Zhaoran said: "What do you want to affirm?"

Jiuru was silent for a moment before saying, "Anyone who sleeps with me will have nightmares, without exception. ”

Zhaoran asked, "Then you have been sleeping alone all along?"

"For as long as I can remember, no one has had sex with me. ”

"Then from this day onwards, you have slept with people. Zhaoran pulled the quilt and yawned, and said disapprehantly: "I usually never dream when I fall asleep, let alone have nightmares, I want to dream." ”

Who has ever heard of ghosts still dreaming?

After Zhao Ran finished speaking, he fell asleep, Jiuru glanced at him sideways, and also closed his eyes and fell asleep.

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There was a rustling sound, and the black mud rolled and spread, and Zhao Ran opened his eyes in his dream......

He was lying in a piece of dirt, it was autumn, the withered yellow leaves were falling from the sky, and the pale inky sky lined the mountain road of Pantuo with a touch of weight and lightness.

It's a dream.

Zhaoran got up from the ground, patted the dirt on his body, and thought to himself, he wanted to see what kind of dream it was.

As soon as he got up, he heard the sound of footsteps behind him, and when he turned his head, he saw several villagers carrying coffins to the mountain, led by an old man with a familiar face.

The people of Rongjiazhuang were obviously moved, he took a few steps backwards and hid behind the tree, and several people carried the coffin through the woods and walked towards the cemetery in the forest.

"Alright. The old man stretched out his hand and pointed to a piece of tunnel, "Dig." ”

A few villagers carrying the coffin neatly put the coffin down, picked up the shovel and dug a boxy pit for a while, but the old man was not in a hurry to get out of the coffin, but sprinkled something along the coffin.

Then he stood up and said with deep sorrow: "Get out of the coffin." ”

The men buried the coffin in the dug pit and filled it back with earth, and after a few moments the grave was built.

The old man took out a sword and recited the words, and then danced with the four coffin-bearers before bowing to the ground: "General, the things offered by the Python clan have been prepared, and the general is invited to return." ”

"Please return the general!"

"Please return the general!"

The coffin was buried with the corpse of General Taiyin?! Zhao Ran's heart was full of horror, the people of the Protoss were looking for General Taiyin's corpse everywhere, but in fact, it was hidden in Rongjiazhuang?

Or is it something that is taboo here?

The situation was so vivid that he could barely remember that he was in a dream.

After the people of Rongjiazhuang finished this qiē, they quietly picked up their things and went down the mountain.

When they all came down the mountain, he slipped into the graveyard in a hurry, and then picked up a stick from the woods and began to dig the grave, but the soil at the head of the grave in the new base was soft, and in a short time he picked up a corner, and he poked the earth on the coffin along the corner of the coffin.

Originally, he was still worrying about how to open the coffin, but after pushing it, he found that the coffin was not nailed, and Zhaoran pushed the coffin away, only to see a person lying inside wrapped with a cloth belt from head to toe, very similar to the figurines obtained from the Li Mansion.

It's a living man!

Shocked, he lifted the lid of the coffin to the side, and then hurriedly untied the strip of cloth from his feet to his head, and the strip of cloth slipped from the man's body until his head was exposed, but it was a face wearing a golden mask.

Saying that it is a mask, it is more like a general's helmet, covered with chain armor, and the raised head and nose are like an inverted bird and beast pattern.

He touched the tip of the man's nose with his fingertips, and his breath was long gone, and it was still a living person, clearly a corpse.

Zhaoran sighed with some regret, looking at the golden mask, he stretched out his hand, and suddenly there was a rustling sound in his ears, he subconsciously turned his head but saw the mud rushing towards the grave like a tide, Zhaoran turned over and fell into the coffin, he just wanted to struggle to stand up, but found that his neck was clasped by a cold hand of the person in the coffin.

The feeling of suffocation was getting stronger and stronger, the sludge was still pouring into the coffin, it was almost difficult for Zhao Ran to breathe, a strong sense of crisis, this was the first time he had really felt the threat of death since he was conscious.

He's going to die!

Zhao Ran struggled desperately, and in his panic, the golden mask was lifted by him, revealing the face inside, and that face was none other than himself.

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"Ahh

"Wake up!" someone whispered in his ear.

Zhaoran opened his eyes, only to see that under his body, where was his own corpse, but Jiuru, he pressed Jiuru under his body, and the two of them were nose to nose, just like in the dream.

Zhao Ran couldn't help but widen his eyes, and the two of them stared at each other without speaking.

After a while, Jiu Ru asked, "Didn't you say that you never dream, and you sleep well?"

Zhao Ran turned off Jiuru's body in embarrassment, and said, "Yes, how did you do it, why did you start dreaming?"

Jiuru got up and said, "As I said, whoever sleeps with me will have nightmares, so I'll go outside and find a place to sleep." ”

"Don't, don't. Zhaoran hurriedly grabbed him, "It's so cold outside." ”

"I'm not afraid of the cold. ”

"I'm afraid. Zhaoran patted the couch and said, "Sleeping on a stone bed, the quilt is still so thin, and it is good to have one more person's breath." ”

Jiuru lay back again, and said with his hands on his pillow: "You really ...... Never slept with anyone?"

"Have you slept with a lot of people?"

Zhao Ran put on a prodigal posture and said: "That's, there is no way, but if I fancy the young master, there is no one who can escape from the palm of my hand, and no one has a challenge." ”

Jiuru didn't say anything, and said clearly: "You don't believe it?"

"I believe it. After Jiuru finished speaking, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The night was long, and Zhao Ran still wanted to continue to blow down, Jiuru was about to sleep, he hurriedly said: "Don't sleep, let me tell you, there was a girl who admired me super much back then, and they all knelt down and called me a fairy, but Young Master Ben thought about it and refused, it's useless to just be beautiful, you have to have a brain, you know I like to challenge and it's difficult." ”

Hu San inexplicably sneezed at home.

"There is another one, who is going to fight and kill when she sees me, as if she hates me to death, but she actually stares at me all day long, I am a very principled person, although she is good-looking, her brain is okay, she is too fierce, no matter how beautiful she is, it is useless. ”

"There is another one, the family conditions are good, and the temper is good, but it's a pity that this person is too snobbish, and when he is snobbish, he doesn't have that aura......"

He nagged and blew the cow for a long time, but Jiuru didn't react at all, he held up his head and looked, only to see Jiuru with his eyes closed, under the cool moon, his eyebrows were picturesque, as if looking at the smoke tree, the song was flowing, and at random glance, his soul was in it.

Zhaoran's heart "clicked" and skipped a few beats, and some of his heart fell back to his original position with a weak heart, and he could still smell the faint sandalwood fragrance on Jiuru's body between his noses, and Zhaoran thought crankily in his heart, if he was beautiful and kind, and not snobbish, then only Jiuru would be left.

Thinking of this, his eyes widened involuntarily, and then he heard Jiuru speak: "Are you idle and panicked? ”

Zhao Ran felt as if he had been caught red-handed, and stammered: "You, do you know what I'm thinking?"

Jiuru turned around and said, "You are short of breath, startled, not thinking nonsense." ”

Zhao Ran let out a sigh of relief, it turned out that Jiuru didn't know what he was thinking, but guessed what he was thinking?

He couldn't help but have a narrow thought, leaned over and said: "That's because I thought of a good ...... in my heart just now" He wanted to say that he thought of a beautiful girl who liked him, but when he saw Jiuru Zhengqing's eyes, he was embarrassed to continue.

Jiuru looked at him and asked, "What did you think of?"

"One dish, one dish. Zhaoran said, "Sauce stewed elbow!"

"There is no such thing on the National Teacher Tower. Jiuru turned his head, "You should die of this heart as soon as possible." ”

"But I've thought of it, I'm so hungry!" he screamed and rolled around on the bed, and Jiuru really ignored him now.

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Zhao Ran originally thought that at most one day, someone under the tower would come to look for him, but who knew that he actually lived on the National Teacher Tower for a day and a day, and no one under the tower came to look for him for ten days.

There are nine ru on the National Teacher Tower, not to mention Yingning and A-Ning, even if it is the dragon patriarch, he will dare to break into it lightly, and he can't get the news out, and he doesn't know what the situation is below, so he has to squat at the door of the dining hall with a food bowl in his mouth every day, and his eyes are green and looking at every sparrow passing by.

"Rong Gongzi, the Buddha asked you to listen to the scriptures. ”

Zhaoran spit out the food bowl in his mouth and said, "I'm not a little monk, why should I listen to the scriptures every day?"

The monk was not angry, but said kindly: "Anyone who goes to the National Master Pagoda needs to listen to the scriptures every day in order to calm his mind. ”

Zhaoran seemed to understand something, turned his head and asked, "Is it that the people are calm and can leave?"

The monk shook his head: "When we can leave, we don't know this." ”

"Then why should I go to the scriptures? Zhaoran took the bowl back in his mouth.

The monk snapped: "Then I'm sorry for the donor." ”

After speaking, he picked up Zhaoran and walked back, Zhaoran struggled and said: "Hey, hey, the little monk moves his hands and feet, you won't be able to be an old monk in the future!"

The monk seemed to have been instructed, and no matter how provoked Zhao Ran, he didn't return the favor, and dragged Zhao Ran to the lecture hall in three or two strokes.

Entering the hall, Zhao Ran saw that there was a futon on the position next to Jiuru in the front row, so he had to go over and sit down, and the old monk at the head of the lecture hall saw him coming, so he opened the scriptures with a somewhat unhappy face and began to recite.

This thought was recited for almost half an hour, and Zhao Ran couldn't sit still, and as soon as he moved, the old monk saw it, and asked him, "What is meditation?"

Zhao Ran replied: "Why bother to meditate?"

Jiuru glanced at him and replied, "Meditation is to seek purity." ”

The old monk still asked Zhaoran: "Why bother with a pure heart?"

Zhao Ran replied again: "What is a pure heart?"

The old monk is an old monk sent by the national teacher to give lectures to the monks, the law name is Qiandeng, and he is also a well-known and respected master in the capital, who has always been admired, but he did not expect to encounter a stubborn stone, and the Buddha will be angry with him in just ten days.

He frowned slightly and said: "If the heart is pure, it will be lonely and alone, and if the heart is clear, like you, the heart is not quiet, the heart is not pure, the heart is arrogant, the sleepiness has disturbed people, and the disaster has caused others, and I still don't know it." (Note: If the heart is pure, it will be lonely and alone, and if the heart is pure, it will be clear from the Ming Dynasty.

Zhao Ran scoffed: "The so-called law does not rise alone, the battle realm is born, the way is not vain, and the fate should be answered." I like to be determined by karma, don't force anything, that's what *. Old monk, you are angry, or I will go first, let you calm your heart first. ”

Qiandeng was startled in his heart, and hurriedly whispered the Buddha's name.

Jiuru shouted in a low voice: "Don't shut up yet!"

Zhao Ran said in his ear: "I want to go to the clean room first, and then think about purifying my heart." ”

"Zhaoran!" Jiuru said angrily.

Zhaoran clutched his stomach and shouted: "People have three urgency, this is really not good." ”

Jiuru was speechless, so she had to purse her lips and say, "Go ahead." ”

Zhao Ran was simply like being amnestied, a smoke out of the scripture hall, he just ran out of the scripture hall, planning to take advantage of the lack of people, hit two sparrows to eat, but suddenly saw the monk under the tower leading a person in.

When he saw the man, he rushed over as if he had seen a relative, took the man's hand and said, "Lord Wan, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

Wan Tong also smiled when he saw him, and his two fat hands held Zhaoran's hand and said enthusiastically: "Oh, why didn't Gongzi Rong go down when he went to the National Teacher Tower, I was really worried." ”

Zhaoran rolled his eyes and sighed: "Didn't I scold the Buddha Mother last time? ”

Wan Tong hurriedly asked, "Why does Young Master Rong suddenly feel that it shouldn't be?" Didn't you look down on that Buddha Mother last time?"

Zhao Ran glanced at the scripture hall and whispered: "Do you think, how can the Buddha's mother also be a mother, I scolded her, isn't that a victory?"

The two looked at each other and laughed.

Jiuru walked out of the scripture hall and said, "Buddha, I have obtained the holy decree, can I take Rong Gongzi down the mountain now?"

Zhaoran thought to himself, no wonder Wantong didn't come up until ten days apart, but he was afraid that he was busy with the competition between all parties, and he really had no choice before he thought of his head, causing him to drink gruel for ten days in vain.

Jiuru said: "He is willing to go down the mountain, then of course he can go down." ”

Zhaoran leaned over and said, "Jiuru, why don't you go down the mountain with me, let's see the excitement." ”

Jiuru turned his head to look at him and said, "I don't love to be lively. ”

Zhao Ran sighed twice in his heart, and said: "Even if you don't watch the excitement, Ji Fang is a stranger, and this is also under the control of the national division." This is not something to be taken lightly. ”

Jiu Ruoran said: "Then I will act at the right time." ”

Zhao Ran forced a smile and said, "Then I'll wait for you at the bottom of the mountain." ”

"Hmm. Jiuru replied.

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Out of the temple gate, Zhaoran found that Wantong actually asked people to prepare a soft chair, and couldn't help but be overjoyed: "Lord Wan is really Xiaosheng's confidant." ”

"The official doesn't dare to take credit, and his confidant is someone else. Wantong smiled and pointed to the distance, only to see A Ning waving at him at the bottom of the steps with a bag of things in his hand.

When Zhaoran's soft chair approached, A-Ning handed him the things in his hand, which turned out to be two big duck stuffed buns, and the other package was a sliced braised elbow, thinking that she was also because of these two packets of things, so she had to wait halfway.

"A-Ning, you are really the treasure of this young master!" Zhaoran ate two big buns in one go, half a package of braised pork feet, and then it seemed that the whole person came to life.

Wantong asked at this time: "I heard that you said outside the door that the Buddha Mother passed on the secret of the immortal ascension talisman to you, but is it true?"

"If she doesn't even sue sù, how can she sue me?"

Wantong seemed to be a little disappointed: "It turns out that you don't know what the Immortal Ascension Talisman is." ”

Zhaoran licked his fingers: "That's not entirely the case. ”