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With Qin Bing beside him, he raised his head to look at the night sky, and saw an extremely bright moon hanging in the sky, and the originally dark courtyard became extra gentle.

He frowned and said:

"Xiaotian, it's getting late now. I think we should go back to the house and rest. We will gather in the yard before the cock crows tomorrow morning. Don't be late."

Qin Tian crossed his arms, smiled and said:

"Third Sister, this is an old rule in the temple. I have written it down a long time ago. Don't worry."

Qin Bing stretched his waist, yawned and said:

"I hope so, but Xiaotian, don't blame Sanjie for not reminding you in advance. If you are really late tomorrow morning, I won't wait for you. You can do it yourself."

With that said, Qin Bing raised his feet and walked slowly into his room.

Qin Tian also hurriedly helped Ling Yu, who was seriously injured, to his room, put him on the bed, found him a quilt and covered him carefully, and then slowly returned to his room.

After a day of exhaustion, Qin Tian fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow, and slept until dawn.

"Oh oh oh!"

When the Fusang Jade Rooster crowed, Qin Tian hurriedly got up, put on his clothes, didn't dare to delay a moment, and hurried to the yard.

Looking at the tall figure of a woman from a distance.

The corners of Qin Tian's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a smile of unknown meaning, and he couldn't help thinking in his heart.

"It's strange that the ancients said that Mo Daojun walked early, and there are even early walkers."

Qin Tian stepped forward, Qin Bing glanced at him and said:

"You are late today."

Qin Tian smiled and said:

"With a model worker like Sanjie around, how dare I call it early."

Qin Bing said nothing.

"Oh oh oh!"

After the three cock crows, the bald monk walked over, reeking of alcohol, and glanced at Qin Tian and Qin Bing. He didn't say much, but raised his arm, tilted his head and took a full sip. The wine in his tattered jug.

Then he said slowly:

"Today is still the old rule. Each person has [-] tans of firewood and [-] tans of water. At night, I will still come to check."

As he said that, the bald monk walked out waddlingly.

Qin Tian and Qin Bing hurriedly bowed deeply to the bald monk:

"Farewell to Master!"

Qin Tian looked at Qin Bing at the side and said:

"Third Sister, it's just you and me going up the mountain today, I thought, we have almost cut down the forest before, even though the trees on this mountain have the ability to grow on their own, it's just that we cut it down every day for a long time. "

"For that piece of woods, it is too much loss, not to mention that we have added Ling Yu now, and we will have to cut more firewood every day in the future."

"Let's take this opportunity today and walk around the mountain to see if there are other places where we can conveniently chop firewood."

When Qin Bing heard this, he couldn't help but nodded and said:

"Xiaotian, what you said makes sense. Since that's the case, let's go around the mountain today and have a look."

While talking, the two had already arrived at the mountain. They were walking on the mountain when they suddenly saw smoke in the distance. The fog filled the air and blurred the road for a while, making them unable to see anything around them clearly.

Looking at the thick black mist, Qin Tian couldn't help frowning.

A trace of doubt also flashed across Qin Bing's face.

"Okay, why did such a thick black mist suddenly appear?"

The corners of Qin Tian's mouth slightly raised, revealing a meaningful smile.

"Third Sister, the saying goes well, there must be a demon when things go wrong, so don't you know what's hidden in it?"

"We still want to go in and have a look before we talk."

Qin Bing looked at Qin Tian and nodded.

The two continued to walk forward, only to see a faintly visible bright light in the distance. Seeing this sudden light spot, Qin Tian and Qin Bing became more and more puzzled.

Qin Tian and Qin Bing walked forward slowly, and finally saw clearly the source of the bright light. It turned out to be an oil lamp, and the person holding the oil lamp was an old man with gray hair and stooped body.

The light pole of the oil lamp is a pineapple wood with a long dragon carved on it.

It looks extremely fine, and it is not a mundane thing at first glance.

The oil lamp exuded a simple and simple atmosphere, and in the glazed glass cover, a pale yellow flame was faintly shining.

It seems to contain a kind of gloomy atmosphere.

When Qin Tian and Qin Bing saw this ancient lamp, they couldn't help being shocked.

"This is?"

Qin Tian couldn't help but said:

"Psychic lamp!"

"Psychic lamp?"

Hearing this, Qin Bing's eyes were filled with disbelief.

This psychic lamp is a magic lamp that has been handed down for 800 years in Xia Kingdom.

The psychic lamp is also his last work.

Once the psychic lamp is lit, its flame will never be extinguished, and it will be bright forever. The light yellow flame in it can go straight to the nether world, allowing mortals to communicate with the undead, and it also has the function of displaying the past life of the desperate.

This lamp was originally kept in the hands of the Taoist who held the lamp. After the Taoist who held the lamp passed away, the psychic lamp disappeared overnight. Unexpectedly, it will be seen again on the Zijin Mountain.

How could Qin Tian easily let go of such a treasure.

So he went forward and made a deep bow to the old man:

"Old man, can you sell this lamp to us?"

Hearing this, the old man looked Qin Tian and the others up and down, and slowly said:

"Young master, this lamp is not mine. It belongs to my master. If you want it, I'll take you to see him."

Qin Tian bowed and said:

"In this case, I will trouble you, old man."

After saying that, Qin Tian and Qin Bing followed the old man and walked forward slowly. Walking through the woods, the original black mist disappeared in an instant, and it became brighter for a while.

Qin Tian and the others also gradually saw clearly the scene in front of them.

In the middle, a lame monk was sitting on a big rock, holding a fat chicken leg, gnawing on it.

The old man walked up to the monk with the lamp in his hand and said:

"Master, I brought you the lamp you asked for."

The lame monk was gnawing on the chicken leg in his hand, and without raising his eyelids, he took the lamp from the old man and lit it on a small pile of firewood in front of him.

The corner of the mouth said:

"It's just in time. My beggar chicken has just been packed and buried in this woodpile."

"With this lamp, light this woodpile, just enough to cook chicken for me."

Qin Bing was at the side, watching this scene, his brows furrowed instantly, and he couldn't help wondering.

"This monk is too casual."