The moon in the sky looked closely, black, red, black, red, and looked at the madman.

Hongchen's black hair was covered with a layer of mist, and he quietly entered the old teaching building, and as soon as he reached the top floor, he saw some speckled flashlights.

"Ahh

There was a short scream in front of him.

Hongchen looked up and was speechless - three students, a man and two women, were huddled together tremblingly, their eyes closed, and their mouths were gimbled up: "If you come to the Buddha, Christ Jesus, don't care who it is, bless us." ”

It turns out that I know to be afraid!

Hongchen looked at it, there was a desk on the ground, a piece of paper was spread on it, and there was a ballpoint pen next to it, and there were a lot of messy lines drawn on the paper, so that there were few words that could be distinguished.

"Ahem."

Hongchen coughed.

One of the female classmates shuddered, then slowly opened her eyes, took a flashlight to shine, saw her feet, and exhaled softly: "Whew, classmate, what are you doing here in the middle of the night!" ”

Hongchen: "......"

It was as if I wanted to come.

In the middle of the night, who doesn't want to sleep honestly in the quilt, this is wind and rain, and the most important thing is that there is an overwhelming evil atmosphere, and the work is not only laborious, maybe you have to work hard!

"Red Dust?"

Ming Wenwen was also there, I didn't know what to do with the flashlight just now, but when I came back at this time, I saw Hongchen and was immediately taken aback.

Hongchen smiled bitterly in his heart, but nodded slightly. He asked in a cold voice, "What are you doing?" ”

Several students looked at each other, but there was nothing bad to say about it, they were all their own classmates.

"It's not like I've heard it lately, in fact, there is a ghost in our school, it's Senior Sister Xiao's ghost, we don't know if it's true or not, so let's just come over today to recruit the pen fairy to ask, maybe we can just recruit Senior Sister Xiao."

While speaking, several students were scared and excited. Their voices trembled slightly.

Hongchen: "......"

These damned people!

She hoped for peace. Shun Shun passed on the spot, these students were so bold, thinking that Wang Dandan's idiots wanted to see the hell a while ago, she didn't know what to say.

To put it bluntly, I still don't quite adapt to this world. Can't understand the hearts of young children. At least she didn't understand. What's so fun about seeing ghosts, Sage Kong has said that worship ghosts and gods and stay away. If you don't listen to all the words of the saints, at least you have to listen to most of them.

"Since you're here, let's play together? It doesn't seem to have attracted anything just now, maybe next time, we will have a chance to see a great one. ”

Ming Wenwen said softly.

Her face, under the light of the flashlight, was green, and her eyebrows and eyes looked treacherous, happy for a while, confused for a while.

Hongchen glanced at her, and couldn't help but marvel, I have to say, this is indeed the darling of this world, and anything with a small probability can be bumped into, glanced around, slowly walked to a corner and stood still, leaned against the wall, and said silently: "Summoning the four gods of heaven and earth, the evil spirit of this place is not vented, and everyone makes the law unworkable!" ”

Ming Wenwen turned her head sharply and glanced at her, her face changed slightly, but she suddenly sneered.

A few students had just walked to the table when two classmates, a man and a woman, walked over, with the backs of their hands staggered and ballpoint pens in between.

Hongchen jerked up straight.

"The past life follows the previous life, I invite the past life to come, and here ......"

The two men read it over and over again.

As I read it, the wind suddenly rose.

A few students looked around, "It's so cold!" ”

"Hehe, there can't really be anything, right?"

Several people looked at each other and snorted.

There was a little girl who deliberately grimaced: "Yes, the ghost is coming, I am a ghost, I am a starving ghost, and now I will swallow you, swallow your ......"

The crowd laughed.

The laughter seemed to be unstoppable, and it was bursting and coming, one after another, and it became more and more terrifying in the dark environment.

Especially with the echo, it's like a child crying.

"Alright, alright."

The students finally felt a little creepy, "Stop playing, let's go back quickly, you don't have class tomorrow, I still have to ......"

Bang dang!

There was a loud bang.

Everyone was shocked.

A gust of wind blew, and the door to the staircase suddenly opened.

The two who were holding the pen suddenly stiffened, and they hit it several times like a pendulum, and they turned around slowly, like robots.

"Fang Mo, you can't let go until you send it away."

The other girl hugged her shoulders and frowned.

The wind roared around, as if a ghost was crying, the cold breath was permeated, and everyone's hands and feet began to disobey the call, especially the girls, who were so frightened that they were silent, and they felt the depression and fear that came to their faces......

At this moment, there was a sudden burst of singing in the air.

"Look at my face, why are you suddenly shy, are you carried away by my beauty. I know I'm perfect for you to get nowhere to go, but I'm just a little too cute......"

Jia Ling's 'feeling cute' appeared in such an environment, and the atmosphere that seemed a little terrifying just now was suddenly swept away.

"Hahaha!"

The crowd laughed.

Hongchen held up his mobile phone and listened to it there seriously, which made people watch it, and the funny effect was even more first-class.

Everyone writhed unconsciously, and no one saw the ballpoint pen on the table floating up and moving on its own.

If someone saw it, it wouldn't be strange to be scared to death or two.

But now it was uneventful.

"Let's go, if you don't leave, you really won't be able to go to class tomorrow."

Hongchen said with a smile, walked over very casually, and patted the backs of the two young boys and girls who were playing with the pen fairy.

The two of them were shocked, and they looked around in ignorance, their eyes confused.

Hongchen took out two red candles from his arms, electronic, and stuffed one, "Make do with the lighting, there is no electricity in the old school building, let's go." ”

Everyone else nodded.

In this kind of atmosphere now, they can't play any pen fairy games, where can they still be in that mood.

Ming Wenwen glanced at Hongchen quietly. Hongchen looked at her, with a bit of warning in his eyes.

The students went back to the dormitory to play games and had no dreams at night.

Get up in the second day......

"Hey, what's wrong with Fang Mo's clothes?"

Fang Mo was stunned.

On the hem of her pink short trench coat, there were two more pitch-black handprints, which were black, Fang Mo didn't feel anything at first, she just thought that someone had accidentally rubbed it, but together, her brain suddenly fell into a trance. The neck is sore and sore. Looking in the mirror, there was also a black handprint on the back of her neck, which hurt badly when she touched it.

When a few friends meet, Luo Yu, who played the pen fairy game with Fang Mo last night. There is also a black handprint on the back of the neck. The same goes for clothes. The two of them looked at each other, hairy, and frightened.

That boy Xu Tong is okay. The two girls almost didn't cry.

Luo Yu threw all the clothes, shoes and socks he wore that day into the garbage can, was stunned for a long time, and suddenly remembered something: "Oh my God, didn't we really meet dirty things last night?" ”

She also heard from her grandmother that one year there was a famine in the village, and many people died, and then they began to haunt again, but if anyone passing by the village at night, if they did not die the next day, they would leave some marks on their bodies, especially on their necks, some of which were black handprints and some of which were tooth marks.

There is a big immortal in their village, those people are scared in their hearts, and they all go to seek advice, but there is only one person in the big immortal, and they can't save so many people, sometimes, the spell magic weapon, and it may not be effective, and you may not use it at all, maybe it angers those ghosts, the big immortal will give the villagers a particularly useful method, when walking at night, sing loudly, the singing should be loud, the lyrics can be funny, can be majestic, or you can relax your mood, sing and walk at night, even if you meet ghosts to follow, you can be safe.

Not to mention, this thing is very useful.

Many villagers have benefited from this.

"My grandmother told me that singing at night can make people feel relaxed, so that they will not be suspicious of dark ghosts, and those ghosts can't find cracks, so they can't hurt people."

The big guy suddenly remembered the song that Hongchen played at that time, and looked at each other.

"I have to invite classmate Xia to have a meal when I go back."

Fang Mo felt that goosebumps had risen on his body, and the more he thought about it, the more afraid he became.

These students are afraid in their hearts, and it is also beneficial, and now when they mention the pen fairy and summon spirits, they can't wait to turn their heads and leave, let alone play.

This matter is far from over.

From the matter of the pen fairy, after no damage, it seems that the thing was stimulated to be ferocious, and there were accidents one after another, especially in July, at the beginning it was all a small matter, someone had a car accident at school, and someone suddenly fell without warning, and the injury was not serious, but it was extraordinarily relevant.

As soon as it was July, she was vigilant, but she was a little angry when she took precautions and missed that side.

Finally, something big happened on this day.

The fourth floor of the girls' dormitory caught fire.

At that time, many students were so frightened that they jumped directly down the corridor, and several of them broke their legs and arms, which was not bad.

Four students broke their necks and died.

In the Hongchen dormitory, Wang Dandan and the others were simply frightened.

They live in dormitory 419, which is very close to dormitory 412 where the fire started, and the disaster is particularly serious, because the fire broke out in the middle of the night, and the students woke up that the fire had burned out of control, and more than 50 female students were affected.

If they hadn't all moved off campus, they would have had to run into this fire.

The school attaches great importance to it from top to bottom, reassigns dormitories, dormitories where there is no accident, strictens management, and holds various meetings afterwards, the school leaders are anxious, and they have to deal with the media from outside, and the students are also afraid, and many people dare not live in the school.

Hongchen was also furious, it was the first time she had suffered such a big loss!

In the past in Da Zhou, whenever she made a move, she didn't dare to say that she was caught, there were always accidents, and there were always things beyond the reach of manpower, but there was never anything that dared to be so arrogant and domineering in front of her after she made a warning.

"I shouldn't have been in charge, but if you break the rules, don't blame me."

Hongchen's anger rose in his heart, but he calmed down, got up and went to Nanyang Temple, entered the temple gate, directly found the abbot, and then borrowed the demon pestle.

When she used it up that day, she returned to Zhao, and now she has to borrow it, this time the abbot didn't say a word, and honestly led Hongchen over and let her take the things away by herself.

The abbot probably can't help it. If he doesn't borrow it, people won't be able to take it?

"Amitabha, donor mercy."

"Master Abbot praised, the Buddha in Nanyang Temple seems to be particularly effective, and the incense ash is also a good thing."

The abbot was very conscious, and asked people to quickly bring her a set of Buddha statues that had been opened, and a gourd of incense ash.

Sending away Hongchen, the entire Nanyang Temple breathed a sigh of relief.

"I don't know which Bodhisattva this female benefactor came into, and going to our Nanyang Temple is the same as going home, just what you want."

Although the temple Buddha Bodhisattva has a spirit. They are also proud. But it was a young girl who could make the Bodhisattva manifest...... It's really hard to talk about.

The temple is now preaching, and it is only a passing mention of Hongchen, mainly talking about how to save the suffering and saving the Buddha in their own house.

Hongchen took all the things. Forget it. There is also a little bit of male blood in children. And this blood is exquisite, Zhao Xuan's is the best.

He has cause and effect with this matter, and he is not particularly close. It's fitting that it's not so alarming.

Hongchen called Zhao Rong.

She didn't want to deal with that little monster too much.

Zhao Rong received the call, hurriedly threw down all the work in his hand, notified the hospital, collected Zhao Xuan's blood sample, and went straight to Hongchen with it.

Zhao Xuan also followed.

He doesn't say anything about gods and Buddhas now, but he believes in it very much, just when he goes out, he wants to find someone to help move the Buddha statue in his house, but fortunately his eldest brother stopped it, and he doesn't want to think about it, can the Buddha statue move here today, and move there tomorrow? If you change to someone who doesn't believe in anything, you really don't feel comfortable in your heart.

Hongchen didn't say anything when he saw Zhao Xuan, took a blood sample, stuffed the entire glass test tube into a gourd filled with incense ash, sealed his mouth, and walked around, and went to the street where all kinds of magic weapons were sold.

This time, you don't have to be too particular about buying things, Hongchen didn't plan to choose carefully, so he found a small stall at random, and only bought some ancient weapons.

I don't know if it's because I didn't force it this time, so fate favored it extraordinarily, Hongchen squatted down, and saw a broken blade at first sight, and he was stunned.

It was carved with a strange pattern.

Like a sword, thin, narrow, and like a dagger.

Hongchen's face remained unchanged, and he took a look at several other ancient weapons first, one of them was also good, it was a short knife with a palm-sized slap, on which were written the four words Wang Huan cast, Wang Huan's two words were still simplified, and at first glance it was a modern blade, but it was made antique, and the name was relatively hidden, and it was estimated that it could still be sold as an ancient weapon.

Take it and look at it, pick a few particularly delicate, with broken blades, intact, the only common denominator, beautiful patterns, and then ask the price: "How much?" ”

The seller looked at it, and then looked at Hongchen, and saw that it was a young and beautiful girl, with the appearance of a student, and he smiled: "This pile is all one price, eighty for a handful, no two prices, you can choose." ”

Hongchen was also refreshed, and directly took out four red tickets and handed them over, and after receiving these weapons, he was ready to leave.

It contained the first one she saw.

Qingfeng in his sleeve was about to move, but he seemed to be a little hesitant, Hongchen patted it soothingly, now is not the time, it is not good to move too much on the street.

I went to another stall and picked up a bronze mirror, which was also antique, but it was definitely the same imitation.

Zhao Rong saw that she was over so soon, blinked, and was still a little unable to come back to his senses.

He has heard of it, this person is very difficult to serve, the last time he came to buy magic weapons, he was stunned and scared of a top magic weapon shop, closed for three days.

Zhao Xuan was disdainful, he really didn't understand, what was the person in front of him doing when he bought a bunch of rags, if he wanted antiques, his house would hide a room.

Hongchen was a little thirsty, looked around, and didn't see anyone selling drinks and mineral water, so he took out a bowl from his box and took it to an antique shop next to him to ask for a bowl of water to drink.

There happened to be an old man sitting at the door reading the newspaper, very polite, and brought his own teapot to pour it for her.

As a result, Hongchen handed the bowl over, the old man stretched out his hand and couldn't help but retract it, didn't speak for a long time, and directly stuffed the teapot to Hongchen.

"You bowl, I don't dare to take it, touch it a little, my coffin can't be saved!"

Good guy, look at the process, at least more than a thousand years ago, and it was also produced by the official kiln, and the fineness is good, even if it is a high imitation, the price is 200,000, people rush to ask for it, not to mention, with his experience. It's not like an imitation, it should be real.

Zhao Xuan: "......"

Hongchen drank the water, returned the teapot, and stretched. "Let's go, eat first, and work when it's dark."

Not far away is a small food shop, the signboard written on it is not clear, and the signature dish at the bottom, there is a Dongpo elbow.

Zhao Rong was also very satisfied, they were all tired.

Cars can't drive in this place. The Zhao brothers are also walking. There is also a beautiful woman Jin Yue who followed behind to help carry the bag, and it was definitely nothing if someone else walked such a little way, but several of them were from rich and noble families. The clothes you wear. Shoes under the soles of your feet. Everything is precious, but it is also expensive, and it is not suitable for long journeys.

I entered the snack shop. Putting the things in his hand on the chair, a few people didn't drink, and directly asked for rice and vegetables to fill their stomachs.

was eating and drinking, and someone next to him greeted: "Classmate Xia? ”

Hongchen looked back, it turned out to be Old Man Zheng, and her teacher Ren, or how to say it, this fate of people is really wonderful, such a big city, so once friends are separated, they may never see each other again, but a few strangers, three days and two ends will meet in various strange places.

In addition to Teacher Ren and Old Man Zheng, there is also a young man, dressed in a Mao suit, bronzed skin, twenty-five or sixteen years old, Hongchen looked at it twice, this person's breath is calm, the aura is compelling, and it is a bit interesting.

Old Man Zheng was very enthusiastic, and came over to talk to Hongchen, with a face full of gratitude: "Oh, Xiaoxia, I have to thank you." ”

Since his house put the hundred flowers on the map, his son's peach blossom luck suddenly came, recently, there are seventeen beautiful girls in the family alone, he remembers it, there are college students, there are little nurses, there are police flowers, there are military flowers...... Well, he thinks the little widow is nothing, but he has two children, and he doesn't know if Ou Chen's kid is happy or not.

Teacher Ren rolled his eyes.

Red dust is also good.

It seems that Ou Chen has not had a very good time recently, but he is a soldier, and he has not gone home for many years, and it is difficult to go home once.

As he was talking, the young man next to him looked at a few blades on Hongchen's table, his eyes lit up, and he suddenly interjected: "Little classmate, I like these blades of yours very much, how about selling them to me?" ”

Teacher Ren and Old Man Zheng both looked over.

Old Man Zheng rolled his eyes.

It's all this tatters, and it's a shame to give him in vain.

Hongchen looked at him with a smile: "Oh? Which one do you want to buy, and how much do you plan to pay? ”

The young man hesitated for a moment, coughed and said, "Why don't you give it all to me?" How about five hundred for me? ”

Old Man Zheng shook his head: "It's not worth it, it's not worth it." ”

Hongchen was happy, as soon as he stretched out his hand, he took out the broken blade with a special pattern, as well as the blade cast by Wang Huan, and pushed the others: "You have five hundred, three five thousand thousand, five thousand, two clear of the money and goods, and I will give you the money." ”

The young man was stunned for a moment, crying and laughing, and touched his head, is he a knowledgeable person? He was still lucky in his heart, thinking that the little girl was a little older, maybe she just knew a little bit of fur, hesitated, and her face was serious: "Little classmate, it seems that you are quite knowledgeable, so let's do it, the two ancient weapons in your hand are serious ancient weapons, but now the ancient weapons are not very valuable, or you can ask, I like this, so I love to collect, how about giving you a handful of 50,000?" ”

Old Man Zheng and Teacher Ren were stunned.

Especially Mr. Zheng, he also loves antiques, and his face is full of incredulity - just that rag? Worth 50,000?

But Hongchen pursed his lips and laughed.

"That's not good, that's what I promised......"

Before the words fell, only a buzzing sound was heard, and the broken blade in her arms flew out, and the green blade in her sleeve also separated, and the two became one, tightly fitting, and tightly fitting together.

Hongchen flicked his sleeves and pressed it against the table.

Old Man Zheng: "......"

Teacher Ren's feet were a little shaky.

Qing Feng's appearance has changed again, more like a thin sword, but it is still missing a part, above the sword body, the streamer is overflowing, and in Hongchen's ears, a trace of satisfied moaning is heard, and the voice is a little clearer than before.

Goo.

The young man swallowed his saliva, looked at Hongchen again, and after a while, his face turned red, and he bowed: "In the south of the Yangtze River, Gongsun Xun." ”

Hongchen smiled, stretched out a hand, clasped his middle finger down, made a gesture, and said softly, "Xia Hongchen." ”

Only the name was reported.

But as soon as he saw the gesture, this Gongsun Xun's face changed, and his gaze became a little strange - this gesture was not something that could be done casually.

There are ancient records in his family that as early as 800 years ago, there were cultivators in the world, who were canonized by the imperial court, but were not under the control of the imperial court, which was equivalent to Erlang God who listened to the tune and did not listen to the Xuan, and was highly respected, and the most respected elders among them could make such gestures.

At that time, cultivators did not need to mention their names and origins when they met, and they could make a gesture to each other to know the internal and external order.

However, these things have been lost for a long time, and not many people know about them, if he hadn't looked through that ancient book because of the Hundred Flowers Diagram recently, I'm afraid he wouldn't know, thinking of this, Gongsun Xun suddenly came back to his senses - what did Old Man Zheng say just now?

The Hundred Flowers Picture is from this person's hand? (To be continued.) )