1246 Chair bearers

ist chanting recorder. It is reciting 'Namo Amitabha Buddha,' which means 'I bow to the boundless power and wisdom of the Tathagata who embodies light and freedom.'"Even if Huiqing became a true monk,..."Ah!" I exclaimed just as Mu Wanchen grabbed my arm.

He steadied me, frowning and reprimanding, "What are you rushing for Be careful not to trip with such haste."

"What place is this..." I tentatively took a step forward.

The surrounding scenery came into view, the mountains still as menacing as ever, half covered in a chaotic tangle of greenery, the other half in jagged, strange rocks. Scattered across the ground were pebbles of all sizes.

I remember there was a broken dirt road that could drive in, and then it ended here. After passing over this mountain pass, it was the boundary of that village.

But here now seems to have undergone a landslide, a giant rock on the mountain collapsed, revealing a protruding patch of gray-white rock.

Just now, the ceremony was held on a large stone on the ground. We didn't expect it to be like this at all. I was even dragging my suitcase and almost slipped and fell.

"Here...didn't something happen" I asked nervously.

Mu Wanchen stood on the stone, slightly closed his eyes, looked up, and listened to the wind face-to-face.

That faint aura of mystery gradually enveloped him, and even his fingertips and hair radiated a captivating and mesmerizing glow.

I am so close to him, yet he feels like a completely different person.

That kind of cold and mysterious aura...

Like a witch doctor.

His eyes narrowed slightly, serene yet ethereal.

It's like I see things others can't, and hear words others can't.

The character "witch" contains too much mystery, unspeakable yet once influencing the world for thousands of years.

This place contains the aspirations of heaven, as well as defiance against it. There's also the profoundness of imperial courts and the commonality of the martial world.

Too complex, yet so pure on Mu Wanchen's body.

His silence, or perhaps his stillness, was heart-wrenching and drew one's gaze to him involuntarily.

Mu Xia Qiao once said that when she first met him, she was quite afraid. Later, she found out that he wasn't actually scary at all, and that he was silent and kind.

I initially thought the same way, but later I realized his warmth, both physically and emotionally. It was so intense, it felt like my heart was melting.

"Wanchen..." I couldn't help but whisper his name.

Being this close to me, don't give me that ethereal and vague look. I'll worry about losing you.

"Shh…" He didn't look at me, just raised a slender finger and pressed it lightly to his lips.

I pulled my neck back, feeling a chill wind brush past the nape of my neck.

Several birds flew across the sky, circling us for a few moments before flying away in a hurry.

Black as night, is it a crow

“There was a fight here,” Mu Wanchen said softly, his eyes looking anywhere but at me.

At this point, he was like a prophet or sorcerer from the stories, his spirit on a different level than mine.

"A woman came, carrying a large guiling… The guiling went in, and the woman left…" Mu Wanchen recounted calmly.

The incoming gu spirit did not come out again, perhaps it was devoured... He retracted his mysterious aura gradually and frowned slightly.

This look has more fireworks, I hurriedly hugged his waist, he was stunned for a moment: "What's wrong"

“…Your eyes just now, they were like a fortune teller’s.” I said honestly.

Mu Wanchen smiled: "Is that so... When you need to communicate with heaven and earth spirits, you need to transcend your spirit. It seems a bit 'above oneself'. Did I scare you"

"No, nothing... Next time you transcend, can I hug you" I asked.

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Mu Wanchen raised an eyebrow, hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, “...Yes.”

"Really Wouldn't that distract you" I pressed, trying to get more out of him.

He thought for a moment, then broke into a warm smile and playfully tapped my forehead. "Hugging is fine," he said, "but not like this, all over me."

"Why Don't we always hug like this"

He tapped my forehead and scooped me up in his arms.

"Don't walk, I'll carry you."

Okay, but what about those two suitcases

The suitcase didn't contain much of importance, just some clothes I brought for that old hag, my grandmother. I remember the last time I saw her, her clothes were worn and tattered.

This kind of trivial matter was naturally not a problem for Mu Wanchen. He held me in one arm, letting me sit in his embrace, holding onto his neck and shoulder behind him. Behind us, my family's "housekeeper" was slowly following us, rolling our luggage with its fluffy tail.

My eight-tailed fox demon, MuMu.

When Mu Wanchen gave it a surname, it was no longer a wild monster. Moreover, its servant status was equivalent to recognizing his cultivation, which was very important on the path of cultivation for demons and immortals.

It's like a yellow-skinned being trying every trick to get humans to treat it as one of their own. Once successful, it would be able to escape its current predicament and advance to a higher level.

As soon as the fox demon's aura appeared, all sorts of things inside the barrier panicked. We walked a long way until we saw the boundary marker of the barrier, but we didn't see a single living creature.

"There should be a land god here, right" I looked at the nameless tombstone and asked, puzzled.

Now even in the mountains and countryside, there are small temples dedicated to the Land God. Some places even have just a few bricks and tiles surrounding a statue of the Land God.

Although the temple is small, it does have a sense of presence. However, I didn't see similar offerings around this week.

"It must have been humans who moved them. There was no one here to begin with. If there's land, there's jurisdiction, and maybe a spirit would come to claim them, which defeats the purpose..."

"What is the meaning of this"

"... Abandonment, or perhaps exile." Mu Wanchen pondered for a moment: "Some people's karmic debts between humans and ghosts, their relatives are unwilling to involve themselves, and they can't find any great virtuous monks, Taoist masters, or even trustworthy witch doctors. They can only try every means to send them to a place far away from the world, letting karma resolve itself."

"Most of the living people here are entangled to death, and ghosts have become vengeful spirits. The Witch Clan has spells to seal these vengeful spirits and even make them disappear into thin air. However, this land is steeped in negative energy and malice. Staying here for a long time will affect one's nature and even change their appearance."

I nodded, understanding this. People say that one's appearance reflects their inner self. If someone's mind is twisted, I guess they would look a little strange.

"If you really grew up here, you probably wouldn't be so graceful and charming." Mu Wanchen smiled.

He puts on a cold face to everyone else, but he often smiles at me. Whenever he smiles, I feel like I'm floating and nothing evil can touch me.

Demons and ghosts may not be able to enter, but there was something bold and fearless, charging straight at me —

“Hmm… what is this smell, it’s so bad——” I suddenly smelled a strange smell wafting over. Before I could finish my sentence, Mu Wanchen raised his hand and blocked it with his sword sheath—

A fishy smell.

I covered my nose and took a closer look. A fluffy little yellow puppy was hugging Mu Wanchen's sword sheath with its paws, sliding straight down to the hilt. were exposed, he killed to silence them and then fled, a brutal and efficient method." He spoke in a low voice.“Well...the eyewitness said it was himself who dashed out onto the road and went under t...