Chapter 129: The Infatuated Child's Blood Turned into Jinyi Fairy 2

"His Royal Highness Qiying? Your Highness? Are you listening?"

Xie Lian reached out and waved in front of Quan Yizhen. Quan Yizhen seemed to have lost his mind just now, and then he returned to his soul and said, "Oh."

It looks like he's not listening. Xie Lian didn't know what to say, and said, "Then our top priority right now is to find this brocade garment? Its prototype is..."

Quan Yizhen continued: "A sleeveless, headless, bloody dress like a sack."

Thanks for the pity and said with a smile: "Don't you know? I thought you haven't seen the scroll. However, because this dress is an evil thing, it is extremely magical and ever-changing. There are thousands of clothes in the world, to find such a dress. , is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack.”

Quan Yizhen said: "Oh. What should I do then?"

Thanks for the pity: "The monsters and monsters who get this dress will usually turn into businessmen and ask if anyone wants to buy or trade in a new one in a crowded place. But that was hundreds of years ago, if anyone is like this now Yes, it's a bit weird, but their habits and way of thinking won't change so easily for a while, so go to the city first and pay more attention to news in this regard."

This kind of thing, ghosts are more concerned than people, and the gossip in the ghost world is more well-informed than the human world. That is to say, asking Huacheng directly will definitely save a lot of trouble. But not long ago, Xie Lian told him not to meet for the time being, and it was not good-looking to ask for someone to eat back immediately. And the brocade clothing fairy has just been stolen, the thief will definitely not dare to take it out and harm others so soon. Quan Yizhen nodded, got up, and followed him two steps. Xie Lian noticed that Lang Ying also followed, and said, "Just stay here."

Lang Ying shook his head, Xie Lian hadn't spoken yet, when he heard a "Dong Long" behind him, and he fell down again.

Xie pity turned back suddenly and said, "What happened to you?"

The purple qi appeared on Quan Yizhen's face again, and after holding it for a while, he couldn't hold it any longer.

"..."

After spitting, Quan Yizhen turned over, turned his back to the sky, and spit out soul smoke. Thanks for the pity: "Qiying... can you still go?"

Quan Yizhen spread his limbs evenly and said, "I don't think so."

"..."

Helpless, Xie Lian had no choice but to drag Quan Yizhen, who had lost his fighting power, to one side, covered a quilt, and let him rest for a while.

On the second day, Quan Yizhen's face was a little better. Xie Lian didn't dare to let him eat indiscriminately. He asked the village chief to borrow some porridge and brought it back for the two of them to drink. Quan Yizhen sat in the place where Huacheng usually sat. For some reason, Lang Ying kept staring at him, and he didn't seem to be very friendly. Xie Lian put the porridge in front of the two and inadvertently said: "Sanlang..."

As soon as the voice fell, they both looked at him. Xie Lian's movements froze, and only then did he realize what he just blurted out, coughed lightly, and said, "Everyone continue."

The two were drinking porridge at the offering table, and Xie Lian went out with an axe, chopping wood while recalling the clues provided in the scroll: "Jin Yixian was originally in a Shenwu Temple, and the seal of the Shenwu Temple is extremely strong, and The palace is heavily guarded, and the experts are like clouds, and the simple chaos of the ghosts may not be able to make them escape by themselves, but someone must have seized the opportunity and stole it..."

In the past, Huacheng used to chop wood, and it was his turn. For some reason, he always felt that he was not as good as Huacheng. Quan Yizhen drank a few mouthfuls of porridge miserably and fell down in the Bodhisattva Temple and continued to sleep, while Lang Ying walked out and seemed to want to help, thanking him: "No need. Three... Lang Ying, Boil the water later and take a shower."

He remembered that Lang Ying didn't seem to have bathed for a long time. It is true that ghosts do not have grease and sweat stains, but if they hang outside all day, they should not have less dust. But you can't say it directly, or you will hurt your self-esteem. Lang Ying seemed to be stunned and didn't answer, but Xie Lian had already moved the firewood in to boil water, and said: "Yesterday I went to the town to sell junk and bought you two autumn clothes. After washing, take a look. does not fit?"

Lang Ying just put on the new clothes, and after hearing this, she turned around and left without saying a word. Thanks for holding him, he said earnestly: "Don't go! Bathing is a must. Don't worry, I won't remove the bandage on your face."

Lang Ying still refused, and went out to chop firewood, but she refused to come in. Thanks for her helplessness, she had to pick up a pile of firewood, burn the water, and take off her clothes. Ruo Xie fell from his chest in circles, Lang Ying came in with another pile of firewood, and her eyes widened immediately when she saw that he was naked. Xie Lian tried the water temperature with his hand, and felt just right, he had already sat in with his pants on, and when he saw him come in, he said, "Oh, it's just right, please hand me the scroll under the hat hanging on the wall over there. "

Instead of coming over, Lang Ying retreated to the door and closed the door with a backhand "snap". Xie pity is inexplicable. After a while, Lang Ying seemed to remember something, and kicked the door open with one foot. Thanks for the pity: "Don't kick this door! This door is..."

However, Lang Ying didn't look at him, walked straight inside, picked up Quan Yizhen, who was standing on the ground, and dragged it out. Quan Yizhen seemed to fall asleep as soon as he slept, only the shaking of the earth and the mountains could wake him up, and he was dragged all the way without feeling conscious. Xie Lian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said: "What are you doing? It's okay, it's not a girl. Come in."

When Huacheng was away, it was not that he had not bathed in the Bodhisattva View. After all, the Bodhisattva Temple is really too small, and the living conditions are difficult. It would be good to have a water tank to take a bath. There is no such a large bath with a screen and a long abbot that allows him to row a boat and slowly wash and play. However, intentionally or unintentionally, Xie Lian has never done this in front of Huacheng. But because the person at the moment is not Huacheng, but someone else, he doesn't feel anything at all.

"..."

Lang Ying turned Quan Yizhen over, pressed a pile of messy clothes on his head, lowered his head and handed him the scroll he asked for, and continued to sit in the corner. Xie Lian opened the scroll, frowning and looking at it, and loose his hair.

The heat made his face slightly powdery, and his long hair and eyelashes became dark and wet. After a while, he suddenly found the thin silver chain on his chest, with a diamond ring hanging from the end of the chain.

Thanks for holding the ring, tightening the five fingers slightly, suddenly, the corner of the eye glanced at the corner of the offering platform, where there was a small flower.

He subconsciously picked up the flower and held it up in front of him, always feeling blurry in his mind, like the heat in front of his eyes, and he needed a hand to wave it to clear the fog. At this moment, a knock on the door suddenly came from outside the door.

This voice pulled back his thoughts, Xie Lian put the flower back, and was about to ask who it was, but found that the knock on the door was not at the door of the Bodhisattva Temple, but at the door of the village head next door. .

In the knock on the door, a delicate woman said, "Is there anyone at home? Trade old for new, old for new. I have a brand new robe here, but I don't need it anymore. I want to change to an old one that fits my eyes. I don't know if the owner of the house has it. This wish? Is anyone at home?"

Don't need him to find out, this thing actually came to the door by himself!

She knocked on the door from house to house, but no one came out to open the door for her. That's of course, Xie Lian gave a lecture in the village of Bodhisattva when there was no rubbish harvest on weekdays, and preached to all the three aunts, six mothers, seven aunts and eight aunts hundreds of tips to distinguish between ghosts and ghosts, and in the middle of the night, I encountered this kind of uninvited guest that was obviously wrong. , no villagers will take care of them at all. People today are not as deceitful as they used to be. That thing knocked around, but no one paid any attention, and finally came to the gate of Bodhisattva Temple. Xie pity held her breath and waited intently. Who knows, before that thing knocked on the door, she felt that this was not the place for her to come, "Ouch", the footsteps seemed to be leaving, Xie pity immediately said: "Slow Here! I want to change." Immediately, she whispered to Lang Ying: "Open the door, don't be afraid, it's alright!"

Lang Ying was not afraid at all, she stepped forward and opened the door. A girl stood outside the door, with a graceful figure, looking at the lower half of her face, she was quite charming. But she wore a headscarf, covering the upper half of her face, as if she had no eyes, which made people uncomfortable.

She glanced inside the room, covered her mouth and smiled: "This Taoist priest, what old clothes do you want to replace my new clothes with?"

Xie pity was still soaked in the water tank and did not come out, just to make it less vigilant, smiled and said: "It depends on what your new clothes are like."

The girl stretched out her hand, shook it gently, and shook off a shiny brocade garment from her bag. It was extremely gorgeous, but the style seemed a little old, and her whole body exuded a strange aura. Xie Lian praised: "Good clothes, good clothes. Lang Ying, give this girl the clothes I brought back from town."

Lang Ying handed over the clothes with one hand. The girl gave out the new clothes, smiled, took the old clothes, and was about to turn around, but her face suddenly changed, as if something had pricked her hands, she shouted and threw the old clothes on the ground. In the sackcloth of Weidi, Ruo Xie, who had slipped in at some point in time, came out of the collar, as if a poisonous snake with white flowers was spitting at the girl. And that "girl" is not a girl at all. Just when she screamed and jumped like this, her turban was pecked to the ground by the sudden attack of Ruo Xie. Although the lower half of the face is very charming, the upper half of the face is wrinkled and extremely old, forming a very terrifying contrast - what kind of "girl" is this, it is clearly an old woman in her 70s or 80s!