Chapter 1301: Chiyue Purple Cypress Gate

Anyway, Zhu Minglang just used money to eliminate disasters, so he didn't bother to ask more questions.

After walking out of the main hall, the sixtieth national teacher came over and said to Zhu Minglang in a low voice, "King Wei had a nightmare recently, and he had a heart attack, but in fact, the matter of the Zibai Gate was over long ago. It was buried. There should be nothing there, I just begged an immortal like you to go there and give Wei Wangqiu peace of mind."

"Just running errands?" Zhu Minglang said.

"Don't dare, dare not, this is a deposit, and there will be a big thank you after you return, young immortal, don't dislike it." The national teacher handed a small bag of colored glaze to Zhu Minglang.

Still quite heavy.

How come there are ten colored glazes!

Rich!

It was equivalent to ten days of my internal salary, and the places they said were not too far away, but there were fewer people there.

It doesn't take a few days to go back and forth.

...

Zhu Minglang went to Zibai Gate that King Wei had mentioned.

Before coming, Zhu Minglang also inquired about King Wei from the people, and got a general understanding of the grievances between King Wei and Zibaimen.

It turns out that King Wei also entered the fairy gate when he was young, and he practiced it for ten years.

Later, I found that it was difficult to improve my cultivation base, so I returned to my small country and became the king.

The sect he practiced in is a small fairy sect, which is the Zibai sect.

Not many people know about the specific disputes, so Zhu Minglang can only go and see for himself.

Flying through the clouds and fog, he landed on the barren mountain where the Zibai Gate was located. Zhu Minglang found that this place was one of the places with the most depleted aura in the entire Wanli Tiandu.

As soon as he got to the mountain gate, Zhu Minglang saw the dilapidated mountain arch, covered with vines and weeds standing there, acting as the disciples guarding the mountain gate.

Along the flat road, Zhu Minglang found that the sect was in a mess, overgrown with weeds, the buildings collapsed, and the bricks and tiles were buried in the soil. The tone and style are like that of a funeral home...

Zhu Minglang frowned.

And there is no living person here.

The whole sect has long since collapsed.

What did King Wei ask him to come here to check, to see if there are any ghosts?

Looking back to the west...

It's so hard to die, Jinwu is going to get off work.

Zhu Minglang didn't want to waste a day, so he walked into the depths of this sect in the twilight.

Going inside, there is a narrow, long and deep mountain wall in front of you. Many buildings in the sect are cliff buildings, most of which rely on one side of the mountain wall. Occasionally, there are one or two tall pavilions with air bridges, which are grafted to the vertical cliff at the other end. Above, there are several suspended buildings on the cliff at the other end...

However, the tea-red lacquer and the secluded broken valley give people a sense of penetration. Even in the daytime, the sun can only shine in at a certain time.

Zhu Minglang went all the way to the bottom, and found that there were many tombstones erected at the bottom of the sect.

These tombstones didn't even have names, they were just standing in the shadiest place. Even if he didn't know much about Feng Shui, Zhu Minglang could understand that burying the dead here would be a ghost!

However, when Zhu Minglang went to search with his spiritual sense with some certainty, he found that there was no dirty spirit near the tombstone... Gu

This surprised Zhu Minglang a little.

"There is nothing, the king just scared himself and went back to collect the money." Zhu Minglang felt a little disappointed, so he turned and left.

On the way back, we still have to pass the suspended covered bridge.

But when we came, there was nothing on the dilapidated tea-red covered bridge, but when we returned, there was a figure in the middle of the covered bridge when Zhu Minglang walked towards him!

This really startled Zhu Minglang.

People's psychology is often like this. When you are mentally prepared, you don't feel terrible when you see weird things. On the contrary, when you are not mentally prepared, it suddenly appears, and it is a bit scary.

Fortunately, Zhu Minglang has seen everything in the world.

Ghosts!

Zhu Minglang walked over and looked at the expressionless bridge ghost.

"Brother Wei, I know you will definitely come. They all say that you are a treacherous person, but I am the only one who firmly believes that you will come back." A smile appeared on the face of the covered bridge ghost, eerie and weird.

Brother Wei?

This ghost must have recognized himself as that King Wei.

Zhu Minglang has dealt with Yin Ling before, and he also raised a Yin Ling Ye Niangniang before.

He knows that Yinlings don't like to be exposed. Many Yinlings are like a person in a state of sleepwalking. If you wake him up, he will go crazy and devour you desperately. However, Yinling's methods are often very difficult. Use the ordinary power system to defeat it, if it is not handled well, it will lead to endless disasters and curses.

Zhu Minglang didn't want to be lowered by this ghost and affect his luck.

"I was fine when I left, why did the sect become like this?" Zhu Minglang didn't point it out, and started to talk routinely.

"What does it look like?" The Bridge Yinling asked with a puzzled expression instead.

"It's just..." Zhu Minglang was about to say that it was dilapidated and everything was different, but when he looked around, he suddenly saw a completely different scene from what he had seen before! !

The pavilions stand tall, the flowers and trees are exquisite and orderly, the peeling walls have been repaired, and the bricks and tiles are also shiningly covered on those villas...

That's okay, but what surprised Zhu Minglang the most was that Zhu Minglang saw that under the cliff on the opposite bank, someone was using buckets of stone drop spring water, and a few disciples were walking towards the covered bridge, talking and laughing. When Zhu Minglang was around, he greeted Zhu Minglang warmly.

There are people meditating on the high pavilion.

There are people competing on the open ground.

There are even some women picking mushrooms and Ganoderma lucidum in the valley...

The night bell rang, and someone on the bell tower was also knocking skillfully as usual.

"Brother Wei hasn't come back for a long time, he must have forgotten a lot of things." Langqiao Yinling said.

Zhu Minglang did not answer immediately, but looked towards the empty valley outside the covered bridge.

Seen from him, the wall of the valley just cut the sky into a long opening, and a round of strange crimson moon just hangs at the end of the narrow night sky. It has been cut and perfectly projected into the entire Purple Cypress Gate...

This brilliance also sprinkled on Yin Ling of the covered bridge. At this time, Yin Ling of the covered bridge became very real under the filter of the moonlight. He had a warm and friendly smile on his face, just like an old friend As I welcome my arrival, the previous horror and weirdness are swept away! !

I have heard of ghost markets and seen similar scenes.

But this is the first time that Zhu Minglang has seen a ghost faction! !