The five of them rode their horses and whipped up quickly, except for the lunch break to feed the horses forage, the rest of the time was used to hurry, although Leng Yao was a modern man who had never ridden a horse, but he carried the memory of his predecessor and all the skills of riding a horse, but he still felt very tired.

At this moment, the sky was already dark, and the three Taoist priests led Leng Yao and Leng Qingyun to a place called Lingzi Pagoda, which looked already dilapidated, with dense cobwebs and many sparse strips of cloth of various colors hanging on it. The three Taoist priests walked in first, and the hay on the ground was scattered all over the ground, looking not only depressed, but also very gloomy. Coupled with the cool breeze at night, it was a little cool, and as soon as Leng Yao came in, he kept rubbing his arms with his hands, as if this could bring him some warmth.

After the Taoist chief came in, he picked up hay and spread it out at the base of the wall, lay on it, and said with a beard: "I will stay here for one night tonight, this is not far from the place of the guillotine, and tomorrow morning we will have a round with the detective." It's so close to the place where the guillotation case took place, so it's no wonder it's so dark and terrifying. Leng Yao said as he held his body with his hands and curled up in a ball. Leng Yao felt a little like his hairs were blowing up, and his back was in a cold sweat.

A young Taoist priest said: "If you're afraid, don't follow if you're afraid, you are an ordinary man who follows us, and when the time comes, we will have to take care of you and catch demons and monsters, who has so much spare time." ”

"Okay, don't talk about it, save some energy and use it tomorrow, the young Taoist priest pouted and glanced at Leng Yao, then turned around and curled up to sleep. ”

"Alas, three Dao Masters, I don't know what your name is. Leng Qingyun said with a smile.

"That cheeky smile, this son is very humorous, I just asked this question today, my name is Tu Xingchen, those two are my junior brothers, one is called Zhang Yijiu, and the other is called Ruan Lingjue. ”

"Hehe, no wonder it's called Ruan Lingjue, it's so ruthless. Leng Yao laughed. Ruan Lingjue was unhappy when Tu Xingchen said a few words just now, and he said with a gloomy face: "It's rare to say to someone like you." He said without looking back, and went back to sleep. ”

Leng Qingyun and Tu Xingchen also smiled, children are children, willful. Tu Xingchen added.

Then the conversation changed and said: I don't know the name of the son?"

"My name is Leng Qingyun, he is my nephew, Leng Qingyundao. Tu Xingchen smiled, Okay, let's go to bed first, and work tomorrow with enough energy. ”

At this moment, the cold wind outside suddenly increased and blew. There was a flash of lightning and thunder, and it rained heavily.

I'll go, what's the situation, how can it change the sky, the wind blew the dust on the ground of the Lingzi Pagoda along with the grass on everyone's body, and they turned into gray people, like a few beggars, plus mixed with the cold wind, a few people felt a little cold, and couldn't sleep after getting up to dust dust. He simply burned the hay on the ground and the firewood left by the others in the past.

Everyone quietly tested the fire, the rain and wind were too loud, and they couldn't sleep at all.

"What do you say is the stall, it rains when we live in this broken ground this night, why doesn't it go down at the guest house, God has to get along with them, the man with a strange temper said. ”

"Okay, can you take care of this God? Why don't you go and fight with the sky?" Tu Xingchen said. ”

As soon as the words fell, the Taoist priest was struck by a lightning bolt, and he was convulsed by electricity for at least a sip of tea. His hair was unkempt and there was billowing smoke. The face was as black as a pot iron, and only two big eyes were dripping. Everyone burst into laughter.

"They all said that you should not disobey God, this time you will be punished. Tu Xingchen smiled a little quickly, and his chin couldn't close. Everyone couldn't help but laugh. Leng Yao gave him a blank look, wanting you to pretend to be forced, this time God can't get used to you!

In the second half of the night, the wind stopped, the rain stopped, and everyone was sleepy. They went back to their places and went to sleep.

In the second half of the night, the slightest sound can be heard. When a mosquito flies by, you can hear the sound of its wings vibrating.

Leng Yao was just about to close his eyes and sleep, when suddenly a white figure floated past him. "Who!" Leng Yao shouted.

What's wrong...... Everyone else was awakened by the sudden sound.

"I just saw a white figure float over my head, flashing and speeding. Leng Yao was nervous, he wouldn't have inherited the function of his predecessor that could see anything. Leng Yao, who was very complicated in his heart, fell into endless contemplation.

The young Taoist priest said: "Don't make a big fuss, there must be some little ghosts passing by here, and when they saw our three senior brothers, he didn't dare to provoke him because of his humble cultivation, so he took the opportunity to run." ”

"Mmmmmmmm ”

Leng Yao didn't pay attention to the figure just now, hoping that he was dazzled, or maybe his brain was full of problems in the past few days, so he was hallucinating.

He also fell asleep with the same sleepiness as in the first half of the night. At dawn the next day, everyone got up and prepared to go to the river they met yesterday to wash their faces and continue to hurry, but Leng Yao saw a few big words next to him, thank you.

"Come and see, how can there be words here, who wrote this. ”

Everyone heard what Leng Yao said, and they all came over to look at it curiously. Sure enough, there are words?

Everyone was puzzled, "It seems that there was no one when you came last night?" said the little Taoist priest. ”

Tu Xingchen walked to the wall with words, he wiped it with his hand, got his nose and sniffed it for a while before he slowly spoke: "This is written by a yin person, this character is written with rootless water and special ink from the underworld, and it will disappear at a specific time, and it is also written by a female ghost." ”

"Senior brother, how do you know that it was written by a female ghost?" The senior brother asked Tu Xingchen again. ”

"Because you see, the handwriting is immediately dry and gone, but there is no trace of the wall, what does this mean?"

"What does it mean?" the two little Taoist priests and Leng Yao's two uncles and nephews asked in unison.

"Because the female ghost has very little strength, and she is still a female ghost who doesn't have many spells. I just don't know how many of us have saved her, and she is especially grateful to this person who saved her. It seems that this female ghost is not bad-hearted!"

"Senior brother, Master said that whether it is a female ghost or a monster, after all, they do not belong to this world, and we must kill them all, otherwise one day their hearts will change, and our ordinary people will suffer. ”

"You kid, people are divided into good and bad people, and demons are also divided into good demons and bad demons, you can't generalize. I just don't know which person this female ghost has a relationship with us. Or maybe it's a bad relationship. ”