Chapter 6 Pride 1 I have a little flowered donkey I never ride

　　Within a few days, Wei Wu Xian realized that he might have made a wrong choice.

　　The flower donkey he brought along with him was too difficult to serve.

　　Obviously just a donkey, but only eat fresh dewy young grass, grass tip yellow a little, do not eat. Passing a farmer, Wei Wuyi stole some straw to feed it, chewed a few mouths, it spit, than the living spittle also spit loudly. Eat bad, it refused to go, temper, kicked back, Wei Wuxian several times nearly kicked by it. And the sound of screaming is extremely difficult to hear.

　　Both as a mount and as a pet, all useless!

　　Wei Wu Xian could not help but miss his sword. That sword is now most likely hung on the wall as a trophy by the head of one of the big families to show people, right?

　　After running for a few miles, he passed through a large village field. The sun was scorching, and there was a big acacia tree at the edge of the field, with a thick green shade at the bottom of the tree, and an old well where the villagers put a bucket and a dipper for passers-by to quench their thirst. The donkey ran here and refused to leave. Wei Wu Xian jumped down and patted its buttocks: "You're still a rich man, harder to serve than me."

　　The donkey sprayed him.

　　A hundred times chatting, the Qianwu far away came a line of people.

　　These people carry hand-woven bamboo basket, cloth shirts and straw shoes, from head to toe a countryside villagers of the rustic. There is a little girl inside, a round face, barely beautiful in appearance, perhaps walking under the hot sun for a long time, also want to come over to drink water, but see a smashing hooves under the tree barking flower donkey, but also sitting a red and white painted crazy, dare not come.

　　Wei Wu Xian, who has always prided himself on being a man of compassion, moved his nest and moved a piece of land to toss the flowering donkey. The group saw that he was harmless, and only then did they feel at ease to come. Each sweaty cheeks red, fan the wind, fetching water, the girl sitting at the well, seems to know that he is willing to give way, to Wei Wu Xian a faint smile.

　　One of them was holding a compass in his hand, looking into the distance, looking down and confused: "Why is it that we are almost at the foot of Da Fan Mountain and the needle is still not moving?"

　　This compass engraving and the needle are very strange, not ordinary compass. It is not used to point to the southeast and northwest, but to point to the evil demons "wind evil disk". Wei Wuxian knew that this was a poor and poor countryside family. In addition to the noble families of Yangchun and Baixue, there are also many such small families who cultivate themselves behind closed doors. Wei Wuxian thought, maybe they came from the countryside to join some big family with relatives or to go hunting at night.

　　The middle-aged man in the lead greeted people over to drink water while saying: "Is your compass broken, I'll give you a new one. There are less than 10 miles is the Da Fan Mountain, we can not rest for a long time. Dusty all the way, if here slack, lagging behind to let people steal the lead, it is not worth it."

　　It is indeed a night hunt. Many immortal families prefer elegance, called travel in all directions, eliminate the devil and subdue demons as "hunting", and because these things often at night, also called it "night hunting". There are so many immortal cultivation families, but the famous ones come and go just a few. If not for the rich accumulation of ancestors, ordinary families want to be included in the upper ranks of the famous family, in the Xuanmen to win the prestige and respect, you must get the actual results. Capture the ferocious demonic beasts or the scourge of the side of the Li Fury, the family speak only have weight.

　　This is Wei Wu Xian's specialty, but he has been on the road for a few days, breaking into several graves, and all he has hunted are brats. He was short of a ghost that would help him, and he decided to try his luck at Daini Mountain. If it was a good one, he would catch it and use it.

　　The pedestrian rested enough, also ready to go on the road. Before leaving, the round-faced girl took out a small half-green apple from the back box and handed it to him: "This is for you."

　　Wei WuXian smiled and reached out to take it, but the flower donkey showed its head and teeth to bite. Wei Wuxian hurriedly fished. Seeing that the donkey was salivating over this small apple, he picked up a long branch and a fishing line, dangled the apple and picked it in front of the donkey's head. The donkey smelled the fragrance of the apple in front of him and wanted to eat it, so he chased after the apple, which was always a little short of the apple, and rushed forward with his head held high.

　　The donkey did not stop, and Wei Wu Xian arrived at Da Fan Mountain before it was dark. It was not until the foot of the mountain that he realized that this Fan was not the same as the other one. From a distance, the shape of the mountain resembles a short Buddha with a wide heart and a fat body, hence the name. There is a small town at the bottom of the mountain, and it is called Buddha's Foot Town.

　　The number of monks gathered here was far more than he had imagined, with a mix of fish and dragons and a dazzling array of costumes from various families and clans walking through the streets. For some reason, all of them looked nervous, and they didn't have time to laugh at him when they saw this ghostly appearance.

　　In the middle of the street, there was a group of cultivators gathered together and were talking seriously. It seems that there is a big difference in opinion, Wei Wu Xian heard them talking from afar, originally fine, and then somehow got excited: " I think this place is a good place to be.

　　"... I think there is no soul-eating beast or soul-eating fury here at all, clearly all the wind evil disk pointers are not moving."

　　"If not, how did the seven townspeople's loss of soul come about? It can't be that they all have the same strange disease, right? I've never heard of this disease!"

　　"Just because the Wind Evil Disc doesn't point it out, does it necessarily mean there is none? It can only point to a general direction, not enough precision to be trusted, maybe there is something around here that can obstruct the pointing of its pointer."

　　"Do not think about who made the wind evil disk, and I have never heard of anything that can disrupt the pointing of its pointer."

　　"What do you mean ah how do I hear you talk strange? Of course I know the wind evil disk is Wei Ying made ah, but he made something is not perfect, does not allow the next person to question?"

　　"I did not say that you are not allowed to question, not to mention that his work is perfect, why do you have to spew blood!"

　　So they started arguing in the other direction, and Wei Wu Xian rode by on his flower donkey hei-ha-ha. I don't want to think that after so many years, he is still in the monks' verbal fights, the so-called "every Wei will quarrel", if it is the vote to choose the most long-lasting popularity of the hundred families, who else?

　　In all fairness, the monk is right, now the common wind evil plate is the first version he made, indeed precision is not enough. He originally started to improve, who taught not to change the nest was smashed, so we have to give in to everyone, continue to use the first version of the lack of precision.

　　That said, eating flesh and blood gnawing bones of most low-ranking, such as walking corpses; only the more elegant and elegant high-ranking demonic beasts or ghosts to be able to suck and digest the soul, but also ate seven, no wonder so many families are gathered here. Since the night prey is not trivial, the wind evil plate some mistakes are inevitable.

　　Wei Wuxian strangled the rope, jumped off the back of the donkey, sent the apple that had hung the flower donkey all the way to its mouth: "A bite, just a bite ... bah, you this bite is to eat my whole hand."

　　He picked the other side of the apple nibbled two bites, stuffed back into the mouth of the flower donkey, reflecting on why he had fallen to share the same apple with a donkey, his back suddenly bumped into a person. The first time I saw a young girl, although he hit him, but did not put him in the eyes, the eyes of the godless, with a smile on his face, looking straight in a certain direction.

　　Wei Wu Xian followed her gaze. That direction is a from the black pressure of the top of the mountain, it is the Da Fan Mountain.

　　Suddenly, the young girl without warning in front of him hand dance up.

　　This dance posture is wild, open teeth and claws, Wei Wu Xian was watching with great interest, a woman with a skirt ran over, hugged her crying: "Ah Rou, let's go back, go back!"

　　Ah Rou struggled to shake her off, the smile on her face, from the beginning did not fade, with a kind of creepy loving kindness, continue to dance while dancing, the woman had to chase her all over the street, while running whimpering and crying. One of the merchants said: "Sins, Zheng Blacksmith's family's Ah Rou has run out again."

　　"Her mother is so pitiful. Ah Rou, Ah Rou's husband, and her husband, none of them are good ..."

　　Wei Wu Xian strolled east and west, and from the scattered words of people from all walks of life, he sorted out the strange things that happened here.

　　Da Fan Mountain, there is an ancient cemetery, the Buddha's Foot town people's ancestral graves are mostly here, and sometimes to the nameless corpse here to plan a pit to set up a wooden plaque. A few months ago, there was a night of lightning and thunder, wind and rain. The rainstorm washed away, and after one night, a landslide collapsed on Da Fan Mountain, and it was the cemetery. Many old graves were destroyed, and several coffins turned out of the soil, was a lightning struck the coffin lid, even the corpse with the coffin was split to scorched black.

　　Buddha's foot town people are very upset, some prayers, rebuilt the ancient graves, thought to pacify the past. Who knows, since then, the town of Buddha's Foot began to appear frequently lost soul of the people.

　　The first is a lazy man. This person is a poor man, usually idle, because always like to go up the mountain to catch birds to play, just in the landslide that night trapped in the Da Fan Mountain, scared half to death, but fortunately, life is safe. The strange thing is that he came back within a few days, suddenly married a daughter-in-law, with great fanfare to do the marriage, said from now on to do good deeds and virtue, live in peace.

　　On the wedding night he got drunk and fell into bed and did not get up. The bride called him he should not, a push to find the groom's eyes straight, cold, except still breathing, and dead people are no different. So do not eat and drink lying for several days, peacefully into the ground. Poor bride just married will be widowed.

　　The second is the Zheng blacksmith's family's Ah Rou. The young girl had just engaged a marriage, but her future husband was bitten to death by a jackal in the mountains the next day while hunting. After she learned about this, she also had the same situation as the previous lazy man. Fortunately, after a period of time, her disorientation got better on its own. But since then, people have also become crazy, laughing and dancing outside every day for people to see.

　　The third is Ah Rou's father, Zheng Blacksmith. Seven people have been killed in a row so far.

　　Wei Wu Xian mused, most likely soul-eating fury, not soul-eating beasts.

　　Although the two differ by one word, but they are completely different things. Furies are ghosts, while beasts are demonic beasts. In his opinion, it may be a landslide collapsed the ancient tomb, the sky thunder split open the coffin, releasing the resting old fury. Whether it is, let him take a look at what kind of coffin, there is no seal residue can. But the Buddha's Foot town people must have already buried the charred coffin, the bones re-collected into the earth, the traces must not be much left.

　　To go up the mountain, you have to take the mountain road from the town, Wei Wu Xian strolled the donkey slowly up the slope. After walking for a while, a few people with an obscure face headed down the line.

　　Some of the pedestrians had injuries on their faces and were talking about everything. When it was dark, they bumped into a donkey rider with a hangman's makeup, and were all startled. Wei Wuxian turned around and thought, "Could it be that the prey was tied up and returned in defeat? After a brief thought, he patted the donkey's rump and rode up the hill at a trot.

　　He happened to miss the group's next complaint: "Never seen such a bully.

　　"I've never seen such a domineering one!"

　　"The head of such a big family needs to come here to grab a Soul Eating Fury from us? He must have killed many of them when he was young!"

　　"What's the law, who asked him to be the patriarch. Offend which family can not offend the Jiang family, offend who can not offend Jiang Cheng. Pack up and go, admit your own bad luck!"