The world of Taoism

Chapter 129 I've Been There in the Past, Willow Yiyi
The store clerk was relatively timid, Zhou Xuan was a little scared, and immediately explained the matter in detail.

Zhou Xuan guessed right, Mao Chi and the old shopkeeper were indeed in the same group.

Mao Chi is a priest of the Xiao Clan, usually wandering around, looking for heads to hunt.

Or kill customers in the inn to get their heads.

"Do you want to practice spells with your head?" Zhou Xuan asked.

The head of the Flying Head Technique controlled by Uchi just now should have been taken from the head of a passerby.

"Yes, the priests use the heads to worship the gods and practice the technique of flying heads."

In addition to hunting the heads of the Xiao clan to worship the gods, they are also used to practice the technique of flying heads.

Flying head technique is the ultimate trick of headhunters.

This spell is so powerful that it can separate the head from the body and kill the enemy miles away.

The method of spell cultivation is also very bloody, the flying of the head will suck up the blood of humans and animals within a certain distance.

After cultivating in this way for a period of time, as long as he does not die, it is revealed that various wonderful abilities will be born.

For example, Uchi's ability is Fire Breathing Art.

Thinking of this, Zhou Xuan asked: "Do you have any other headhunter priests, where are you usually?"

"I don't know, our tribe disappeared many years ago, and now it's just a branch of it." The waiter shook his head, with an expression that didn't seem to be fake.

Zhou Xuan asked a few more detailed questions, but he always asked three questions.

"can I go now?"

The waiter raised his head, his expression was very submissive, and he put on a harmless expression.

"It's all right!" Before Zhou Xuan could speak, Zhu Hanjie waved his hand.

"Thank you, thank you sir!" The waiter in the shop trotted out of the shop as if he had received an amnesty.

Whoa!
A ray of light pierced the night sky, and the long knife pierced Xiaoer's chest.

Luo Xiong made a move, and pierced the waiter's vitals.

"Uh..." The waiter's eyes widened, he turned his head in disbelief, opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

thump!
The body fell down, and blood flowed all over the ground.

A life died before their eyes, and everyone didn't care.

Chopping the grass does not remove the roots, but the spring breeze blows and regenerates.

The waiter looks harmless to humans and animals, but the aborigines are savage, and they will definitely revert to their old ways in the future.

Everyone came to the backyard, and according to the information given by the waiter just now, they dug up the cellar in the backyard.

When the lid was opened, a bloody smell rushed to the face.

"Hey... I've only seen this scene in the frontier..." Luo Xiong sighed deeply.

In the cellar, countless corpses were stacked and stuffed in it.

The corpses were all headless, with twisted limbs.

There is not much space in the cellar. Many corpses have their spines broken, and their hands, feet and bodies are folded, which makes the space occupied by the corpses small.

Many corpses had already decomposed, and the cellar environment was closed. In the eyes of everyone, this place was like a sea of ​​maggots.

The white maggots were densely piled up and twisted constantly, looking from a distance, it looked like a white lake.

Everyone was speechless, they looked at the cellar silently for a while, then turned and left.

A fire burned down the inn.

Everyone rode the horses taken out of the inn and left the inn quickly.

.........

Luojia Village.

The once prosperous village is now deserted.

The young and the young leave home and the eldest returns, the local accent remains the same, and the hair on the temples declines.

Luo Xiong pushed open the dilapidated gate. This was a small courtyard in his childhood memory, but now it was overgrown with weeds, most of the walls collapsed, and there was no place to stay.

Luo Xiong walked lightly, walking back and forth in the courtyard a few times.

The stone table in the middle of the courtyard is faintly engraved with strokes from childhood.

The jujube trees planted in childhood are now graceful and graceful.

When I came to the backyard, the backyard gate was closed and covered with spider webs.

With trembling hands, Luo Xiong gently pushed open the door, with a hint of luck on his face.

perhaps…

Perhaps after the door was opened, two gray-haired old men were waiting for him, excitedly shouting Xionger to himself, and took out the meal he had just prepared.

Countless midnight dreams, the action of pushing the door is simple, but it has been rehearsed many times in Luo Xiong's brain.

Squeak!

The door opened slowly.

Memories overlap, time flows.

This action spanned 30 years.

Whoa!
Several wild birds flapped their wings and flew around, rolling up smoke and dust all over the ground.

The house was overgrown with weeds, and a few tiles fell to the ground when the door was opened.

Luo Xiong chuckled, as if a little helpless, he recognized the truth.

"I left home at the age of 20, and my parents were only in their 30s. I thought that my parents might still be waiting for me when I came back this time. It seems that the old man is too greedy..."

Thirty years is enough to divert rivers and barren fields.

The year was not good, and there were bandits and soldiers, and many villages had disappeared.

People either fled or starved to death at home, and the people in Luojia Village were no exception.

Luo Xiong looked at things and thought about people, and walked around the small courtyard several times, but he still couldn't see enough.

Zhou Xuan and Zhu Hanjie did not rush, but just watched all this silently outside the door.

Mass Burial Mound.

Luo Xiong searched and finally found a group of familiar tombstones, which were covered with moss and had experienced years of wind and rain.

Judging from Luo Xiong's emotional expression, his family must be among them.

Luo Xiong walked along and saw many tombstones, the names of the tombstones corresponded one by one with the characters in his mind.

Childhood playmates, childhood sweethearts, neighbors' uncles and aunts, veteran teachers...

No matter how brilliant and famous one is in life, it is just a touch of loess after all, and death is the final destination of human beings.

As night fell, a faint mist lingered over the mass graves.

"Brother Luo, it's time to hit the road..." Zhu Hanjie suddenly said.

"On the road? On what road?"

"Look at your chest." Zhu Hanjie reminded.

Luo Xiong lowered his head and unwrapped the bandaged wound, only to see that the wound just cut by the old shopkeeper had recovered as before.

"This is………"

Luo Xiong suddenly looked back, and memories emerged.

There is no such thing as retiring from old age and returning home, disarming and returning to the fields.

Let alone let alone the tense war in northern Xinjiang, whether he would let such an experienced veteran go.

Northern Xinjiang is thousands of miles away from here, and one person sets out alone, the road is full of dangers, and if one is not careful, he will die on the road.

Luo Xiong still came on foot, probably before half his life was gone.

In this era, transportation was inconvenient, and many officials in exile mostly died halfway.

"Disarmed and returned to the fields..." Luo Xiong laughed at himself, "It's just a dead soul returning to his hometown."

Ghosts are originally incomplete things, Luo Xiong's memory returned, and he immediately recognized Zhu Hanjie.

"Lieutenant Zhu, please forgive me! Brother Zhou, thank you for sending me off..."

Luo Xiong's figure gradually faded, and he remembered many times.

When the owner of the Southwest Cave was in chaos, Luo Xiong joined the army.

All the way from the south to the north, I wanted to make contributions and enjoy the glory and wealth, but I never thought about going there for 30 years.

"In the past, I went away, Yangliu Yiyi. Now I come to think about it, it is raining and snowing."

"The road is slow, and I am thirsty and hungry. My heart is sad, and I don't know I am sad!"

Luo Xiong sang a ballad, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

(End of this chapter)