This dilapidated temple is at the foot of Huanglong Mountain, maybe there was once a village or a mortal town here, Zhong Zhen found it a few days ago, and it seems that you can still see the old and broken rubble that has been eroded by the years for a hundred miles outside the temple.

Are all the people gone or dead? But that was a long time ago, the years were merciless, leaving only the remnants of this temple in the wind and rain, because it was carefully built at the beginning, only half collapsed.

A corner of the temple had been slightly cleaned by her, and a cheap defensive array was placed. The so-called cheapness is also compared to other formations with thousands of spirit stones, which cost more than three hundred spirit stones. Seeing that Xiao Bufan had used the defensive array, Zhong Zhen couldn't help but buy one, there was only one array flag, and throwing a spirit stone could be used for a long time, which could not only prevent snakes, insects and ants from entering, but also give a slight warning if someone came.

Putting down the cover in the defensive array, she planned to rest and sleep, the spiritual power needed to kill the demon beast was not much, but it was very soul-consuming, and she was so tired that she couldn't straighten her waist. In addition, he was penetrated by the wind and rain just now, and he only felt that his whole body was trembling, so he took out two futons and wrapped the blood fox cloak around his body.

For this kind of half-alive and half-dead taste, she is very difficult to let go, but because she can think and feel the cold of wind and rain, whether it is really on her body or on the so-called soul, Zhong Zhen still feels that it is a great luck not to be completely ignorant.

When there is no way back, you can only move forward, even if the front is full of thorns.

Thinking so, she slowly closed her eyes, and her heart calmed down a lot.

Someone entered the temple, the defensive array shook slightly, Zhong Zhen sat up suddenly, and quickly collected the formation.

As long as the other party doesn't use the divine sense, she won't see her, the bedding and other things are brought from the Qiankun mirror, and the monks' clothes can't make her feel any warmth.

There was no light in the temple, and the wind and rain were still outside. There are no stars and no moon in the sky. An oil lamp was lit, and the bronze lamp holder looked very ancient, I don't know how many years it was.

The person who lit the lamp was a tall, thin young monk. Jin Dan Xiuwei, wearing a spotless moon-white monk's robe, although it was raining outside, there was not a drop of water or mud on his body.

Holding an oil lamp in his hand, the monk's eyes were staring straight at Zhong Zhen. There was a look of surprise on his face.

His mouth moved, but he didn't make a sound.

He could see me, Zhong Zhen was much more surprised than this person, she didn't know what to do, and smiled at the monk.

In the Qiankun Mirror, although the ideas of people like monks are very strange, they are all kind-hearted people, and they often give porridge in the famine years, so although she is a little uneasy because the other party is a Jindan monk, she is not too worried.

The surprise on the monk's face quickly vanished. Regaining his composure, he put the oil lamp at the foot of the Buddha, then took out a futon and sat down with his face facing Zhong Zhen.

It should be a matter of course for a monk to enter a temple, but this is a temple that has been deserted for countless years, and there should be no monk at all. Jin Dan is a monk, Zhong Zhen didn't dare to move, and still maintained a friendly expression.

Although a man cannot be seen, a face full of compassion. A monk who is full of righteousness will always give people a little sense of trust.

"Master, can you see me?"

The monk nodded.

Speak directly, without the need for soul transmission. The other party could also hear it, Zhong Zhen was extremely surprised, "May I ask the master, why can't others see it?" ”

The monk stretched out a finger, raised his arm, and pointed his finger to his eyebrows.

This is a pantomime! Is he a mute?

"Master, you mean that you have one more eye than anyone else. You can see spirits like me. Although Zhong Zhen claimed to be a fairy, facing the other party at this moment was a serious Jindan monk, his cheekiness suddenly disappeared, and he couldn't help but become shy, and removed the word "immortal" in front of the fairy.

However, she did not admit that she was a dead person, and only the dead person of the original god remained.

The monk nodded again, and after nodding, he still looked at Zhong Zhen without blinking.

Could it be that he is a perverted monk who has one more invisible eye than others, and can see through clothes? Zhong Zhen shuddered, but the other party's eyes were not obscene.

He looked at it for a long time, and his fingers carved a line of words on the ground, the handwriting was strong and powerful, "Senior Sister Zhong, why are you here?" ”

"You...... Who are you? Zhong Zhen couldn't care about the cold, and jumped up from the futon in shock, which was too unusual.

The monk waved his sleeve lightly, and the words engraved on the ground disappeared, and he wrote another line of words: "The poor monk's name is Huiyan, and there was once an external incarnation called Ding Jiancheng." ”

"Senior Brother Ding...... You are Senior Brother Ding. Zhong Zhen was shocked.

She looked at the monk carefully, he was also tall and thin, but the monk was much fairer and more handsome, with an extremely dusty feeling. Because of his thin body, the monk's robe is wide, and he is almost weak. However, his lips are very similar to Ding Jiancheng, shaped like water chestnuts, slightly raised, as if he is smiling when he is not smiling.

Ding Jiancheng has always been talking, and he couldn't imagine that the monk who provided him with essence blood turned out to be a mute who couldn't speak.

No matter who he was, Zhong Zhen suddenly felt happy to be alive, even if it wasn't really dead and resurrected, but the other party did recognize her.

"I'm not Ding Jiancheng, but he's me." The monk carved a line of words on the ground.

The monks have always spoken in a godly manner, and at this point Zhong Zhen had understood it before, but this time she understood.

"No, he shouldn't be you, he's himself. It's a real person, just like me, a big living person. Zhong Zhen thought about it carefully and said.

These people who squeeze their sperm and blood really think that the people in the mirror are illusory.

The monk pondered quietly for a moment and nodded in agreement with Zhong Zhen's words. Since Senior Sister Zhong really appeared in front of him, then Ding Jiancheng also existed.

He suddenly turned to the hideous Buddha, picked up the oil lamp placed at the feet of the muddy Buddha, and blew on the bean-like flame on the lamp, and the lamp suddenly wavered.

Zhong Zhen had already seen that this lamp was absolutely extraordinary, and it must be some kind of strange treasure. The ruined temple leaked air everywhere, but the lights remained upright. Of course, the most striking thing is that there is not a drop of oil in a lamp that looks like an oil lamp.

The lamp, blown by the monk's words, swayed gently like a small red flower, swaying in the wind.

Not long after, a faint shadow appeared on the Buddha's body, a figure of a little girl who was less than ten years old, wearing the most common blue cloth clothes in the world, and her face showed infinite sadness and fear.

didn't even find that there was still a ghost hidden in the Buddha, Zhong Zhen was stunned, she had lived in this temple for a few days, and every time she came in, she would sweep it with her divine sense several times. (To be continued.) )