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Xue Yu pouted and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Xue Gui, "You're messing around again, what did Mr. Yizhen say before going out?"

Xue Yu took a peek at his father's face, he was not afraid of anything, but he was terribly afraid of his father, who was only 20 years older than him, and he whispered aggrievedly: "A gentleman should not fight..."

"Pick up the sword and apologize to him."

Xue Yu wanted to refute a few more words, but Xue Gui's two stern eyes kept staring at him, as if there were two mountains weighing heavily on his shoulders, he reluctantly moved a few steps, facing Xie Qi: "Today I It was my fault to scold you, I apologize." After speaking, he gave Xie Qi a vicious look at Xue Gui's blind spot.

Xie Qi bent down, and whispered in Xue Yu's ear: "After the twelfth hour, it will be the Hungry Ghost Festival. When the time comes, the gates of ghosts will open, and ghosts will come to you." After saying that, he straightened up, his eyes slowly shifted to the gray tiles on the roof, and he said with a smile: "My lord does not remember the mistakes of villains, I have urgent matters, Sect Master Xue, please leave now."

Xue Yu's swollen face suddenly turned pale.

The cat was still standing there, seeing Xie Qi staring at him from afar, raised its head slightly, turned around and ran away.

This time Xie Qi chased four streets, three stone bridges, and six or seven small paths that no one cares about, and came to a temple, and at some point there was an extra jug of wine in his hand.

The temple is dilapidated and looks like it will collapse if the wind blows.Behind this ruined temple is an endless pine forest.

The moonlight is so clear that it illuminates the pine sea, and every pine needle seems to be dyed with silver light. When the night wind blows, the pine trees sway with the wind, and the sound of the waves is thousands of miles away.

There was a faint fire in the temple.

Xie Qi raised the corners of his lips, pushed the door open and walked in.

Under the candlelight, a Taoist priest in blue was sitting on the ground, slowly wiping his long sword with a white cloth.

Seeing the person coming, the Taoist frowned slightly, "I told you, don't follow me." A cold voice floated out of his mouth, like a stone falling into water, rippled in the air round after round, disturbing the crowd. A night of solitude.

Xie Qi approached him, and there was a hint of coolness in the warmth of the flowing cloud white jade hanging on his waist, just like the Taoist priest in front of him.

He smiled lowly: "I didn't intend to follow you, I was just chasing a cat, white, blue eyes, did the Taoist see it?"

Zhuang Yin's hand wiping the sword suddenly paused, and then shook his head: "I've never seen it before."

Xie Qi also sat down, resting his chin with one hand: "Why did the Taoist priest come here late at night?"

Zhuang Yin turned his head and said solemnly: "In order to guard this ghost gate."

"Oh?" Xie Qi looked along his line of sight, only to find that there was a door hanging in the air where the statue was supposed to be enshrined.

The door is the most common wooden door, not even painted, but it is connected to the hideous ghost land, and it is in a temple, which is really unexpected.

While speaking, there was a torrential rain outside without warning, and the raindrops hit the roof of the temple like hailstones.

Amidst the sound of the rainstorm, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Xie Qi didn't bother to raise his head, and asked, "Who?"

A clear voice sounded outside the door: "I went up the mountain to collect herbs. I never thought that there would be a heavy rain on the way down the mountain, and I didn't bring rain gear. I happened to see this temple, so I wanted to come in and take shelter from the rain."

Xie Qi said with a smile: "The temple belongs to everyone, you just come in, so why be polite."

"So, respect is worse than obedience."

The door was slowly pushed open, and the wind and rain rushed in. Along with the wind and rain, a frail scholar-like man came in, with a pale complexion and extremely delicate features, and there was actually a person behind him.

The weak scholar closed the door, shook off the rainwater on his body, turned around and bowed to Xie Qi and Zhuang Yin, and said, "My surname is Mu, and my name is Yuanzhen. I'm bothering you two tonight."

Xie Qi said: "Mangling Wild Temple, it would be great to have two more people as company." His red eyes stared at the person behind Mu Yuanzhen, who followed him closely like a shadow, From the beginning to the end, with her head down, her long hair hanging loose, her whole body was hidden in a black cloak that reached the ground, and with the weak candlelight, it was impossible to tell whether the other party was a man or a woman for a while, but a woman was definitely not so tall. shape.

Mu Yuanzhen saw that the two looked over at the person behind him, sighed, and explained: "This is my brother. My brother was murdered ten years ago and lost his sanity. Now he is just a walking corpse. For ten years, I have taken him around to search for and test medicines, and I only hope that one day he will recognize me." He took his brother's hand and sat down beside him.

Zhuang Yin said: "You have a pure heart, your elder brother will know."

Mu Yuanzhen sighed again, "I hope so."

Unexpectedly, at this time, there was another knock on the door. Unlike Mu Yuanzhen's gentleness, this knock on the door was extremely rough, as if he was extremely impatient. Before everyone in the temple could speak, the man automatically Kick the door and enter.

"What the hell weather, I don't even look at the young master is still outside, just say it, I'm drenched to death..." At this point, the voice paused, and he was surprised: "Eh? Such a coincidence? Daoist, thank you, young master. Why are you here too?"