Qingyue Temple

On Qingyue Mountain, the pagoda tree forest all over the mountain swayed in the wind under the moonlight, as if they were whispering nonsense that people could not understand.

The quiet Taoist temple in the mountain is full of fallen leaves, and it is desolate.

But in one month, the Qingyue Mountain has become more ghostly.

In the mountains and outside the Taoist temple, there are ghostly fires and ghost shadows from time to time.

If ordinary people were allowed to come here, they would be frightened out of their bodies within a short time.

It's just that these ghosts seem to be afraid, and they don't dare to get too close to the Taoist temple in the mountain, just wandering outside.

They seem to feel that there is something dangerous hidden in that view.

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【Master, I'm back. 】A shadow that is [-]% similar to Fang Shanshui, in front of the somewhat dilapidated coffin, is serious and authentic.

Indifference...not like.

The crimson eyes opened in the coffin narrowed, and an unhappy atmosphere permeated from the coffin. The bottom of the coffin suddenly seemed to be overturned by a freezer, and the ground was covered with hoarfrost coldness, and it was so cold that it was hard to perform a shadow play beside the coffin. Di, trembling.

However, Di is now a good actor who has been honed for a long time!In this harsh environment, the shadow of Fang Shanshui created by it can still switch expressions and movements without any hindrance.

【Master, I'm back, I finally see you again! 】The shadow of Fang Shanshui threw himself on the somewhat tattered coffin, and said excitedly as if holding a million-dollar prize.

Flattery...not like.

The long purple-black nails in the coffin were scratching up and down in the air, and they didn't even want to open their eyes, feeling unhappy.

The air-conditioning filled the air.

Di only felt that the part of himself that was connected to the ground was about to be frozen and could not be pulled up. He wanted to cry, but he still had to laugh.

If it dared to cry with Fang Shanshui's face, it would probably be eaten by that vicious zombie immediately.

【Master, I'm back!are you happy!do you miss me!I miss you so much! 】Fang Shanshuizhiying lay on the coffin and cried happily, showing a strong sense of intimacy.

Hypocritical...not at all.

The crimson eyes opened again. Although he was unhappy in his heart, the frosty feeling around him gradually dissipated, which greatly relieved Di, who was acting with his life.

It doesn't look like eating it, sounds like it eats it, behaves like it doesn't eat it, it can still leave a palm-sized body, thanks to its wisdom, it saw through this boring zombie in time!

Thorn Ball said that no matter how much he looks like that zombie, he can still pick out the thorns!So it's not about the appearance, but whether the vicious zombie likes it or not!

If you master the tricks, even if it is OOC, you don't have to be afraid of being eaten by zombies. This wise discovery saved its frail life in time!

squeak-

The coffin lid was opened suddenly, and the shadow on the coffin turned back into a ball of black shadow thorns with a bang, like a rubber band that was forcefully stretched and bounced back to its original shape, the whole ball trembled in the air After a long time, he fell into the coffin and rolled silently to the edge.

Ignoring the thorn ball at hand, the person in the coffin sat up.

approaching...

In the ruby-like eyes, there was a light like a broken star.

He walked out of the coffin, under the inexplicable wait and see of the prickly ball, walked slowly half a circle around the coffin, and suddenly stopped.

Not long after he was happy, he suddenly remembered the Broken Dragon Stone that he had destroyed...

The coffin that has become a little tattered...

Dusty houses outside...

indifferent.

After being stuck for a while, he suddenly patted his abdomen with his hand with long purple-black nails, and suddenly hooked his fingers to grab it.

The long and pointed nails did not pierce the skin, but seemed to be trapped in nothingness. After a while, he pulled out a thing that looked like a roofless octopus from his belly. The body seemed to be translucent and empty. Shadow seems to be of the same type as 聻.

When the thing was pulled out, it seemed to be a little confused. It didn't know who it was or where it was. When it was caught in someone's hand, it struggled vigorously without saying a word.

He looked at the thing that kept thumping in his hand, expressionless.

He was patient, but it wasn't much. The only thing he had was the reserve grain that he couldn't bear to eat.

Others, there is really nothing.

He pinched Xu Ying's palm and tightened it suddenly.

The thorn ball curled up his thorns and shrunk into a circle, looking in a state of horrific injuries.

The roof-shaped phantom was shattered amidst buzzing and screaming in horror... It fell to the ground piece by piece, as miserable as if it had been dismembered.

Then it found that the hand that crushed it picked it up again and pinched it together...

This roof-shaped thing is the house spirit that was swallowed by Fang Yuanqing last time. Now it has been digested by Fang Yuanqing, and all the sinister and hostile aura in it has dissipated, and it has returned to the state that was not polluted at the beginning. .

It's just that Zhai Ling, who lives in a corner and has almost never encountered natural enemies, has always been a domineering lord, even though he is not affected by evil spirits.

But now that it was dismembered and reorganized, it looked at the weird thorn ball over there, and seemed to suddenly understand its situation.

After a while, Zhai Ling propped up the eaves and kowtowed to the ground in a very sensible way.

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Fang Shanshui got off the train before 11 o'clock, but this time the review went smoothly, he called a car casually, and arrived at the foot of the mountain before 12 o'clock.

Fang Shanshui found something ominous, but within a month, all the peach groves he planted in the outermost ten miles had died inexplicably, and there was a sense of decadence in the air.

However, the locust forest behind the peach forest is lush and growing well, but Fang Shanshui can feel the thick and terrifying Yin Qi from a distance.

Fang Shanshui held his dementor bell and stood on guard.

At the beginning, he left the mountain at the end of August in the Gregorian calendar, which also happened to be the end of July in the lunar calendar. When the gate of ghosts was closed, he built a ten-mile peach forest. He originally thought that the peach trees would ward off evil spirits. The ghosts come in and occupy the magpie's nest.

It now appears that this plan has failed.

The Taoist temple on the mountain is faintly visible in Fang Shanshui's eyes, and on the way to the Taoist temple, there are many ghosts.

Fang Shanshui walked up the mountain calmly, thinking that he would encounter some obstacles, but he didn't expect that the ghosts around him were just looking at him from a distance, without any intention of coming to disturb him.

When Fang Shanshui walked to Qingyue Temple, before Fang Shanshui opened the door, the lacquered mahogany door in front of him creaked open.

At this time, lights were lit up everywhere in the temple, illuminating the darkness. Behind the open door, in the not-too-dazzling light, dozens of shadowy and floating ghosts lined up and scattered on both sides of the road silently, welcoming their return. look.

Fang Shanshui's face was stiff, and he almost went to the wrong place by himself.

He even couldn't help but want to go back and look at the house number outside, to see if the words Qingyueguan still hung on it.

It seemed that seeing Fang Shanshui retreating, the opened door suddenly closed itself with a bang, as if afraid that Fang Shanshui would really run away, so he locked him up first.

Fang Shanshui slandered in his heart. It really felt like when the protagonists in some TVs were in danger, they didn't expect to encounter such a battle when they went home.

A huge square face appeared on the door, with a nose that was not a nose, eyes that were not eyes, but it seemed to be smiling: [Little master, please go forward, the master has been waiting for you in Langya Cave for a long time. 】

The voice seemed to directly enter Fang Shanshui's mind.

Fang Shanshui looked at the rough face on the door, and suddenly knew what it was. There was a bit of familiarity in the strangeness, it should be the spirit of the house that was taken away by the master.

Now the spirit of the house and the Qingyue Temple are integrated into one, and it has become the spirit of the Qingyue Temple.

Then this should be done by Master?

Fang Shanshui felt relieved, as long as the master is fine.

The wandering soul floating next to him was somehow lured by the spirit of the house. Not only did he line up to welcome Fang Shanshui in a decent manner, but he also came here to pick up Fang Shanshui's luggage.

Fang Shanshui was holding a flower pot on his body, rejecting the wandering soul who couldn't see his face clearly.

Fang Shanshui walked towards the back mountain with the flowerpot in his arms, and decided to go see Master first.

When Fang Shanshui left, he looked around and found that the house that should have been full of dust was spotless after he hadn't returned for a month. It looked like it had been specially cleaned and was waiting for his inspection.

Under the light, ghosts wandered around, the rag and broom seemed to be moving by themselves, cleaning some small places, and when they saw Fang Shanshui looking over, they would bow their heads respectfully.

Fang Shanshui asked the pillars of the corridor: "What's the matter with these wandering souls? Did you catch them?"

The body of the house spirit is all over the Qingyue temple, and it can hear Fang Shanshui's words, and he replied: [Little master, these are all wandering souls who cannot be reincarnated and have no worship. I rushed here by myself. 】

Fang Shanshui nodded and stopped talking.

When he arrived at Langya Cave in Houshan, Fang Shanshui fumbled and found the mechanism to raise the Broken Dragon Stone again.

It's just that during the process of rising, Fang Shanshui seemed to hear some cracking sounds of carrara, and looked carefully, but found nothing unusual, and the broken dragon stone was intact.

Delusion?

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Throwing out Zhai Ling and Hu, the figure inside the coffin lay quietly, with his left and right hands folded in front of his abdomen, as if he was sleeping soundly.

In fact, I was a little anxious, the long and pointed nails were lightly rising and falling on the overlapping hands, and I couldn't help but want to scratch them twice.

Until the sound of light and heavy footsteps came, the figure immediately remained motionless, but the crimson eyes opened, as if seeing the person directly through the coffin.

"Master, I'm back from vacation. How are you doing?" Fang Shanshui walked to the coffin with the flowerpot in his arms, touched the texture of the coffin with some miss, and then smiled with satisfaction.

According to some records in the patriarchs' notebooks, just by looking at these lines, you can see the state of the refined corpse. Based on the current situation, the state of the master should be quite good.

The crimson eyes didn't blink, feeling the breath close at hand, and suddenly realized that there was no need to say much like the imitated shadow, as long as Fang Shanshui smiled at him from a distance, everything would be fine.

His food reserves cannot be learned by others...

Well, it can be thrown away.

"By the way, master, I brought you a gift." Fang Shanshui untied the hidden breath array on the flower pot with great interest, and suddenly, a strong spiritual energy like drizzle diffused in an instant.

Even through the gloomy wooden coffin, one could feel the nourishment of that aura.Even under that aura, the coffin, whose structure was somewhat loose, seemed to grow again and become stronger again.