But there is also an advantage, that is, you don't have to be punished by Huanmei to face the wall. Old man Lang smiled, and was about to run out when Qing Huan asked, "Where are you going?"
"Uh, this... Sister Huan, look at someone coming from outside. As the master of one view, I can go out and have a look as a teacher, don't you think so? Let Shouli face the wall for the teacher!" After speaking, she wanted to slip away, but Qing Huan smiled and narrowed her beautiful eyes. "Master, if you have the ability, just move it and show me."
Old man Lang immediately stopped and didn't dare to move any more. He pouted his mouth like a child, and kept thinking, Huanmei is not a good child, Huanmei is not a good apprentice, Huanmei bullies him, this lonely old man must not want to serve him He took care of him and didn't want to recognize him as a master... endlessly.
Qing Huan couldn't take it anymore and went out.
Eldest senior brother outside had already calmed down the noisy people, Qing Huan went over, saw the medicine bowl on the stone table, and said with a serious face, "Eldest senior brother."
The big brother's smile froze immediately, and he quickly looked at Qing Huan, only then remembered that he hadn't taken the medicine for conditioning his body, so he quickly showed a flattering smile to Qing Huan, and picked up the medicine bowl and gurgled. Qing Huan glanced at him, each one of them, not reassuring her. "Folks, what happened, why did you come up the mountain?"
"Miss Qing Huan! Miss Qing Huan, please save us!"
"Don't get excited, old man Chen, sit down and talk slowly."
This old man Chen is quite familiar with the five masters and apprentices of the Taoist temple. Before the temple was built, he came to offer incense quite frequently. Later, when the temple was built, the great monk came, and I haven't seen him much. But Qing Huan still remembered him. Although this old man was a bit superstitious, he was kind-hearted. Even if he didn't come to refill the sesame oil later, he would often entrust the people who went into the mountain to bring some rice and white noodles.
As the saying goes, relying on the mountain to eat the mountain, there are countless delicious delicacies in the mountain, but there is no rice, white noodles, salt and soy sauce at the foot of the mountain, so old man Chen is very familiar with his master and apprentice.
Old Uncle Chen sat on the stone bench next to the stone table under the big tree, and sighed: "If it weren't for the seriousness of the matter, we wouldn't want to come to you. The key... The key is that all the monks in this temple have also suffered. !"
"What's the matter? Can you tell me in detail?" Qing Huan asked softly.
Her voice is sweet and soft, as if it can calm people's emotions in an instant. The panic-stricken Old Uncle Chen finally calmed down slowly. After the senior brother finished drinking the medicine, he poured a cup of tea for Old Chen and put it in front of him. Uncle Chen picked up his teacup with trembling hands: "This matter, we have to start talking about it a month ago..."
A month ago, out of nowhere, strange events suddenly occurred in the town. First, someone heard a woman crying in the middle of the night, then there was a white shadow outside the window, and then the gatekeeper of Yizhuang, who was guarding the corpse, died suddenly for some reason, with his eyes wide open before he died. Then the sons of several families who were in their prime disappeared! They went to report to the officials, but the government sent troops to find them, but they couldn't find them, so the county magistrate simply let them go and deal with it by themselves. Everyone searched and couldn't find it, but after a few days, the body of the missing Erlang appeared in Yizhuang! The townspeople discussed it and thought it might be haunted, so they pooled money to invite monks from the temple to do it.
Who knew that those monks went to Yizhuang mightily. That night, the townspeople were timid and did not dare to follow. As a result, a young monk survived the next day. He was frightened crazy and knew what to shout. Don't come, don't come, you can't listen to other words, no matter who talks to him, you don't care.
Afterwards, accidents happened in several villages near the town, and all the missing people were young men in their seventeenth or eighteenth years of age! This big guy is not a piece of meat, who is willing? Some are the only seedlings in the family! No, there was really no other way, old man Chen remembered that there was still a Taoist temple on the mountain.
He took out a small cloth bag from his bosom, spread it out, and there were some scraps of silver and copper plates in it, and said with some shame: "We used to raise money for monks together, this, this is all the village can scrape together..."
A trace of unbearable flashed in the elder brother's eyes, and he was about to decline politely, but Qing Huan put the little cloth bag away, put it in his arms, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, old man Chen, I will let master, senior brother and the others go down the mountain tomorrow." have a look."
Uncle Chen and the others left with great gratitude. After they left, the senior brother asked, "Sister Huan, why do you want to collect their money? They have already lived a miserable life..."
"Isn't our life miserable?" Qing Huan glanced at him, "If it weren't for me, you would still be living in a pigsty." When she was a child, she couldn't speak or walk, and she could bear it. I can't take it anymore, these men are really sloppy.
They just make do with it, eat and drink as they please, regardless of the taste. I still remember that when Qing Huan was young, he almost vomited when he tasted the food cooked by Master and his seniors. That's all game, and they can make it look like shit and it's not much better to eat.
The elder brother blushed, ashamed.
"It's better for us to charge money to do things than not charge money at all." Qing Huan said. "Didn't you see that old man Chen breathed a sigh of relief? Our Taoist temple is not very popular and effective. He recommended us at a risk. If we don't charge money, maybe they still don't believe us. After catching ghosts, I'll make you a new suit, look, I've been wearing it for ten years." He sewed and mended everywhere, and he turned out to be a handsome man like a fairy, just like the elder of the Nine Pockets of the Beggar Clan. They are Taoist priests, not beggars, and whoever has more patches on his body is not the most powerful.
Looking at the beautiful girl with a coquettish look in front of him, the elder brother's eyes became more gentle.
An hour later, old man Lang, who was allowed to end facing the wall, heaved a sigh of relief with the third senior brother, and they fell back and lay on the hall. When Qing Huan saw them like this, she was speechless, and she didn't say what she planned to teach them—they are all children who haven't grown up, what are they doing.
Hearing that he was going down the mountain to catch ghosts, old man Lang was very excited. He has been on this mountain for more than ten years, and he has never had any exciting things. He simply feels that life is meaningless. Now it's all right, I'm busy, and I can still make money!
At dawn the next day, old man Lang, Qing Huan and the second senior brother went down the mountain together. Not coming back at noon, Qing Huan made cold noodles, and made a few side dishes, and told the senior brother not to forget to remind the third senior brother when it was time for dinner, and then went down the mountain.
Of course, the town is much more lively than the mountain. Although it is haunted, people still go their own way during the day. Qing Huan wandered around the street, old man Lang and the second senior brother went to inquire about the news and check the terrain. She tore some cloth, thought about making new clothes for everyone, and bought some seasonings and snacks. As for rice and flour... They shouldn't be staying on the mountain for long.
If she feels right, there will be a catastrophe in the world.
Even without Mo Ze, Qing Huan is very sensitive to time and space. She can feel everything in the world, but how can she not feel the dangers this world is facing. The plan for now is to go down the mountain quickly and find a way to recuperate the bodies of the brothers. As for the other things, let's wait until the time comes.
After shopping, she stored it in an inn. It seemed that she would not be able to go back tonight, and she wondered if the third senior brother could have a good meal.
"Sister Huan, why don't you stop following me if Master asks your second senior brother to take you home?" Old man Lang asked with a smile on his face, rubbing his hands.
Qing Huan glanced at him: "Master, am I worse than the three senior brothers? Don't you always say that I am your most talented apprentice?"
"Talent can't be eaten, you have no experience." Old man Lang muttered, not daring to say anything in front of the head of the family, but he still warned, "If you are afraid, hide behind your second senior brother, he is rough and fleshy!" Thick ones are not afraid of hitting."
The second senior brother stared: "What are you talking about, old man? Could it be that I can't protect sister Huan?"
"Hmph." Old man Lang saw the timing, and kicked the second senior brother's ass. "Master talks, why do apprentices interrupt!"
The second senior brother was very wronged and asked Qing Huan to comment: "Sister Huan, look at this stinky old man!"
"Shhh—" Qing Huan quickly raised his index finger to signal him to keep silent. She knew that it was three o'clock in the middle of the night, the dew was deep and the dew was heavy, and everything was silent, and they were in a place like Yizhuang where the dead lived. The master and the brothers were just arguing because they were afraid that she would be nervous and scared.
The three of them stood in the courtyard of Yizhuang, the dim yellow lantern kept swinging... Swaying... The whole Yizhuang was extremely quiet. After the gatekeeper who guarded Yizhuang died, no one dared to come here again.
"Master, look, it's so strange. Before we came in, there were moons and stars in the sky, but now there is nothing." Qing Huan pointed to the sky.
Old man Lang looked according to his words, indeed, the night sky was as black as ink, and he couldn't see any light. Now I can't see anything clearly except those few lanterns.
It's a bit like Huangquan Road, Qing Huan thought. There is a section of road before arriving at Naihe Bridge, and that section of road is called Huangquan Road. Huangquan Road was pitch black, you couldn't see your surroundings with your eyes open, you couldn't see your fingers with your hands, and you couldn't see the color of the soil on the ground. Everything was nothingness.
Of course, this Yizhuang cannot be compared with Huangquan Road. Huangquan Road is the road of the soul, and this Yizhuang... is full of stench.
"Master, this is a ghost hitting the wall." The second senior brother said calmly. The lantern has been hanging there since the beginning. No matter how big the cemetery is, they should have walked from the door to the lobby. Now they walked almost half a stick of incense, but the distance from the lantern still remained the same, didn’t it? What is ghost hitting the wall
"Sister Huan, although you and Master have been together for so many years, you haven't seen Master's prestige yet!" But old man Lang really doesn't pay attention to such a small ghost, how can he take action for such a small role? , even Shoudao with crippled legs can easily clean up. "Today, Master will show you the majesty and prestige!"
Old man Lang, who really wanted to show off in front of his young disciples, was about to start acting like a demon.