect the mountain and Taoist view of reality in the Tianshi card. I just don't know why. Do you want to do this, or is there anything special in this view?"
In the silent moment in front of the stone tablet, Ye Shaoyang took Ye Xiaomeng up the mountain. Arriving at the position of the mountain gate in memory, Ye Shaoyang stayed for a while and did not find the mountain gate. As far as thinking is concerned, the mountain gate is wooden, unlike the stone monument. After more than a thousand years, the hard wood should be destroyed.
All the way up the summit, only to see some stone wall base, and the bluestone slabs on the ground, everywhere with grass.
Ye Shaoyang stayed in front of the foyer for a moment, then walked through the two courtyards according to the position in the memory, stepped up and walked into the hall, and saw several Lingtai, but the gods were gone.
Ye Shaoyang thought of Ye Bo’s words and felt a little strange: in his memory, there are still three statues of the gods in the main hall. Why is it that only the stone statues of Ye Fashan himself have been preserved until now, but the Sanqing statues have disappeared? Is it because the materials are different?
By memory, Ye Shaoyang came to Lingtai, the statue of Ye Fashan, and stood silent for a while, asking Ye Xiaomeng to know that the box containing the dust mites was found in the backyard of the Taoist temple, so he bypassed The main hall, walked into the backyard patio along a wall.
There is a huge ginkgo tree on the edge of the patio, which is tangled and densely covered. Ye Xiaomeng curiously said at first glance: "It’s strange, the drought has been so long, the tree is not dead, it should not be so long, it is completely immune to the effects of drought."
Speaking of picking up a leaf, after the start, the leaves immediately withered, seeping out the white mucus.
"This is yin wood." Ye Shaoyang looked up at the huge canopy, and his face was solemn and explained:
"Ginkgo biloba, growing at the intersection of Huangquan, seeing the wind and moving, reminding to accept the Yin God, there are ghosts coming, so called Yinxinshu, meaning the letter of yin, because of this characteristic, it was later brought to the Yangshi by some wizards. To plant, cut ginkgo wood to test the ghost, it is like using silver to test the poison, over time, adapt to the breath of the sun, grow into another variety, is ginkgo."