"It is said that Emperor Xuanyuan was fond of conquests and killings in his later years. He had a man named Jinyun who had great supernatural powers and could ward off evil spirits, avoid harm, and control evil spirits.

The Jinyun family had a son named Tu. This Tu was cruel by nature and did evil things.

So Huangdi Xuanyuan wanted to kill this son to calm the people. The Jinyun family was afraid, so they went to discuss it with a person named Gao Xin. This Gao Xin family had a criminal record. He had eight sons, all of whom were dandies like Ru Tu.

He was also imprisoned by Emperor Xuanyuan to await justice.

The two of them thought of a way, saying that there was a spring in Bashan that was very magical. If they could get the spring water, it would be possible to save their children's lives.

So he remonstrated with the Yellow Emperor, who readily agreed. With Tu as the commander and Gao Xin as the eight generals, they conquered Bashan. The two tribes of Bacong had few people, and they fought and retreated. In the end, only nine people in the entire tribe were left alive. These nine people

Retreat to Bashan Mountain. The terrain of Bashan Mountain is dangerous and easy to defend but difficult to attack.

When Tu saw this, he became furious and burst out flames from his eyes.

The nine people were burned together with Bashan, and the fire burned for nine days and nine nights.

It wasn't until a heavy rain that the flames were extinguished, and the nine people followed Bashan and turned into nine peaks.

Because of Tu's meritorious service at this station, the mountain was named Jinyun Mountain after his surname.

But this is not the end.

Just when Tu and others thought they had won a great victory, the goddess of Wushan suddenly arrived and took away some captured Ba people.

Huangdi's army wanted to pursue them, but suddenly countless huge pythons and white tigers appeared and swallowed them up.

Afterwards, the big snake escaped with the Ba people and turned into Bashan today, while the white tiger became the worship of those Ba people.

Because the flames still have residual heat, there are always rains at night in Jinyun Mountain to extinguish the fires, and from time to time, loud shouts of death can be heard."

"What about Tu?" Ah Hui asked like a child fascinated by a story.

"Set the mountain on fire and sit in a prison cell." The monk then smiled.

I thought for a moment and asked: "Could the spring water be the water of eternal life?"

The monk then stretched and said, "It's just a story. I'm sleepy. Good night to all the donors."

Yawning is contagious.

After the monk went to sleep, we all felt sleepy.

They all lay down, turned off the lights and went to sleep.

But after I lay down and closed my eyes, I felt no sleepiness at all.

I was thinking about the meaning of this story told by the monk.

Just a simple chat?

Magical spring water.

Xuanyuan Huangdi.

Jinyun family.

It seems that some parts of this story are vaguely related to what we have experienced before.

I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep no matter what.

I sat up and looked at the transparent plastic window of the tent. The rain outside seemed to have eased a lot.

It was eerily quiet in the mountain col.

I suddenly wanted to go out for a walk.

So he quietly opened the tent curtain and left the tent.

At this time, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and the moon was bright and the stars were few and far between.

There are patches of dark clouds in the sky that have not drifted far away.

I looked up at the sky and looked at the moon.

I thought about raising my head to look at the bright moon and lowering my head to think about my hometown.

I don’t know how Aunt Qian is doing.

What is aunt doing?

suddenly!

I vaguely saw a long shadow passing between the clouds and the moonlight.

I thought to myself, could it be that I have been looking at the moonlight for too long and my eyesight is dazzled?

I rubbed my eyes and looked at the sky again, but there seemed to be nothing.

So I felt relaxed.

Just when I turned around to go back to the tent, I suddenly saw an extremely redundant shadow on the ground. The shadow was very fast and passed through it in one go.

My heart trembled.

He immediately turned around and looked up.

This time, I saw it clearly.

What shuttled between the clouds and the moonlight was actually a snake-like animal!

It can fly!

And it can travel through the clouds!

Could it be a real living dragon?!

It's just that I don't have a telescope at hand, so I can't see what is in the sky.

In the end, the shadow never appeared again, and I had to give up.

But just when I was about to turn around and go back to the tent.

I heard some strange sound suddenly coming from the mountain col.

The sound didn't sound like thunder.

It's not like a bird chirping either.

More like the bells on the front of the car, jingle bell, jingle bell.

The sound came from far to near.

At first it was just vague and difficult to distinguish, but gradually I could hear clearly that it was a car bell, and not only the car bell but also the sound of heavy footsteps and horse hooves.

I was very confused, there are still people driving horse-drawn carriages now?

Who would come here to drive a carriage in the middle of the night?

This is not a normal carriage sound.

The only thought I have left is -

The Yin soldiers borrowed the opportunity!

I felt a chill in my heart, and I stayed there, not knowing what to do.

At this time, a pair of hands suddenly stretched out from behind me.

He hugged me with his left hand, covered my mouth with his right hand, and dragged me into the tent.

I was horrified, so I turned around to look, and it turned out to be Monk Lu Que.

He smiled with squinted eyes and made a silencing gesture to me: "Shh."

Then he closed the tent curtain and pointed at the transparent plastic window, asking me to take a look.

I peeked outside.

At this time, it suddenly became cold in the tent.

Although it had just rained, it was still early September and it was not yet cold.

But after the car bell came in, the tent suddenly became very cold, like winter.

The fat man snoring loudly next to him muttered and wrapped himself tightly in quilt.

The coldness made me shiver unconsciously, and at the same time there was an inexplicable sense of oppression that made me feel scared from inside.

The sound of horse hooves and footsteps outside became increasingly clear. The sound was definitely not the footsteps of a few people, but the heavy sound of hundreds of people walking at the same time.

The frequency of the sound was exactly the same, and it sounded like a well-trained march. Every time a step landed, the ground would tremble unconsciously.

Outside the window, which was originally calm, the wind suddenly started blowing!

I saw it!

It was a carriage burning with phosphorus fire passing by our tent.

The four horses pulling the carriage were fully equipped with heavy armor, but the exposed necks and muzzles of the horses were completely empty.

The soldiers escorting both sides of the carriage were all skeletons under their dark armor.

This is a genuine Yin soldier!
To be continued...