The backyard behind the main hall was very large. In addition to the two rows of attics where the monks used to live, there were several side halls that used to worship various Bodhisattvas and Buddhas. There was even a lake on the other side of the temple. The monks had even built an elegant pavilion on the lake.
Unfortunately, no matter how well the temple cultivated and how many Bodhisattvas and Buddhas it worshipped, it still ended up as a place where demons and ghosts gathered. It was a great irony.
Ye Xuan and Ning Caichen chose in the backyard. They avoided the Sutra Depository that Yan Chixia had chosen and finally chose a small building that seemed to be in good condition.
"I didn't expect this place to be so good. Brother Ye, which of these two rooms do you want?" The two of them went to the second floor of the small building and found that other than some spider webs and dust, the room was not as messy as they had imagined. Ning Caichen stood outside the two rooms and faced Ye Xuan.
Ye Xuan raised his eyes and casually glanced at the attic board of the room closest to him. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly as he pointed at it and said, "I'll choose this one!"
"Then I'll choose this one. Clean it up first. It's getting dark, and I'll rest well at night!" Ning Caichen did not know that he had avoided a disaster. He walked in with a smile, rolled up his sleeves, and started cleaning.
Looking at Ning Caichen who was cleaning diligently, Ye Xuan smiled and walked into his room, then closed the door behind him.
After closing the door, a strange look flashed in Ye Xuan's eyes. He looked up at the attic board in the room, stepped lightly with his right leg, and floated to the top of the attic board as light as a feather. Although the sun was about to set and the room was dark, with Ye Xuan's eyesight, he could see that there were seven or eight dried corpses lying on the attic board.
These corpses were the people who had died after being sucked dry by the 1,000-year tree spirit when they came to Lanruo Temple. Of course, these were only a small portion of the corpses. The 1,000-year tree spirit wanted to make Lanruo Temple look normal. That was why he moved the dried corpses to these places and hid them. Otherwise, if these dried corpses were placed randomly, as long as someone came here, they would immediately know that there was something wrong with this temple. Why would they still foolishly stay here and let it absorb their essence?
Although the essence of these dried corpses had been sucked dry by the tree spirits, there was still a breath of resentment in their mouths, so the corpses did not rot and turned into a different kind of monster. As long as they smelled the scent of humans, they would wake up and harm people.
He glanced at the corpses that had caught his scent and were beginning to stir. A cold light flashed in Ye Xuan's eyes. He waved his right hand and eight Exorcism Talismans appeared in his hand. He activated his magic power and each Exorcism Talisman flashed with a golden light.
"Order!"
With a low shout, the eight Exorcism Talismans turned into eight rays of light and flew towards the mummies.
Pa pa pa pa pa pa!!! — —
A series of crackling sounds came from the bodies of these dried corpses. It was as if the spring snow had encountered the blazing sun. The dried corpses let out a few low cries. One by one, they turned into a pool of pus and disappeared without a trace.
Looking at the pus that kept dripping down, Ye Xuan frowned and moved his mind. Suddenly, a small tornado appeared in the room. Wherever it passed, the dust in the room was swept up. In just a few breaths, the whole room had become brand new. It was as if it had been thoroughly cleaned, not even a speck of dust could be seen.
He moved his mind and opened the window. Then, the ball of dust that was the size of a soccer ball flew out. Ye Xuan clapped his hands and tidied up his room.
Dong dong dong!!!
"Brother Ye, are you inside?" At this moment, Ning Caichen's voice came from the door.
"Yes, wait a moment!" Hearing Ning Caichen's voice, Ye Xuan went to open the door. "What's wrong, Brother Ning?"
"Brother Ye, this room has been unoccupied for a long time. It's too dusty. I want to find some water …" At this moment, Ning Caichen suddenly stopped talking. He looked at Ye Xuan's clean and tidy room in disbelief. He rubbed his eyes and said, "Uh, Brother Ye, your room …"
"Ah, oh, I just cleaned it casually." Ye Xuan saw Ning Caichen's eyes and immediately knew what he was surprised about.
Casually? He just cleaned it casually, and it became so clean in such a short time? Ning Caichen looked back at his room that was still full of dust and cobwebs, as well as the dust all over his body. He looked at Ye Xuan with a bitter face and was speechless. Was this person born to beat him?
His family was better off than his, he was taller than him, he was better educated than him, and he was also a martial arts master. He was even better at cleaning than him. Compared to him, Ning Caichen felt that he had wasted his life.
"Since you've cleaned the room, Brother Ye, I'll go find some water myself!" Ning Caichen felt that his confidence had taken a serious blow. He felt that he needed to be alone for a while, so he walked toward the stairs.
"Yan Chixia, get out here!"
Suddenly, a loud shout came from the temple. Then, a man in iron armor with a big sword in his hand leaped out and appeared in the backyard. It was Xia Houjie, who Ye Xuan and Ning Caichen had met in the pavilion on the way to Guobei County.
Ning Caichen, who was about to go downstairs, saw Xia Houjie. At the thought of how Xia Houjie had killed people fearlessly in the pavilion, he instantly turned pale. He walked back and said to Ye Xuan, "Brother Ye, do you think he is the murderer we ran into in the pavilion?"
Looking at Xia Houjie, who had suddenly shown up, Ye Xuan nodded and said, "Yes, he is indeed the man we met in the pavilion."
"Ah, then what should we do? We're in the middle of nowhere. Is he with that bearded man?" Ning Caichen asked in fear.
"Don't worry, Brother Ning. I don't think they're with each other. They're more like enemies," said Ye Xuan, looking at the side hall that Yan Chixia had occupied.
"Enemies?" Ning Caichen frowned and looked worriedly at Xia Houjie, whose face was full of murderous intent.
"Brother Xia Houjie, I didn't expect you to come all the way here!" The door on the second floor of the side hall suddenly opened, and Yan Chixia walked out with a long sword in his hand.
"Cut the crap. Watch my sword!"
When Xia Houjie saw Yan Chixia, he was like a rooster seeing a hen. Ahem, no, it was a strong desire to fight that arose in his eyes. With a loud shout, he suddenly stamped his right foot on the ground and leaped up. He waved his sword and directly stabbed at Yan Chixia.
"Hmph!" Seeing Xia Houjie draw his sword without saying a word, Yan Chixia snorted coldly. He straightened his sword and fiercely stabbed at Xia Houjie. Clang! Clang!
Clang! Clang! — —
Both of them were rare martial arts masters in the world. As the saying goes, they were evenly matched. As the sword and saber clashed, their figures changed rapidly. In the blink of an eye, they could stab seventeen or eighteen times. Their speed was so fast that ordinary people couldn't even see them clearly with their eyes.
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Thanks to "Wine-Plated Song", "Tara Tangtang", and "Master of Samsara" for their tips!
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