But there is also an advantage, that is, there is no need to be punished by Huanmei to face the wall. Old man Lang chuckled, and was about to rush out, Qing Huan asked, "Where are you going?"

"Uh, this...Sister Huan, look at this person from outside. As the master of one view, you can go and see if you say it for the teacher. Do you think it is not? Let Shouli face the wall for the teacher! "After speaking, I wanted to slip, but Qing Huan narrowed her beautiful eyes with a smile. "Master, if you have the ability, just move and show me."

Old Man Lang immediately stood still and did not dare to move any more, his mouth pursed, like a child, and he kept thinking about it. Huanmei is not a good baby. Huanmei is not a good apprentice. Huanmei bullies him. This widowed old man definitely does not want to serve him. He took care of him and didn't want to recognize him as a master...forever.

Early in the morning, I couldn't stand it and went out.

The big brother outside has calmed down the noisy people. As soon as Qinghuan passed by, he saw the medicine bowl on the stone table and his face sank: "Big brother."

The big brother's spring breeze smile immediately froze, he quickly looked at Qing Huan, and then remembered that he hadn't drunk the medicine to regulate his body, he quickly showed a pleasing smile to Qing Huan, and picked up the medicine bowl gurgling. Qing Huan glanced at him, one by one, without making her worry. "Dear folks, what happened, why are you coming up the mountain?"

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

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

This old Uncle Chen is relatively familiar with the five Taoist masters and apprentices. Before the temple was not built, he came to enter the incense and was very diligent. Later, the monk came to the temple, and he never saw him much. But Qing Huan still remembers him. Although this old man is a bit superstitious, he has a good heart. Even if he didn't come to add sesame oil money later, he often asked the people in the mountain to bring up some rice and white noodles.

As the saying goes, there are countless delicious delicacies in the mountains, but there is no rice, white noodles, salt and soy sauce under the mountains, so Old Man Chen is very familiar with their masters and apprentices.

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

"What the **** is it? Can you tell me more about it?" Qing Huan asked softly.

Her voice is sweet and soft, as if it can calm people's emotions in an instant. The flustered old man finally calmed down. After the big brother finished the medicine, he poured a cup of tea for him and put it in front of him. Old Uncle Chen held up the tea cup with trembling hands: "This matter, I have to talk about it from a month ago..."

A month ago, somehow, a strange incident happened in the town. First, someone heard a woman crying in the middle of the night, and then the white shadow outside the window, and then the gatekeeper of Yizhuang who was looking after the corpse suddenly died somehow, his eyes widened before death. Then there were several families whose sons who were in their prime of life disappeared! They went to report to the officials, and the government sent troops out to find them, so the county grandfather simply let them go and let them solve it by themselves. Everyone looked for it and couldn't find it, but after a few days, the body of the missing Jirou appeared in Yizhuang! The townspeople discussed it and thought it might be haunted, so they pooled money to ask the monk at the temple to do it.

Who knows that those monks went to Yizhuang mightily. That night, the townspeople were timid and didn't dare to follow. As a result, a little monk survived the next day and was scared crazy. He knew what to shout. Don't come over, don't come over, you won't hear any other words, and don't care whoever talks to him.

Later, there were accidents in several villages close to the town, and all the missing were young men aged 17 or 18! Who is not a piece of meat for this young man, who is willing? Some of them are the Du Miao Miao at home! No, there is really no way, Old Uncle Chen remembered that there is a Taoist temple on the mountain.

He took out a small cloth bag from his arms and spread it out. Inside were some broken silver and copper plates. He said in shame, "Before we raised money for the monk together, this, this is all the village can get together..."

A trace of unbearable flashes in the senior brother’s eyes, and he was about to say no to it, but Qing Huan put the small cloth bag away and put it in his arms, and said with a smile: "Uncle Chen, don’t worry, I will let the senior and senior brothers go down the mountain tomorrow Take a look."

Old Uncle Chen and the others left thankfully. After they left, the senior brother asked: "Sister Huan, why do you want to collect their money? They have lived a hard life..."

"Our days are not clear?" Qing Huan glanced at him, "If it weren't for me, you still live in the pig's nest." When she was a child, she couldn't talk and walk, but she could bear it. I can't stand it at all, these men are really sloppy.

They just make do, eat and drink, no matter the taste. I still remember that when Qing Huan was young, he almost vomited when he tasted the rice cooked by the master and the seniors. It's all game, they can make it look like **** and it's not much better to eat.

The big brother blushed and was ashamed.

"It's better for us to collect money to do business than not to collect money," Qing Huan said. "Did you not see Old Uncle Chen breathe a sigh of relief? The incense of our Taoist temple is not strong, nor effective. He recommended us, and he also took a risk. If they don't charge money, maybe they don't believe us. When the ghost is caught, I'll make new clothes for you. Look, I've been wearing them for ten years." Sewing and mending everywhere, a handsome man like a fairy, like the elder of the beggars. They are Taoists, not beggars, and they are not the ones who have more patches.

Looking at the beautiful girl with a delicate face in front of her, the eyes of the big brother became more gentle.

An hour later, the old man Lang who was able to finish facing the wall was relieved with the three senior brothers, and the whole person fell back and lay on the hall. When Qing Huan saw them like this, she was speechless, and she didn't say what she thought of teaching them--they were all children who hadn't grown up and told them what they were doing.

Hearing that he was going down the mountain to catch ghosts, the old man Lang was very excited. He had been on this mountain for more than ten years, and there was nothing exciting. He just felt that being alive was meaningless. Now it’s okay, I’m busy with things, and I can make money!

At dawn the next day, Old Man Lang, Qing Huan, and the two seniors went down the mountain together. Not coming back at noon, Qing Huan made cold noodles and some side dishes. He instructed Senior Brother to remind Senior Brother San when he arrived at the meal, and then went down the mountain.

The town is of course much more lively than the mountains. Although it is haunted, people still have their own lives during the day. Qing Huan was walking around the street, and Old Man Lang and Brother Er went to inquire about the news and check the terrain. She pulled some cloth, wondered how to make new clothes for everyone, and bought some spices and snacks, as for rice white noodles... they should not stay on the mountain for long.

If she feels right, catastrophe will happen in the world.

Even without Moze, Qinghuan is very sensitive to time and space. She can feel everything in the world, but how can she not feel the dangers this world faces. For the current plan, it is indeed to go down the mountain quickly, think of ways to adjust the body of the seniors, as for the other things, let's wait until the time.

After shopping, she stored it in an inn. It seemed that she couldn't go back tonight, and she didn't know whether Senior Brother San could have a good meal.

"Sister Huan, or if the master asks your second brother to take you home, don't you follow me?" Old man Lang rubbed his hands and asked with a smile on his face.

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

"You can't eat as a gift, you have no experience." Old man Lang muttered. He didn't dare to say anything in front of the head of the family, but he still exhorted, "If you are afraid, hide behind your second brother, he has a rough skin. The thick ones are not afraid to hit."

The second brother stared, "What are you talking about, old smelly man? Can't I still protect sister Huan?"

"Huh." The old man Lang saw the timing and hit the second brother's **** with a kick. "When the master speaks, what should the apprentice interrupt!"

The second brother was wronged and asked Qing Huan for comment: "Sister Huan, look at this stinky old man!"

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Qing Huan hurriedly put up an appetite and said he was silent. She knows it. It's darker in the middle of the night, it's more revealing, everything is silent, and they are in a deadly place like Yizhuang. The master quarreled with the seniors just because she was nervous and afraid.

The three stood in the courtyard of the Yizhuang, and the dimly yellow lantern kept swaying...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. Before we came in, there were moons and stars in the sky, but now there is nothing left." Qing Huan pointed to the sky.

Old Man Lang looked at it in accordance with Yan, and indeed, the night sky was as black as ink, and there was no light at all. Except for those lanterns, I 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 of road is called Huangquan Road. Huangquan Road is pitch black, you can't see the surroundings when you open your eyes, you can't see the five fingers when you reach out, and the color of the soil on the ground can't be seen clearly.

Of course, this Yizhuang cannot be compared with Huangquan Road. Huangquan Road is the road to the soul, and this Yizhuang... is full of stench.

"Master, this is a ghost hitting the wall." The second senior said calmly. The lantern was hung there from the beginning. Anyway, no matter how big the Yizhuang is, they should walk from the door to the lobby. They have walked almost half way now, but the distance from the lantern has not changed. What is Ghost Strike a Wall?

"Sister Huan, although you have been with Master for so many years, you haven’t seen Master’s prestige yet!" But the little ghost, Old Man Lang really doesn’t care about it, so where does such a small character need him to take action? , Even a guard with disabled legs can easily clean up. "Master today will show you the prestige and prestige!"

The old man Lang who especially wanted to show off in front of the little disciple was about to start acting as a demon.