I opened Taoist temple in Liao Zhai

It was hard for her to believe that a normal person could talk like that.

In particular, such words could not have come from her indifferent father.

Han Guang looked at him coldly, and walked straight to grandma's side without piercing him.Grandma wanted to hold her hand, but when she saw the two swords, she retracted her outstretched hand, startled: "My child, where did you get this sword?"

"Borrow a prop from a classmate." She said calmly.

Grandma looked puzzled, but didn't ask further questions.She said: "Your mother is coming back today, so don't run around, come back early for dinner."

Han Guang wondered, "My mother?"

Didn't her mother divorce her father when she was less than a month old?Han Guang watched Uncle Zhang fall into the river beside him on his bicycle, and there was a bus floating on the river...

"My mother didn't come back by an excavator." She said slowly.

Grandma and father looked at each other and said in unison: "Yes!"

Han Guang: "..."

She suspected that she was dreaming. In the dream, her hometown was invaded by demons.She saw an old man shaking a fan on a stone pier, and the normally noisy tape recorder stood quietly aside without making any sound.

Han Guang walked over and checked that the tape was still there, so he pressed the play button.

The deafening music sounded immediately, and the old man jumped up all of a sudden. People around him, including grandma and father, all looked in this direction.They backed away in horror and shouted: "Not good! It's murderous!"

At this moment, a large excavator is driving towards this side quickly.

The excavator overturned countless stalls along the way, and a woman covered in jewels was sitting in a big shovel, smiling at her.Han Guang looked towards her, and saw that there was no one in the cab.

Out of nowhere, two maids from the old society appeared, and they rushed over, helped the woman down from the big shovel, and said, "Madam, be careful with your steps."

Han Guang slowly pulled out the sword, thinking what kind of mental retardation this is...

The moment the blade was unsheathed, her heart suddenly went cold, and she suddenly remembered many things.No, she is obviously in Kyoto, and she is accompanying Xin Shishiniang to save lives, leaving a message for Yan Chixia in a temple!

Her eyes were instantly clear, and she thought of everything at once.Han Guang thought of that painted wall, she took a closer look, there was no grandma or father, they were all spirits!

A smile appeared on the corner of Han Guang's mouth, she waved away the woman's hand, walked straight to the excavator, and climbed up quickly.

Speaking of which, when she was an intern at a construction site in her junior year, she really heard someone tell her how to drive an excavator.She steered the excavator forward, and a shovel hit the roof next door.

The excavator in the illusion is so powerful that it is unrivaled!

Han Guang was familiar with the operation, and drove the rumbling excavator towards the spirit monsters.The spirits yelled, some were thrown into the river, some were crushed under the tracks, and some were beaten until their heads looked like gold stars...

The ghost who turned into Grandma Hanguang was furious under the caterpillars: "What the hell is this place?!"

But Han Guang heard it. Sitting in the cab, she said indifferently: "Of course you goblins who wear ancient clothes don't understand my world."

Han Guang drove the excavator to continue to eradicate this hometown in memory. She carried two swords on her back, and no one dared to approach her.Soon this illusion was dismantled by her to nothing but a blank sheet of paper, and the spirits fled in all directions, no one dared to provoke her.

She continued to gallop in the painted wall, although it is not difficult to get out now, but she remembered the voice of the Fourteenth Niang before entering the illusion, as if Ming Su had also come in.

……

When the excavator drove into Jinling City, the spirits were frightened, and there was only one house left in the empty world.

Han Guang sat in the high cab, looked over the courtyard wall, and saw a young girl practicing sword.She shouted: "Ming Su, it's all fake here, why don't you come back?"

The young Ming Su looked up at her in a daze, as if trying to remember something, but couldn't.

"I'm Chu Hanguang." She opened the car door, took out a magic talisman from her sleeve, sacrificed it and flew to Ming Su's forehead.She tore down the courtyard wall with a shovel and said, "Wake up!"

Ming Su raised his head in a daze, and there was a new brilliance in his eyes.She still looked like a girl, she shook her head at Han Guang and said, "Can I stay here?"

Han Guang said: "Your real mother is still waiting for you in Montenegro. Do you want to recognize the thief as your father?"

Excavators violently demolished the house, and the spirits disappeared.Ming Su looked around and suddenly sat down on the ground, crying loudly.

"I really want to be with them forever..." Ming Su burst into tears: "Actually, my father never let me practice swords since I was a child. I always secretly learned from others behind his back... When I was young, I blamed him , but now, I would rather be a boudoir girl than want him back..."

The light on her body staggered, gradually returning to her original appearance.Han Guang hugged her silently. It turned out that the illusion in the painting wall can spy on people's hearts, change the most desired scene in a person's heart, and then coax her to stay here forever, immersed in dreams.

But Han Guang doesn't need this dream.She already has enough indifference and strength to face all this reality.

She gently held Ming Su's hand and pulled Ming Su up. "Let's go." Han Guang said softly, "Let's go see that... Where is Zhu Xiaolian happy?"

Two hours passed.

Fourteen Niang and another scholar named Meng Longtan were in a hurry, and three people disappeared out of thin air. How could they not be worried.The old monk was chanting the Buddha's name at the side, obviously a little helpless.

Yan Chixia strode in, glanced at Fourteen Niang, and frowned slightly: "What happened?"

"You must be Mr. Yan." Fourteen Niang said: "The temple master left a note for you, and it was sucked in by this painting wall."

Yan Chixia took the note and looked at it, and it was indeed Han Guang's handwriting.He said to the old monk: "Master, I have long felt that this painted wall is a little weird. What's going on?"

"Ah." The old monk sighed, "The poor monk has been here for ten years, and he only heard a story..."

He explained that this monastery has a history of hundreds of years.It is said that hundreds of years ago, the temple was still very spiritual, and Zen master Zhigong often went down to the realm.At that time, he had a friend, and when he came here to play chess with him, he inadvertently dropped the scroll of demon collection.

The young monk in the monastery moved the painting scroll unintentionally, was confused by the world inside, and released many ghosts.Zen Master Zhigong spent a lot of effort to catch these spirits, but the painting paper was destroyed, so he had to seal all the spirits on the wall of the hall, so there was a painting wall.

Since then, the incense in the temple has not been prosperous, and it is said that spirits and monsters are causing trouble.However, there are very few pilgrims here, and there has never been anything strange.

Occasionally, some people are bewildered by the fairies on the painted walls and lose their minds slightly. The old monk will be fine after reciting a few words of the Buddha's name.

After the story was told, everyone fell into silence.

Yan Chixia said: "It's weird, I'll go in and have a look!"

He released the little flying sword and slammed into the painting wall alone.As soon as Yan Chixia approached the painted wall, she was bounced back by a golden light, and there was a crisp landing sound next to her ear, and the flying sword couldn't even poke a hole in the wall.

He tried a few more methods, from charms to sword bags, but he couldn't do anything with this painted wall.

It was getting darker.

The old monk lit the lamp, and the candles flickered. Most of their bodies were immersed in the darkness, making the wall even more eerie.Fourteen Niang began to grind ink, she wanted to write a letter to the Taoist temple, asking Mi Buyun what to do about this matter.

After the ghost letter was burned out, it was sent out quickly, and they continued to wait in confusion.

A flash of fire flashed, and in the silent darkness, a letter fell.

The paper ghost with a stiff face put away the letter and floated towards the main hall of the tomb.A ghost and a cat sat beside the stone table, drinking and chatting.

Mr. Long Fei picked up a pair of cold lotus root slices with chopsticks, and exclaimed, "I'm still a filial junior. I won't forget my honor even after passing the exam. I enshrine my tablet at home and offer new dishes every now and then."

It's just that Dai Sheng sent a basket of oranges last year, but now they are almost gone.

He glanced at the orange peels on the table with some dissatisfaction, and said: "You always want to have everything, and you come to bully me, this ghost, it's not very authentic."

Ling Zhao said desolately: "I'm just living under someone's fence..."

He poured himself a glass of wine, and he was not at all cautious as he should be under the fence, but he was extremely arrogant.Mr. Long Fei smiled and said, "Isn't that your place? Does she know your identity?"

"I probably guessed it, but I'm not very afraid of me." Ling Zhao snorted: "You are so courageous, you often talk about me in a roundabout way."

"Then you still worry about her." Mr. Long Fei said to the point.

"Where do I have it?" Ling Zhao patted the stone table, a complex light flashed in his eyes: "Don't mention her to me, drink."

The paper ghost sent a letter, Mr. Long Fei unfolded the letter and read it.He suddenly showed a strange smile, put away the letter, and looked at Ling Zhao maliciously: "You don't care about her accident?"

"It's none of my business." Ling Zhao said coldly.

Mr. Long Fei suddenly sighed, and said: "Okay, then I won't tell you."

Ling Zhao paused when he was peeling the oranges, and looked suspiciously at Mr. Long Fei: "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing serious." He wrote lightly, "It's just that Xiaoqian from the Montenegro Taoist Temple sent me a letter, saying that they were trapped in a painted wall in Kyoto and couldn't get out."

"Painting the wall?" Ling Zhao muttered to himself.

"Yes." He deliberately emphasized his tone, and said, "It seems that there are many spirits in it..."

Before the words finished, Ling Zhao picked up some oranges, got up and walked outside.Mr. Long Fei only felt angry and funny, and said from behind: "Master Ling, walk slowly, come often when you have time."

Seeing Ling Zhao's back disappear, he couldn't help but bent over with a smile.

……

A black shadow was reflected on the painting wall, approaching them step by step like a demon king descending.

Fourteen Niang suddenly turned her head away, overwhelmed with surprise: "Young Master Ling, you are here!"

He nodded reservedly, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the painted wall.Yan Chixia was also looking at this 'raccoon slave'. The cat's cultivation was unfathomable, and he hadn't even noticed it before.

Ling Zhao stepped into the wall where no one could enter, and disappeared in an instant.

He looked around, and the world around him was a vast expanse of whiteness.Ling Zhao was walking, when he suddenly heard a rumbling sound behind him.

Han Guang was driving the excavator, Ming Su was sitting on the roof, and Zhu Xiaolian was standing behind, speeding towards this side.She saw a person standing here from afar, and thought it was the golden-armored god who came to settle accounts with her, so she waved a big shovel and said loudly, "Take it with you, the demon in the painting!"

Ling Zhao:? ?

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