"Ning Caichen …" Mengqi looked at him with great interest.
After so many Samsara tasks, this was the first time that he encountered a familiar "plot" and met the "protagonist" that he knew. In addition, the task was not too stressful, so he could not help but feel relaxed and enjoy the show.
Ning Caichen was a typical handsome scholar. He was a little thin and weak. Panic and fear could be seen on his face. He murmured to himself, "I don't talk about the supernatural."
He seemed to be frightened by the gloomy forest at sunset, the cawing of crows and the bone-chilling wind.
Indeed, it was more dangerous to travel at night … Yan Chixia was not a stubborn person. After pondering for a moment, he said, "Young Master Ning, you must stay in this hall after nightfall. You must not wander around other parts of the Lanruo Temple, let alone sleep in the meditation room."
He glanced at the crowd and saw Mengqi leaning against a pillar, relaxed, with his eyes half closed and his right hand gently patting his knee. The Envoy of the Left, Sun Junlin, Nangong Chong and Du Qinqing sensed the surroundings alertly. They were all people with strong Qi and blood and must be powerful. So he added, "As long as you are not the only one in the hall, you don't need to be afraid of any evil spirits. If you are the only one left, you must follow me."
Although Ning Caichen was a scholar, he still understood Chixia's kindness. Compared to him, the others seemed to be indifferent. So he nodded and said, "I understand. May I know your name?"
"My surname is Yan, and my name is Chixia. I am from the north." Chixia answered briefly.
After the greetings, Ning Caichen put down the bookcase and collected some dried branches and leaves. He then found a match and wanted to light a fire to keep warm.
Maybe he ran too fast in the last part of the journey and was a little tired now. He could not light the match and was so tired that he gasped for breath.
Seeing this, Chixia flicked his finger and a spark fell. The pile of branches and leaves was immediately ignited and the hall was lit up.
"Brother Yan, are you a legendary swordsman?" Ning Caichen opened his eyes wide and was full of curiosity.
Yan Chixia nodded slightly. It seemed that he was not a talkative person.
"Brother Yan, can a swordsman really fly in the sky, go underground, exorcise demons, burn mountains and cross seas? Is the sword on your back the one that transcends the mortal world? Are you here to exorcise the ghost … "Nin Caichen blurted out a series of questions, as if these questions had been haunting him for a long time.
Mengqi was calm, but he was surprised to hear that Ning Caichen in this world was still a curious and talkative person …
Yan Chixia answered Ning Caichen's questions from time to time and declined his invitation to eat the baked steamed buns. Time passed quickly. The sun had completely sunk to the west. The bright moon and the stars were covered by thick layers of clouds. The land was so dark that one could not even see his own fingers. Only the flickering red light of the bonfire in the hall could be seen.
Whoosh ~ A gust of wind blew through the dilapidated main hall. It was different from the usual cold. There was a kind of eeriness that made one's hair stand on end.
Maybe it was because of the wind blowing in through the gap, Ning Caichen couldn't help but shiver. He felt his scalp was numb.
He gritted his teeth and got close to the bonfire to get rid of the chill. Suddenly, a suspicious blush appeared on his pale face. He looked around and gritted his teeth. He chose to endure it.
Whoosh ~ The chilly wind was getting stronger and stronger, as if the evil ghost was right beside him.
Ning Caichen suddenly stood up and said, "Brother Yan, I, I want to go out to relieve myself."
He had endured it for a long time!
There were many people in the hall, and it would be unacceptable for a thin-skinned person like him to relieve himself here. If he went out, it would be late at night and the chilly wind was blowing everywhere. Maybe there were really evil ghosts, so he asked the legendary swordsman Yan Chixia first.
Yan Chixia was in the Exterior Realm. How could he not feel the physical condition of Ning Caichen? He had already thought about it. He pointed to the big hole on the side wall and said, "You go out from here and relieve yourself next to the main hall. If there is any danger, I will know."
Ning Caichen didn't say much and walked to the hole in a hurry. Although he was in a hurry, he couldn't run. His legs were clamped tightly and he walked quickly. Whoosh ~ The chilly wind blew.
Sun Junlin, the Envoy of the Left of the Sect of the Ether, tilted his head and looked at his master whose eyes were still half closed. He saw that his master's green robe reflected the light of the fire and his breath was deep. He seemed to be in a deep sleep.
Therefore, the Envoy of the Left secretly transmitted his voice, "Master, why don't you take down the evil ghost here directly?"
His master had practiced the Divine Conjuration of the Ether to the unprecedented realm of Rising Yellow Sky. He was not any weaker than the Witch of the Black Mountain, Taoist Master Female Monarch and others. No matter how strong the evil ghost in the Lanruo Temple was, it couldn't hide from his senses. If he wanted to, he could definitely capture it!
Mengqi was still leaning against the pillar. He restrained his momentum and closed his eyes. He ignored the whole hall and the Lanruo Temple and said calmly,
"Don't worry."
For him, it was more important to observe Nangong Chong's performance!
Besides, this was the first time that he had experienced a relatively familiar plot. Although there would definitely be changes and differences, he still knew the general situation. How could he not enjoy the story of A Chinese Ghost Story? Why not witness the love between Ning Caichen and Nie Xiaoqian?
The feeling was vague, but the whole Lanruo Temple and the surrounding woods were all reflected in Mengqi's mind. This state and the foresight of the story gave him a subtle pleasure of using God's perspective.
Mengqi was watching with great interest. Ning Caichen climbed out of the big hole, walked a little more and found a stone pillar in the corridor. He untied his belt.
Phew … Ning Caichen felt comfortable. When he was tying the belt, he suddenly heard the sound of sobbing. The sobbing sound was low and extremely sad.
Swish! Ning Caichen had goosebumps all over his back. If he didn't solve the problem in time, he would have peed his pants.
Ghost! Female ghost!
He hurried back, but the hall was gone!
It was surrounded by winding corridors!
In the hall, Yan Chixia suddenly stood up. Just a moment ago, a gust of chilly wind blew by and he lost the connection with Ning Caichen.
What a strong evil ghost!
He felt guilty and pulled out the broadsword on his back. It looked like it was made of brass, but it was terribly heavy and hard. Its surface was covered with a layer of Sword Qi.
Yan Chixia took a step forward and appeared outside the big hole. He spread his sword will to disperse the chilly wind and search for clues.
He subconsciously turned his head and glanced at the mysterious green-robed man who was neither old nor young. He saw that the man's eyes were still closed and he had an unfathomable look on his face. He was not the least bit shocked by what had just happened.
Nangong Chong hesitated for a moment and pulled Du Qinqing up. He whispered to Mengqi, "Senior, I am a righteous man. I can't just stand by and do nothing."
Yan Chixia was a great hero of the present age, admired by everyone. If he had a negative impression of him, the reputation that he had painstakingly accumulated would be greatly reduced.
Mengqi was happy to see him do something. He nodded slightly and said, "Go ahead. I will stay here."
Nangong Chong and Du Qinqing went out of the big hole without delay. He said to Yan Chixia, "Master Yan, we are here to help you."
"The evil spirits are powerful. You have to be careful." Yan Chixia reminded with a hint of admiration.
The hall was gone and there were winding corridors. Ning Caichen was scared and kept murmuring to himself, "Reading the books of sages, there will be Noble Spirit and ghosts will not be able to get close to it …"
It seemed that self-hypnosis worked. He calmed down a little and turned his fear and fear into motivation to run.
As he ran, the sound of crying became clearer. Ning Caichen gasped and turned his head to change his direction.
However, no matter how he changed, the sound of crying became clearer and clearer.
In the end, Ning Caichen stopped and took out a book from his arms. The title of the book was written on the cover:
"Mencius!"
"Noble Spirit … the greatest and strongest …" Ning Caichen took the book and walked forward carefully.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him. She was wearing a white veil and her smooth skin could be vaguely seen. She was squatting in the corner and sobbing.
"Evil ghost …" Ning Caichen blurted out.
The figure turned her head and revealed a face that would make people lose their mind even in the gloomy environment. Her eyebrows were slightly thick and dark, but it did not hide her beauty at all. Her eyes were crystal clear like that of an innocent deer, giving people a feeling of coldness and coldness. Her faintly discernible skin and seductive charm did not make her look slutty but pure.
"Go away, Childe. Grandma wants me to hurt you." The girl said with tears in her eyes.
Hearing this, Ning Caichen was not so scared anymore, "How should I address you? I am Ning Caichen. I know a swordsman who likes to help people. If you are threatened by that grandma, he should be able to help you. "
The girl shook her head, "It's useless. Grandma is very powerful. She killed several swordsman who came here before."
"My name is Nie Xiaoqian. I am a wandering ghost under grandma's command."
"That is Yan Chixia, Master Yan, one of the most powerful swordsmen in the world." Ning Caichen repaid the sincerity of others.
The girl's eyes lit up, "Yan Chixia, Swordsman Yan? If it is really him, I hope you can ask him to smash my urn under a poplar tree with a crow's nest in the forest. Otherwise, he will never be able to get rid of grandma's control. "
"A poplar tree with a crow's nest …" Ning Caichen repeated.
At this time, Yan Chixia, Nangong Chong and Du Qinqing were searching on both sides.
Nangong Chong held his long sword and cautiously opened the door of a meditation room.
With a creak, the door opened, revealing a large bucket of hot water with white steam rising from it. A completely naked woman was sitting inside, hurriedly covering her chest with her hands. Her skin was snow-white, revealing the beauty of spring.
Nangong Chong was stunned. Suddenly, a black shadow fell down from the top of his head. It broke his protective treasure and pierced through his head.
"Ah!" Du Qingqing screamed as she witnessed this scene.
In the main hall, Meng Qi opened his eyes abruptly and concentrated.
The fire disappeared immediately. His senses were confined to his body again. In a moment, everything returned to normal. Mengqi saw Nangong Chong, Du Qinqing, Yan Chixia and Ning Caichen who was walking quickly towards the big hole!
Is it really time reversal? Mengqi's eyes were half closed. He pretended to be fine, but his mind was full of thoughts.
Suddenly, Nangong Chong stood up and said loudly, "Childe Ning, it is dangerous outside. Why don't we go inside?"
He spent a lot of effort and finally persuaded Ning Caichen to go to the corner of the hall to relieve himself.
After that, nothing happened except for the chilly wind which was getting colder.
Suddenly, there was a squeaking sound from the gate of Lanruo Temple. Mengqi suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the gate from thousands of feet away.
At the entrance was an old monk dressed in gray robes. He had a kind and benevolent countenance, his eyes tightly shut. At this moment, under the influence of a similar aura, he also suddenly opened his eyes. Within them was an expanse of golden glass, transparent and translucent, as if he could see all types of things.
Heavenly Eye!
Sizzle! There were sparks in the middle of the square. A lightning struck down and illuminated the whole Lanruo Temple. The chilly wind stopped abruptly.
Yan Chixia stood up in surprise.
"Foolish Monk Master?"
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