Renew

Rong Li pondered for a while, then shook out the bamboo pen from his sleeve and held it tightly. Seeing that Hua Su was still staring at the temple motionlessly, he asked softly: "Now you want to go in and take a look, and want me...to be with you Do you want to go in?"

"No need." Hua Su turned her head, originally wanted to borrow the black cat's body, but Xiao Fu had already taken the cat away.

Holding the brush, Rong Li stood up, supported the tree beside him, frowned and said, "The ghost who pretended to be a monk and gave me the bamboo brush, could it be in this temple?"

"It's not impossible." Hua Su said.

Rong Li stood on tiptoe, trying to look into the high wall, "I recognize the monk, and I might be able to find him if I go in. I'm a mortal, and ghosts won't gain any benefit from killing me. Most likely... they won't do anything to me. "

Hua Su snorted lightly, "You're not afraid of death, you're not afraid of getting my breath on your body and being involved in this matter?"

Rong Li pinched his cuffs and sniffed, but he didn't smell any strange smell for a while, and frowned, "When did you get it?"

"No, I just said it casually." Hua Su said lightly.

Rong Li flicked his cuffs, raised his hand and handed out the bamboo pen, and said softly: "I'll go in and have a look, just take a look, you are waiting for me here."

Hua Su looked down at her palm, "What are you doing to me?"

"You can't let the ghosts in the temple find this pen on me." Rong Li was very serious.

Hua Su frowned, but didn't take the pen. She raised her hand and motioned for her to take it back, "Hiding in your sleeve, you won't be found."

Rong Li stretched his hand forward again, almost hitting Hua Su's robe with the tip of the pen, but Hua Su leaned up slightly and avoided it.

Hua Su's complexion did not change, he just said: "Take it back."

Rong Li had no choice but to put the bamboo pen back into his sleeve, and he understood one thing in his heart——

The ghost seemed unable to touch the bamboo pen that belonged to her.

Seeing her turn around, Hua Su raised his palm and slapped it out of thin air, a burst of cold air entered Rongli's back.

Rong Li staggered for a while, turned his head in haste, and even poked his back with his backhand, vaguely feeling that his fatigue had eased a lot.

She felt that Hua Su should want her to go in, otherwise why would she not stop her.

The cold wind blew past, and with a creaking sound, the half-open door was blown open again.

Rong Li put on her skirt and stepped over the threshold, the temple was really deserted, there was not even a monk cleaning, and there was no incense burning in the cauldron, and there was silence everywhere.

Her footsteps stopped suddenly, her heart beat wildly, and she didn't know where she got the courage to fight the ghost.

When the wind passed by, the fallen leaves on the ground rustled and rolled towards the corner of the wall.

There seemed to be no one in the temple, there was no sound of walking or chanting sutras.

The Buddha statues in the room are solemn and solemn, and the eyes of the statues seem to be covered by something, making them look a little hazy.

The futon was old, the floor hadn't been cleaned for a long time, and there was a lot of dust, even the offerings on the table were covered with ashes, the melons and fruits were black and broke early, but the red candle in the stove was still burning.

"Is there a mage here?" Rong Li asked softly.

Next to the pillar, a black shadow suddenly passed by.

Looking sideways from the corner of his eyes, Rong Li pretended to turn around casually, the door behind him was slammed shut, and the light in the room was immediately suppressed.

The wind knocked against the doors and windows and there was a sudden sound, like ghosts knocking on the windows.

Rong Li blinked, and when he turned around, he saw a gray face unexpectedly.

The ghost's eyes were deep-set, with a dark circle around the eyes, as if stained with ink, the pupils of the eyes were dilated, and even the whites of the eyes could not be seen, and the makeup on the face was so thick that the colors were distinct.

Tsing Yi, long hair...

This ghost Rongli has seen before, isn't it the ghost girl in green dress who swallowed the hanged ghost in the bamboo courtyard before, this ghost was still holding a scroll of painting, the painting is Hua Su.

If she remembers correctly, the green-clothed female ghost and the monk came to the Rong Mansion one after the other, judging by her actions, they must not be the same ghost.

She didn't dare to be in a daze for a moment, didn't even dare to blink her eyes, she looked away blindly, pretended not to see, raised her sleeves to cover her lips, coughed weakly twice, and said: "This wind Why is it so big?"

The ghost in Tsing Yi stared at her intently, moved his nose slightly, and began to sniff just like that.

Rong Li walked towards the long case, took three sticks of incense sticks from the case, and lit them with a red candle.Persevering in incense, she slowly bowed towards the Buddha statue, rolled up her sleeves and inserted the incense into the furnace.

After doing this, she walked across the body of the green-clothed ghost without looking sideways, and really...

failed to touch.

Hua Su is really different, or maybe the ghost wants her to touch it, so she can touch it.

The green-clothed ghost didn't follow her, his figure flickered and disappeared in an instant.

Rongli opened the door that was closed by the wind, the fingers gathered under the sleeves were finally loosened, and only then did he leave the temple.

Outside the temple, Hua Su stood behind a tree, his black robe was tightly covered.

Rong Li turned his head and glanced at the gate of the temple, but he didn't see the shadow of the ghost in green shirt again, he hurried over and grabbed Hua Su's black robe, trying to pull her away.

Hua Su stood still, frowning and asked: "Why, what did you see inside, why is there something dirty on your body?"

Rong Li hastily raised his arms and looked himself up and down for a while, but he didn't know what was on his body.

Hua Su patted her on the shoulder, and a wisp of gray smoke was immediately blown away, and he took back the cold air that had just protected her.

"Ghost air?" Rong Li asked in surprise.

Hua Su nodded.

"I didn't see any monks in the temple, nor did I see the fake monk who gave me the pen that day, but..." Rong Li said anxiously, "I did meet that ghost in green clothes, she stood behind me, she looked really scary."

Hua Su raised his eyebrows slightly, calmly asked, "Did she scare you?"

Rong Li was still holding onto her robe, still wanting to drag the ghost away, "Aren't you leaving? Isn't she looking for you with a portrait?"

"She probably won't come out, don't worry." Hua Su said.

Rong Li believed her, and he let go of the sound, his sharp chin slightly raised, and the cold sweat on his forehead didn't disappear: "I pretended I didn't see her, come to think of it, why is she in the temple?"

Hua Su saw that she seemed to be begging for a reward, so she couldn't help but chuckled, and said softly: "The things you care about will stay, don't risk yourself next time."

"Fortunately, she didn't chase her out." Rong Xin felt lingering fear.

Hua Su's eyes sank slightly, "Aside from her, are there any other ghosts in the temple?"

"I haven't seen it." Rongli replied.

Hua Su lowered his eyes and thought for a while, "The fake monk was supposed to be hiding in there before, but was eaten by the ghost in blue. She didn't chase you, maybe because she just swallowed the fake monk, and her realm is not stable yet."

Rong Li felt surprised, "Why do ghosts... swallow ghosts."

Hua Su said: "Swallow his cultivation and turn it into his own use."

She paused, looked sideways and said, "Your maid is back."

Xiaofu came carrying the food box from Xiudanlou, followed by a sedan chair. She trotted over and panted, "Girl, the rice cakes are here, and the sedan chair is here too."

The guard put down the sedan chair, and the person in front opened the curtain and said in a low voice, "Miss, please get on the sedan chair."

Rong Li bent down and sat in the sedan chair, and moved a little to the side so that Hua Su could also sit down.

The two guards who were carrying the sedan chair slammed hard, muttering in their hearts, the eldest girl looked thin and weak, when...

When did it get so heavy.

Xiaofu handed the rice cake in through the window, still holding the whispering cat in her arms.

Rong Li opened the food box, picked up a piece with his chopsticks, and when he was about to hand it to his mouth, his hands stopped suddenly, and he asked in a low voice, "Can you eat it?"

"I can't eat it." Hua Su refused.

After entering Rong's mansion, two maids greeted her and said, "The master and madam are waiting for the girl at Wenxiangxuan."

Rong Li nodded slightly, glanced into Xiao Fu's arms, twisted his palms and said, "Give it to me."

Xiao Fu hesitated: "If it captures the girl..."

"Don't be afraid, it won't." Rong Li stretched out his hand and picked up the limp little black cat.

Hua Su stood on the sidelines and watched. He had no time to think about it when he was on the street, but now he looked at it with disgust. The cat was too small, and his whole body was limp, as if he would die if he pinched it.

Rong Li carefully hugged the cat, walked along the corridor towards Wen Xiangxuan, lowered his voice and said, "Do you want to use this cat?"

Hua Su glanced at the little beast, and didn't know why he wanted it at that time. This soft-legged and soft-tailed creature can only be placed in someone's arms, and it is not very useful no matter how you look at it.She tore off the black silk covering her face, her red lips moved: "No."

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