After Sanqing and Zhou Qingli obtained the "Yin" plate in the small western-style building in the backyard of the Lu family, they quickly returned to the outskirts of the city, Hu Sheng's house. It's just past noon, the rest of the people haven't come back, even Hu Sheng and Mu Yi don't know where they went, only Sanqing and Zhou Qingli were left in the living room, each leaning on a chair, Zhou Qingli wanted to ask something more, but when he saw Sanqing closed his eyes as if he had fallen asleep, he didn't speak, but also chose to close his eyes and recuperate.

In fact, Sanqing did not fall asleep, but tried to communicate with the Taoist priest who lived in his body. But this time he failed. So he really fell asleep.

When Sanqing opened his eyes again, it was already sunset, and in the living room, Hu Sheng and Mu Yizheng stared at each other and didn't know what they were arguing about, and then people returned to this humble base one after another. First Anzi and the second master, then Ren Huang and Bazi, and finally Soul Haoxuan and Yi Jianxi.

When it was getting dark, everyone gathered, and the small living room was packed. As the overall person in charge of this operation, Zhou Qingli came forward to convene a formal meeting.

"Have you picked up everything?" Zhou Qingli walked to the middle of the living room and asked in a deep voice.

No one answered, but all diǎn heads.

"Take out all the stone tablets you have taken!" Zhou Qingli continued.

As soon as Zhou Qingli finished speaking, Sanqing took out the "Yin" card he had taken out with him and put it on the table in the center of the living room. Then, Anzi also put the fire card he got on the table, and Yi Jianxi handed in the "Ze" card that he had obtained after going through all difficulties on behalf of his team. After everyone handed over the "key", Ren Huang carefully took out the word "mountain" from Bazi's bag and put it on the table reluctantly.

"I still have two more here!" After everyone had handed in the stone tablets, Sanqing suddenly spoke, and then he got up and left the living room directly and went back to his room, and returned to the living room after a while, and put the "wind" card he first got and the "water" card he got the day before on the table.

Zhou Qingli walked to the table and glanced at it, and the six stone tablets of "mountain", "water", "wind", "fire", "ze" and "yin" were neatly patted on the table.

He pondered for a moment, then said, "These stone tablets are to be kept ♂by you first, .♂♂♂▲.≈os_ (); This sentence he said to Sanqing.

Sanqing raised his eyebrows, didn't say anything, stepped forward and put away the six stone tablets and put them back in the room. When he returned to the living room, Baziti yì shared their experiences today. Then regardless of whether others agree or not, he began to tell his experience today, and praised Ren Huang by the way, saying how he was witty, if he hadn't been able to find the "mountain" card, this time the sycophant made Ren Huang a little fluttering, and his face was full of pride.

After Bazi, the second master also told about the experience of their group in the abandoned factory, and in the process, Anzi's mind suddenly appeared that scene of the fire engulfing countless people, and a painful wail sounded in his ears, and he felt unwell. When it was Soul Haoxuan and Yi Jianxi's turn, Soul Haoxuan said "boring" and then left the living room directly, but Yi Jianxi blushed for some reason! Sanqing on the side saw some doorways, a wicked smile appeared on his face, and he secretly said in his heart: "There is content!"

In the end, when it was Zhou Qingli and Sanqing's turn to tell, Sanqing casually made up a thrilling story to fool the past, but it made everyone present yearn for it, especially Mu Yi, who was an apprentice, and Hu Sheng, who already admired Sanqing, and followed the story made up by Sanqing, as if he was in it. Only Zhou Qingli, who really understood the truth, scolded silently in his heart: "This kid's ability to talk nonsense is really incoherent!" But recalling what he experienced with Sanqing today, it was really no worse than the story made up by Sanqing, so he couldn't help but sigh, which added points to Sanqing's story.

Seeing that everyone listened carefully, Sanqing also said hard, and made up a story for nearly half an hour, until he couldn't make it up anymore before he stopped the car. Finally, he reminded everyone not to look for the remaining stone tablets at night, because it is easy to have accidents in long nights, so in order to avoid extraneous branches, it is better to wait for the next day to dawn before acting. Everyone agreed, and then they went back to the base camp.

On the way back, except for Bazi and Ren Huang, one patted the fart right and felt that the future was brighter, and the other was patted on the back, and the rest of the people seemed to be worried.

Yi Jianxi was thinking about what he had experienced with Soul Haoxuan under the swamp, as well as some of Soul Haoxuan's words, while Zhou Qingli was thinking about two questions that he couldn't figure out, who was the owner of the voice, and how did the fox in the painting move?

Purple Mountain, Lu's Annex, Lu Tingxuan, who returned from Qixia Mountain, came to the backyard alone and walked into the dark small western-style building. He had a habit of reciting Buddhist scriptures every day in a dark environment, and today is no exception. As soon as he walked into the living room, he felt that something was wrong.

"Do you have anything to say to me?" he said, closing his eyes and speaking in the darkness.

In the next second, the little white fox in the four paintings all stood up, opened their eyes in the dark, and four green lights flashed in the living room, one of the little white foxes slowly walked out of the picture and fell lightly to the ground, Lu Tingxuan squatted down, and the little white fox happened to walk beside him and whispered in his ear.

"Oh, it's really getting more and more interesting?Okay, I don't blame you, it's okay to let them take it!" After listening to the little white fox's whisper, Lu Tingxuan stood up again and said with a sneer.

The little white fox walked back into the painting, Lu Tingxuan walked around the tea table, sat cross-legged on a dark red futon, and began to silently recite the Heart Sutra that he had been reciting for ten years, but today his mood was a little chaotic, and there was a murderous aura in the Heart Sutra. The red sandalwood Buddha beads in his hand are broken.

Born at the beginning of the new year, a county in the mountainous area of Fujian, two figures slowly entered the city, to be precise, a young man in ancient scholar costume with an old yellow dog slowly entered the city, this person and a dog are leisurely, there is no shadow!