The land of Jiuzhou has been rich in treasures since ancient times, and has outstanding people and powerful land. In ancient times, there were immortals hidden in the mountains and rivers and lakes. However, now, for some reason, the immortals have long disappeared.

Among the mountains southwest of the earth, there is a mountain surrounded by clouds and mist all year round, called Guimeng Mountain.

On the sunny side of Guimian Mountain, there is a Linxian Village with scattered houses, and there are only dozens of families coming and going.

When evening was approaching, Old Man Lin leaned on the rotten threshold of his house and was smoking a bad bamboo cigarette in one mouthful. A village kid ran past his side, and it was his little grand nephew in the outer hall.

Old man Lin immediately shouted, "Gouwa, stop for me, it's going to be dark, what are you doing?"

"Uncle, I'm going to watch the fun..." Lin Fan turned around and smiled and said.

"What are you watching for fun? Our village is different from other places. Don't be surprised or not. Don't join in the fun if you have anything to do. Do you know?" Old Man Lin said a lesson.

The village kid scratched the back of his head and said with a grievance: "Uncle, you don't know what's going on, right? Several people from other places died outside the village. This matter is getting big. Why don't you go over and take a look? I heard that my father and the people in the village are not allowing those people from the city to enter the village now..."

"Hehe, I deserve it! These people in the city don't know how high the sky is. I just said that Guimeng Mountain is very evil, but they still don't believe it. What kind of bullshit experts and scholars are there? Even if the gods come, there will be something wrong. How can Guimeng Mountain break through randomly?"

"Is it really so evil?" Lin Fan said.

"You unlucky child is useless and does not understand the evil nature of that place. It's right. How old are you? How could you know the disaster that happened more than thirty years ago?"

"What's the disaster? It's even worse than today's incident?"

Old man Lin glanced at Lin Fan and said, "There is a tomb under the Guimeng Mountain. I don't know which amazing person was buried in this place. Anyway, there must be dirty things inside. Thirty years ago, dozens of people went to touch things and were the way I led. I was smart. I didn't dare to go in after I got to the mountain pass. Hehe..."

"What happened later?" Lin Fan asked, and Old Man Lin was so sarcastic that he raised his curiosity.

Old man Lin took a sip of cigarettes and spitted a white circle and said, "Later... Of course, they died, they all died. At that time, only one person ran out and shouted that there were evil ghosts in the tomb! Later, he went crazy. When the Taoist priests invited saw it, they were all scared away..."

"Uncle, aren't you scaring me? Is there anything like this?"

"I'm so old, can you still scare you, a little bastard?" Old Man Lin said in a hurry.

"I said uncle, there is no really dirty thing in it, right? Is it a big zongzi? I have heard that there are big zongzi in those mysterious ancient tombs..."

"We don't know if it's a big dumpling. Anyway, as long as you don't get close, it's okay... I have seen it a few years ago. It's a Jedi, and it's very evil. We don't know these divine things. Farmers can farm honestly, and what do they do when they touch those things..."

"Hehe, uncle, it turns out that you are afraid of it?"

"Dear, what are we afraid of? If you want to watch the fun, you can go to Guimeng Mountain or go for a walk?" Old man Lin roared, and Lin Fan ran away.

Old Man Lin was stunned, his heart suddenly tightened, and he thought to himself: "No, this kid has never been afraid since he was young. It is not a good thing to be interested in these divine and divine things. Sooner or later, it will cause trouble."

Lin Fan came to the locust tree at the entrance of the village and saw several off-road vehicles. Several city people were quarreling with their father and several village officials. The father refused to let them enter the village.

Lin Fan crawled into the crowd and saw that there were only four people on the other side, three men and one woman, one was a middle-aged professor wearing glasses, two were young assistants, and a girl wearing sunglasses was very beautiful.

On the ridge outside the village, there were still a row of dead people lying, all covered with white cloth, with a total of seven cold corpses.

"There were nineteen people yesterday, but now there are only eleven people alive and where are the eight people going? Could it be that they are in the tomb?" Lin Fan couldn't help but shivered when he remembered Old Man Lin's words.

Lin Fan saw that his father was angry at the four city people and shouted: "You guys have entered Guimiao Mountain and have been cursed by evil spirits. You must not enter the village. You can go back and forth from wherever you go??p>" Village chief, we have money. It's late today and it's not easy to walk on the mountain road. We will stay in the village for a whole night! I won't bother you!"

"No! Absolutely not! Don't enter the village. If you want to stay, stay at the entrance of the village and sleep in the car!" After Lin's father said that, he put on his tattered Taoist robe and said to the villagers: "Don't be stunned, let's get on!"

Lin's father immediately held the soul bell in his hand and began to rituals around the seven corpses. After an hour, he asked the villagers to bring dry firewood and straw, and burned the corpse with fire.

The professor and others did not stop him. They just collected the ashes in the end.

"Dad, why don't you let those city people enter the village?" Lin Fan pulled Lin's father over and asked.

"Why?" Lin's father sneered: "They had blackened their seal halls and were cursed by evil spirits. When they entered the village, they would cause disasters to the village!"

"What kind of Yin Tang is black... Dad, what time has it been, why are you still talking about it? Although our ancestors were Taoist, they didn't see any blessings from our family! It can be seen that this ghost and ghost are not trustworthy! I think that Guimian Mountain is a ghost that someone has the heart to do!"

"Shut up! How dare you arrange your ancestors? It's your destiny that I am the Daogong. The peach wood sword, magic bell, Taoist robe and this Daogong book passed down from ancestors will be passed on to you in the future..."

"Hehe...you keep these things yourself, don't expect me to inherit my father's business!"

Lin's father frowned and said, "You can't help this matter! I remember when I was young, I didn't want to do this business, but destiny is destiny, and no one can avoid it!"

"Why can't you avoid it? Who else can force me if I don't do it? Dad, you're too mysterious, you have the same virtue as my uncle..."

"Hmph, you will know what fate is then!" Lin's father no longer brought a big bowl of black dog blood with his son Moji.

"Black dog blood to ward off evil spirits?" Lin Fan murmured a few words.

"I'll do it for you now and take off my top!"

Lin Fan had no choice. Apart from the top, Lin's father used cinnabar to confuse the black dog blood and drew a talisman on Lin Fan's chest and back. When Lin Fan looked at it, he understood that these were two evil-proof talismans.

When Lin Fan was ten years old, he was forced by Lin's father to recite the Daogong Book, which included the Houtu Sutra and the Six Path Sutras that saved ghosts.

"Is this necessary?" Lin Fan said.

"Stop talking nonsense. Those outsiders have no idea how powerful Guimeng Mountain is. They disturb the undead. I am afraid that our village will be unlucky too! Listen to me, there is no need to leave the village, do you know!"

"I understand!" Lin Fan quickly responded.

Lin's father nodded and sighed, knowing that his son was absent-minded, but he couldn't do it. When the child grew up, he didn't care too much. His son was the only son who was the only one whom he had obtained after becoming a Taoist prince and relied on his ancestors' good deeds. When the baby was born, he was stormy and lightning was roaring. It happened that an ascetic was staying at home and named it the word "Ban".

Brahma means purity, but it is a good name. You have to give it a nickname called "Gouwa", which is easy to support.
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