But there is also an advantage, that is, you don't have to be punished by Huanmei to face the wall. Old man Lang smiled and was about to run out, when Qing Huan asked, "Where are you going?"

"Uh, this... Sister Huan, look at this person coming from outside, as the master of the view, you have to go out and see what you say for your teacher, don't you think? Let Shou Li face the wall for the teacher! "After speaking, I wanted to slip away, but Qing Huan smiled with a pair of beautiful eyes. "Master, if you have the ability, just move and show it to me."

The old man Lang immediately stopped and did not dare to move any more, his mouth pouted, like a child, and he kept thinking, Huanmei is not a good child, Huanmei is not a good apprentice, Huanmei bullies him, this lonely old man definitely does not want to serve He takes care of him and doesn't want to recognize him as a master... It's endless.

Qing Huan couldn't take it anymore and went out.

The eldest brother outside has calmed down the noisy people. As soon as Qing Huan walked over, he saw the medicine bowl on the stone table and his face sank, "Elder eldest brother."

The eldest brother's spring breeze froze immediately, he hurriedly looked at Qing Huan, and then he remembered that he hadn't taken the medicine for conditioning his body, and quickly showed a pleasing smile to Qing Huan, holding up the medicine bowl and grumbling. Qing Huan glanced at him, one by one, not letting her worry. "My fellow villagers, what happened, how did you come up the mountain?"

"Miss Qinghuan! Miss Qinghuan, you can save us!"

"Uncle Chen, don't get excited, sit down and talk slowly."

This old man Chen is quite familiar with the five masters and apprentices of the Taoist temple. In the past, when the temple was not built, he came to incense very diligently. Later, when the temple came to the big monk, never saw him again. But Qing Huan still remembered him. Although this old man was a little superstitious, he had a good heart. Even if he didn't add money for sesame oil later, he often asked people who went into the mountains to bring rice and noodles.

As the saying goes, relying on the mountain to eat the mountain, there are countless delicious delicacies in the mountain, but there is no rice, white noodles, salt and soy sauce at the foot of the mountain, so Uncle Chen is considered to be very familiar with their master and apprentice.

Old Uncle Chen sat on the stone bench beside the stone table under the big tree and sighed: "If this is not serious, we don't want to come to you. The key... The key is that all the monks in this temple have suffered. what!"

"What's the matter? Can you tell me in detail?" Qing Huan asked softly.

Her voice was sweet and soft, as if it could calm people down in an instant. Uncle Chen, who was full of panic, finally calmed down. After the elder brother finished drinking the medicine, Uncle Chen poured a cup of tea and put it in front of him. Old Uncle Chen held up the teacup with trembling hands: "This matter, we have to talk about it a month ago..."

A month ago, something strange suddenly happened in town. First someone heard the woman crying in the middle of the night, then the white shadow outside the window, and then the gatekeeper of Yizhuang, who was looking after the corpse, died suddenly, with his eyes wide open before he died. Then several families whose sons were in their prime went missing! They went to report to the officials, and the government sent troops out to find them and couldn't find them. Everyone searched and searched and couldn't find it, but after a few days, the body of the missing Erlang appeared in Yizhuang! The townspeople discussed it and thought it might be haunted, so they pooled money and asked the monks from the temple to do it.

Who knew that those monks went to Yizhuang in a mighty manner. That night, the townspeople were too timid to follow. As a result, a young monk survived the next day. Don't come over, don't come over, don't listen to other words, and ignore whoever talks to him.

After that, there were even incidents in several villages close to the town, and all those who disappeared were young men aged seventeen or eighteen! Who is not a piece of meat this big guy, which one is willing? Some are still the only seedlings at home! No, there is really no way out. Uncle Chen remembered that there was a Taoist temple on the mountain.

He took out a small cloth bag from his arms and spread it out. There were some broken silver and copper plates in it, and he said a little ashamedly: "We raised money for the monk together before, this, this is all the village can collect..."

A trace of unbearable flashed in the big brother's eyes, and he was about to open his mouth to refuse, but Qing Huan put away the small cloth bag, put it in his arms, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, old man Chen, I will let the master and the brothers go down the mountain tomorrow. have a look."

Uncle Chen and the others left with great gratitude and gratitude. After they left, the senior brother asked, "Sister Huan, why do you want to accept their money? They have already had a hard time..."

"Can't we live without suffering?" Qing Huan glanced at him, "If it weren't for me, you would still be living in a pig's kennel." When she was a child, she couldn't speak or walk and could bear it. I can't stand it at all, these guys are really sloppy.

They just make do with it, just eat and drink, no matter the taste. still remember Qing Huan almost vomited when she tasted the food cooked by her master and her brothers when she was young. That's all game. They can make it look like shit and eat it.

The big brother blushed and was ashamed.

"It's better for us to collect money to do things than not to collect money." Qing Huan said. "Didn't you see Old Man Chen breathed a sigh of relief? The incense of our Taoist temple is not strong, nor is it effective. He recommended us, but he took risks. If we don't charge money, maybe they still don't believe us. After the ghosts are caught, I'll make new clothes for you, look, it's been ten years since you've worn them." He sewed and mended everywhere, a man as handsome as a fairy, who made him look like an elder of the Beggar Gang. They are Taoist priests, not beggars, and it is not that whoever has more patches on his body is more powerful.

Looking at the beautiful girl with a coquettish look in front of him, the senior brother's eyes became more gentle.

An hour later, Old Man Lang, who was granted permission to stop facing the wall, breathed a sigh of relief together with the third senior brother, and fell back, lying on the hall. When Qing Huan saw them like this, she was speechless, and she didn't say what she had planned to teach them - they were all children who didn't grow up, saying what they were doing.

When he heard that he was going to go down the mountain to catch the ghost, the old man was very excited. He had been on this mountain for more than ten years, and there was nothing exciting at all. He simply felt that life was meaningless. This time it's good, I'm busy with something, and I can still make money!

At dawn the next day, the old man Lang, Qing Huan and the second senior brother went down the mountain together. When he didn't come back at noon, Qing Huan cooked cold noodles, made a few plates of side dishes, and told Senior Brother not to forget to remind Third Senior Brother when it was time for dinner, and then went down the mountain.

Of course, the town is more lively than the mountain. Although it is haunted, people still live in different ways during the day. Qing Huan strolled around the street, while the old man Lang and the second senior brother went to inquire about the news to check the terrain. She tugged at some cloth, thought about making new clothes for everyone, and bought some seasonings and snacks. As for the rice and flour...they shouldn't be on the mountain for a long time.

If she feels right, there will be catastrophe in the world.

Even without Moze, Qing Huan is very sensitive to time and space. She can feel everything in the world, but how can she not feel the dangers faced by this world. For today's plan, it is indeed to go down the mountain quickly and find a way to adjust the body of the brothers. As for the rest, we will talk about it when the time comes.

After shopping, she stored it in an inn. It seemed that she couldn't go back tonight, and she didn't know if the third senior brother could have a good meal.

"Sister Huan, if Master asks your second senior brother to take you home, don't come with you, okay?" Old Man Lang rubbed his hands together and asked with a drooling smile.

Qing Huan glanced at him: "Master, am I worse than the three senior brothers? Don't you always say that I am your most talented apprentice?"

"You can't eat your talent, you have no experience." The old man murmured, not daring to say a word in front of the head of the family, but he still warned, "If you are afraid, hide behind your second senior brother, he is rough-skinned. The thick one is not afraid of hitting."

The second senior brother stared: "What are you saying, stinky old man? Can't I protect Sister Huan?"

"Hmph." Old man Lang saw the opportunity and hit the second senior brother's butt with a kick. "Master is talking, what is the apprentice saying!"

The second senior brother was aggrieved and looked for a reason to judge Huan: "Sister Huan, look at this stinky old man!"

"Shh—" Qing Huan hurriedly raised his index finger to signal him to keep silent. She knew that in the middle of the night, they were more exposed, and they were all silent. They were in a dead place like Yizhuang. Master and brother quarreled just because she was nervous and scared.

The three of them stood in the courtyard of Yizhuang, and the dim yellow lantern swayed... swaying... The whole Yizhuang was extremely quiet. After the gatekeeper who guarded the Yizhuang died, no one dared to come here again.

"Master, look, it's so strange, there were moons and stars in the sky before we came in just now, but now there's nothing left." Qing Huan pointed to the sky.

Old man Lang looked according to his words. Indeed, the night sky was as black as ink, and it was impossible to see any light. Now, except for those few lanterns, can't see anything anymore.

It's a bit like Huangquan Road, Qing Huan thought. There is a section of road before reaching Naihe Bridge, and that section is called Huangquan Road. Huangquan Road was pitch-dark, and when you opened your eyes, you couldn't see the surroundings, and when you stretched out your hand, you couldn't see the five fingers, and the soil on the ground couldn't see the color.

Of course, this Yizhuang can't be compared with Huangquan Road. Huangquan Road is the road of the soul, and this Yizhuang... is full of stench.

"Master, this is a ghost hitting the wall." Second Senior Brother said calmly. That lantern has been hanging there since the beginning. No matter how big the village is, they should walk from the door to the lobby. They have walked almost half a column of incense, but the distance from the lantern has not changed, isn't it? What is the ghost hit the wall?

"Sister Huan, even though you have been with Master for so many years, you haven't seen Master's majesty!" But a little ghost, old man Lang really doesn't care, why do you need him for such a small role? , even a guard with crippled legs can easily clean up. "Master today will show you his majesty and majesty!"

Old man Lang, who especially wanted to show off in front of his little disciple, was about to start acting as a demon.