Since Qiao Heng became the old demon of Montenegro, he has been avoiding deep friendships with ordinary people, just to prevent others from seeing through his true identity.

Even if in order to refine the thunder and blood qi on his body, he had to pursue the place where feng shui converged and came to live in the downtown area, he could still live a life of isolation.

There is less interpersonal communication, and he retreats from time to time to refine his demonic power, so he simply no longer bothers to remember the days. Sometimes Qiao Heng walked on the street and saw the street vendors with goods for the occasion, and he knew which festival it was time to celebrate.

These festivals, which have been handed down since ancient times, are either to pay tribute to the ancestors or to reunite the family...... No matter what the original intention is, it has been passed down to the present day, and it has been rolled in the middle of this red dust.

However, there are no relatives in this world who are connected to him by blood, nor there are friends who treat him honestly, so when he comes to Qiao Heng, no matter what festival he has, it has nothing to do with him.

When the snowflakes fell from the sky, Qiao Heng had the feeling of entering winter in hindsight.

For a thousand-year-old demon, hot and cold in the conventional sense has lost its meaning. But in order not to look too weird, he still made his clothes look a little heavier than before, and then raised his hand to conjure up a green hat and put it on his head to cover the snow.

It was the middle of winter at night, and there was no one in front of him, so he walked unhurriedly in the snow with his hat in hand.

The snow creaked as he stepped on it.

After two quarters of an hour, a building finally appeared in front of it, and its appearance was a temple. However, it must have been abandoned for a while, and it was still in good condition, but it was full of dilapidated atmosphere.

The Buddha statue in the hall was nowhere to be seen, and Qiao Heng knew what was going on at a glance.

After the temple is deserted, the better the texture of the Buddha statue, the more likely it is to be remembered. On the surface, it is said that the Buddha statue cannot be bought and sold, but in this wilderness, no one will know if the Buddha statue is really dragged away. If it is made of copper, you can make a lot of money by directly melting it and selling it. If it's wooden, it's nothing more than a matter of repainting it and then selling it again.

Qiao Heng cleared out a position and sat directly on the ground in the hall, planning to wait for the snow to stop the next day before leaving. Although the snow outside does not affect his walking, he has been a person for so many lifetimes before, and he will not be able to change his previous habits for a while, and he does not plan to change them.

Mrs. Hu drilled a hairy head out of his sleeve and jumped out. She didn't have a grain like the old ancestor, and she hadn't eaten all day, so she couldn't help but be a little hungry.

Hu Niangzi: "I remember passing through a small river when I came, and the ancestor stayed here to rest for a while, and I went to make a dozen tooth sacrifices, and I will return immediately. 」

"Go ahead. Qiao Heng responded.

After he finished speaking, Hu Niangzi still stayed in place and looked at him blankly.

Qiao Heng understood what she meant, and then, a silver scale with brilliance was popped out of his finger.

Mrs. Hu happily took a bite in her mouth.

The ancestor had saved a little dragon cub that had been devoured from the female ghost's belly before, and the dragon left this silver scale when he left, which was of little use, but very interesting. All she had to do was put it in the water, and in a few moments the fish would come in large enough for her to eat.

But the ancestor has already reached the realm of Bigu, what is the use of asking for this dragon scale?

The dragon was really stingy, and for saving his life, he gave a scale as a reward. And he clearly said that he would help the ancestor find a way to meet the king of Hades, but there has been no news so far.

After Hu Niangzi left, Qiao Heng was the only one left in this temple.

He snapped his fingers, and a low table in the corner, toppled on the ground and hung with cobwebs, scattered into a pile of sticks of wood with a clatter, and then they were set up as if by an invisible hand, and the flames lit up the whole hall at once.

Qiao Heng looked at this flame without blinking, his field of vision was golden red, and as the flame jumped, it seemed that even the air became distorted and hideous.

He closed his eyes suddenly, and recited the Buddhist scriptures several times to calm down.

The snow outside the temple was getting heavier and heavier, and he could hear the sound of the heavenly flowers falling on the roof and the ground in the temple.

On the road, two carriages were solemn

Walk cautiously through the snow.

When the groom in his cloak saw a temple appear in front of him, his face was a little happy. He shouted through the heavy curtain of the carriage, "Sir, madam, there is a temple ahead!"

A middle-aged man replied, "Let's discuss with the master in the temple, let's rest here tonight." Madam, if you prepare the sesame oil money, it can be regarded as a part of our heart. 」

It was only when the group came to the temple that they found that it was a deserted temple.

The middle-aged man got out of the carriage and was stunned for a moment when he saw the scene in front of him, and then sighed, "Forget it, I don't pay so much attention when I go out. Now there is no place in front of the village and no shop in the back, and there is no other choice but to rest here for a night.

He turned and helped his wife out of the carriage.

The groom said to the middle-aged man, "Sir, I look at the fire in the window, there must be someone in it to keep warm, most likely a country beggar, be careful not to let them collide." 」

A subordinate stepped forward and knocked on the temple door, and gently pushed it down, and when he saw that the door was not locked, he pushed the door open half open.

Qiao Heng had already heard the conversation of the people outside, and knew that the people who came were ordinary people, not high-ranking monks and Taoist priests who visited the temple at night, so he left first without making a fuss.

As the door was pushed open, a cold wind blew in, and after a cacophony of footsteps, the door was slammed shut, and the wind and snow were once again tightly blocked out.

The middle-aged man was obviously relieved to see that there was only one person in the temple. After all, there are many outsiders who don't know the roots, and it is inevitable that they will not be sure.

But this person is really bold, as the so-called double does not look at the well, one does not enter the temple. Even if it's just a deserted temple, staying alone in the temple, this courage is really great.

He scrutinized the past.

The one sitting in front of the fire was a young man, but at first glance, he had an air of ancient mystery that did not match his appearance. He had a green hat beside his lap, and he held a wooden stick and gently stirred the fire, revealing a circle of Buddhist beads on his wrist when he reached out.

The middle-aged man said in his heart: It turns out that this young man believes in Buddhism.

The only source of fire in this hall that exuded warmth was the fire in front of Qiao Heng, the middle-aged man glanced at his group, and took the initiative to talk: "Little brother, can you borrow a fire source? If the little brother can trust me, although he can sleep with peace of mind tonight, my subordinates can be responsible for the vigil. 」

Qiao Heng said: "Meeting on a snowy night is also a fate, let's sit down and warm up. 」

He looked at the people, and in the center stood a couple, and by looking at their clothes, he knew that they were the masters of the line.

The husband is probably older, perhaps in his forties, and has a wisp of literati hair under his chin.

As for his wife, she looked a few years younger than him, with an unconcealable haggard look on her eyebrows. Seeing that Qiao Heng was so easy to speak, she politely bowed down and said, "The concubine has thanked this little brother. 」

As he spoke, he quickly cleaned up a clean place, laid out a mat and invited the master to sit down. Then another servant took out the dry food and bacon from the package and prepared to roast it on the fire, so that the group could eat something to cushion their stomachs. When the servant took out the bacon, the middle-aged man remembered the Buddhist beads on the young man's wrist and asked the servant to take it back first.

A maid asked Qiao Heng if he wanted to eat together, but Qiao Heng shook his head and refused.

There was still some time before the cold dry food was baked, and after the middle-aged man sat down, he asked, "Little brother, where is this going, why is there no one around?" 」

"My surname is Qiao, and the mountain has Qiao Song's Qiao. 」

Qiao Heng threw the wooden stick in his hand into the fire, and said, "I came out to find someone without telling someone, but it's a pity that when I came to the door one by one according to my address, I couldn't even touch the shadow of the other party. But now that they are all out, they will travel around the mountains and rivers to nourish their bodies. Who knew that the heavens were not beautiful, and a snowfall trapped me here. 」

In fact, Qiao Heng has never been a person who speaks little, as long as he does not reveal his true identity, he can talk to almost everyone.

After he became the old demon of Montenegro, this ability seems to have been magnified to the extreme. It's instinct for youkai to hunt humans, and they never use meat

It's okay, but a big demon like the old demon of Black Mountain, who feeds on the spirit of mortals, this hunting instinct is like human breathing, everything happens naturally.

This is also one of the reasons why Qiao Heng has paid great attention to the depth of interaction with ordinary people in his life.

The middle-aged man met Qiao Heng's eyes, and his heart suddenly brightened and understood, and he decided that this young man came out behind his family's back, and he suddenly explained himself.

He said, "You young people are still careless, and in recent years there have been many robbers in various places, and it is dangerous for one person to come out. It's better to go home as soon as possible so that your family doesn't have to worry. 」

Qiao Heng didn't speak, it wasn't him who was in danger, but those who met him.

After talking, Qiao Heng learned that the couple was from the capital, the man's surname was Liang, and he was originally an official in the court, and after being dismissed, he was ready to return to his hometown with his wife and servants.

As for the reason for his dismissal, we have to start with the one in the Forbidden City.

Today's saints like to climb mountains, but if they pay a private visit, they will bring their close attendants to climb high and overlook.

A few years ago, while climbing a mountain, Sheng Shang happened to meet a country woman. The woman was about twenty years old, and she was good-looking, and she was born with a pair of small feet, and she walked in the mountains with great grace. The saint has always loved such a weak willow and wind-like woman, and took the initiative to come forward to talk.

The woman claimed to be surnamed Li, and had been married to a person before, but unfortunately her husband and mother-in-law died one after another, and the family was helpless, leaving her alone to live alone.

When the saint heard this, he felt pity and love in his heart, and listened to her words in a gentle manner, unlike an ordinary ignorant and rude woman in the countryside, so he took her directly to his side.

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