Mrs. Fox is too serious!

In a blink of an eye, time flies and the years go by.

Yunqing Mountain is still half green and half red maple.

Years may be able to make people old, but they eccentrically gave this green mountain more beauty and strength.

The green leaves in the forest are strangely green, and the wild fruits on the wild shrubs are extraordinarily plump and tender.

A little squirrel with a fluffy tail and gray-black fur jumped down from the pine tree, searched for fruits in the fallen leaves all over the ground, sniffed and crawled to the edge of a cliff in the mountain familiarly.

There is a large rock on the cliff, covered with moss and vines, and beside it is a huge and lush old tree.

Among the stones on the hanging wall, there is a little Taoist nun in Taoist robes sitting.

I saw the little Taoist nun with fair face and delicate features, she was meditating with her eyes closed and breathing gently.

I don't know how long she sat cross-legged by the cliff, but she saw a few drops of morning dew on her thick and slightly curled eyelashes.

The little squirrel climbed onto the little Taoist nun's shoulders without any fear of people, clung to her shoulders, leaned its head to the little Taoist nun's neck and sniffed, and with a flick of its tail, crawled down from her arms again, standing on the side of the little Taoist nun's neck. On the arm, stick to it and keep sniffing.

The little Taoist nun suddenly opened her eyes, her dark and deep eyes seemed to be filled with a sea of ​​stars, the crushed starlight dotted her eyes, moving and bright.

"The nose is really good." The little nun gently grabbed the little squirrel clinging to her hand, lowered her eyes slightly, and looked at the little guy tenderly.

The little squirrel seemed to be very familiar with the little nun. It squatted obediently in the palm of the little nun, its big eyes flickered, and it gently rubbed the little nun's fingertips coquettishly.

The little Taoist nun's fingers are slender and soft. The only pity is that on the index finger of her left hand, there is a half-moon-like scar. It can be seen that it is a tooth mark. The scar is slightly white, and it can be seen that it was left many years ago. old wounds.

This was ten years ago, when she went down the mountain with her master, she was bitten by a beautiful but vicious little fox.

Despite the past years, the scar on the finger has remained.

"It's almost winter, and we haven't stored enough food."

Jiang Xundao asked the little squirrel with a bright smile in a low voice, then took out a small handful of peanuts from his sleeve, and handed it carefully to the little squirrel.

"Squeak." The little squirrel squeaked excitedly, spun Jiang Xundao's palm twice, and then began to rush peanuts into its mouth.

After stuffing the peanuts, the little squirrel ran away in a flash, leaving Jiang Xundao, who was still close just now, ruthlessly, without looking back.

Jiang Xundao shook his head lightly with a smile, then stood up and stretched.

After the morning class, it's time to go back to the Taoist temple.

When Jiang Xundao came back, Jiang Huaishan had just got up, moved a recliner in the yard, and basked in the sun, holding a gourd of wine in his hand, taking a sip from time to time, so leisurely.

"Master, why did you start drinking again early in the morning?"

Jiang Xundao snatched Jiang Huaishan's wine gourd, and looked at Jiang Huaishan with a frown.

"Oh, the apprentice is back. Did you have breakfast, and there is some porridge on the case, which is specially reserved for you by the teacher."

Jiang Huaishan squinted his eyes, stroked the white beard on his chin, and looked like an elder who cared about the younger generation, his eyes darted around the wine gourd in Jiang Xundao's hand.

Jiang Xundao looked at Jiang Huaishan without moving, with a slight anger on his fair and delicate face.

In the past few years, Jiang Huaishan's alcohol addiction has become more and more serious. He holds the wine gourd all day long, forgets not to practice, and always runs around when he is drunk.

The last time I accidentally fell off the cliff, but luckily my clothes got caught by a crooked tree.

Last time, she was dragged into the den by the tiger. If she hadn't arrived in time, she, the master, would have been torn to pieces by the tiger long ago.

"Ahem, apprentice. You have devoted yourself to cultivation for so many years, and your skills are not shallow, and some little monsters can't get close to you. As for you, it's time to go down the mountain to practice, maybe you can meet something good Chance."

Jiang Huaishan suddenly coughed twice, his expression turned serious, and his expression became rare.

"Go down the mountain."

Jiang Xundao was taken aback, her eyes began to flicker, and then she instinctively shook her head.

"No, apprentice, don't go down the mountain."

Although Jiang Xundao is a Taoist priest with some cultivation, he also learned some skills in catching monsters from his master.

But in fact, she is terrified of those ghost-like things, with pale faces, strange eyes, or four hands and four feet, and blue-faced fangs.

There are no ghosts in Yunqing Mountain. The master said that because Sanqing is enshrined in the temple, there are three heavenly deities suppressing it, and no ghosts dare to come to make trouble.

Jiang Xundao rarely left Yunqing Mountain, and only went down the mountain a few times, and he only followed Jianghuai Mountain to bluff and deceive.

Except for the peaceful and noisy town not far below Yunqing Mountain, Jiang Xundao knew nothing about the outside world. She was both curious and a little afraid.

Jiang Huaishan also mentioned before that letting Jiang Xundao go down the mountain to see the world, so as to strengthen his courage.

It's just that Jiang Xundao never wanted to.

At that time she was young, Jiang Huaishan only mentioned it, she didn't want it, Jiang Huaishan didn't force it.

But this time, Jiang Xundao was somewhat unexpected.

Jiang Huaishan seemed determined to drive his only apprentice down the mountain.

However, after not returning to his room all morning, Jiang Xundao actually saw his own baggage on the wooden table in the room.

"Teacher, everything has been packed for you, Master. You can go down the mountain tonight while the moonlight is good."

Jiang Huaishan stood by the door with his hands behind his back smiling, stroking his white beard.

"Tonight."

Jiang Xundao looked at Jiang Huaishan with dull eyes.

The world under the mountain is mysterious and unfamiliar to Jiang Xundao.

When she was standing at the foot of the mountain carrying the burden that Jianghuai Mountain had prepared for her long ago, she suddenly realized that she was really driven down the mountain by her master.

Jiang Xundao wanted to turn back and walk up the mountain, back to the mountain he was familiar with, the small ashram.

But what Master said to her sounded in her mind at the right time.

"My dear student, I let you go down the mountain as a teacher so that you can practice, cultivate your mind, your emotions, and the Tao in the mundane world. How can you transcend the mundane world if you don't enter the mundane world, and how can you attain the Tao."

Thinking of this, Jiang Xundao stopped his nimble thoughts, maybe what Master said was right, she should go to practice, she should go to find her own way, instead of staying on that small mountain for the rest of her life.

Jiang Xundao made up his mind and soon walked to the small town at the foot of the mountain.

It's just that the sky is already dark, and every household in the bustling town on weekdays has put out their candles, as if they have fallen asleep early.

The night wind was a bit strong, and Jiang Xundao was walking on the quiet and dark street, holding a piece of talisman in his hand, looking around pretending to be calm.

She never expected that the town at night would be so terrifying.

At least there are insects and birds singing on the mountain, but this small town is silent without any sound.

Jiang Xundao stepped on his own footsteps, and quickly found an inn in the town with fear.

It's just that the door of the inn was closed tightly, and the lantern at the door was also extinguished. Jiang Xundao knocked on the door and called out loudly.

"Someone is there."

There was no response at all, as if there was no living person.

Jiang Xundao scratched his head, a black head crawled out from her sleeve, half of it stuck out, revealing two white teeth in the darkness.

It was just a little gray squirrel, who somehow followed Jiang Xundao all the way down the mountain when he went down the mountain today.

Jiang Xundao lowered his head, stuffed the little squirrel that crawled out of his cuff, and whispered.

"Xiao Li, come in quickly, something is wrong here."

The voice just fell

A gust of cold wind suddenly passed behind him, Jiang Xundao turned his head suddenly, staring at the empty and dark street in front of him with wide eyes in horror.

It seems that there is nothing.

But Jiang Xundao clearly smelled a pungent rancid smell just now.

Jiang Xundao straightened his back pretending to be calm, took out a piece of talisman paper from his waist, flipped over the talisman paper with his hand, and it ignited spontaneously, turning into a group of sparks in the blink of an eye.

The group of little sparks, as if they had life, wriggled in the air and surrounded Jiang Xundao with a faint light, as if they were protecting her.

A white light suddenly flashed not far away, but disappeared quietly after a few seconds.

The rancid smell in the air was getting stronger.

The rancid smell with a fishy smell, like the smell of ghosts.

Jiang Xundao had seen a portrait of a ghost in the Book of Hundred Ghosts. It was ugly and terrifying, like a human monster whose skin had been peeled off and rotted.

Jiang Xundao took a half step back hesitantly. In fact, her body was trembling. She wanted to just turn around and run away. Anyway, this place is not far from the Taoist temple.

It is safe to climb the mountain.

But she remembered that ghosts can eat people. She has been to this town several times, and she has seen a few people familiarly.

Now the town is so quiet, there is no one there, and I don't know if the people in the town have been killed by ghosts.

How to put it, she is an orthodox Taoist priest who catches ghosts and subdue demons, so it is better to catch that ghost first and eliminate harm for the people.

Jiang Xundao dug in his bag, took out a small golden fishing net the size of a palm, held it in his hand, and tiptoed towards the place where the white light just came out.

The sword in the sword barrel at the waist trembled more and more as Jiang Xundao walked towards the center of the town.

This is the spirit sword that Jiang Huaishan gave her. It has dripped blood and recognized its owner. It has spiritual energy. If it feels the evil energy, it will jump up and down in the sword tube restlessly.

Jiang Xundao frowned and pressed the quiver, thinking that the sword was too noisy, and it would be bad if it disturbed the ghost for a while.

When she reached the end of the street, Jiang Xundao suddenly heard a hoarse and terrifying roar from the alley beside her, and then a black shadow filled with stench whizzed past her eyes.

And what followed was a white shadow.

Jiang Xundao, who was catching a demon for the first time, was clearly terrified, but he still calmly threw out the small golden fishing net in his hand, pinched his fist, and silently recited a few formulas with his eyes downcast.

The small golden fishing net suddenly vibrated with golden light, suspended in the air, and changed from the size of a palm to the size of a house in a few seconds, hanging above Jiang Xundao's head.

Jiang Xundao stared, put his index and middle fingers together, pointed in the direction where the ghoul fled just now, and shouted in a deep voice.

"Certainly."

The fishing net emitting golden light seemed to have life, and disappeared in an instant with a whoosh.

A small golden bell was hanging from a red rope wrapped around Jiang Xundao's wrist. She had never rang when she was walking or running, but at this moment, the bell suddenly jingled and made a crisp sound.

"Caught."

Jiang Xundao opened his eyes, grinned happily, and ran towards a part of the town with his clothes in his hands.

The group of little Martians around her didn't react for a while, and were left behind.

After being dazed for a while, he followed Jiang Xundao with a squeak.

He ran to the place where Jiang Xundao's treasure fishing net fell, but he didn't see the ghost.

Jiang Xundao suddenly felt uneasy in his heart. As soon as she turned around, a white shadow fell lightly behind her.

A clear and cold female voice sounded behind him.

"Who are you."

When Jiang Xundao turned his head, he froze.

It was a woman in spotless white clothes, behind the blue silk dress fluttering in the wind, was a face that Jiang Xundao was envious of.

The woman's skin was Ruoxue, her eyebrows were picturesque, and there was a bright red cinnabar mole between her eyebrows. Her expression was cold, and her clear and quiet eyes were looking at Jiang Xundao indifferently.

Gently raising her plain jade hand, a small and delicate golden fishing net floated out of her hand.

"This is your demon net."

The author has something to say: The appearance of the senior sister is so beautiful that it explodes, just like the white moonlight!

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Hum, good night.