The trees shook, and two men emerged from them.

It was Fang Xile and Mantou.

"I'm afraid we're going to be in the wilderness again today, so go collect more branches and raise the campfire. ”

Fang Xile instructed without any guilt.

Mantou nodded and left.

The two of them walked in the field for half a month, and they didn't even know where they were now, not because they were afraid that the three families of Luo County would chase them and didn't dare to enter the city, but because Fang Xile she was lost.

"Room... Few"

Mantou suddenly ran back, pointing to the front and gesturing and shouting.

"You mean there's a house up ahead?"

"Ahh

Fang Xile followed, only to see a temple in the distance standing quietly in the darkness, as if waiting for a monster to choose a person to devour. Faint lights peeked through the walls of the temple, breaking through the darkness and cold with a little warmth, giving people the urge to rush over like moths.

Frowning, she instinctively didn't want to go over, the mountains, the temple, it's not a good place to think about.

"Sister, sister—"

The steamed bun tilted his head and asked for credit with an excited face.

Recently, I have been running all the way, sleeping in the open air, and when I saw a place where I could shelter from the wind and rain, I suddenly smiled so much that I couldn't see my teeth but my eyes.

Fang Xile furrowed his brows and touched his head.

"Go check it out. ”

When I got closer, I realized that the temple was very tall, and I had to look up to see the sign on the door, which was firmly pressed, but the handwriting on it was blurred.

The bronze beasts at the four corners of the eaves have been beaten by the wind and rain, and you can still vaguely see the exquisite appearance of the past, and it is conceivable that this temple once had its own glory.

After passing through a group of dark buildings, he came to the door of the main hall, and the firelight came out of the main hall, and Fang Xile stuck to the door, keenly hearing the crackling sound of firewood burning inside, as well as the slight sound of conversation.

Someone?

"Squeak-"

Fang Xile gently pushed open the door, but the rotten wood still made a harsh creak.

The eyes of the people inside were focused on her.

There was a fire in the middle of the main hall, and there were a few people sitting in the room, and from time to time someone whispered something to their companions.

Regardless of the eyes of these people, Fang Xile sat down in the corner with steamed buns, and quietly observed the people in the temple with his peripheral vision.

Sitting beneath the huge Buddha statue is a middle-aged couple, both in their thirties and forties. The man is tall, has a majestic momentum, it is estimated that he is an official, the woman has fine wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, she is no longer young, but she has an excellent temperament, and her every move reveals the gentleness and dignity of everyone's ladies.

The man gave up the futon that was still intact to the woman, and sat on the ground by himself, but he was a good husband.

Behind the two of them was a middle-aged man dressed as a warrior, with a second-layer cultivation on his cyclone, with a fierce face on his body, and his eyes were like looking at a fugitive.

Next to the window, there is a man and a woman, both under the age of 20, the second layer of the man's cyclone is cultivated, and the woman's cyclone is the first floor.

There was also a shy and big-bellied rich merchant by the door, wearing gold embroidered clothes, with large and small gold rings on his ten fingers, the nouveau riche breathed in his face, and he was followed by four strong and healthy guards, but just looking scary, in fact, I am afraid that I can't beat that junior sister.

In the old temple deep in the mountains, this group of people appeared very strangely.

They are neither like the people who are accustomed to wandering around, nor like the travelers who are in the dust, nor like the beggars who are so poor that they have no place to live and can only live in the old temple.

Why would such a group of people gather in the old temple in the middle of the night?

Fang Xile sat cross-legged in the corner, put his hands on his lap, and slowly ran the exercises.

Speaking of which, the golden finger of "Yin and Yang Liangyi Rotation Xuangong" is really a pit, or the kind that can't fall down.

After getting the exercises, Fang Xile naturally cultivated diligently, but after half a month, her true qi did not increase in the slightest, if it was a day or two, it might have grown too little, and she couldn't feel it, but after half a month, there was no progress at all, and now, no matter how dull she was, she knew that something was wrong.

Thinking carefully about what had happened that day, the jade book directly infused yin qi into his body, and after running in the meridians a few times, it turned into pure true qi.

This exercise is not only by absorbing yin qi can it become true qi?

Since then, others are cultivating, she is looking for yin qi, others are taking drugs to improve her cultivation, she is looking for yin qi, others are competing for heaven and earth treasures, she is still looking for yin qi.

Thinking about this picture, I can't help but cover my face.

The problem is that the place of yin qi is not easy to find, and she has been walking in the mountains and forests for so long, and she has not come across a cave where yin gathers.

In addition to looking for the place of yin qi, there is another way, and that is to find ghosts.

The ghost thing itself gathers a lot of yin energy, and where there are ghost things, there must be yin energy, just like Xiao Qiming has lived in the cave for a long time, and the whole cave is filled with yin energy.

Is it going to be on the road of subduing demons and eliminating demons in the future?

Maybe there's another way, to inject true qi into the jade book, and it will actively absorb the surrounding yin qi. However, the pain at that time was still vivid, and Fang Xile didn't have the courage to try, according to the amount of true qi it needed, he would not be qualified to use it until at least the late stage of the cyclone.

So it comes down to finding the land of yin qi, otherwise you will be stuck in the second layer of the cyclone for the rest of your life.

This is a golden finger, it is clearly a golden pit finger!

Fang Xile's cultivation at this time was not to increase his cultivation, but to relieve the fatigue of walking on the mountain for a day.

Suddenly, she looked puzzled.

Just now, the amount of true qi seems to have increased a little.

Concentrate and calm down, run the exercises, and experience with your heart.

Fang Xile opened his eyes, and the essence light flashed, that's right, the amount of true qi has indeed increased.

Or, this is the place of yin qi that she dreams of.

Or, here - there are ghosts!

Looking around, she didn't notice anything unusual, everyone was quietly cooking the fire.

Not all ghosts want to be like ghosts, they have a physical body, they can be seen.

Most ghosts are just a cloud of smoke, invisible and untouchable.

If you encounter such ghosts, it will be troublesome, because they are immune to physical attacks, and only if they attack with True Qi, which is a means in the later stages of the cyclone.

Fang Xile suddenly thought of the special steamed buns and asked, "Steamed buns, do you think there is anything strange in this temple?"

Mantou shook his head and stammered, "Uncle... Parent"

"Uncle, do you think you feel comfortable here?"

Mantou nodded.

His identity as the son of a ghost made him not afraid of yin qi at all, but felt comfortable like a fish in water.

"What else?"

Mantou looked around, a little scared: "Uncle... Stare at... Steamed bread. ”

Fang Xile's heart tightened: "Where?"

Mantou pointed to the center of the hall.

When she looked over, it was a Buddha, covered in cobwebs after a long period of neglect, and from their point of view, the Buddha's lowered eyes were just looking at the two of them.

Fang Xile breathed a sigh of relief, crying and laughing: "That's a Buddha statue, it won't move, it's okay." ”

Frightened like this, Fang Xile was not so nervous.

At this moment, a scent of fragrance filled the air, playfully teased under the noses of everyone in the main hall, and fled again.

It turned out that the wealthy merchant guard was on the shelf and was roasting chicken.

The whole chicken slowly turns golden brown, the fat seeps out, shining with an attractive luster, and the color of the chicken skin is slightly burnt, but such chicken skin must be very crispy, and when you bite into it, it is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, which is exceptionally delicious.

Fang Xile couldn't help but sniff.

The steamed bun has a bigger mouth, and there are crystal water stains at the corners of the mouth.

"Manju"

"That's not steamed buns, that's roast chicken. ”

"Roast chicken, roast chicken...", Mantou repeated quietly, and stopped stammering.

"Hey, you give us some points, and I'll exchange the silver with you. ”

"Senior sister!"

The older man reprimanded, and then apologized to the merchant: "I'm really sorry, my junior sister has been spoiled since she was a child, and I will definitely teach her a lesson when I go back." ”

The woman pursed her mouth unconvinced, and did not dare to say more.

The rich merchant laughed disapprehantly: "It's okay, it's okay, rely on my brothers at home, rely on friends when I go out, it's far away for us to gather in the ancient temple tonight, even if I treat this roast chicken." ”

As he spoke, he turned around and asked, "This brother, this girl, do you want to come over with your family and friends to have some food?"

The middle-aged couple readily agreed.

Fang Xile thought about it and sat down.

The middle-aged man asked the guard to take out a bottle of good wine and poured it for everyone: "I happen to have a pot of wine here, everyone try it." ”

The junior sister took the lead in drinking a glass and exclaimed, "Good wine!"

Senior brother held his forehead: "Senior sister!"

The middle-aged man smiled: "Haha, I really appreciate Senior Sister Ling's character, innocent and reckless!"

"Let this brother Taijian smile. ”

After a few glasses of wine, everyone opened up the conversation.

"I am a businessman in Hongqing County, called Qian Daqing, reselling some mountain delicacies and game, you can go to Qian Ji to find me if you need it in the future, and I will give you a cheaper. ”

"Oh, how is Hongqing County, and the people are still rich?"

"You're from a foreign country, aren't you?"

"Exactly. ”

"Hey, let me tell you, don't mention it, every time the village outside the county pays rent, there are a large number of people who buy children to pay off their debts, and there are many people in the county who beg and are poor, and there are many people who can't survive. ”

"Why is that?" The middle-aged man became interested: "As far as I know, Hongqing County has a good geography and a good grain production, how can it be like you said, even life is difficult?"

The rich merchant lowered his voice: "Hongqing County, I have to collect rent twice a year, once for the county order and handed over to the imperial court, and once for the Song family, which is more ruthless than the imperial court.

"It's really the other way they got!When did this Hongqing County in Daqin become the territory of their Song family!", the middle-aged man looked extremely angry.

"Shhhh