Qingyue Temple

Because of customer service Xiaojiu, the furious Zhai Ling dragged out all the ghost servants and carried out harsh re-education.

Now almost all the customer service staff keep Qingyue Temple's eight honors and eight disgraces in their hearts, and they are determined to put an end to Xiao Jiu's unrestrained and reckless immodest behavior.

Xiao Jiu, who was regarded as a typical negative, was extremely sad, and he still had a little grievance in his heart. If he hadn't been shaded by Lin Mo at that time, he felt that he could still fight that group of ghosts for a few rounds. It is so easy to be fooled by the wheel of evil spirits.

But it's useless to say too much, the boss of the house spirit only looks at the result, and almost got stuck in the wheel of evil spirits and couldn't get out. If it wasn't for the little master to find it, he didn't know how long it would be stuck in it.

Xiaojiu's work clothes and paper figurine clothes were temporarily confiscated, and she was punished standing under the heart of the tree god in Qingyue Temple with a thin and erratic ghost body, with a "Xinhua Dictionary" on her head.

Without the physical support of the work clothes, Xiao Jiu could only rely on her thoughts to hold her up. If her thoughts couldn't hold her up, and the old thick hardcover "Xinhua Dictionary" fell through her body, she would be punished more, and Xiao Jiu wanted to cry. tears.

Every time the wind blows, Xiao Jiu is almost blown out of shape, and the books are crooked on top of her head, almost falling off.

The old lady Zhai Ling who was training other ghost servants over there, seemed to have eyes all over her body, and immediately appeared on the ground under Xiao Jiu's feet with a big face: 【Stand up!The legs and skin are almost folded to the back of the head, what the hell does it look like, it will embarrass us Qingyue ghost audience! 】

Xiaojiu wants to cry, although it is good for the ghost body to practice reading under the heart of the tree god, but it is like human beings practicing kung fu. We all know that the horse step is a basic skill, and I don't like such a self-torture for hours Bar?His legs are weak, and there is still a stick of incense burning under his buttocks.

Xiao Jiu begged for mercy tremblingly: [Boss, I can't hold it anymore, give me some grace?How about you replace the Xinhua Dictionary with a primary school language book? I am illiterate and need basic education. The "Xinhua Dictionary" is too esoteric for me to understand. 】

The big eyes of the house spirit's copper bell stared at it: [Should I replace it with a children's textbook for you? 】

Xiao Jiu said innocently: [Okay, okay!Boss, you are so kind! 】

Zhai Ling was furious: [You wait. 】

Xiao Jiu was full of expectations, and then waited for a set of ten boxed "One Hundred Thousand Whys".

From astronomy and geography to the animal world, everything is included. It was prepared by Zhai Ling for the illiterate ghost servants at the beginning.

Xiao Jiu: […]

"Boss, Xiao Jiu has passed out!" A group of ghost servants surrounded him.

Zhai Ling: 【Useless guy, he must be pretending to be dizzy!Get out of the way, watch me wake it up! 】

……

Fang Shanshui was in contact with Huafu in the room, and smiled when he heard the lively movement outside.

Fang Shanshui suddenly remembered that there seemed to be ghosts in Qingyue Temple when he was a child, but they were all driven away by the master, as if they felt that it was not conducive to his growth.

Thinking back, when I was young, my master was pretty fierce, ghosts and ghosts in a radius of ten miles would occasionally come to play with him, but they had to avoid his master, but now...

Fang Shanshui looked at the palm-sized figure of Master on the table, who was grinding the inkstone around the inkstone for him.

Fang Shanshui was just practicing the font and the sense of symbols, he didn't make cinnabar or anything, he used ordinary brushes and inks, so the figure master was grinding ink for him with an ink ingot.

The figure is as small as Master, but holds an ink ingot that is about the same size as it.

Fang Shanshui looked at it so hard for his master that he didn't pay attention to drawing the talisman, and turned his eyes to look at it from time to time.

Fang Shanshui bent his upper body, approached Master, stretched out his little finger to touch Master's hand holding the ink ingot, and asked it, "Master, are you tired?"

Master's physical body is very evil, but now it has been well absorbed, Fang Shanshui is a little confused, why Master always likes to be so small, is it so that he can get tired of him at any time?

The figurine master turned his head and looked at his apprentice with crimson eyes, as if you finally knew to ask for a teacher, and then stretched out his small hand to beckon the apprentice.

Fang Shanshui thought that the master was going to whisper something to him, so he approached for no reason, and suddenly, the figurine of the master held his cheek and kissed him a little.

Fang Shanshui was taken aback for a moment, then smiled slightly.

The figure master holds his own ink ingot, waving his little hand, and then points to the paper, as if to say, you are not tired of being a teacher, you can continue to draw symbols. As a good master, you will always remember to urge your apprentices to learn.

Fang Shanshui smiled and said, "Okay."

Seeing that Fang Shanshui has put his heart down on his homework, the figure-figure master felt that if he continued to work hard today, he might not be able to attract more attention from his apprentices. He rolled his eyes slightly, and whistled silently, turning his little stone lion Called out.

Figure Master tied the ink ingot with a rope and fixed it on the inkstone, and tied the other end of the rope to the lion, then it jumped on the lion's back and rode upside down on the little stone lion. The little short leg touched the lion's belly, signaling it to turn around the inkstone and not stop.

The little stone lion turned around with the hand-figured master on its back, and slowly raised its paws step by step, pulling the ink ingot fixed on the inkstone and turning it round and round.

When Fang Shanshui turned his head again, he found that the master had fallen asleep on the back of the little stone lion unknowingly.

Fang Shanshui smiled, picked up a piece of yellow paper next to him and folded it together, and with a breath, the yellow paper was like a fallen leaf, swirling in the air and slowly falling towards the figure master, approaching the figure When I was with Master, the ordinary piece of yellow paper swayed down little by little, and gradually turned into a simple little quilt, covering the figure of Master, which was just the right size.

The figurine master yawned, and the little hand subconsciously pulled the quilt on his body, as if he could feel the breath of the disciples above him, and he was not awake at all and fell asleep very soundly.

The little lion on the mount felt something, raised its big head and glanced in Fang Shanshui's direction, and then continued to grind ink with the hand-figured master on its back.

Fang Shanshui withdrew his gaze and continued to draw symbols.

……

Figure master fell asleep.

It doesn't know how it fell asleep, it is the body of the primordial spirit, the body of a zombie, it doesn't need sleep at all, it just suddenly falls asleep.

Drowsy, the figure master gradually forgot who he was.

I felt as if I was locked in a dark place, and there seemed to be a fire under my body, burning it, and it hurt a little.

It was a little angry, opened its eyes, and saw a person outside, very familiar, but couldn't remember who it was, its mind was in a mess, and there seemed to be countless flames licking from the flesh to the bone marrow, and then burning to the brain.

It saw that the person outside was pouring some red liquid on the pillars around it. Although it didn't know what it was, it knew that it would be burned because of these things.

Finally, the man cut his finger and dripped blood on the coffin lid.

Thirsty, very thirsty.

Smelling the smell of fresh blood, for a moment, there was an urge to suck people dry.

He wanted to stretch out his hand, but found that the formation under his body stretched out countless lines, trapping it firmly. It could only look at its own body through the coffin with its bloody crimson eyes open in the dark. prey.

The people outside the coffin looked at it with slightly sad eyes. In the clear water-like sight, it suddenly felt a burning sensation that was hotter than the flames in the array.

want to be close.

want to touch.

I want to indulge in the sight that seems to quench my thirst.

boom--!

The flame was forced out of the body by it, and the surroundings of the coffin suddenly caught fire.

The shackles of the formation were loosened in an instant.

"Master!" The people outside the coffin seemed to be in a daze for a moment, as if seeing the invisible fire burning in these formations, they rushed towards the coffin in a panic, as if they wanted to put out the fire.

It subconsciously took all the flames back into its body.

Master?

What is a master?

I don't want him to be hurt, I don't want him to be burned, but I don't want him to leave either.

The flames around the body spread out unconsciously again, along the formation, it seemed to be gradually trapping the people outside.

It in the coffin finally raised its hand and touched the coffin lid.

Very heavy.

It was too heavy to push.

Scratching the coffin with fingernails, buzzing.

one sound.

Again.

The people outside seem to have heard the sound, and they don't know what to think of, with a worried look on their faces. It looks at it and wants to get closer, but it doesn't know what it is doing?

Eat him?

Come.

come.

It seduces him.

Like a spider that has woven its web, it is luring its prey into the web.

Finally, he who was outside the coffin stretched out his hand, gradually put it on the coffin lid, and slowly pushed the coffin lid away with force inch by inch.

coming.

Come.

It stretches out its hand.

It catches its prey.

Looking at the astonished sight of the prey, it was extremely satisfied.

Grab him, hold him tighter.

Just when it was about to drag its prey into the coffin and enjoy it slowly, suddenly, its hand was empty, and the prey disappeared.

The surrounding environment has also changed.

It is also still firmly bound in the coffin, unable to move, and the people outside the coffin seem to have never existed at all.

It seemed that it and its prey were only in a dream together just now, and now they woke up from the dream, and the person disappeared.

so hungry...so angry...

Why is it gone?

How could it be gone?

It clearly caught him.

Inside the coffin, crimson eyes narrowed dangerously.

Just as its heart was getting darker, it suddenly heard familiar footsteps again.

Its prey is back and approaching.