The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 64: Cockscomb Blood, Red Lanterns
At 3 p.m., everyone entered Chenjia Village.

Everything I saw was a mess.

In some places, you can still see villagers drying bacon and children's tiger-head hats, but now they are mixed with mud and have become filthy.

Apart from the dilapidated corners of the houses, the most common things seen are medicinal herbs.

The people in Chenjia Village have made a living by collecting medicinal herbs for generations. Every month they take the herbs to the town at the foot of the mountain to sell. Because of their excellent quality, they attract many drug dealers.

However, a ground fissure destroyed everything.

Zhang Jiuyang can still see the cracks on the ground, winding like snakes, and drying up under the scorching sun like scars.

The village was not big, and after walking around, they found that they did not encounter any evil spirits.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, as if not even the sound of the wind could be heard.

"It's daytime now, let's wait until night."

Yue Ling randomly chose a house that was not too shabby, walked into the house, and saw a slightly wobbly armchair.

The scene was extremely strange. There was no one in the room and the village was dead silent, but the armchair was shaking slightly, as if someone was resting on it.

Yue Ling showed no fear at all. He sat on the armchair with his horse and sword in his hands. The heavy armor made the chair make a dull sound.

"Recuperate first. When night comes, the evil spirit will naturally come out."

This village was a little weird. Neither her magic eyes nor the compass of the Imperial Observatory could find the evil spirit.

Therefore, she chose to conserve her energy and wait for the opportunity.

Blind Lin went to so much trouble just to get Zhang Jiuyang to come to Chenjia Village. Now that he is here, the other party will definitely not remain indifferent.

Lao Gao and Luo Ping worked in perfect harmony. Together they arranged many red lines around the place and hung up a few bells with scriptures painted on them.

"These red threads are soaked in rooster comb blood and have been exposed to the sun for seven days. They are full of yang energy. For ordinary people, there is nothing unusual about them. But if an evil spirit touches them..."

Lao Gao gestured at his neck and said with a smile, "It's just like an ordinary person touching a knife."

"As for this bell, it was specially made by the Imperial Astronomical Observatory. It can give early warning of evil spirits. These two things are essential for setting up camp."

Zhang Jiuyang memorized it silently in his mind, thinking that his trip was not in vain, as he learned another trick.

Especially cockscomb blood, Li Shizhen once recorded in Compendium of Materia Medica that "cockscomb blood is the essence of the chicken, which is close to heaven. Dan is the yang among yangs, which can ward off evil spirits, so it can cure diseases such as middle evil and shock."

Rooster blood can ward off evil spirits, and rooster comb blood is even more powerful, full of pure yang energy. It can play a huge role whether it is for consecration to ward off evil spirits or for feng shui to ward off evil spirits.

Even little Ali showed fear. She looked at the red line from afar and didn't dare to go forward.

She burped, rubbed her belly, and then her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and she curled up in Zhang Jiuyang's arms and fell asleep.

"Stay closer to me."

Zhang Jiuyang was just about to find a place to rest when he heard Yue Ling's voice. Realizing that she was talking about him, he carried Ah Li and sat down next to her.

Gradually, he closed his eyes and began to calm his mind. If nothing unexpected happened, this night would be very difficult.

Yue Ling closed his eyes and his breathing became more even, as if he had fallen asleep, but one of his hands was still on the hilt of the Dragon Sparrow Sword, never letting go.

Lao Gao on the side winked at Luo Ping, chuckled, and said in a low voice: "There is something fishy."

Luo Ping was puzzled and asked, "What's the trick? Is there an evil spirit?"

He quickly clenched the silver spear in his hand.

"It's not evil spirits, it's those two people, something's wrong."

Lao Gao smiled like an experienced person and said, "Look at them, do they look like a family of three?"

Luo Ping was stunned for a moment, and was about to refute, but found that... it was really a bit like that.

Yuetou is heroic and beautiful, while Jiuge is handsome and dignified. They can be said to be a perfect match.

Although little Ali is a ghost, she is well-behaved and cute, just like their daughter.

But he couldn't accept it for the time being. Could a woman like Yuetou also be tempted by worldly desires? He felt it was too incongruous to imagine Yuetou being a little bird, taking care of her husband and children.

Lao Gao seemed to see what he was thinking. He patted his shoulder and said with a smile, "If one day even Yuetou can retire and marry, it means that the world is truly stable and there are no more evil spirits."

"By then, I, Gao, will be able to marry a wife, have a baby, eat ten bowls of rice every day, and go to a brothel when I'm tired."

"By the way, you are a tongue-tied boy. If you still haven't found a wife by then, I will introduce one to you..."

Luo Ping was stunned, with a hint of longing in his eyes.

“Will there ever be such a day?”

"of course."

Luo Ping mustered up his courage, and with a shy smile on his childish face, he said, "I like... those with long hair and a gentle body..."

The master laughed loudly and said, "It wasn't easy. I finally got your true feelings out of you!"

Luo Ping suddenly became angry and turned his face away, sulking alone.

……

As time passed, the house returned to calm and the sound of even breathing gradually became audible.

After climbing over mountains and crossing rivers today, everyone was very nervous and felt a little tired. They all dozed off. Even the sulking Luo Ping lowered his head while holding his spear.

Originally, Lao Gao was in charge of the alert, but for some reason, he also felt sleepy. After struggling for a while, he finally leaned against the wall and began to snore.

After sleeping for a while, it was night.

When the last ray of sunlight fell, the ruined village was gradually shrouded in the night. Red lights lit up, and some strange changes seemed to have taken place in the village.

Jingle Bell!
The bell hanging on the red string suddenly rang, waking Zhang Jiuyang up from his sleep. He subconsciously tightened his grip on the ghost-slaying sword beside him.

He was a little surprised. He was just closing his eyes to rest, so how could he fall asleep without realizing it?
"Everyone, stay alert and be ready to fight at any time."

Yue Ling stood with a knife in hand, his eyes slightly cold as he looked around the room.

Zhang Jiuyang followed her gaze and was stunned.

The house that was in ruins during the day has now been restored to its original state, with many pieces of furniture placed inside, full of life.

Lao Gao and Luo Ping also gasped, not understanding what had happened during the time they were asleep.

At the door, two red lanterns fluttered slightly.

The sound of footsteps, accompanied by a faint whistle, came closer and closer.

Everyone suddenly felt as if they were facing a powerful enemy.

Zhang Jiuyang asked A Li to return to the Yin puppet temporarily to act as an ambush, and then he stood side by side with Yue Ling with a sword in hand, his eyes fixed on the door, and his other hand touched the box behind him.

Finally, the footsteps stopped and two figures appeared at the door, one old and one young. The old man's face was illuminated by a red lantern, with wrinkles all over his face. He was holding the hand of a little boy wearing a tiger-head hat.

The little boy was having a lot of fun blowing a bone whistle.

The old man was not surprised to see the crowd. Instead, he smiled and walked over with the child, saying, "You are awake and must be hungry. There are some at home..."

Before they finished speaking, they walked to the red lines soaked with cockscomb blood, ignored them, and then their bodies were cut into several pieces and turned into minced meat on the ground.

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes narrowed, and he was about to say something when Yue Ling waved her hand to stop him.

After a few breaths, footsteps outside the door were heard again, and the familiar whistle appeared again.

The old man and the child came over again, with the same smile and the same conversation as before.

They stepped on their own bones and flesh, but had warm smiles on their faces.

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(End of this chapter)