Qiu Dong responded, seeing that the forest was deep and the trees were dense, and worried that the call quality was not good, he walked out for a while and chose a slightly empty place to call. Jiang Lian wanted to say a few words to Meng Qianzi, but was also concerned about the situation of Kuang Meiying and Wei Biao. After hesitating for a while, he followed first.

Qiu Dong made a phone call very quickly and kept nodding: "Okay, okay, it's more appropriate to see it in Fenglin. I'll give the phone to Miss Meng to see her opinion..."

When he turned around, he saw Jiang Lian's face sank, and he replied hard: "Everyone is busy looking for Miss Meng, we can't take care of your two friends."

I wanted to finish speaking, but I left Jiang Lian and left. After only two steps, I couldn't help it. I covered my phone receiver and retreated, asking him, "Why is Miss Meng's golden bell in your hand?"

The golden bell of the beast?

Jiang Lian was stunned for a moment, then he realized that it was the chain. He wanted to explain a few words, but swallowed it back: First, he couldn't explain it clearly in a few words; second, whenever Meng Qianzi asked about this chain, he avoided others and seemed to be unwilling to make this happen.

Qiu Dong thought he was inappropriate and was a little angry: "The golden bell of the hidden beast, the mountain beast, the mountain beast, the mountain beast, the mountain beast, the critical situation just now, will you use such an important thing in your hand? I said, even if there is a golden bell, how could Miss Meng use her twelve swords as a talisman? It turns out that the golden bell is not on her body!"

He suddenly stopped, knowing that he had made a mistake, his face was a little embarrassed, and he was afraid that Meng Jinsong would be anxious to wait there, so he had to glar at Jiang Lian fiercely, hurried to the tree, and handed his phone to Meng Qianzi.

Meng Qianzi didn't care about the quality of the call. Perhaps she was too lazy to move because she had injuries on her body, so she leaned under a tree to answer. In order to avoid suspicion, Qiu Dongxian walked to the other side to help take care of the wounded.

***

Jiang Lian stood there for a while.

Twelve Knife.

I remembered that he had seen three knife wounds on one side of her arm and thigh, and it seemed that there were also on the other side. If he hadn't been a slut and had pulled the other person's golden bell away, these twelve knives would have been unnecessary.

The arms were numb and itchy. I don’t know which wound was not tied and blood slid down. Jiang Lian reached out to wipe it, paused, and walked towards Meng Qianzi.

As she approached, her voice came, and Jiang Lian took a light step.

——"... They are all mountain ghosts. Can I just run away and let others die?"

——"You have already gone too far, and you are still taking a bus. When you come here, I have arrived at the Xuandan Peak Forest and meet up there. I will break west from the ground furnace and take a shortcut. If you are worried, send a few people to meet up along the way."

——"It hurts, why doesn't it hurt? But Qiu Dong and the others are not familiar with each other. Do you shout in front of them? They look at me now and their eyes are shining."

He sighed again: "I wish I had been with you and Xin Ci."

Jiang Lian couldn't help but smile.

The mountain-moving beast just now was like a spectacular drama. She was the only one who could play Meng Qianzi's role, and no one could replace her. But after she got off the stage and stopped, she came back. However, this "reality" varies from person to person: Qiu Dong and others are enthusiastic audiences, and their relationship is not that close, so she still has to be reserved and reserved. If it were Meng Jinsong and the others, she would probably only shout about fatigue, pain, and hard work, and how to come at will.

He realized that he was distracted and took back his divergent thoughts.

——"You ask Xin Ci to help me check the most effective scar removal method. I think no matter how good the special medicine is, it is mostly necessary to have medical beauty."

——"Yes, it's what I said, it's all right. Multiplying by two depends on the situation. It's useless to show off your power to those poor people..."

Jiang Lian released his heavy steps and coughed twice.

Meng Qianzi's voice immediately lowered. After a while, she stopped the phone and turned her head.

When I saw it was him, I was a little surprised: "Didn't you let you go? Don't you go to find your friends?"

As long as the mountain ghost stops, Kuang Meiying and the others will not have anything to do. Jiang Lian raised his hand and signaled the dense forest in the distance: "It's all tigers, leopards, etc. I dare not leave at night, I'm afraid."

He sat down on the spot and covered his chest with his hand to emphasize his "fear".

Meng Qianzi replied to him: "What's there to be afraid of? You can run, run hard."

It seems that she is very dissatisfied with her first attempt at "hard running". Jiang Lian coughed twice: "If you have something to say, you can't kill me with just one stroke. This time it's an extreme situation. I have lived for more than 20 years, and it's the first time I encountered this kind of thing..."

He couldn't find a suitable word to describe the group of villagers: "Next time, if you change the place and the city, you shouldn't be disappointed."

After all, most people in the city are sub-healthy, and not many people have good physical strength and endurance. Moreover, Meng Qianzi cannot "moving mountain beasts" in the city, and a group of pet cats and dogs fighting against Wushao came to support him. The scene... is a bit touching.

Meng Qianzi was disappointed, but she had to admit that the extreme situation was true, and she would not encounter it again in her lifetime.

Without saying a word, Jiang Lian's eyes fell on Meng Qianzi's feet. Her shoes had been retrieved by Qiu Dong, but they were not worn. They were still bare-legged. The feet were very beautiful, slender, fair and delicate, and even the toenails were clean and pink. You could tell at a glance that they had been carefully maintained.

The golden bell was wrapped around the ankle of the right foot. Because the ankle was thin, the golden bell was beautiful when hung on it, and it had a little slutty and tenderness. It can be imagined that if the ankle was too thick, then wearing the chain would be a complete tragic battle: either the chain would strangle the ankle to death, or the ankle would hold the dead chain.

Jiang Lian looked away, suddenly thought of something, and signaled the direction of the escape of the villagers: "Aren't those people all eaten by..., right?"

Meng Qianzi looked in a direction: "If the mountain beast was not hungry or threatened, it would not attack people easily. This is the 'Mountain Beast', also known as the 'Mountain Beast Aisle'. With the momentum they came out of their nests, they would destroy the group of people and scare them away."

After a pause, he added: "Of course, they have swords and axes. If they insist on provoking mountain beasts, the mountain beasts will not be polite to them."

Jiang Lian looked at the place where she bandaged her body: "I heard that you are using your body as a talisman. If there is a golden bell, you won't be injured?"

Meng Qianzi frowned and guessed that it was Qiu Dong who spoke too much.

The story of the mountain ghost was not told to outsiders, but Jiang Lian told her so many secrets of her life experience and saw the mountain beast corridor with his own eyes. Meng Qianzi felt that it would be okay to reveal it to him.

She fiddled with the hanging piece on the golden bell and asked him: "Have you heard of Cangjie creating characters?"

***

Jiang Lian nodded.

Cangjie created characters, which is one of the ancient Chinese myths of creation. It is the same series as "Nuwa repairing the sky" and "Houyi shoots the sun". It is said that this person has "dragon face and four eyes", that is, double pupils. Inspired by the texture of the turtle back, bird traces and beast marks, and the shape of mountains and rivers, he created hieroglyphs, ending the history of knotted rope recording.

Jiang Lian still remembers taking history class in elementary school. When the teacher talked about this section, he praised Cang Jie's contribution: "Students, think about it, it's so inconvenient to remember knots. Buy a pig and tie a rope bump, and tie two rope bumps in a fight. Lao Wang next door owes you money, and tie three rope bumps. A year has passed, and the rope is full of bumps. Who still remembers which bump represents what it means?"

So he burst into laughter.

Jiang Lian felt that even though Cang Jie was smart, the people before Cang Jie would not be so stupid, right? But everyone laughed, and he laughed: When he was sent to elementary school by Kuang Tongsheng, he was already over-age and didn't want to act differently from others.

Meng Qianzi said: "About Cangjie's creation of characters, there is a song called 'Cangjie's creation of characters is a bunch of millet, which was passed down to Confucius' nine dou 6, and there are four liters, which are left to Taoist priests to draw talismans'. The meaning of this song is that Cangjie created many characters, with a load of millet as much as a load of millet. The great sage Confucius learned only nine dou 6, and the remaining four liters are talismans. Ordinary people cannot understand them at all. Only special people can recognize them after studying."

Jiang Lian nodded: "I heard that there is an idiom related to this, called 'Talented Ba Dou'. Even if people in later generations only know the word Ba Dou, they can already be called talented men. In short, the more they recognize, the fewer they will recognize."

Meng Qianzi nodded: "The same is true for talismans. Some ancient talismans are too complicated and they will be cut off after being passed on. You can't recognize them for people today."

Jiang Lian remembered the strange marks engraved on the golden bell pendant of the undulating beast: "Your too..."

Meng Qianzi did not answer directly, but only raised her fingers to stand on her lips: "What does this mean?"

Jiang Lian laughed: "Let me shut up and stop talking."

Meng Qianzi stretched out his arms again and blocked his palms: "Where is this?"

All three-year-old children understand, but Jiang Lian knew that she must have deep meaning, so he answered seriously: "Let me not get close, stay away."

Meng Qianzi withdrew his hand and continued the topic just now: "Stop on the red light, go on the green light; waves to let you come over, and your fingers are on the lips and whisper; during the meeting, the host asked everyone to "stand up" and "applaud", and everyone stood up and clapped their hands; two directions on the highway fork, one goes to Beijing and the other goes to Shanghai, so the Beijing car goes north from here, and the Shanghai car goes south here - to put it bluntly, the talisman is not complicated at all. The talisman is an image symbol, a talisman that everyone can understand. The example I just gave can also be called a talisman, a talisman that everyone can understand in human society."

Jiang Lian seemed to have some clues, and his throat was a little dry.

Meng Qianzi sighed softly: "There is a kind of perception that the four-liter talisman left by Cangjie is not for people to see. In this world, there are birds, beasts, rivers, mountains and rivers, and even unexplainable forces, but there are walls between each other. To break through this barrier, you need to use some tool to "pass the level". For a simple example, you have lived in the Laoga family and should be familiar with Wunuo masks: In the folk customs of Xiangxi, Wunuo masters are also called Badai. They wear Wunuo masks and use Badai hand techniques to communicate with gods and ghosts. Masks and hand techniques can be regarded as tools to break the barriers between humans and ghosts."

Jiang Lian understood: "Tactics are also tools to break through such barriers?"

Meng Qianzi nodded: "It is difficult for ordinary people to understand how this kind of talisman is transmitted and how it is received. Let's put it this way, you can understand it as a kind of 'wave' that you can't see or touch, but it does indeed take effect. In the butterfly effect, the vibration of the butterfly wings can cause storms thousands of miles away? The world is a huge power system, a gesture and a talisman can be spread out with the help of a series of chain reactions and directed to the receiver."

Speaking of this, she suddenly said, "I have said so much, do you think I am very educated?"

Jiang Lian was not wary of her asking this question, and she was amused and cried for a while and didn't know how to answer.

Meng Qianzi giggled: "Of course it was not what I thought of. It was my grandmother Duan. She was a female student who went abroad during the Republic of China. In the 1920s and 1930s, when most people were still talking about ghosts and gods, she always said that she was scientific and explained these things one by one."

Speaking of this, I felt a little sad: Grandma Duan Wenxi died on the way to Kunlun Mountain to find dragon bones.

She looked down at the golden bell on her ankle: "We are mountain ghosts, dealing with birds and beasts, mountains, rivers and forests. There are nine bell pieces of this hidden beast. Each bell piece is engraved with a complex rune, a total of nine, which are unique to mountain ghosts. One of them is the "Moving Mountain Beast" - I sometimes think that maybe the mountain ghosts are divided into these nine in the four-liter talisman."

Jiang Lian murmured: "No wonder you are so nervous. It's bad if you fall into the hands of people with ulterior motives."

Meng Qianzi glanced at him: "You are wrong now."

"Whether it is Bai Shuixiao or you, you have taken this golden bell, it is useless at all. To put it bluntly, this golden bell is a tool and requires a password to be enabled, but you don't have a password, and I..."

She pointed at herself and smiled sweetly: "It's both a tool and a password."

In this world, only those who sit on the mountain ghost throne can use this golden bell of the beast. No one else can, no seven aunts, and no grandmother Duan.

Of course, it is a big deal to lose Jinling, because this Jinling is not hers, and she has to continue to pass it down - but for her personally, it is not a fatal blow, and she will not be helpless if she loses Jinling.

Because she is born as a talisman, a talisman of human talisman.

She has been familiar with nine kinds of talisman dance since she was a child, and she has twelve horizontal, vertical, and reverse arc blood pens on her body, and sets up talisman dance in the dark mountains and forests. She is a living, dancing rune.

Bloody human talisman.

***

The mystery that I had been unable to figure out before was finally resolved. Jiang Lian smiled: "No wonder, no wonder, no matter how dangerous the situation is, you have never been very nervous. It turns out that you have a big move."

It's much more than his "hard run" ultimate move, and it feels like a bald-tailed cock standing next to the phoenix.

Meng Qianzi shook his head: "The mountain ghost has precepts. Unless it is particularly dangerous, it cannot be used casually. Borrowing this unpredictable power is a pious invitation, not a call, and it is waving away at all... People must have a sense of awe."

Besides, Jin Ling was not here, and she didn't want to stab herself until she had no choice, especially the "Mountain Beast". All the beasts responded to the call and left the nest fiercely, which would hurt her vitality.

No matter how many there are, it is hard to say. After all, Jiang Lian is not a mountain ghost. Meng Qianzi changed the topic: "Then are you leaving again at dawn?"

Jiang Lian answered the question ill: "Is there anything I can help?"

Strangely, the person who was so anxious to go back before is now silly. Meng Qianzi glanced at him and thought to himself: "Are you worried about Mirage Bead?"

There was a little more proud look in her eyebrows: "Don't worry, I still understand the fact that keeping my word. After you meet with Kuang Meiying and the others, you can go to Yunmeng Peak and wait... You have to wait until the matter on my side is over, and then go back to talk about it."

Jiang Lian said: "Not..."

He raised his hand and pointed to the mountain doors not far away: "I heard that Meng Jinsong couldn't come to pick you up. There were a lot of people who had fallen into it. Bai Shuixiao and the others were dispersed, but it's hard to say whether they would come again, you know this woman."

This is true, even if only nails are left, this woman Bai Shuixiao can scratch her again.
To be continued...