The No. 1 Sword Cultivator in History [Transmigration Book]

Knocking on the door spiritually, the willow catkins flying in April blind the eyes, and the hanging flower door is closed tightly.Weeds are knee deep in front of the door.

"I'm afraid no one lives there." Black Snake hissed.

"That NPC in Japan is too uninteresting. He threw me a few volumes of letters and asked me to come here to look for people, but now it seems that he is visiting ghosts!" Lingran said, and kicked the door angrily.

Sure enough, there were cobwebs in the temple, the clay Buddha statues had long been dim, and even the futons in the hall were covered with a thick layer of dust.

Ling Ran frowned and turned around.The four heavenly kings glared at him, and one of them, the one with the green face and the sword, was actually missing an arm.

"It's bad. The person this old monk is looking for is afraid that he won't have that long life, and he will have died long ago. What should we do now?"

Lingran put her hands behind her back and frowned.

Under the bamboo hat is a handsome face, blue and white.

"What do you plan to do next?" After confirming that there was no one here, Black Snake spoke boldly.

"Don't say it, it's better to be pleasing to the eye when you speak human language." Lingran flicked Hei Snake's head.

The index finger of his right hand was pressed against the black snake's head, as if the snake could be crushed into a pulp with just one finger.

He felt funny in his heart and made a narrow smile. "There's no one around, just change back into a human form and let me have a look."

The black snake hesitated to speak.He didn't have the nerve to tell Lingran, because it was too young, and its spells were not proficient. Unfortunately, it used up all its spiritual power when traveling through time and space, and now it might only be able to survive as a snake dog.

But if he said it directly, he might look down on him, so he carefully considered his words and said, "After all, this is a mortal world. If I become a human and openly walk by your side, will I also become a monk with you?"

Lingran thought for a while, "It's true, you look like this..."

He imagined Qingliu Dalang coldly shaved his head, standing tall in front of him, wearing a red robe, the more he looked at the picture, the more joyful he felt. ——Like the leader of the Demon Cult.If I go out, I'm afraid it will be empty alleys, or people will be stoned to death.

"Forget it, after walking for a long time, it's rare to have a full meal again, let's find a place to sleep first."

Lingran had nothing to pursue, and walked to the abode where the monks lived at the back of the monastery.What came into view was two thatched cottages. There were beds in the rooms, but the bedding was gone long ago.He wasn't afraid either, he casually dusted his robe sleeve twice, and lay down with his clothes on.

Take a nap, maybe you will have a good start again when you wake up.

Lingran tossed and turned, like sticking pancakes.

The last thought before going to sleep was, how unlucky, he has been unlucky since he was struck by a thunderbolt.When can I change my luck?

Even in her dream, Lingran sighed.

The black snake carefully climbed down from his ring finger, meandering to Lingran's ear, found a very small place next to this person's pillow, curled up and fell asleep.

I don't know how long I slept this time.

Lingran woke up in a daze, only to see darkness and darkness around her, and a very slight chirping sound came from her ears.For a moment, he suddenly thought that he was still in the Jiange, and the little Zhu Xiaobai of the fifth senior brother pecked through the window paper and flew in again.

However, in the next moment, he heard the sound of grass blades trampling, as if something else was talking.It sounded quite human, but the intonation was indescribably weird, worse than his raw Tang dialect.

Noisy!

He rubbed his eyes, simply turned over and sat up, walked out of the hut with his hands behind his back, looked around, but there was no one in sight.

In the weeds, one or two toads jumped up and down from time to time.

He frowned in disgust, and said, "I'm afraid this place will have to leave tomorrow."

Black Snake didn't answer.

Lingran was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously glanced at the ring finger of his left hand.Qingliu Dalang who was originally entrenched here did not know where he went.

This guy actually ran away while I was asleep?

He thought in amazement, it's bad, if this guy runs away and I'm left here alone, what should I do?

Although the Tang Dynasty has Suzaku Street, and it also has some prosperous appearances, but monsters are haunted, officers and soldiers are scattered and fleeing for their lives... I am afraid this is a place that is not even as good as Ping An Jingjing.

He was not sure that he would be safe and sound here.

"Da Lang! Comrade Da Lang?" He tentatively called out twice, his voice becoming more and more strange in the wilderness.

Whoosh whoosh.

Lingran's ear twitched, as if he heard the sound of someone flying past stepping on the blades of grass.

He quickly turned his head in the direction of the sound.Sure enough, under the dim starlight, three or two figures flashed past his eyes.

"Who is it?" He hurried to catch up.

Is this place still vulnerable to thieves?Lingran was surprised, but without any hesitation, she took a deep breath and quickly caught up with those people.

The few people were very surprised, and looked back at him while discussing with each other earnestly. "It's bad, why is there a monk in this deserted temple?"

After two breaths, those people seemed to have negotiated.Among them, a very slender and long man turned his head and shouted at Lingran, "Hey, that monk! Can we discuss it?"

Lingran squinted her eyes and looked carefully, and saw that the slender man who spoke looked like a human at first glance, but in fact he had just roughly formed a human shape.

As he got closer, he could see clearly that the man's hair was made of willow branches, and there were even leaves growing on the hair. It was obviously a ghost made of willow trees.

He ran with his arms swinging easily, and said with a smile, "You call me a monk, and the monk is in the temple.

"Oh, it's not good! The monk wants to catch us!" The ghosts panicked for a moment.

Four or five spirits ran faster.

Just made a mistake in his busy schedule, the willow tree spirit yelled, turned his feet and fell to the ground with a slap.

The spirits in front turned around and wanted to pull him, but they were afraid of being caught up by Lingran.There was a period of chaos.

It was funny in Lingran's heart, and she thought to herself, how dare she come out and wander around in this way!

He leisurely approached a few steps, leaving a safe distance of three steps for the ghosts, and then grinned, "What are you afraid of! Monk, I want to ask you something. If your story is good, let it go today." For you, I have the right to do a good deed that day."

Those few ghosts survived the desperation, they all raised their faces and looked at Lingran pitifully.

Ling Ran squinted.Suffering from the lack of moon and stars tonight, he could barely see in this dim light that there were men and women among these ghosts, they seemed to have just cultivated human form, and their clothes were messed up.

"Monk, what do you want to ask, as long as we know, we will do it!" The willow tree sprained his feet and could only sit on the ground, crying and mourning.

The rest of the spirits hesitated for a while, but in the end they were not willing to leave the willow tree and run alone, and crouched there timidly.

Lingran stood alone, it seemed that his white clothes were more dazzling, and his brows and eyes were very cold.

"Tell me first, where did the original abbot of Dong'an Temple go?"