Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

The evil spirit listened, but actually no longer struggled.

Ye Shaoyang continuously recovered the magical symbols and untied the French seal. The evil spirit looked at him with a sorrowful resentment. Sure enough, he no longer attacked, turned his body and went back to the mountains.

"It... just left?"

Wu Yao came up half a day and asked without hesitation.

"This evil spirit has opened up the wisdom, not a stupidity. It knows that it can't beat me. I also said that I didn't come to the tomb. It didn't kill."

The next two continued to look for Wen Huajiao's grave, all the way to find the mountain, see a cave on the rock wall, flashed by hand, inside is a statue of a statue, the appearance is the evil spirit, the two eyes are still sparkling.

"It seems to be a witch of the Miao..." Wu Yao guessed. "I used to see it in the temple, but I don't know the name."

Ye Shaoyang nodded, did not care about it, continued to look around, finally found the tomb of Wen Huajiao in a place at the highest point.

Ye Shaoyang first checked the surrounding tombstones and found that there are more than a dozen graves in this place. The monuments are all marble, very tall and wide. There are no photos on them. The names on the tablets are written in Chinese characters because the Miao people have no text. For a long time, I have accepted writing in Chinese.

These tombs are two pairs, and the pen on the left tombstone is "Priest xx", and the right side is the wife of the priest.

Wu Yao slammed his head. "I am so confused. I think that the dying is dead. Wen Huajiao is a priest. Even if she is dead, she will be buried in the tomb of the priests. We have been looking for so long."

Later, the Miao people have rules. If the dying person is dead, the corpse can not enter the ancestors after death. Wu Yao considers that Wen Huajiao and her husband are priests. Although both are dead, they will probably be buried with the ordinary people. I did not expect to bury them. In the tomb of the priests.

Next to Wen Huajiao’s tombstone is the father of her husband, Mu Qingyu’s brother and sister, and the last priest of Shizhai.

The tombstone reads: The Eighty-Three Generations of the Eighteenth Generation Priest Mushan Mountain.

Very strange name.

Ye Shaoyang saw the birth and death of two people. Mushanshan was born in 1945 and died in 1995, exactly 50 years old.

Wen Huajiao was born in 1968 and died in 2,059 years and 37 years old.

"Hey, this is the old cow to eat young grass." Ye Shaoyang counted, said: "This old priest is twenty-three years older than his wife."

Wu Yaodao: "Continuous string. It is normal, this is his wife."

In front of the Wenhuajiao tombstone, there is a tomb, the first wife of the old priest, and Ye Shaoyang looked at his age, almost like the old priest.

"For this old guy, it is normal to continue to be a wife who is twenty years older than myself. But standing in Wenhuajiao’s position, I really don’t understand why she is marrying this old guy. Is he better than Is Chow Yun Fat still handsome?"

Ye Shaoyang thought, but unfortunately there are no photos on the tombstone, otherwise it is really necessary to take a good look, this old guy is charming.

A few red candles were placed around Wen Huajiao's grave. Ye Shaoyang asked Wu Yao to pay attention to the surrounding. It is necessary to pay attention to the fact that if the people of Shizhai Village saw that they were digging the graves of their families, they would be desperate to fight with themselves.

"Do you really want to dig a grave?" Wu Yao was a little retreating when things arrived.

"I am having trouble with you?" Ye Shaoyang handed over the electricity to her, and she ran a flat shovel and began to dig the grave.

This is his only clue: If Wen Huajiao really dies from certain witchcraft and sorcerers, even after a lapse of ten years, the body will leave traces.

The most important thing is that her soul stays in the world, and seems to be taken by people. As long as she finds her body, she can use her spirits to invite her soul. Ask directly and ask the truth directly.

Excavation of the grave is the only thing you can do now.

The flat shovel can shovel the ground, but the pit that is too deep is not good, but because it rains for many days, the soil is completely wet and very digging.

Ye Shaoyang used a less than ten minutes to dig a coffin. However, my feet are also covered with mud, and it is uncomfortable to walk.

The coffin is cypress, and it has been decayed for ten years. It was opened with a flat shovel.

"There will be no problems in it?" Wu Yao looked at the dark coffin, and there was an instinctive fear in his heart.

"I don't know, let's see it first!"

Ye Shaoyang held the coffin with his muddy hands and forced him to go to the side and let Wu Yao shine in with his flashlight.

A few pieces of completely weathered clothes, and some gold and silver beads, placed in the coffin, but they did not see the body.

Ye Shaoyang was stunned on the spot:

I am ready, whether I see a zombie or something evil, I can accept it.

I did not expect that it would be such a result. There is no body, what is the trouble?

Both people are a little bit better.

Ye Shaoyang simply jumped off the grave, and dug out the coffin with a flat shovel. He checked it underneath, still didn't see the body, and found nothing else.

After a moment of silence, Ye Shaoyang jumped on the ground, buried the excavated soil back, basically restored to the original, and then went down with Wu Yao.

From the cemetery, Ye Shaoyang untied the Zhu yarn and the charm that were tied to the evil spirits of the two paper people.

The two men were angry and rushed over to Ye Shaoyang.

Ye Shaoyang played a magical symbol, shocked them off, and went down the mountain with Wu Yao’s head.

"Now do you do it?" Going down the mountain, Wu Yao asked.

"Go first to open a room."

"Open the room..." Wu Yao's thinking was dull, and his expression looked at Ye Shaoyang.

"Open the room, go to the bath, not sleep." Ye Shaoyang pointed to his legs, below the knees, covered with yellow mud, both hands are also.

Wu Yao is not much better.

"If I go back here, Mu Qingfeng will doubt it. I can't say that I am going to fish in the water."

Back in the town, Wu Yao went to the supermarket to buy two sets of pajamas, and then took Ye Shaoyang to a guest house: a three-story small building, already the best hotel in the town.

Fortunately, the room was clean and there was hot water.

Wu Yao stuffed her own pajamas to Ye Shaoyang, let him take a bath first, and then went back to herself. It took only half a day to come out. The wet clothes that Ye Shaoyang had replaced in her hand were washed and dried up in the room.

Ye Shaoyang is a little embarrassed.

Especially the pajamas worn by the two are still lovers, one is gray wolf on one chest and the other is red wolf.

"I bought it casually, don't misunderstand it." Wu Yao also found this situation, blushing.

Ye Shaoyang certainly does not care.

The two sat down on the bed to discuss the discovery of the grave:

Wen Huajiao's body is not in the tomb, which greatly exceeds Ye Shaoyang's expectations, but it also shows that she is not a normal death.