The Cannon Fodder Big Brother collapsed again

In the stalemate atmosphere, a gust of spring breeze blows, and the sweet-scented osmanthus falls on the heads of the two and one ghost under the tree.

Fang Qian looked at the ghost girl who looked confused and didn't know what she was going to do, and asked with a smile: "I want to ask girl, is there a ghost-masked man in your yard?"

"Hey, isn't that me?" The ghost girl stretched out her tongue as she spoke, she looked at Fang Qian with empty eyes and shed tears of blood.

Fang Qian opened his eyes and said nonsense: "Not as beautiful as the girl."

The ghost girl twisted shyly and timidly, and Lan Hua pointed on Fang Qian's shoulder: "Dead ghost."

Girl, can you wipe the blood off your face before acting like a baby? Fang Qian clutched his shoulders and felt that he might have suffered an internal injury...

Ji Zheng took a deep breath, bypassing the sick combination of one person and one ghost in front of him, and walked towards the courtyard alone.

"Where do you want to go, kid? Isn't it good to play with my sister?" The ghost girl didn't move, but her neck stretched out four or five meters away, and she blocked Ji Zheng with her head, still smiling with blood all over her face. , licking Ji Zheng's cheek with a scarlet tongue.

Before her tongue touched her, her head was directly pressed into the soil. Fang Qian, who was holding the female ghost's head with one hand, persuaded with a smile, "It's fine to scare the children, but it's not good to scare the flowers and plants."

The frightened child Ji Zheng: "..."

"How dare you press my head!" The ghost girl was obviously angry, with black resentment lingering around her body, the wind around her suddenly stopped, but the rustling of osmanthus flowers could be heard.

This female ghost has at least hundreds of years of Taoism, and her cultivation base is higher than that of the Patriarch of the Zhao family based on her resentment alone, and she obviously has something to rely on, so Fang Qian couldn't hold her hand when she was angry.

Fang Qian frowned and jumped into the sweet-scented osmanthus forest with Ji Zheng. Almost at the same time, the sweet-scented osmanthus seemed to come alive. The delicate petals rose up without any wind and turned into layers of sharp thin blades, slashing towards Fang Qian and Ji Zheng.

Fang Qian held Ji Zheng in his left hand, and pulled out Jun Hong with his right hand. With a sword, he broke open the densely packed osmanthus petals, and then stabbed the ghost girl lying on the ground with his backhand.

The ghost girl smiled coldly, Jun Hong had her own vigor and had always overcome evil spirits, but she was fearless and disappeared in front of Fang Qian out of thin air.

"You can't kill me." The ghost girl's ethereal voice seemed to be everywhere, and her transparent body grabbed Fang Qian's ankle, trying to drag him into the ground: "But you are destined to die today." Buried under this sweet-scented osmanthus."

"Thank you for reminding me." Fang Qian smiled, ignored the female ghost at his feet, and directly swept his sword at the most colorful osmanthus tree in the osmanthus forest. The sweet-scented osmanthus on this tree has not fallen.

"Don't!" The female ghost's voice became extremely sharp and piercing, but it couldn't stop Jun Hong's sword.

"Please let Xianjun keep someone under the sword." A gentle female voice sounded from the osmanthus forest. Before the person arrived, there was a water barrier in front of the osmanthus tree, blocking the sword light.

Even so, the sword energy still fell on the tree, leaving deep scratches.The female ghost wailed, and her figure became more transparent.

A female Taoist priest in a Taoist robe walked quickly to the osmanthus tree, and was obviously relieved to see that the root was not injured.

Immediately, the female Taoist priest walked up to Fang Qian and bowed, saying, "Thank you Xianjun for your mercy."

"You stopped it yourself, and I didn't show mercy." Fang Qian took half a step back and did not accept the gift, but instead asked, "Are you Miss Qiu?"

Miss Qiu smiled and said: "Yes, but I still have to thank Xianjun, otherwise I won't be able to stop Xianjun from making another sword strike."

Fang Qian held the sword and sighed: "In addition to her resentment, she also has the hostility after harming others. Fierce ghosts can't be saved, girl be careful of raising ghosts."

Miss Qiu shook her head, her expression was gentle but she clearly had her own persistence: "Guigu is also a poor person, she kills for revenge. I will protect her every day, and if she hurts someone again, I will finish it myself. "

Fang Qian changed the subject without further persuasion, and took out the sweet-scented osmanthus from the storage bag: "Is this sweet-scented osmanthus from your place?"

Miss Qiu was stunned for a moment, took the flower branch with her plain hand and inspected it carefully, then shook her head: "It's not from here." As if she was afraid that Fang Qian would not believe it, she added: "I know all the sweet-scented osmanthus in this forest. "

Fang Qian frowned and asked, "Has the girl ever seen a man with a ghost face?"

Miss Qiu still shook her head: "I haven't seen it before. If you don't believe it, you can check it yourself."

During the conversation between the two, Ji Zheng has been observing the expression of this Qiu girl. He has always been sensitive to people, and can tell that the other party has no malicious intentions and has never lied.

On the contrary, the ghost lying on the ground was still staring at Fang Qian's back with vicious and hateful eyes. She really wanted to kill someone just now, and she still does so now, just because the girl Qiu didn't move anymore.

As if aware of Ji Zheng's gaze, Aunt Gui suddenly turned her head and grinned at him, the bright red corners of her mouth split directly to the corners of her eyes, which was indescribably mysterious.

Boring... If he had a sword in his hand, he would never let this ghost go, leaving trouble for himself.

Naturally, Fang Qian would not listen to Miss Qiu's one-sided words, but he used his spiritual sense to confirm that what Miss Qiu said was true. There was no aura or weirdness in this sweet-scented osmanthus forest except for this person and a ghost.

He quickly took out the disciple order and tried to contact Yu Ji and others, but there was no movement there, Fang Qian frowned: "That's bad."

Because of the rouge fragrance on the sweet-scented osmanthus, Fang Qian came here in person, but let the young disciples from the outer sect go to Yuntai Temple, and now it seems that the master is on that side.

"Thank you, girl." Fang Qian was worried about those young disciples, so he took Ji Zheng and left directly.

After Fang Qian walked away, Miss Qiu came to Aunt Gui who was lying on the ground and couldn't get up, and stretched out her hand helplessly: "Come on, get up."

Like a child, Guigu turned her side and turned her back to Miss Qiu.

"Children's temper." Miss Qiu laughed, pulled the female ghost up, and patted the ashes that didn't exist on her body. "How many times have I said, don't be scary next time, and treat guests politely."

The female ghost glared at Miss Qiu.

"Yes, yes, they were the first to scare you, it's not our Guigu's fault..." Miss Qiu coaxed her in a good-tempered manner, without feeling that her reasoning had gone too far.

All of a sudden, the osmanthus fragrans, which had been wilting, bloomed again, filling the entire garden with the fragrance of flowers.

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As the most famous temple in the area, Yuntai Temple is full of incense, and there are many tourists during the day.

It is said that this temple gives porridge to local beggars every day, which has won praise from the local people.

The little bald master, who was about as tall as the concrete platform under the stone lion at the temple entrance, stood at the entrance of the temple. Every time a pilgrim came, he would recite a sentence of Amitabha and then send out a stick of incense, with a cute and cute expression.Passing pilgrims will always give him some money or their own melons and fruits, and then exchange for a solemn "Thank you for the donor".

Fang Qian happened to see this scene when he led Ji Zheng to the gate of the temple, and then looked down at the child with dead fish eyes beside him, and couldn't help but sigh: "Look at him, and then at you."

Ji Zheng looked at Fang Qian coldly, and finally Fang Qian looked away resignedly. "Let's go in and have a look."

Ji Zheng didn't speak from the beginning to the end, but when the little monk handed him the incense, he returned a super fierce expression.The little monk pursed his lips, almost crying in fright.

Fang Qian didn't see the process of his wolf cubs bullying other people's dolls. After entering Yuntai Temple, he focused on finding Yu Ji and others.

But nothing... nothing, neither the few outer disciples nor the ghost-faced man who was injured by him could be found.

Instead, he saw an osmanthus forest in the back mountain, which corresponded to the scene of early spring, and there were no flowers blooming on it.

Had he found the wrong place again?

Impossible, in the morning he specifically told Yu to send a few people to Yuntai Temple to investigate.Even if there is no problem here, they should contact themselves first.There must be something wrong with this Yuntai Temple.

When Fang Qian looked at Ji Zheng who was next to him, he hesitated. It is easy to find clues with the protagonist, but it is inhumane to jump in with the children knowing the danger.

But wouldn't it be more inhumane to let him go down the mountain alone?

Fang Qian thought that his veiled gaze was no different from his blatant gaze in Ji Zheng's eyes. He clenched his fists and his voice sounded a bit obscure and hoarse: "What do you want me to do?"

When my mother was alive, I taught Ji Zheng some tactics of war and strategy. Fang Qian has already cultivated Jindan now. If he comes forward directly, the enemy may choose to avoid it. Why don't you find someone to lead the snake out of the hole first? This is the best thing for me to do." guide".

Fang Qian watched the little boy's expression become more and more gloomy, with a look of bewilderment.Isn't it just secretly thinking about wanting you to go down the mountain by yourself?Why does it seem like you are going to be tied to the execution ground?

"Let's go, go to the back mountain." Fang Qian sighed, and made no plan to send Ji Zheng down the mountain, avoiding the pilgrims and strolling towards the back mountain from the side door of the temple.

Ji Zheng was stunned for a moment before he stepped up to follow.He wanted to ask himself if he was thinking too much, but he found that he couldn't open his mouth, and his expression rarely showed an expression of annoyance.

After coming out of the side door, you will see a bamboo sea, and the path paved with round stones leads to the depths of the bamboo forest.It is rainy in the mountains, and the bamboo forest also has a faint bamboo fragrance after the new rain.Although there is less incense in front of the front hall, the tranquility of the Zen temple is only revealed here.

Fang Qian led Ji Zheng all the way to the end of the bamboo forest, where the path came to an abrupt end.

"This benefactor, further ahead is the forbidden area of ​​this temple. Pilgrims, please stop." The young monk holding a dragon-patterned sword stood at the back mountain pass, and made a Buddhist salute to Fang Qian with one hand.

Standing by the side of the road, Fang Qian asked with a half-smile: "I heard that there is a large osmanthus grove in your temple to admire, so I came here especially because of the fame, and I would like to ask my little master to be more accommodating."

The monk still lowered his eyebrows and nodded with a compassionate smile, but he still did not give way: "There is an osmanthus forest, but the osmanthus has not yet bloomed, so this season the back mountain is a forbidden area, please benefactor Haihan."

"Then what if I insist on going to have a look?" Fang Qian still spoke leisurely, but the atmosphere froze completely following his words.