The years when I opened a coffin shop in the world of Ninth Uncle

Chapter 31 The Mountain God Appears
Just in case, Xu Ping specially prepared eight Kongming lanterns.

But at this time, the eight Kongming lanterns slowly lifted into the sky and floated in the same direction. Preparations were obviously superfluous.

Only one monster existed... Xu Ping thought to himself: It's a pity, I thought I could have a few consecutive draws.

Xu Ping led the nine uncles all the way west, following the Kongming lantern above his head, and before he knew it, he came to a wilderness.

Renjia Town is surrounded by mountains on three sides and water on one side, and to the west is Luoxia Mountain.

Walking closer, there is a big mountain in front of me, which is steep and steep.

The Luoxia Mountain in the daytime, with the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, is so beautiful.

But at such a late night, Luoxia Mountain no longer had the beauty it had during the day, it looked a bit hideous and a little more terrifying.

Xu Ping pointed to the Kongming Lantern floating towards the forest, and said: "Uncle Jiu, the mountain road is rugged and the Kongming Lantern has not stopped, so the monster should be on the mountain."

Uncle Jiu was dressed in an apricot-yellow Taoist robe, holding a wooden sword in his right and a compass in his left, with a serious face: "Go up the mountain immediately, but be careful, don't be careless."

Xu Ping replied, "I know that."

Uncle Jiu glanced at him and said in a muffled voice, "I'm not talking about you."

Although I don't want to admit it, but when it comes to morality, the young man in front of me is probably, maybe, maybe a little bit worse than himself.

To deal with ordinary monsters, it is not easy to catch.

He meant the two people behind him.

Wencai and Awei, who were panting behind, came to their senses at this moment.

Awei patted the bottles and cans around his waist, and said triumphantly: "Haha, Uncle Ninth, don't worry, it's not a joke to have so many black dog blood around you."

That was the result of their humming for a long time, and they were full of confidence in defeating evil spirits.

Wen Cai also had bottles and cans wrapped around his waist, and a cloth bag was hung on his body, filled with monster hunters and exorcists, and he was also fearless.

Uncle Jiu nodded and said, "Be careful yourself, don't break it."

Although this Luoxia Mountain is not too high, it is also not too low. In addition, it is remote and steep, and there is no way to find it.

The four of them had to follow the Kongming lantern above their heads from time to time, so as not to lose their way. They went through thorns and thorns all the way, but when they reached the mountainside, it was already the third quarter of the ugly hour.

After a while, Xu Ping and his party followed the Kongming lanterns to the Shanyin trail.

Under the bleak moonlight, in a field overgrown with weeds, there is a dilapidated mountain temple, and eight Kongming lanterns are all parked at the front door of the mountain temple, pointing the way for the four people.

The faint flame burns quietly, and the faint light illuminates the dilapidated temple in front of it.

The wooden doors of the temple are rotten, and the paint surface is peeling off. The words "Shangshan Temple" on the plaque have also been weathered and corroded, and the broken walls and ruins are all dyed moss green.

You can tell at a glance that this is a mountain temple without incense.

And the ghosts and ghosts in the mountains like to be in such a place, entrenched in cultivation, and tainted with a bit of incense.

What surprised Xu Ping was that even though the temple had been dilapidated to this point, there were still faint lights on in the temple.

Who is worshiping here late at night?

It is clearly depressed and dilapidated, but the lights are still on.

Thinking of this, the darkness of the mountain forest seemed even more gloomy and cold.

Xu Ping stopped in front of the mountain temple, took a closer look, then turned to look at Uncle Jiu: "Uncle Jiu, did you find anything?"

Unexpectedly, Uncle Jiu stared at the compass in his hand with a surprised expression: "The compass didn't move..."

If there is a monster nearby, the compass will turn slowly, and then use the pointer to lock the monster's position.

It was the first time Uncle Jiu had encountered such an abnormal thing. With a solemn face, he said in a deep voice, "Could it be that the monster is not at home at this time?"

Xu Ping also began to suspect, usually when it was too late, that is when the monsters went out to engage in activities, could it be that they went out to harm people?
However, it's all here.

He glanced at the mountain temple in front of him and said, "Go in and have a look."

After speaking, he stepped forward and pushed open the rotten wooden door.

As the wooden door was slowly pushed open, the connecting spider web broke, and what came into view was a shrine with candles lit and incense burners curling up.

On the shrine, a statue of a kind old man with a beard hanging down stands impressively.

The candlelight on the incense table swayed, the fragrance hovered into the sky, and the green smoke lingered around the statue and gradually disappeared.

Seeing it, Xu Ping couldn't help being surprised.

Looking at the statue that is obviously abandoned, but there is still incense burning in the middle of the night. Could it be that the villagers in the vicinity are still worshiping?
But when he looked at the lumps of blood-red things on the incense case, his eyes froze, "Uncle Jiu, those lost internal organs are indeed here."

Uncle Jiu took a few steps forward when he heard the words, his face darkened, and after looking around, he shouted loudly: "Where is the temple wish?"

Where is the temple wish... Echoes echoed, but there was no response.

The small mountain temple can be seen at a glance, and there is no hiding place at all.

Xu Ping stared at the statue on the shrine, and murmured his judgment: "Uncle Nine, perhaps the Miao Zhu here has been killed by a monster, and has already run away when he sensed our approach."

Uncle Jiu nodded, then pointed at the statue: "What you said makes sense, but why do you worship the mountain god with internal organs? What exactly do you want?"

Xu Ping shook his head, "Worshiping the gods is worshiping desires. If you want to come to what that monster wants, it will be futile after all."

"It's also possible that the monster got the internal organs and worshiped himself."

Seeing that there was no danger, Awei also walked in, looked around, forced a smile and said, "Uncle Jiu, since the internal organs have been found and the monster has escaped, let's go too."

He was the happiest when he didn't meet any monsters.

Uncle Jiu put away the mahogany sword and nodded: "Go to the nearby village tomorrow and ask if anything strange has happened to the mountain temple here these days."

Awei nodded, and called Wencai to come forward together, took out a black cloth and spread it out, pinching his nose to get the internal organs.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the fingertips touched the seemingly intact internal organs, the internal organs placed on the incense table suddenly turned into powder like weathering.

The scene in front of them scared Awei and Wencai back again and again, and screamed: "Jiu... Jiushu, how could this happen?"

Uncle Jiu's face also changed slightly, and he hurried forward a few steps, but just as his fingers touched the internal organs, the internal organs also dissipated in an instant as before, leaving only a pool of blood.

With such a strange scene, Xu Ping couldn't help but step forward to test it.

He stretched out his palm, and the zhenqi in the palm turned into a silk thread, which was wrapped around the viscera on the incense table.

After a while, the internal organs were still weathered and disappeared, but Xu Ping had already understood, looked up at the statue on the shrine, and said in a deep voice: "The evil spirit of blood in the internal organs has been sucked away."

Uncle Ninth was lost in thought.

And Ah Wei couldn't wait to ask: "What do you mean?"

Xu Ping glanced at him, pointed to the statue on the shrine, and said leisurely, "That is to say, in all likelihood, the mountain god here has manifested."

"Ah?!" Awei's eyes widened in disbelief.

Suddenly, he woke up again, knelt down with a thud, and put his hands together: "The little one is Liu Wei, please bless my grandpa, the mountain god, and let my cousin Ren Tingting marry me. As long as my cousin is willing to marry me, I will burn incense and kowtow to you every day. Worship it like a parent."

When Wen Cai heard this, he was unwilling to let others down, so he also knelt on the ground with a thud, imitating the example, "Grandfather of the Mountain God, my name is Wen Cai, and you also bless Miss Ren Tingting..."

"Writing talent!!!"

Uncle Jiu scolded angrily, and wanted to clean up the house a bit.

He glanced at Xu Ping in embarrassment, stepped forward angrily, pulled Wen Cai up, pointed at the shrine and said, "It's better to ask for yourself than to ask for others. Miss Ren doesn't like you, so it's useless for you to worship any god."

When Ah Wei heard it, he had something to say: "Hey, Uncle Ninth, you can't say that. I won't lose anything if I pay homage to him. What if he is really alive?"

After finishing speaking, there was another bang.

　Thanks to Hsuwenkuang for tipping 100 starting coins.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)