"Miss Nie doesn't need to be polite. Qiao Heng greeted Nie Xiaoqian.

The Lengyan Sutra in his hand naturally drooped, and the scriptures on the page came into Nie Xiaoqian's eyes.

Nie Xiaoqian's eyes tingled, she subconsciously took half a step back, and hurriedly raised her arm, letting the wide sleeves cover her vision.

Qiao Heng remembered that Nie Xiaoqian was a ghost body, and letting her face the Buddhist scriptures was equivalent to forcibly exceeding. He closed the Sutra and said with concern, "I was negligent, are you okay?"

Suddenly, Nie Xiaoqian felt all the pressure lost.

"Thank you Ancestor, I'm fine. Nie Xiaoqian said in shock.

She couldn't hold back the curiosity in her heart, and said loudly: "I heard my sisters talk about the ancestor before, and everyone always said that the ancestor has great magical powers and strong mana, but I didn't expect the ancestor to be proficient in Buddhism. 」

Qiao Heng said, "It's not proficient, but it's a little dabbling. 」

It's the same as acknowledging that he's actually practicing the Dharma. Nie Xiaoqian said in her heart. She knew that if she stayed here, it would only hinder the ancestor from reading the scriptures, so she retired with a very sensible blessed body.

However, at this time, Nie Xiaoqian finally understood why the ancestor of Montenegro clearly had no love for men and women, but before she fell into a coma, she kept asking people to ask her to come over from her grandmother.

He probably watched the ghosts in Lanruo Temple go elsewhere and didn't go, but settled in the former Buddhist practice place, so he took it for granted that they belonged to the cultivators who were dedicated to Buddhism.

Maybe he just wanted his grandmother to send someone to him and talk to him about the Dharma. But who would have thought that they were just a group of evil ghosts who used the guise of a temple to seduce souls and suck people's yang energy?

Even the Hu Niangzi, who was extremely close to him, probably would not have been able to fully understand his thoughts, otherwise the ancestor would not have been willing to seek the near and far and beg for people from Lanruo Temple.

Under all kinds of misunderstandings, after layers of rumors, the meaning of the ancestor was completely distorted. Maybe in Hu Niangzi's view, Huanxi Buddha is also a Buddha anyway, and there is nothing wrong with her understanding.

So after the ancestor found out about this misunderstanding, he naturally wanted to send her back to Lanruo Temple.

But in the end, she stayed.

It wasn't until Nie Xiaoqian returned to her room that she thought that there was probably no stranger relationship in this world than the two of them.

She was greeted by the ghost servant in the posture of carrying a large sedan chair with eight people, and in the eyes of those who did not know, she was already the person in the house of the ancestor of Montenegro.

But in fact?

She was just a guest under the protection of the Ancestor, who had always been polite and detached from her.

And this rumored cruel, vicious and ruthless Black Mountain Ancestor is actually a pure-hearted Buddhist believer.

I guess no one believes it.

In fact, for Qiao Heng, he is not very unfamiliar with most of the Buddhist classics that are circulating today.

He knew that there was a concept of reincarnation in some religions, just like Buddhism. So he tried to find a solution to his dilemma completely from it, and looked at a lot of religious collections. More often than not, though, he flipped through the scriptures just to pass the time and read them casually, or he had to do them in order to disguise his identity.

But in this life, in order to better practice the Yijin Sutra handed down by the Bodhidharma Patriarch, he put himself in the position of a believer very rarely, and re-picked up the Buddhist scriptures.

Qiao Heng has always been strict with himself.

He made up his mind not to follow the path of the old demon of Montenegro anymore, so he really devoted himself wholeheartedly to the Buddhist scriptures.

What Nie Xiaoqian glimpsed that night was only the tip of the iceberg.

Like an ascetic, he wrote down the scriptures he knew by heart, word by word, on paper, and then bound them into a book, without pretending to be in the hands of others.

He writes with unprecedented care, and if anyone takes the opportunity to lay paper and ink for him and stay with him for a long time, they will find that he has never written a single word when he puts pen to paper. If there is a slight stain on the paper, it will be destroyed and restarted without blinking.

Every day, he would spend at least an hour reading these scriptures handed down by the power of Buddhism word by word, and then corroborate each other with the Yijin Sutra, without interruption for a day.

And it's also interesting to say, he was originally a black mountain that connected the heavens and the earth, and the stones did not need to eat. Since he doesn't even have to eat, even if he doesn't deliberately fasting and vegetarian now, he can be regarded as having achieved this effect.

The ghosts under the command of the old demon of Montenegro would regularly offer him the freshest human blood, as well as the yang, yin and even spirit that were snatched from the young men and women, and he directly ordered to stop this hunting.

Without a hint of hesitation, it stopped cleanly.

But this body, which originally belonged to the old demon of Montenegro, had long been accustomed to the days when it was immersed in human blood and qi and its strength was advancing by leaps and bounds, and it was obviously not very accustomed to his approach.

Whenever the mind is relaxed, the hunger, thirst and violence that come out of the depths of the bone marrow will permeate the whole body in an unstoppable state.

The essence absorbed from the heavens, earth, sun and moon, not only will not quench this thirst, but will be like water falling into oil, arousing the demonic power in the body and the residual heavenly thunder.

It was a kind of monster's predatory nature towards the weak, eager to tear apart all the flesh and blood in front of them, devouring them in the rain of blood, and even the soul was crushed into its own rich but evil mana.

However, even Hu Niang, who appeared in front of Qiao Heng the most times, did not notice this.

Qiao Heng's performance in front of outsiders always seems to be that calm and composed. If it was really difficult, he spread out a Buddhist scripture and studied it with a calm mind.

In Hu Niangzi's opinion, the ancestor was as deep in the city as before, but I don't know why the ancestor suddenly became obsessed with the scriptures of those bald donkeys, and ordered them not to provoke mortals anymore, but he seemed to be more good-tempered than before.

It's just that no one dares to challenge the authority of the ancestor because of his good mood at this moment, and the ancestor always has his deep meaning in doing this.

Qiao Heng was well adapted to the obedience of these little demons, and he was never worried that they would disobey the orders of the old demons of Montenegro.

Most of them had already lived in the Ancestor's body before they had even transformed into shapes. Later, he grew up with the blessing of the ancestor's demonic power every day, and even turned into a human form, and they worshiped him like a god.

It is no wonder that the old demon of Montenegro has a gesture of keeping a plaything with him to the Hu lady who has been with him for the longest time.

Because in the eyes of the old demon of Montenegro, these little demons have to live by him since they were born, and they are born slaves that belong to him, even if they die, there will always be a substitute. Just as no one mourns for a bundle of weeds cut in their yard, he doesn't pay too much attention to these little goblins.

There is a natural cruelty in this indifference from the superiors.

At this time, Qiao Heng was indoors.

The huge room was empty, there were no coral treasure ornaments, and there were no famous calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall as decoration.

Since the old demon of Montenegro is a monster and does not need to maintain his routine like a human, his bed can be described as unpopular, except for Qiao Heng who found himself lying on the bed when he first crossed over, and he has never used it in the future.

Qiao Heng didn't like this lifeless feeling, so he opened all the windows and doors, and let the mountain wind pass through the room, blowing the beaded curtains and curtains.

It is the nature of this mountain-shaped body, Qiao Heng likes to step barefoot on the ground and get in close contact with the leylines, but he has always been cautious in front of people, and he can't do such behavior.

Fortunately, the floor in the room was neatly laid with wooden floors, and when he was alone indoors, he indulged a little.

In order to refine the demonic energy full of bloody intent and the residual power of thunder tribulation in this body as soon as possible, Qiao Heng deliberately took the time to carve a string of Buddhist beads for himself on this day. This is not the first time he has carved such a string of beads, practice makes perfect, and it didn't take much thought.

He carved the Diamond Sutra on it and wrapped it around his wrist. Usually when he has nothing to do, he uses his sleeve to block it to prevent accidentally injuring many ghosts around him.

It would be nice if this string of Buddhist beads could be consecrated by a real monk, Qiao Heng felt a little pity.

It's just that now he can't restrain this demonic spirit very well, let alone go to the temple to seek help from senior monks, it is estimated that before the person arrives, the demonic energy has covered the sky and the sun, attracting capable people from all walks of life to come to kill the demons.

Mrs. Hu was holding a large bouquet of freshly broken peach blossoms in her arms, and she came here to ask to see her ancestor. I saw that the ancestor was leaning on a pillar and standing on the ground, and he was holding a scroll of scriptures written on a silk scroll and offering it to the little demon at the bottom not long ago.

The bright yellow scroll was extremely long, and one end rolled casually at the feet of the ancestor, and the other end was held in his hand.

The faint Buddha light on the scroll stabbed Mrs. Hu was a little painful, just now she at first glance, she thought that the ancestor was holding a ray of sunlight picked from the sky at noon, and I don't know how the ancestor could endure this Buddha light, calm down to read the scriptures above.

Hu Niangzi knew that although the ancestor had never looked at her, he actually knew that she was coming. Her eyelashes twitched, and she called out loudly, "Ancestor. 」

She stepped forward with the peach blossoms in her arms and said softly, "Ancestor, the concubine saw that the peach blossoms on the mountain were blooming just right today, so she picked a big handful and sent it to the ancestor to take a look. 」

Qiao Heng glanced at her.

This is really a flower offering to the Buddha, what is not on this mountain that is his?

He sighed, "Just say anything straight. 」

Lady Hu listened to the words of the ancestor, and hurriedly said her intentions: "Ancestor, there is a little sister in the concubine who has been calculated by the monks, and the Taoism that has been cultivated for many years has disappeared, and she has come to take refuge in the concubine, I don't know if I can let her come to the mountain too?"

Qiao Heng really didn't know that Hu Niangzi also had a so-called little sister, so he casually asked, "Isn't your little sister also a fox spirit?"

Mrs. Hu nodded shyly.

Qiao Heng didn't casually agree to come down because Hu Niangzi opened her mouth to say this. He didn't know what her little sister had done to be targeted by the monk, and if he was to blame, he would be nosy if he interfered without permission.

"How did she provoke the monk?" he asked, putting the scroll away.

Mrs. Hu said, "The little sister of the concubine is not angry, she actually fell in love with a scholar in Huzhou stupidly. What is the scholar's name Zong Xiangruo, the two were in love at the beginning, but a monk came out of nowhere and revealed her true identity. The scholar was also a fool, he was moved by the monk's words, set a trap, and my little sister was arrested. If it weren't for the scholar's sudden reluctance to let her out, she would have turned into ashes and died on the spot, but even if she escaped, she wouldn't be able to save herself. 」

"It's all like this, she is still thinking about the old love, and she is sending medicine to the scholar to cure the disease, and she is trying to marry a bride for him, and she came to the concubine for help when everything is done. 」

With Mrs. Hu's description, Qiao Heng's movement of scrolling the scroll became slower and slower, and finally he stopped suddenly.

The Buddhist beads he wore on his wrist pulled back his thoughts, and he heard himself ask Mrs. Hu, "Is that what the wife of the third lady of the lotus flower is called?"

Mrs. Hu was stunned for a moment, and she said, "The concubine's body is not clear, I only know that her original form is a red lotus in the South Lake. 」

Hearing this, Qiao Heng was already sure of the guess in his heart.

He knew that this story had appeared in a certain chapter of Liao Zhai Zhiwei, and the name of the story was called the Three Ladies of the Lotus. He even knew that the three ladies of the lotus flower later gave birth to a son for the surname of the sect, and the three ladies of the lotus flower said goodbye to the clan after six or seven years of love.

He thought it was just a world based on an unknown version of A Chinese Ghost Story, but he was wrong at the beginning.

Qiao Heng looked at Mrs. Hu and said, "Let her come." You find a place to put her down, you don't have to bring her to me. 」

A smile appeared on Mrs. Hu's face, she tentatively handed over the peach blossoms she had picked to Qiao Heng, and then said, "The concubine thanked the ancestor for my sister. 」

Qiao Heng hugged the peach blossoms in his arms, and the scripture scroll fell to the ground.

After Mrs. Hu left, he looked at the peach blossom in his arms and fell silent.

Talking about different things......

Since he knew what kind of world this was, Qiao Heng appeared in front of the demons and ghosts less often.

However, to the horror of all the demons, the majestic demonic qi that belonged to the ancestor of the Black Mountain that was scattered on the mountain was actually getting thinner and thinner, and the last time it appeared in this situation

, or in the days when the ancestor fell asleep after the catastrophe of the thunder.

If it weren't for Qiao Heng's occasional appearance in front of the demon slaves and ghost servants, all the demons would think that he had another accident.

The strong demonic power of the Black Mountain Ancestor was accumulated after thousands of years of cultivation and plundering, and it was not an overnight achievement to refine it all, so Qiao Heng had to temporarily find a way to rein in this sky-rushing demonic energy.

In the once empty room, there is now an extra vase, which is inserted with the peach blossoms folded by Hu Niangzi that day, and under the nourishment of demonic power, they are still blooming undefeated today.

He approached the vase, bowed his head slightly, and the delicate petals did not tremble in any way, for there was no breath leaking from his lips and nose, and this body did not need to breathe.

Qiao Heng straightened up and put his hand on his left chest, and he closed his eyes.

Time passed slowly, and when he opened his eyes again, he felt the slow but steady and powerful beating under his palms again.

His chest rose and fell slightly with his heartbeat as he breathed.

Although it was all disguised, at least now it was more like a person.

When Qiao Heng appeared in front of Hu Niangzi again, she almost thought that it was a living person standing opposite.

The demonic aura that could bring endless pressure to many demons was gone, and his breath was warm and she listened intently, and she heard an organ called a heart beating in his chest.

As we all know, the ancestor's original form was a stone mountain, so after he turned into a human form, he was as cold and impersonal as his real body. However, now that only a few changes have been made, the feeling that the ancestor gave her has changed.

He is a mountain, a mountain, he should be standing alone in the clouds, but now he has turned into a mortal.

Hu Niangzi looked at the big demon almost intoxicated.

She heard the old ancestor say to her, "I am going to be away for a while, and my return date is uncertain. When I'm not there, don't go back and forth with Lanruo Temple, that grandma is not a good person. 」

Hu Niangzi didn't understand what the ancestor meant for a while, and then exclaimed, "Didn't the ancestor leave alone?

"I'm on my own. 」

That means she doesn't even have it. Seeing that the ancestor was unmoved, Hu Niangzi thought with some anxiety that since the ancestor woke up, she hadn't been very close to her.

"Old Ancestor, can't the concubine really follow him down the mountain?" she asked without giving up.

Qiao Heng said, "If you really want to leave with me, just turn into your original form. 」

He knew that after these monsters turned into human forms, they rarely showed their original forms in front of others, as if they were ashamed to do so, so he didn't think that Hu Niangzi would agree. The old demon of Montenegro summoned her and came and went, and she politely said that she wanted to accompany him down the mountain. After he left, she was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, and secretly rejoiced that it was too late, how could she really agree.

Hu Niangzi whimpered, as if she was a little aggrieved. In the next moment, her human form vanished, and a red fox that shrunk to the length of her forearm appeared.

Qiao Heng looked at her for a while, then chuckled and bent down to stretch out his hand.

The fox shook its ears and jumped into his arms, its furry tail wrapped around his wrists.

Qiao Heng drew a talisman in the air with one hand, sealing the demonic qi in her body, which could only be regarded as faint compared to him, and said, "Okay, let's go. 」

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