Vol 2 Chapter 858: 84,000 gods

"Zhu Tian Da Zong (
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The Liangjie Mountain spreads for tens of thousands of miles. It is not the first mountain in the Northwest Road, but it is also very famous in the land of Youzhou.
It's just that this is famous, but it's not rich in production, but the most precarious peaks and ridges of the two mountain ranges, among which nine bends and eighteen bends, there are often murderous people hiding in it.
Being able to travel at night and being able to hide deep in the mountains, for ordinary people, is naturally a terrible man.
However, because there are strange minerals in the Liangjie Mountains, naturally some people have built cities here.
Liangjiecheng is the closest city to Liangjie Mountain on the edge of Youzhou, and its name is also derived from this mountain.
This city has been years and months, and it was considered a big city in the previous dynasty, but as the nearby mines were mined, the city gradually withered and no longer was prosperous.
But after all, it is not a small city, and there are naturally many people living in it.
There is a way to live in a prosperous place, a poverty zone, and a way to survive in a poverty zone.
Two-world city, outer city.
Squeaky~
Wang Er opened the door and stretched out in the scorching sun. Although the sun was leaning toward the west at this time, the sun was still great, and it was warm.
As soon as Wang Er woke up, he felt a touch of sleepiness again, but he glanced at the rudimentary mourning hall in the courtyard, and closed his yawning mouth.
"In addition to getting drunk every day, I just gamble. Your mother is the first seven, and there is not even a stick of incense at home. If your mother comes back this time, I am afraid that I will eat you!"
The sharp voice sounded, and the eight-character Hu Du on Wang Er's face trembled with fright, and his thin face suddenly became pale.
The shouting was a woman with loose hair about thirty or forty.
At this time, the woman with her hands on hips, her face full of irritation and anger, she screamed and scared Wang Er's doze away.
"That's my mother! It's so evil, and I tore you shrew!"
Wang Er shrank his neck.
"This is your mother, not my mother!"
The woman's voice was sharp, and she stretched out her hand, and dropped her dazed-looking son in her hand: "I will take my son back to her natal house. You can worship the old thing yourself!"
With that said, he brought the big and small bags that he had packed up a long time ago, and rushed out the door angrily, leaving no valuables at home.
Except for this rented yard.
"Go away! Go away! Go away!"
Wang Er didn't admit defeat, but he glanced at the mourning hall in the courtyard and went out cursingly.
It's not that he wants to buy some joss sticks, but he has to go out and eat himself, there is nothing to eat at home.
The two-world cities are not prosperous. The outer city is especially messy. As soon as you leave the house, there will be a smell of excrement and urine, causing Wang Er to scold again:
"Which motherless mother has prolapsed and peeed in front of Grandpa! Don't let Grandpa find you, otherwise he will have to fill you into the cesspit and feed the maggots..."
Wang Er cursed for a while, attracting the attention of many people, but no one was willing to pay him attention.
"That's the money... Or take a gamble, win, and give a pig's head to eat. Isn't it better than this fading out of the bird?"
Wang Er was boring, and walked out of the street on tiptoe. He wanted to eat a bowl of noodles. He touched the few dollars left in his pocket, and when he turned his head, he rubbed his hands and entered the gambling stall.
"Aunt Wang has been suffering for a lifetime, but this is a relief, no matter what, no matter what. If you have such a son and live three hundred years old, that is the suffering."
"Her daughter-in-law is not a good thing, otherwise, why would she go back to her natal home for the first seven days? I'm afraid it wasn't because of harsh treatment during his lifetime. I am afraid now?
"I really hope that there are ghosts in the world, and put these beasts..."
"Hey, don't talk about it, the meat of the second king's hob can't be thrown off after it's stuck..."
Some people watched this scene and shook their heads in their hearts, but no one said anything.
"Puff!"
As the sun approached dusk, a few scolds came from the gambling stall, and a figure was severely thrown out.
"Ouch!"
Wang Er screamed and lay down on the ground. For a long time, when no one came out to help him, he got up angrily.
Squeezing his shriveled belly like a purse, Wang Er was in trouble, looked around at the vendors who closed the stalls, rolled his eyes and moved up.
It took a long time to fill his stomach with a dead skin and rotten face. Wang Er hiccuped before he walked slowly towards the house.
After stepping on the for a few minutes, Wang Er walked to the front of his yard.
"Prodigal maiden, light an oil lamp?!"
Glancing at the dim light coming out of the crack in the door, Wang Er was immediately furious, kicked the courtyard door open with one kick, and cursed when he caught sight of the figure in the courtyard.
"...Wait, didn't you go back to your mother's house? Why didn't you get out?"
After cursing a few words without receiving a response, Wang Er found out that it was wrong, and suddenly looked up, and saw that in the yard, his wicked lady was pale, looking at herself as if she had seen a ghost.
"Fuck!"
Wang Er was startled, turned his head subconsciously, and his body trembled suddenly. Under the gloomy night, a black shadow that was obviously darker than the surrounding night was standing right in front of his courtyard.
Click!
The door closed with a loud bang.
"My mother!"
At this moment, Wang Er felt his legs were weak and almost fell to his knees: "Mother, I, I am your son, no, don't eat me..."
"Ah! Ghost, ghost!"
The woman was even more unbearable. She collapsed to the ground while holding her son, and the embarrassment spread under her.
"My son..."
The faint and cold, as if the cold wind blowing from the tomb made Wang Er stiff.
The shadow turned around to reveal the dead spots on his pale face, his eyes fixed on Wang Er and the frightened feces and urine.
"Mother, mother..."
The two were scared and stupid. They never thought that there are real ghosts in this world, and their own old mother really returned to their souls.
Reminiscent of their previous piety, the two of them burst into tears, crying again and again.
"My son..."
The little old lady in the shroud said quietly, as if crying and resentful: "Mother is so hungry, so hungry..."
"mother....."
Wang Erben was flustered. At this moment, the courage who didn't know where he came from, jumped up and kicked the woman who was rolling with excrement and urine, with a sharp voice almost tearing his own throat:
"Not going to cook for our mother!!!"
"what!"
The woman was in danger of being kicked to death, but she recovered and crawled to the kitchen with her arms and legs.
Wang Er was faster than her, and ran into the kitchen as soon as he slid. In the blink of an eye, the only foolish son left in the yard was looking at the old lady in shroud.
After a long while, I yelled: "Milk, I, I'm hungry too..."
"hungry......"
The night breeze blew across the sky, making a whine like a devil's cry, faintly, as if chewing, and the sound of grinding teeth drifted away with the wind.
"Mother, mother, eat slowly..."
Wang Er was holding the bowl, looking at the old lady who was completely silent under the oil lamp with trembling eyes.
The old lady in Shroud was holding the bowl, her face gloomy and stiff.
The woman hugged her son in a corner, didn't even dare to lift her head, shivering more than Wang Er.
"It's really a picture of a mother's kindness and filial piety, a tearful picture..."
At a certain moment, a low-pitched sound that seemed to be made by the two of them in unison sounded in the quiet courtyard where only the sound of chewing was heard.
"Who?"
Wang Er suddenly raised his head, only to see two figures floating in the night.
One face was white, and the other face was darker in black robe, as if two ghostly looking at himself.
This, this is...
Wang Er's color of surprise suddenly froze on his face, and the gray color visible to the naked eye spread out between his brows.
It seems that in the next instant, you will be scared to death!
"Nothing, impermanence!"
The woman screamed, raised her head and fainted.
"Yeah!"
But the one who reacted more than the two was still the old lady in the shroud chewing with a porcelain bowl.
She let out a sharp cry, but like a frightened hen, she suddenly guarded Wang Er, who was pale and almost scared to death.
"mother......"
The body trembled, a breath of bad breath overflowed from between his mouth and nose, Wang Er trembled, his eyes dull and absent, he seemed to have no idea what was going on.
"Funny!" "Funny!"
"Sad!" "Angry!"
In the night, the black and white two spoke together, the white-clothed man shook his head and sighed, the black-robed man was expressionless, but they all looked at the shuddered old woman who was still screaming:
"It's dignified, it's so ridiculous..."
"Roar~"
The old lady in Shroud seemed to be on the verge of an enemy, and she couldn't help screaming, as if she might rush forward at any time.
The black and white two people didn't care about her low growl, they just looked at the old woman carefully, UU reading www.uukanshu.com was curious.
Da Xia, even for them, is extremely mysterious, there are too many things in it, and there is no solution at this time.
For example, there were 84,000 "gods of value" in Daxia that year, guarding the Jiuding, the continents, the mountains and rivers, and the spiritual springs and ponds.
Some of these "gods of value" have demons and other races, and the most among them are "ghosts"!
"I really don't know how the Heavenly Master's Mansion used to enlighten the'God of Value'. After so many years, Daxia has died and the memory is gone, but it can still resist the invasion of the evil and resentment. ....."
The person in white was amazed.
There are endless spiritual secrets between the heaven and the earth, and among them there are evil and resentful auras, these resentments are like a sea of ​​ink flooding between the heaven and the earth.
The soul of any dead person, if there is no secret method, will be irresistibly infested, distorted, and obliterated.
But any secret method requires someone to perform it. This old woman can tell at a glance that she has lost consciousness, but she can still maintain her purity and not be distorted.
This is also extremely incredible for them.
"Take it, you know!"
The black-robed man was simply incomparable. Before the white-clothed man's words fell, he already flexed his fingers into a grasp, but with one grasp, he grabbed the roaring old woman in his palm.
"Maybe we are in the wrong place..."
After suppressing the old woman casually, the black-robed man had a dull and terrified look on Wang Er, with disdain and doubt on his dark face:
"Only by him, he is also worthy to open up the yin and yang channels of King Great Xia Yu's sealing?!"
"Great Emperor, there can be no mistake."
There was a movement in the white clothed man's heart, as if he felt something, and suddenly looking back, he saw a slightly crude donkey cart in the breeze at night.
Slowly coming from far away.