After Chu Xunyu told Mu Yuan these stories, the three of them had already entered the Bashu area. There were many mountains around him, mostly Han people, and fewer ethnic groups gradually became less and less. Mu Yuan looked around and was overjoyed. He looked at the broken cloth shoes on his feet and said, "The mountains are high and the road is far away. We entered the desert in summer. After several months, it is already late autumn. After wearing a few pairs of good shoes, we finally came to Shu. If there were no wild man telling us the war stories, it would be boring."

"War is not for you to have fun." The element of the Forget-Chen criticized him immediately, "You must be honest and trepidated. Once the war begins, the world will be in turmoil and there will be no peace."

"Well, I understand." Mu Yuan put away his usual hippie smile and replied seriously, "What my senior taught is that sometimes I think of it, it may be a good thing for us Buddhist disciples to not participate in the war."

The mountain road is winding, with trees on both sides. Because late autumn has arrived, the weather is cold, and the trees are full of golden autumn. A yellow and brilliant scenery. Although it is a bit bleak, it is also a good view. The three of them came in from the desert all the way. They never saw such a beautiful scenery. They were so happy that they walked on one of the slightly larger dirt roads. They looked at the vast mountains around them and could not see the end of the sky at first glance. The mountains in Shu are not only high, but also extremely steep. They are all like swords and axes, standing between the sky and the earth. Mu Yuan was sighing at the magical skills. The three of them bowed their heads from time to time to time to comment on the flowing water in the mountain stream, and the sound of the stream flowing in their ears was very happy.

Seeing that it was getting late, Mu Yuan looked around and saw a house deep in the mountain stream, which seemed to be like a farmer. He said happily: "There seems to be a village in front of us. We can go and stay for a meal, so we can have a meal."

Wangchen and Chu Xunyu couldn't help but smile. Just as they were about to speak, two hunters walked out at the corner in front, one tall and the other short, carrying prey in their hands, crossbows on their waists, and luggage hanging on their shoulders, talking and laughing, and showing their feelings of harvest. It seems that they have gained a lot on this trip.

So Chu Xunyu got off the horse and bowed to greet him: "Two brothers, stay here, we pass by, I hope you can ask where you go."

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say." The tall hunter replied loudly, "What do you want to ask, even if you ask."

Wangchen and Muyuan also dismounted and greeted each other. Chu Xunyu asked: "Where is this place? How long is it to Maoxian?"

"It's not far away." The short hunter pointed to the mountains over there, "Young man just go all the way. This mountain is called 'Minshan'. Not far from climbing this mountain is Maoxian. There is water further ahead, called 'Minjiang', which leads directly to Dujiangyan."

"Very good." Chu Xunyu nodded happily, and pointed to the village that Muyuan had just seen, and asked, "It's not too early for the two brothers, so we want to stay. When we pass by here, we see a village not far ahead. What's the place?"

"Where?" The two hunters looked at each other, and the tall hunters said angrily, "It's not a good place. I advise you not to go over and cause trouble for nothing."

"What?" Mu Yuan asked curiously, and he was particularly interested when he heard this kind of thing. "Is there any evil bandits causing trouble?"

"That's not." The short hunter replied, "It's so good that three of you know that there have been many bandits in Shu since ancient times. This is the past. However, after the founding of the Ming Dynasty, soldiers and bandit suppression have been sent many times, but no one has fallen into the fore. At most, there are only some thieves and thieves left, and it's not a good time. The village guided by this young man is called 'Yecun'. As early as five years ago, something happened, and the government moved the villagers to another county town, and no one lives in it anymore and has been abandoned to this day. So don't go there."

The more Mu Yuan listened, the more he felt, and asked happily: "Oh? What's the matter? Please let me tell me."

The hunters told Chu Xunyu that the three men of Chu Xunyu that the most mountains of Bashu have been, and many mountains must be buried deep. So five or six years ago, a copper mine was found here, so the government hired people to mine vigorously. The scale was quite large, with three or four hundred people, divided into four groups, each group of about a hundred people, stationed here in four seasons to mine day and night. People who came to mine every season would arrange their families. Over time, a village was formed. Because it was the name of mining and smelting, the local people called it "Yecun". Three years ago, for some reason, the families of miners in the village began to die one after another, and all the deaths were

It was different, but all of them were fragmented, with broken facial features and split limbs. The people were talking about it, and there were many different opinions. Some said it was a disease, some said it was a alarm of Grandpa of the Mountain God, and some said it was a revenge. For a while, people were in chaos. The yamen investigated several times without success. The miners were unwilling to continue mining here. The government had to give up here and migrate all the miners' families to Maoxian. This village began to fall. After the desertion, some people lied that after entering the village at night, they could see the unjustly souls of the miners' families who died were crying at night, so the local people did not dare to go in.

Mu Yuan listened to this, when she was eighty years old, she had an old problem again, and was very happy. She thought that either the wronged souls were caused by the formation of monsters. With his own Buddhist methods, there was also the Diamond Sutra. Which evil demon dared to commit it? He could no longer suppress his heart, but he still looked calm on the surface. After thanking the two hunters and waiting for people to walk away like a decent person, Chu Xunyu turned around and asked, "Bajie, what do you want to do? I guess there will be something wrong out of thin air."

"Wild man, the people are suffering from undesirable disasters, how can you ignore them?" Mu Yuan's old god refuted Chu Xun's words, "You are a cultivator, and you don't even know how to help the people. According to the little monk's experience of killing demons and eliminating demons, there must be monsters. Look at the methods of me." After saying that, he rode his horse and ran away first.

Chu Xunyu shook his head helplessly and turned around and asked Wangchen: "What do you think of it for senior?"

Wangchen frowned and looked at the village from a distant mountain scenery. It seemed that there was only a black shadow. Wangchen was slightly silent and then said, "Look there, the mountains are like gods, and jade fingers rise up to the sky, and fingers are connected to the mountains, and the fingers are all 'blocking places'."

Chu Xunyu knew the meaning of forgetting Chen, which means that there is "a place to block the breath". The so-called "blocking breath" is the meaning of Taoist culture that is not connected to the air and rhyme. If the air and rhyme are not connected, it will be difficult to survive. This is the origin of "difficulty". All things in the world can only be endless. This is not only used in Feng Shui, art, military, architecture, etc., which is the same. For example, painting and writing can best reflect the aura of the painter. The characters of Dongpo are bold and majestic, and the colors of the majestic people are revealed, which makes people admire them when they see the mountains; the words of the Right Army are so beautiful, like a dragon, pleasing to the eye; when painting, whether it is landscape or flowers and birds, they must be left blank. This is for "ventilation", so that the picture looks lively and lively.

Therefore, the root of all things in the world is the aura. The mountains are like barriers that block the breath of the village. The dead energy is deep, blocked and stagnant. Over time, evil things will inevitably breed. These are just villages built by fools and wives with naked eyes and mortal fetuses. Of course, they will not pay attention to these. If Chu Xunyu and others choose the location, they will definitely choose a place that is breathable and erotic, so that people can feel refreshed.
Chapter completed!