After Ji Shaoyu removed the mummies in Ning Caichen's house, Ning Caichen still didn't notice it and tidied the house happily. Ji Shaoyu only felt it was a little funny, but he heard the evil wind blowing outside Lanruo Temple, the wind chimes under the eaves of Lanruo Temple sounded, and the shadows of the trees danced. Ji Shaoyu noticed Yan Chixia flying out of the main hall, thought of something, and followed Yan Chixia to a gurgling waterfall. Sure enough, it was a step too late. Xiahou, a Shushan disciple in the late stage of refining qi and becoming a god, was absorbed by his energy and spirit and turned into a mummy.
"Fellow Taoist!" Ji Shaoyu came to Yan Chixia's side, looked at the disheveled and ugly mummy beside the bonfire, and called.
"Don't call me fellow Taoist, call me Yan Chixia." Yan Chixia, an informal person, said casually.
"Junior Brother Xiahou, you were so ambitious in life, but you will just be a stinker after death, so why bother?" Yan Chixia squatted down, picked up the mummy, sighed and said, "After all, we are brothers. , I won’t let your body be exposed in the wilderness.”
Ji Shaoyu knew what would happen next, but did not remind Yan Chixia that Yan Chixia could still solve this little trouble.
The mummy smelled the scent of a living person and immediately came to life. It put its arms around Yan Chixia's neck and opened its mouth to bite it. Yan Chixia put her hand on the neck of the mummy and said angrily, "You are really stubborn and want to fight me even after you die."
With his right hand, he took out a golden needle from the leather pouch on his side and stabbed it into the forehead of the mummy. In a ball of white light, the mummy wailed. Yan Chixia pushed the mummy away with one palm, and took out a paper talisman from her body. The spells in her hands changed, and a cluster of flames ignited. Yan Chixia recited a spell in her mouth, threw the paper talisman on the mummy, and it ignited instantly. A raging fire broke out, and the mummy was burned to ashes in an instant.
This is the "Fire Spirit Talisman" in Shushan's "Tianshi Talisman", but it seems that Yan Chixia also practices some Buddhist spells. No wonder he rebelled against Shushan. This is something that no Taoist or Buddhist sect can tolerate.
"Behind Lanruo Temple, there is a tree demon who has been cultivating for thousands of years. He has reached the peak level of spiritual refining. He keeps a group of beautiful female ghosts under his hands to seduce passing men for him so that he can absorb the essence. . If you want to get rid of him, do it as soon as possible to prevent more innocent people from being killed by him." Yan Chixia turned her back and said to Ji Shaoyu.
"The Thousand-Year Tree Demon is just one of my targets. I can't kill him yet. I need him to lead me to another target." Ji Shaoyu said, "What about you? Why are you hiding in Lanruo Temple and willing to fight with the Thousand-Year Tree? Demons as neighbors? "Ji Shaoyu is not sure about the location of the underworld in another space. The plot can only be used as a reference, but it cannot be fully believed.
"I was originally a priest sent to the Tang Empire from Shushan in Dongsheng Shenzhou. Because I couldn't stand the treacherous ministers in power, I killed many corrupt officials and was hated by the villain. Nine years ago in the barbaric wilderness, because of After an unexpected encounter, he was a master of both Taoism and Buddhism. He had no choice but to leave his master and hide in Tibet. He was used to seeing the world and decided to live in seclusion here. "Yan Chixia looked up and said with emotion, "In the world. It’s too complicated to distinguish right from wrong. Here, with monsters and ghosts, it’s black and white, clear... "
"But you, at such a young age, are already the elders of the Shengji Sect. Your cultivation is better than that of countless people, and you also have the blood of the ancient gods. You are really enviable to others!" Yan Chixia couldn't help but feel a little envious when she said this. But in his words, Ji Shaoyu was reminded to be careful about being coveted by villains.
"Indeed, ordinary people think that monsters and ghosts are scary. In fact, the most terrifying thing is the human heart. Sometimes, the methods used by people to harm others are many times more cruel than monsters and monsters..." Ji Shaoyu said in agreement.
"Has that scholar left?" Yan Chixia asked, thinking of Ning Caichen.
"The scholar is a disciple of Confucianism. He doesn't believe there are monsters and monsters in the world, so he will definitely not leave so easily."
"That scholar was a kind-hearted person. It would be a pity if he died here." Yan Chixia was a jealous person in her early years. Although she no longer intends to care about worldly affairs, she still wants him to watch Ning Caichen die. Under the hands of those female ghosts and thousand-year-old tree demons, I still couldn't bear it.
"Then please Yan Chixia, please take care of him. If you can scare him away, that's fine. My roommate and I will investigate around here." This is just an excuse for Ji Shaoyu to dump Ning Caichen's burden. Yan Chixia.
"Okay, I'll scare him early tomorrow morning. It's better than him dying in the hands of those female ghosts and thousand-year-old tree demons." Yan Chixia nodded and responded.
At this time, a faint sound of the piano came, the tune was like the gurgling water, or the cuckoo's call, and the lingering sound lingered like clouds and mist.
"Those female ghosts are out again..." Yan Chixia said helplessly. Suddenly, she thought of Ning Caichen in Lanruo Temple, "No, that scholar."
Saying that, without waiting for Ji Shaoyu's reaction, he immediately ran back to Lanruo Temple. In fact, Yan Chixia is also a person with a warm heart, otherwise she would not have been merciful to Junior Brother Xiahou who had been chasing him for seven years, and she would be so concerned about the life and death of a scholar whom she met for the first time.
Ji Yuxuan has the Qingshuang Sword in her hand and the Flying Thunder God Kunai he gave her. Although she has not practiced the second stage of Flying Thunder God, Ji Shaoyu can still do whatever she wants in this forest.
Ji Shaoyu walked following the sound of the piano. To the north of Lanruo Temple, there was a ten-mile flat lake with a gentle breeze, sparkling water, and pavilions and pavilions. Passing a pair of stone lions and walking along the bridge corridor by the lake, there is an octagonal pavilion covered by light gauze, like blue waves and haze. The moonlight is pouring down, the waves are shining, and the reflection shines on the octagonal pavilion. The three seal characters "living in the water" are clearly visible.
Lifting the gauze, I saw a woman in a gardenia white dress with long sleeves and silk, playing the piano and singing softly, with a delicate face, elegant and refined, like a piece of clear and graceful Song poetry. The clouds are piled in a green bun, the green hair is moving in the wind, the two eyebrows are curved like a frown but not a frown, a pair of eyes that seem to be sad, the cheeks are set with new lychees, the nose is greasy, and the lips are blooming with cherry blossoms. One of the strings was broken, and the woman raised her head. When she saw Ji Shaoyu, she lightly covered it with her orchid fingers as if shy, and looked sideways.
The beauty of a woman is as ethereal as a dream, like the moon in the water, the beauty of the flowers in the mirror. The beauty is like the beauty of lotus and durians in summer, and the flowing fire; Although not as good as Mo Lanlin and Ji Yuxuan, she is still dignified, elegant, and charming. She is a rare and stunning beauty.
"Sir, why are you looking at me like this?" Nie Xiaoqian said in a soft voice, a mixture of anger and joy.
The poignant story of his previous life was still fresh in his mind. Ji Shaoyu seemed not to know that she was a female ghost, and asked aloud, "Listening to the girl's piano sound, she seems a little sad. I don't know what it is that makes the girl wake up three times." In the middle of the night, alone here, playing the piano and feeling sad? "
Perhaps it was Ji Shaoyu's words that touched Nie Xiaoqian's heart. Gu Ying felt sorry for himself, Nie Xiaoqian lowered her head and responded, "I didn't expect that the young master is also a close friend."