moonlit night

While talking, he had already swayed to the door, "squeaked" and pulled open the somewhat old wooden door in front of the hall due to its age, first stretched his waist to stretch his muscles and bones, then pinched his nose and complained in a low voice: "It can be counted. Come out, this old monk is really hard to bear."

Stretching his muscles and bones while walking, he jumped down the steps without a shape, and suddenly raised his head to meet Yue Qingchen standing at the door. He squinted his eyes first, and then acted unscrupulously I looked at it carefully, but after looking at it, I didn't say a word, and walked away without looking back.

Because of wearing a mask, Yue Qingchen is not afraid of what he sees, but he is a little concerned about that person's eyes just now, and feels inexplicably familiar.

However, before he could figure out where the familiarity was, Banruo's loud voice rang out from the door like thunder: "Guest, please come in!"

Yue Qingchen walked into the palace as promised.

The moment the wooden door closed behind him, the only source of light in the hall was the faint candles burning in front of the Buddha. In the darkness, it seemed that the inside and outside of the hall were separated into two worlds, and nothing in the world could disturb them.

The low chanting and the sound of the wooden fish echoed gently in the ears, accompanied by the ethereal echoes in the hall, making people feel that their minds and minds were washed away by the coolness and sanctity of the hall, and they unconsciously walked lightly, for fear of disturbing the room Qingning.

In addition to Prajna, there are four people in the hall, a monk sitting quietly under the Buddha, a young monk standing beside him, a woman in a green skirt with a light veil covering her face, and a half-grown boy in a Taoist gossip costume.

Seeing Yue Qingchen came in, the young man was slightly taken aback for a moment, then his expression became congealed, he saluted solemnly, and said in a deep voice: "Huiyuan, the great disciple of Taoist Master Yuxu of Maoshan Zong, has seen Wangshu Shengjun."

"It's Mr. Wangshu?" The old monk sitting upright with his back to the palace gate still looked compassionate, closed his eyes, and his voice was flat, but it made people unconsciously respect him, "I'm inconvenient, so I can't get up to meet you Please forgive me, my lord."

"Master Minsheng spoke seriously," Yue Qingchen stopped behind him slowly, and gave a junior salute, "Qingchen is late."

Minsheng shook his head, and with the support of the little monk at the side, he turned around tremblingly, bowed his body, and said apologetically, "I have to bother Shengjun to come over after this trouble, I feel really sorry. "

"Since we are comrades, we should encourage each other. The master is so polite, it's an outsider." Yue Qingchen frowned, "It's just, I don't know this time..."

"Cough, cough, cough." Minsheng suddenly coughed violently, and Ning Yuanmei, who was standing quietly at the side, stepped forward to give him the needle, and softly persuaded him while doing it, as if to ease his knot.

After a set of acupuncture was done, Min Sheng's complexion improved a bit, but he still looked sleepy, and he could tell at a glance that he was still struggling.

"According to Master's current situation, it's better to rest in peace and not to worry about it. It's better to go back to the room and have a good rest." Ning Yuanmei looked at him worriedly, and said softly: "There is Master Prajna and us here."

After finishing speaking, she softly instructed the young monk beside her: "Please, little master, help the master to go back to the room. Remember to burn the calming incense that I made before in the southeast of the meditation room, and replace it every three hours."

Mi Sheng gave a wry smile, as if he knew his own situation well, he didn't want to be polite anymore, he just bowed deeply to everyone present, and asked Prajna to take care of everything here for the time being, then staggered away.

Watching Minsheng leave, Ning Yuanmei and Yue Qingchen met their eyes for a moment, and said softly, "Brother, take a step to speak."

"Little Master Wang Le, I don't know if it's convenient for Fang to tell us what's going on in this temple recently?" On the way to the meditation room, Luo Qingluan tried to trick Wang Le into saying something, but the other party didn't dare Talking to her, she had no choice but to poke the silent Junior Brother Jun beside her unwillingly, signaling him to take over her unfinished business with her eyes.

Jun Changye glanced at her, and suddenly sighed slightly, and said, "Senior Sister, I don't know if Senior Brother will be lonely in the mountains by himself."

Luo Qingluan's almond eyes widened in an instant, and it was hard to imagine when Jun Changye and Xiao Ziyuan had such a deep friendship.

lonely?Just kidding, she didn't believe that Fei Yuan would still have time to mourn the spring and autumn with the company of Fuyao Peak.

"It seems that your brothers and sisters have a very good relationship!" Wang Le, who was walking in front, suddenly turned around, half envious and half melancholy said: "I don't know how senior brother is doing in the quiet room now."

"Oh?" Jun Changye raised his eyes to look at him, then simply walked to Wang Le and walked side by side with him, curiously asked: "What is the quiet room? Why are you in the quiet room?"

"Because senior brother Yuantong said that senior senior brother harmed master!" Wang Le said angrily, "but I know senior senior brother must have been wronged, but unfortunately I am useless, I can't catch the thief who killed master with my own hands, and return senior brother and senior master justice!"

Filled with righteous indignation, he suddenly grabbed Jun Changye's hand and said excitedly as if grasping a life-saving straw: "Isn't your master very powerful? I think Master Prajna respects him very much! Then you must be very powerful, too. Isn't it? Can you help me rescue the elder brother?"

"Then you have to tell us what happened, so we can think of a way to help you," Jun Changye comforted, "You just said that the thief who killed your master is someone else?"

"Yes!" Wang Le wiped his tears with his sleeve, and said with a choked voice, "Eldest brother, before he was arrested, kept grabbing his monk's robe and repeating the word cat, but it was too chaotic at that time, so he couldn't say any more." What, so I don't know more."

"Cat?" Jun Changye pondered for a moment, "Does anyone in your temple have cats?"

"No!" Wang Le waved his hands desperately, "Uncle Banruo hates cats very much, so no one dares to raise them. However, I vaguely remember that after the senior brother finished sweeping the steps that day, he once asked me if I had seen a cat with black paws It’s a white cat, but I’ve never seen it, so I don’t know what’s going on until now.”

"Then, is there a way to see Senior Brother Ling now?"

"No," Wang Le said distressedly, "They are very strict, saying that no one can see the senior brother until the uncle himself interrogates him."

While talking, the meditation room had arrived, and Wang Le didn't say much at the moment. He took the two of them into one of the courtyards that looked more spacious, and explained: "This realm is specially prepared for Kunwu Mountain. Ning Xianzun and Ling Xianzun's courtyard is not far away, so we can take care of each other."

"By the way, it was said that Uncle Ning's disciple disappeared, is it true?" Luo Qingluan, who hadn't said much, suddenly interjected.

"Yes... yes," Wang Le blushed and stammered again as soon as she heard her speak, "I lost contact with...not even Immortal Ning when I was buying medicinal materials...in the town at the foot of the mountain. Brothers in the temple are all looking for..."

"So, the Nianping of the Mu family is also missing?" Luo Qingluan said to himself, his brows almost frowning together, "If Uncle Mu and Aunt Mu found out, she would have to die in a hurry. But the Lying Chan Temple has Blessed by the Buddha's light, evil spirits have not invaded for thousands of years, how could something happen suddenly?"

Jun Chang Ye couldn't figure this out, but at this moment, the long-lost Huang Yan's loud voice suddenly rang out from his ears like thunder:

"Speaking of demons, Mr. Jun, based on my many years of dealing with demons and goblins, I intuit that there is something unusual around here. Although that guy hides it almost seamlessly, it's still not hot enough to hide it from me, hahaha."

Jun Changye was disturbed by the ear-piercing laughter, but he couldn't show it because of the presence of others, so he had to grit his teeth and accept it, and at the same time, he silently recited a few words of pure heart mantra in his heart.

Ever since Huang Yan used Tianxian Zi, not only has his spiritual power gradually recovered, but his soul has also become more solid. Before, he dared not show his face in broad daylight, and even spoke carefully to avoid being discovered by people in Kunwu, but now he has become more and more rampant. , Seeing that there are no powerful people around him, he will come out to ventilate, and even change his tricks to remind him not to forget to get the Fushengqin as soon as possible.

But how can it be so easy?

Besides, Jun Changye really didn't want to.

"Oh, I was too busy talking. The two little benefactors will go into the house to tidy up. The revered master will be back soon." Wang Le looked up at the sky and said naively to the two of them, "I still have some work to do." If you do, then leave first, there are disciples waiting here, just call them whenever you need."

After finishing speaking, he didn't dare to look at Luo Qingluan any more, but leaned closer to Jun Changye and said in a low voice: "Changye, I just said about my elder brother, I will tell you as soon as I have news, when the time comes, remember to help me!"

Jun Changye nodded slightly, as he accepted the matter, Wang Le smiled at him gratefully, waved his hand and ran away.

If it is possible to find those missing disciples and find out the truth of the matter, then Master will be happy too.

"Changye, did you really agree when the little monk asked you to help?" Luo Qingluan looked at the little bald head that was still shining in the smoke in the distance, with a puzzled expression on his face, "Am I so scary? Why didn't he Dare to talk to me?"

"Xu has never seen a girl as beautiful as Senior Sister." Jun Changye said absently, while thinking about how to be alone for a while later, so that he could question Huang Yan well.

"What's with what?" Luo Qingluan's face suddenly turned red, with an expression of anger and embarrassment, and said awkwardly to him: "Why did you become so glib? You really learned from Fat Yuan."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Jun Changye to react, he ran into the yard like flying first.

Jun Changye was in a daze for a moment. He didn't know where this sentence angered Luo Qingluan, but he also had an intuition that he couldn't just follow up and ask. He didn't know what to do.

"Hey, it's interesting, that little girl is probably interested in you." Huang Yan said gloatingly, "Why are you staring blankly? Hurry up! That's Luo Yunshen's granddaughter, Xiao Hengwu's niece, who might be the descendant of the Luo family. The heir of her, if you take her down, the entire Luo family will be yours in the future, alas, it's fun to think about it, how many people will die with envy."

"I don't understand what you're talking about," Jun Changye said coldly, "May I ask what you've been thinking about all day, old man?"

"Hey! What am I thinking?" Huang Yan suddenly became unhappy, "Isn't it for your own good? Don't you want to marry that little girl in the future? Is there anyone who is more suitable for you than her?" ?My childhood sweetheart is close to the water, she is in the same class, and she is also interesting to you. Oh, this is a godsend marriage that can only be found in dramas. You should take good care of it, kid."

"I think you just encouraged me to approach the Luo family just to get the Fleeting Xiao as soon as possible?" Jun Changye said mercilessly, "Instead of saying these things are useless, why don't you tell me about you?" What happened to the sensed demon?"

"What does the demon have to do with you?" Huang Yan exclaimed angrily, "This is something your master should consider. It's useless if you know it, you'll die if you go there, it's not enough for others to stuff your teeth. Hmph, let me take the Fushengqin and you If you don't take it, if you don't want to get close to the girl of the Luo family, what's the use of telling you?"

"It's really useless if you don't have talent for a long time," Jun Changye was not annoyed, but his tone was lowered, "Not only do you not know who your biological parents are, you can't even help your master share his worries, so what are you doing alive? Just go to the Nine Springs as soon as possible, and you can still know who your parents are."

"Hey, are you threatening me?" Huang Yan couldn't believe it, but then waved his hand impatiently, "That's all, it's okay to tell you, but you have to promise that I can't tell you about Master, Master, Uncle, and Temple." other monks in the temple, and cannot act without authorization."

Speaking of this, he paused, and seeing Jun Changye nodded, he continued with satisfaction, "This is a long story, you go to the yard to say hello to Luo girl and go into the house, I will Let me tell you slowly, remember to be sincere!"

Jun Changye was so blocked by him that he silently recited a few words of pure heart mantra in his heart before turning around and walking towards the courtyard.

"Senior Brother, do you still remember Qi Lan?" In the Tianbao Hall over there, Ning Yuanmei's face was solemn, and there was indescribable worry in Yingying Qiushui's eyes, "After the troubled times, I thought it would have been annihilated with the disappearance of the Queen of Ghosts I never thought that that evil thing might still exist in this world."

Yue Qingchen pondered for a moment, as if thinking of the tragedy of the year, he couldn't help sighing.

But in fact, what he thought of was far from the memory of the troubled times that had not yet been unlocked, but the sacred object of the ghost world that should not have appeared now.

Long-term hatred is not as good as water, waiting for waves to rise on the ground.

But there is a wave of trouble, and he wants to disturb a pool of spring water.