debt repayment

The more Yuxian thought about it, the dark clouds between his brows became thicker.

Song Hui'an said: "Besides the lawsuit, this ghost temple can be set up. In my opinion, this Chiyun sect is not a good thing."

Seeing Yu Xian's silence, Quan Ying hurriedly said: "Okay, let's think about how to get out of here first. This broken temple is quite gloomy, and the master doesn't welcome us even if we want to come to watch, so it's better not to stay for a long time."

As soon as he finished speaking, a chuckle came from behind him.

"You three young masters, don't joke around, my master invited the three of you to come in and sit down."

The three of them looked back after hearing the sound, and saw that the two stone Taoist statues in front of the door had disappeared, replaced by two little Taoist boys of the same age as Quan Ying, with red hair and blue Taoist robes.

The two Taoist boys had the same face, and they were looking at them with smiles. They stretched out their small and cute hands as invitations, and a faint golden light radiated from their foreheads, which was the seal left by the monks.It can be seen from this that they are not demon cultivators who have cultivated a human form by virtue of their own abilities, but slaves who have been forcibly enlightened and driven by others.

Just because the two Dharma seals have no evil spirit, Yu Xian has a gentle attitude, and said softly: "I don't know who is the master of the expensive temple?"

The little boy on the left had a half-smile and said, "Please let the three of you go. My master is just an ordinary person who can't even burn a talisman. If you start fighting, the three of you will still bully my master."

The little Taoist boy on the right also echoed: "Come in quickly, remember to bring this young man on the ground, and after a cup of tea, we won't keep anyone tonight."

Quan Ying wondered, "What will happen if Guiguan doesn't keep us?"

"It's not what will happen to us. It's you four who will encounter unexpected events. Our little Po Temple is not a ghost temple that pretends to be a ghost and kills people's lives. The reason for this needs to be explained to a few of you by the owner of the temple. Please hurry up Come in quickly."

Xiaotong pointed to the unconscious monster on the ground, and added: "This young master is still alive, if the three of you still want him to recover, then let us do it."

Seeing the two children's sincerity, Song Hui'an nodded and said, "Let's trust you once."

"I follow Brother Zhu," Quan Ying looked at Yuxian, "Mr. Yuxian, what do you say?"

Yuxian nodded and said, "It just so happens that I also want to meet the temple master for a while." After saying that, he carried Cultivator Wang on his shoulders.

The two little Taoist boys smiled and pushed open the dilapidated mahogany door, standing in front of the warm yellow and bright candlelight, respectfully said: "Please come in—"

After a sound of "squeak", the wooden door closed.In the blink of an eye, the barren courtyard twisted, and the night fog suddenly thickened, and when it dispersed again, only the empty streets remained.Just now the courtyard was broken, it was like a mirage.

A slender figure came out of the night, but only a fallen leaf fell between his boots.

Different from the decline in the courtyard, the lights in the temple are brightly lit, and there is no sign of decline.Cigarettes rise from under the floor, and walking among them is like flying through the clouds.

The golden statue of the god sits cross-legged in the cigarette, wearing a red robe, with soft eyebrows and beautiful appearance.This is a statue of a respectable woman, which makes Quanying look very vivid, and there is no word to explain its origin, which makes people even more puzzled.

Passing through the front hall of the Taoist temple for worshiping the gods, you can see a long winding corridor, but it does not have the oppressive feeling brought by the worship of the gods in the front hall, but it is more suitable for ordinary people.At first glance, the decoration in the corridor is quite ancient, yet exquisite and delicate. The artificial landscape stands beside the corridor, and a few white paper bamboo lamps are hung on the corridor.

The flowers and willows are complete, poetic and picturesque, and it looks like a corner of a mansion of a wealthy family, which can't express the faint sorrow of the end of summer and the beginning of autumn.During the walk, there are birdsong and girls' charming smiles echoing in their ears.

Song Hui'an loved the style of the corridor, and said: "Your Guanzhu is a romantic and talented man."

Xiao Daotong, who led the way, said, "My lord, how did you see it?"

"Businessmen like wealth, military generals like frugality, and sour scholars like nobility. Only talented people with both talents and sentiments love Guiguan, which is exquisite, elegant and bold." Song Hui'an pointed to the inscription on the white wall on the side of the corridor. Ye Du Niang's poems are all written here, how can he be a boring and dull master."

He is worthy of being the deposed prince of the previous dynasty who had been happy for half his life. His eyes were vicious and precise, and his words were well-founded, which made Quan Ying and Yu Xian nod in agreement.

But Xiao Daotong said: "My lord, you guessed wrong."

"Impossible," Song Hui'an slightly raised his voice, "Don't play tricks on me, little monsters."

Another little boy smiled lightly: "My lord, we really didn't lie to you. Nuo, my master is inside the house, please come in."

The four were led to a paper door.The door slowly opened to both sides.The room is burning with the plum blossom fragrance that women prefer-a fragrance that was popular in Hancheng more than ten years ago.The small white jade incense burner with two ears, which is no bigger than a palm, is placed on the carpet, which is also a rare style nowadays.

The floor is paved with jade mats, and the silver case is in front of Chen.In the corner of the house, there are sandalwood furniture with simple shapes and stone hills for ornamental purposes.An eight-sided screen with peacock feathers and golden silk with pearls and jade landscapes stands in the middle of the house, as if moving a resplendent landscape into someone else's house, dividing the room into two.

The main body of the screen is made of gold wire kneaded into peacock blue and green feathers, which is as thin as a cicada's wing.The figure behind the screen is faintly visible.

"My lady, the guests have arrived."

"Thank you."

Kunshan jade broken phoenix screamed, Furong cried and dew Xianglan laughed.

The humanity behind the screen said: "Give some refreshments to the guests. We can't be the hosts who treat the guests badly."

The little boy stepped down.The man stood up and walked to the screen.

What a petite and slender girl in white, with blue hair tied up, combed in a bun, and matched with orchid grass.It's a pity that her voice is not as good as her. She is so white and radiant, her face is not decorated, she can only be called pure.She didn't care about her appearance, she just used a pink lip balm to paint her lips, which made her look fresh and elegant like a lotus.

"Good night, my lords, the slave is the master of real contemplation. You just need to call the slave Shuisu."

Mrs. Shuisu bowed to the four of them, then sat behind the case, neither humble nor overbearing, with a calm demeanor.

The three reported their names and backgrounds.

Xiao Daotong came back with tea.The tea is brewed with the local spring tea from Dongshan, Hancheng. Due to the scarcity of production, the price is comparable to gold.

It's just that the tea in this cup has a slightly strong taste, unlike this year's new tea.

Seeing Yu Xian's expression when he was sipping tea, Shui Su didn't hide it, just smiled and said, "Xiao Po Guan only has old tea from a few years ago, please forgive me."

Song Hui'an looked at her calmly.Compared with monks who are living people, he is more sensitive to the same kind.But the girl in front of her is clearly a living person without any moths.

Shui Su said: "Masters, if you want to ask me something, just ask, as long as I can answer it, I will tell you the truth."

"Thank you, Miss Shui," Yu Xian cut straight to the point, "The Zhenqing Temple was built in Hancheng, but there is no official record. Even the monks of the Xianmen don't know it exists. It's really strange. I don't know what the girl intends to build the temple?"

"The slave is not the founder of the true view, but entrusted by others to manage the affairs of the view."

"What's the matter?"

Shui Su Zhengse: "Help the monk who was falsely accused of being a ghost cultivator to escape from hunting."

One sentence was like thunder, and the three of them were astonished.

Quan Ying pondered in her mind what the fairy gate had seen along the way, and said, "What hunt?"

"A hunt is a hunt, what else can it be?"

"What the girl said, is the Ghost Suppressing Policy jointly initiated by the various immortal sects?" Yuxian said in a deep voice, "As far as I know, the Ghost Suppressing Policy aims to get rid of ghost cultivators and ghosts who harm people in order to build Taoism, not to slander people. An innocent act of injustice."

"Oh, Zhengui Ce, so that's what it's called outside now," Shui Su said with a hint of mockery on her lips, she was silent for a moment, and then said, "This gentleman of Rongshan Miaoyin Sect, when you said that just now , it is clear in your eyes that you don't believe in yourself. You don't believe in yourself, so how can you persuade the slave?"

"...I have never met a girl before, how does the girl know my teacher?"

"That's an easy answer."

Shui Su clapped her hands, motioning Xiao Daotong to open the hidden compartment in the corner of the room.

The pupils of several people suddenly widened.

"Look, everyone, these gentlemen are the ones who were not rescued by slaves."

At a glance, Quan Ying thought she had returned to Chenjia Village.

——Dozens of bones of monks are neatly placed in the dark compartment, with purification symbols on their foreheads, and they are placed in a meditation posture.

Dozens of pairs of black hole heads stared lifelessly at the people sitting by the candlelight.

However, compared with the corpses of monks in the deep well of the pig toilet in Chenjia Village, the dead here are obviously much more decent. It can be seen that the owner's house has been cleaned regularly, the bones are wiped spotless, and the Taoist clothes are also well preserved. Obsolete.

The incense case in front of the corpse.Quan Ying had keen eyes and noticed that each skeleton had a small wooden plaque hanging on its chest, which was used to record the name of the dead sect.

Shui Su explained: "These are all immortal disciples taken in by the small courtyard. I have limited abilities and cannot cure them, so I have to comfort their spirits in the sky in this way, in order to send them back to their respective sects as soon as possible. Mr. Fangcai asked Nu The reason why I recognized the noble clan is also because I have met the noble clan's lord."

Of course Yu Xian recognized the clothes of his own sect.After sweeping away, his eyes stopped on the third skeleton from the right in the second row.

Shui Su said: "Sir, if you want to confirm your identity, please feel free."

"...Thank you."

Yuxian took a deep breath, as if he had exhausted all his energy, before he walked steadily into the secret compartment. His steps were very light and restrained, he bypassed the other dead, came to the corpse, bent down, and picked up the wooden sign tremblingly. .

The letter "Rongshan Miaoyinzong, Yunsheng Langjun, died at the third quarter of the ugly hour on August 27th in the third year of Shouping".

"Sir, but the gentleman you know?"

Yuxian was silent for a few seconds, and said, "It's a junior who has been missing for a long time, a disciple of the same uncle."

"That's great," Shui Su smiled, "this little ruined temple is not a safe place for this slave, so please take him back home."

Yuxian remained silent, looking at the wooden plaques of the rest of the corpses one after another. These people came from various sects and sects, famous or not.

He waited for a long time before asking in a deep voice: "Miss Shuisu, my junior has been missing for more than [-] years, how could he appear in the ghost temple?"

"That's how Mr. Tonight got here, that's how this gentleman got here."

Quan Ying said, "You are a cultivator who is waiting to be transformed into a ghost."

Shui Su said: "Lang Jun said yes and no."

[The author has something to say: It's already [-] words! ! ! !

This is the first time I wrote such a long

Due to the capacity of the full text, the text may be revised from time to time to replace some nonsense_(з」∠)_]