Baoqi Town.

It was rumored that a hundred years ago was just a land of unknown mountains and rivers.

Later, it was widely known as Jiubaochuan because it produced many ginseng and yam.

Later, Wuzhou, the Eastern Tang Dynasty, assigned this place to its territory. Because it was adjacent to the border of Southern Chu, it was considered to be "Qi" between Eastern Tang and Southern Chu, so it was named "Baoqi Town".

Of course, no one can tell whether the name of Baoqi Town is obtained from this.

Chen Fusheng rushed forward quickly.

Finally, I saw the archway in front of the town in front of me.

The tall archway is opposite to each other, which is both an entrance to the town gate and a historical site.

Legend has it that there was once a once-in-a-thousand-year Jinglong Palace underground.

In order to commemorate this myth, literati and poets left behind many words to recite. Over time, this archway and several carved ancient rotten stone tablets were found.

After a century of prosperity, Baoqi Town has become quite large, and now there are nearly a thousand families. Locally under the jurisdiction of Wuzhou, so there are government soldiers patrolling the archway in front of the archway.

Chen Fusheng walked through the wide bluestone road, passed the tall archway, paid a penny of door tax, and officially set foot in Baoqi Town.

What I saw was rows of houses, passing merchants rushing to the road, vendors in the rivers and lakes, and local residents busy traveling, etc.

The Eastern Tang Dynasty was in peace and prosperity, and Baoqi Town was also considered to be simple and simple.

The water polished stone path with some cracks is smooth, and it is spreading horizontally and in all directions.

Surrounded by people alleys, villages, gentry houses, etc.

It is not uncommon to Taoist priests like Chen Fusheng who hold swords and banners, bald monks, swordsmen with high chests and protruding belly, doctors and doctors in the martial arts world, cargo husbands, etc., and it is not surprising.

Chen Fusheng moved forward all the way, looking around curiously.

After all, he was a newcomer, and in his eyes, such an ancient environment was indeed unprecedented.

Although it was half blind, Chen Fusheng felt something was wrong with this town.

The road is grey stone slabs, but it is wet and cracked, and there is a squirming shadow like a black bug in the gap. This is even the case at the edges of every alley and in the corners of the wall.

The air reveals the vicissitudes of time.

The ancient town has been in a century of storm, and there are traces of decay and mottled everywhere.

But fog is everywhere, and many places are blurred, like veil.

From time to time, there are storm-like birds flying across the air with a sudden sneer, as if they are scared. There will also be cats and dogs with drooping heads, running out in fear and unsure, and I don’t know what they encounter.

Accents from all over the place are rising from time to time in the corners of the streets and alleys. They sound like they are talking about, bargaining, or insulting or sarcasm, but they just can't see anyone.

All the visible scenes, customs and customs, have strange and inexplicable views.

It is like a painting of a township, slowly unfolding, but the brush and ink are either incomplete, vaguely painted, or there are some inexplicable weirdness.

In short, the atmosphere is inconsistent everywhere.

Chen Fusheng didn't know whether it was because of his own vision or the new arrival and was unfamiliar with the ancient environment, so he had to bury his doubts in his heart, hold the sword and move forward, and be alert to it secretly.

Ancient town, bluestone, black tiles, misty rain...

The blue shirt, the Taoist servant, the banner and the sword are on the back, and it suddenly turns out to be another world...

......

In Chen Fusheng's ears, he could hear Jiang Botong's intermittent sound and guidance.

Yanlan Lane is quite far from the archway in front of the town.

Chen Fusheng left for nearly an hour.

Only then did I see what the old Taoist priest called "Five Doctors Locusts".

Five old locust trees with lush branches and leaves are as tall as a cover, shrouded in the entrance of a white wall and black tiled alley.

If fog comes in the morning, it will be covered with smoke, so it is called Yanlan.

At this moment, among the locust trees, there are several old-fashioned shops, including food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Several other peddlers were hawking, and a group of ragged children were playing and having fun.

Several old squires were drinking tea and playing chess under the tree, and they argued from time to time.

It seems that the years are quiet.

However, the locust tree belongs to the yin, and such a pavilion covers the wall, which seems to condense a little bit of yin and cold.

The surrounding atmosphere is deserted and not as comfortable as it looks.

Chen Fusheng waited and walked forward for a while.

He asked at an old man standing next to watching chess:

"Master, will Jiang Zui in Yanlong Lane pass by now?"

"Jiang House?"

"Which Jiang Zui?"

"Who is the last name?"

The old men under the tree all raised their heads and asked.

Chen Fusheng looked at the faces of these people and felt something was wrong. After thinking about it, he said the name of Jiang Botong's father.

The old Taoist priest has been away from home for more than 40 years, and perhaps only the name of his parents can bring local people to a reflection.

"What? You're asking about that ginger..."

"Don't be unlucky! Don't say it..."

Several old men were shocked.

They shook their heads and waved their hands, shouting in panic and panic:

"Go away quickly, it's really bad luck!"

"That Jiang family has been punished by God, and their family has been destroyed..."

"Foreigners, ask less and leave quickly to avoid bad luck!"

"What bad luck? I seem to be a bad luck! Bad luck!"

"Bao, it's a good idea to say less, but the disaster comes from the mouth..."

The old men were talking nonsense and left with their chessboards and teapots. They didn't want to stay for too long, and they didn't even want to say a word.

"What happened to the master's house?"

Chen Fusheng frowned and his heart sank.

The soul of the old Taoist priest Jiang Botong was confined to the flagpole and talisman, so he didn't know what happened outside.

Now things change, and the old Taoist priest himself doesn’t know where the old house is.

Chen Fusheng pondered secretly.

I don’t know how to tell the bad news to my master.

What the old Taoist priest never forgets is that the leaves fall back to their roots and bury their souls in their homes. First, it is to go as planned, and second, it is to hope that a trace of the remaining luck of practitioners can protect the peace of the homes.

But if the house is destroyed and the wishes are cut off, the blows and great disappointments that will bring to the old Taoist priests may hurt their souls and cause a lot of trouble.

After all, the old Taoist priest has died, so how can the soul be damaged?

suddenly.

From the corner of Chen Fusheng's eyes, he glanced at the back of a locust tree. There was a man who was timid and leaning out his head and kept looking over, looking suspicious.

"Stop, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that the man seemed to be sneaking away, Chen Fusheng immediately stepped forward and stopped drinking.

Unexpectedly, the man was frightened, but he seemed to have made great determination. He turned around with a sad face and knelt in front of Chen Fusheng:

"Little God, who can help me!"

"I am a relative of the Jiang family, and I have also been poisoned by monsters! Please be kind to the little god..."

Perhaps he saw Chen Fusheng dressing up with a sword on his back, or he was moved by the words "Seeking Gods and Asking Immortals" on the banner.

The man leaned in front of Chen Fusheng and kept bowing his head and begging.

"The poison of the goblins?"

Chen Fusheng stared at this person and saw that he was about fifty years old, gray-haired and haggard, and he was indeed a bitter look of suffering from life.

"Get up and talk." Chen Fusheng helped the person up, "Are you a relative of the Jiang family?"

"That's right." The man wiped his tears and bowed:

"My surname is Jiang and my name is Youcai. The doctor Jiang, who was asked by the little god, is my cousin. More than 40 years ago, Jiang Botong, the only son of the cousin, went out to study Taoism, but has not returned yet, so it is the funeral of my cousin's family that I have managed..."

Speaking of "after-interest", Jiang Youcai's face looked ugly and he still looked scared.

"What's wrong with the Jiang family?" Chen Fusheng asked whispered.

"Uncle's family..." Jiang Youcai said with a trembling voice, his eyes terrified and uneasy, "Uncle's family suffered a major disaster a year ago, and they were all... dead... terrible..."
Chapter completed!