I have a role in the heavens

There is a small temple not far from the foot of the mountain. This temple called Qiuyue Temple is a dilapidated Buddhist temple. There is an ordinary old monk guarding the temple. The temple becomes more dilapidated year by year. Because the Daqian Dynasty did not pay much attention to Buddhist temples in favor of building Taoist temples, the incense was not prosperous, and there were no good men and women to help repair the temples and rebuild the golden body.

In the past, Qiuyue Temple had not seen anyone for half a month. Today, two groups of pilgrims came unexpectedly. One group consisted of two people. They looked like they came from a wealthy family. The current young man was wearing a jade crown and silk and satin clothes. Hanging on his waist is a warm jade dragon-carved jade pendant, which is absolutely stunning. Behind him is a burly and strong guard with a sword slung around his waist. His eyes are watching the movements around him vigilantly, and his steps never leave the side of the noble prince. Protect his safety at all times.

Another group of people who visited were acquaintances of the old monk. They were Hong Yi, a concubine of the Wuwen Marquis Mansion in Yujing City. He had not been taken seriously since he was a child, so he came here to rest because his late mother was buried at the foot of the West Mountain. Therefore, I often stayed overnight at Qiuyue Temple, and from time to time I would go to this pure place to study and learn. I would also donate some merit money each time. Although it was not much, it was enough for the old monk's daily expenses.

The north wind howled, making the walls on all sides rattle.

In the courtyard of the side hall of the temple, the ground was covered with basil and withered grass was blown up by the wind, making it a desolate place.

From the mountains in the distance, there were several shrill howls, like wolves and foxes, mixed in the night wind, and like night owls.

Deep mountains, ancient temples, north wind, wolves and foxes laughing, all these are terrifying scenes.

Zhuang Tong tidied up the side hall and then asked Yang Qian to sit down. He looked at Yang Qian with some confusion and asked curiously.

"If the prince wants to burn incense, why go to this small, failed temple? The Taoist temple built by Fang Xian Taoist in Yujing City is much better than this!"

Yang Qian sat on the somewhat damaged bench, not minding the simple environment and difficult conditions at all, and said with deep meaning.

"The mountains are not high, if there are immortals, they are famous. If the water is not deep, if there are dragons, they are spiritual."

Zhuang Tong shook his head and didn't care at all what Yang Qian said. He couldn't see any immortals or dragons here. Anyway, he just wanted to follow Prince Jade and didn't care about anything else.

Yang Qian knew that Zhuang Tong would never believe that the poor scholar studying next door would be the future saint Yi Zi, let alone that Yi Zi was the first person to transcend the realm of Yang Shen and Shattering Vacuum. , although I have not reached the other shore, I can still see the existence of the other shore.

Because he was going to attend the Autumn Festival, Hong Yi came to Xishan to worship his mother's soul and burn some paper money for incense. Because it was getting late, he came to Qiuyue Temple to stay. After giving some incense money, he stayed in the former side hall. Come down.

Hong Yi listened to the shrill screams coming from the mountains in the distance without any fear in his heart. He was a scholar and did not believe in ghosts and gods. His heart was upright, his thoughts were pure, and he was fearless. Moreover, he had never done anything wrong in his life. , so I’m not worried about ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night.

It was very cold at night in the mountains, so Hong Yi didn't wear thick clothes. The cold clothes tightened his clothes. His heart was full of longing and anxiety about the future, and he couldn't fall asleep. He had to open the door and walked out of the wing. He saw In the distance, in the valley about a few miles away, there were several fist-sized green fires floating up and down, which was very strange.

Facing the floating will-o'-the-wisps, Hong Yi smiled and muttered to himself.

"This kind of will-o'-the-wisp is emitted from human bones. It is often seen in mass graves. It is not considered supernatural."

Hong Yi was quite courageous. Although he didn't have the slightest bit of cultivation, he was fearless. When he heard the shrill cry of the night owl, he suddenly became a little more poetic. Read aloud.

"The century-old owl has become a wooden charm, and its laughter rises from the green fire nest."

Yang Qian heard Hong Yi reciting this poem in the room next to him, and he knew its source, which was "Xianghe Songs·Shenxianqu".

The first line of this poem is "The sun sets in the west mountains and the east mountains are dim, and the whirlwind blows and the horses ride on the clouds." It corresponds to the current scene of the west mountains.

"Young man, you are not old, but you are an elegant person. Your laughter rises from the green fire nest..."

Suddenly, a crisp and sweet voice came from the courtyard, making Hong Yi break into a cold sweat and quickly turned back to look at the location of his room.

A slim and graceful girl wearing a pink lady's dress was standing in front of his door. She was around eighteen or nineteen years old. She was extremely gorgeous and looked breathtakingly beautiful.

Hong Yi had not noticed any movement before, but now that he saw this girl, not only did he not feel the fragrant feeling of red sleeves, but he was so frightened that he took a few steps back, looked at the girl intently, and asked bravely.

"Are you a ghost or a demon?"

The woman who suddenly appeared looked at Hong Yi with a smile, her beautiful eyes were full of hope, and she asked softly.

"Why do you think I'm either a ghost or a demon?"

Hong Yi squeezed his palms to calm down, his feet felt a little weak, and he speculated.

"It's very simple. There is no one in a radius of twenty miles. How could you, a single woman, show up at an ancient temple late at night? It's also cold in the mountains at night and your clothes are thin. Normal people can't stand it."

The girl's face changed, it was extremely horrifying, her tone was cold, her face was ashen, as if she was about to pounce at any moment and eat someone, she said sternly.

"You guessed it right, little scholar, I am the evil ghost!"

Hong Yi was horrified, but then he remembered what he had read in the "Thatched Cottage Notes": as long as a scholar has an upright heart and is unafraid, even evil spirits will find it difficult to get close to him, so he opened his eyes and stared hard. Looking at the girl, she was still mumbling something.

"I feel that I have done nothing wrong in this life. I came to the ancient temple to study to guard my mother's grave. Why did you come to me? If you are a romantic female ghost and want to have a night with a scholar, then I tell you, you have found the wrong person. I, Hong Yi, have been studying since I was a child. Although I am far from being upright and smart, I can still maintain my moral integrity. Get out quickly."

When Zhuang Tong heard the commotion in the courtyard, he couldn't hold it back, burst out laughing, and said to Yang Qian.

"Sir, these two are really funny. One is pretending to be a ghost, and the other is a stupid young man who is stupid in reading!"

Yang Gan shook his head, looked at Zhuang Tong who spoke out, stood up, and said to the burly Zhuang Tong.

"I was watching a show, but you interrupted the show by making a sound!"

"It's really disappointing. In that case, let's go out and meet these two people!"

Hong Yi listened to the sound in the next room, his eyes lit up, and his fear suddenly dissipated. He looked at the two people who were pushing the door open. A burly figure came out first, followed closely by a charming nobleman. Young Master, he is extremely noble and attracts attention.