Entering the door is a wide hall, the hall is filled with a musty smell that has not been cleaned for a long time, the thick dust is carried up by the footsteps of everyone, drilled into the nose, itching is uncomfortable, the surroundings are dark, even if the left and right walls are designed with floor-to-ceiling windows, but in the moonless night, there is still no effect, I don't know when the wind blows outside, the sound of the wind blowing on the glass resounded in the hall without light, which makes people feel a little hairy.

"Puff, puff" Wang Cheng covered his chest, feeling that the heart that was about to jump out of his chest kept tapping his palm, and his footsteps quietly moved towards the side of Master Wuxiang. Although it was pitch black in the hall, everyone stopped as soon as they entered the old villa, so they basically stood together, although Wang Cheng only quietly moved a few small steps, but they all fell into the eyes of several people, Zhu Chenyang was disdainful, Eleven, Han Leng, Master Wuxiang and Monk Wuxiang were indifferent, Fang Jiaqi was blushing, because he also thought so just now, but he didn't move as fast as him. Lin Haotian was the only one of the eight who didn't notice Wang Cheng's small movements, because he was now only looking around to hide his fear.

"Ahem!" Fang Jiaqi coughed lightly, feeling that if he didn't make a sound, the silence around him would be even more depressing, "Speaking of which, we haven't introduced ourselves yet." I'll come first, my name is Fang Jiaqi, a first-year junior high school student at Beihua College. ”

"Amitabha, the little monk's Dharma number is not lost, and the waiter of the Zen Temple of Baoguang Temple." The younger monk bowed to everyone and said, "This is my master, Master Wuxiang. ”

"Amitabha, good, good." Master Wuxiang lowered his head slightly and saluted everyone.

"I'm, I'm." Someone was distracted by talking, Lin Haotian was no longer afraid, and pointed at himself with a smile and said, "My name is Lin Haotian, just like him, the first year of junior high school in Beihua College, hehe!" Master, you must be a high-ranking monk, and you will definitely cover me later! Lin Haotian smiled flatteringly at Master Wuxiang, and didn't care if others could see it in this dark night.

"Ahh Why are you still afraid of this district, district, ghosts, and houses, and you still need others to cover them? Zhu Chenyang was still angry about Lin Haotian's verbal harassment of his sister just now, and said provocatively sarcastically, "I see, don't call Lin what heaven, it's just right to call him a god stick!" ”

"What do you say! Uncle Ben's dignified disciple of the Taoist priest of Maoshan Mountain, does the haunted house still need to be covered! It was a pure slip of the tongue just now, you said yes, two tubes! Lin Haotian gritted his teeth and fought back at Zhu Chenyang.

"What did you just call me?" Zhu Chenyang's eyes almost erupted into flames.

"Ah~~ Aren't you called Erjizi?" Lin Haotian said with a serious thinking look, and the tone was full of hatred.

"Divine stick! If I don't teach you a good lesson today, I won't call Zhu Chenyang! Zhu Chenyang threw off his arms and was about to deliver a left hook.

Seeing this, Han Leng hurriedly grabbed Zhu Chenyang, "Don't make trouble!" Han Leng glanced at Lin Haotian and appeased Zhu Chenyang again. Even in this dark scene, Lin Haotian still felt the murderous aura from Emperor Han. Suddenly withered, and replied with a shy and flattering face: "Yes, yes, yes." Isn't it too quiet, cheer everyone up. ”

Han Leng ignored him, tugged Zhu Chenyang's arm, and motioned to Zhu Chenyang to ignore him, "He, Zhu Chenyang; I, Han Leng. The concise one couldn't be more concise, but Leng didn't confuse the identities of the two.

Han Leng turned his head and was about to continue his incisive introduction to introduce Eleven when Eleven opened his mouth, "Liu Weiling, a fifth-grade student in the primary school of Beihua College. ”

"Good, good." Master Wuxiang, who had not spoken much, was a little surprised when he listened to Eleven's introduction, and said with some emotion, "The little donor is a descendant of the Liu family. ”

A sentence that I didn't understand too much, only Zhu Chenyang, Han Leng and Eleven and the three people understood. Han Leng only frowned slightly, but Zhu Chenyang snorted and turned his head, not knowing whether it was arrogance in favor or disdain in denial. The others all looked confused.

"Descendants of the Liu family, which Liu family? Is your home famous? Lin Haotian asked in surprise, with a population of 1.4 billion in the country, there are at least tens of millions of people surnamed Liu, in addition to Liu Bang and Liu Bei, are there any other celebrities in the Liu family? Aren't you brothers and sisters, why is one surnamed Liu, the other surnamed Er, ah no, it's the surname Zhu (Zhu)? Lin Haotian was not afraid of death and teased again.

"Your surname is 'Pig', and your whole family is surnamed 'Pig'! No, my surname is 'Pig', no, my surname is Zhu, not 'Pig', ah-" Zhu Chenyang was already incoherent, grabbed a few handfuls of beautiful blonde hair, and almost went crazy.

"This Zhu Shizhu thinks he took his father's surname." Master Wuxiang interrupted Zhu Chenyang's entanglement in a timely manner, otherwise, with the limited knowledge of China in his head, it is estimated that he will have to wait until dawn to figure out the difference between 'pig' and 'Zhu'.

"Father's last name?!" Fang Jiaqi suddenly made up for all kinds of love, hatred, hatred and hatred between Zhu Chenyang and Eleven's father and mother, and finally separated the two brothers and sisters. Looking at Eleven and Zhu Chenyang, his eyes were even more sympathetic and pitiful, but unfortunately, it was dark all around, and no one could see it.

Although Master Wuxiang couldn't see in this dark night, his ears were quite sensitive, and when he heard Fang Jiaqi's words, he knew from the tone just now that he had misunderstood. But it's hard to say anything himself, after all, he has only heard about the Liu family, and he doesn't know much about it. Thinking of this, I won't say more.

"In the end, I was the only one left, my name is Wang Cheng, the deputy manager of the Korean Group. Just outside I ...... Yes! Before the middle-aged Wang Cheng finished speaking, he only heard two 'dong dong' sounds from the ceiling, which frightened Wang Cheng and hurriedly hid behind Master Wuxiang.

"Wow - upstairs, what's upstairs?" Lin Haotian also wanted to jump behind Master Wuxiang, but he could take a step slower and be preempted by Wang Cheng. I had to turn around and hide behind him. Anyway, they are all high monks, and they will definitely be able to protect themselves. Lin Haotian thought so.

"Cut!" Regarding Lin Haotian's behavior, Zhu Chenyang directly used the most primitive attitude to express his disdain for him.

In the dark of night, the 'dong dong' upstairs echoed in the hall. Everyone stared at the ceiling with bated breath. "Shall we go up and have a look?" Fang Jiaqi swallowed his saliva and asked.

"Go up and have a look!" Han Leng took out a flashlight from his backpack and took the lead towards the stairs, Master Wuxiang and Monk Wuxiang followed, and the people who followed closely to the master and Monk were Wang Cheng and Lin Haotian, Fang Jiaqi gave himself courage and followed. Zhu Chenyang, who was walking last, took Eleven's hand and was about to follow, but found that she was staring at the door on the left motionlessly.

"What's wrong?" Zhu Chenyang looked up, and could only see the general outline of the door, and the others were not real.

"No, let's go up too." Eleven retracted his gaze and said lightly. took Zhu Chenyang's hand and trotted all the way to follow.

In the center of the second floor is a small living room, through which the stairs are fronted by a floor-to-ceiling window, half of the lily door hanging on the balcony and the other half hanging on the wall, making a 'squeak' sound with the night breeze. The shabby curtains slightly obscured some of the starlight, making it even more inconvenient for everyone in the room. There are a few sofas scattered in the living room, which are not only dusty, but also dilapidated. The surrounding walls, because of their disrepair, can almost see the red bricks inside under the strong light of the flashlight. The peeling wall skin and some broken furniture debris were scattered wantonly on the floor of the living room, and when you stepped on it, they turned into powder and disappeared into the cracks of the furniture wreckage.

"Do you see what the sound was just coming from?" As soon as Fang Jiaqi finished asking, the rat kept 'snorting' through his feet. "Ahh

"What, just a mouse. I'm scared to death Uncle Ben! Lin Haotian patted his chest and comforted himself, "Hey, the 'dong dong' sound is gone, it is probably the footsteps of mice, really!" Lin Haotian stood up from behind Master Wuxiang, turned on the flashlight in his hand with a 'snap', and began to look at the haunted house.

"You brought a flashlight?" Fang Jiaqi asked him in surprise.

"Of course, if you come to a haunted house at night, you can't go on an adventure without a flashlight! Hee-hee-" Lin Haotian played with the flashlight in his hand and smiled angrily.

If you don't take it out just now, in this dark haunted house, there is a beam of light, how reassuring it is, don't you know? Fang Jiaqi thought so, but he didn't say it.

"Here's for you!" Han Leng magically took out a flashlight from his backpack, although this flashlight was much smaller than the flashlight in Han Leng's hand. Throw it to Zhu Chenyang casually, then glance at Fang Jiaqi and say, "I only brought two." ”

Fang Jiaqi suddenly felt the urge to cry, big brother, why don't you bring two more! Even if you don't want to bring more, you can tell me in advance, I can help you bring it! Fang Jiaqi burst into tears in his heart.

"Why didn't you bring it to me just downstairs?" Zhu Chenyang turned on the mini flashlight and asked casually.

Han Leng was silent for a moment, and replied bluntly: "I forgot just now." ”

Zhu Chenyang's hand holding the mini flashlight couldn't help but pause, "This can also be forgotten!" Han Leng didn't answer, and turned his head awkwardly to hide his embarrassment.

"Master, let's go over there and have a look." Without the weird sound, Lin Haotian was a lot bolder, took a flashlight, and walked to the second bedroom on the left.

"Amitabha." Master Wuxiang didn't say much, and followed with a good loss.

"I'll check it out too." Wang Cheng didn't want to follow the master's footsteps.

"Let's go too." Zhu Chenyang took a mini flashlight and chased after Han Leng, Eleven, and Fang Jiaqi.

The second bedroom on the left is about thirty or forty square meters. The floor was a mess, and like the living room, it was mostly the remains of peeling walls and furniture. The wooden remains of the furniture, which had long since begun to decay, were heard from time to time as everyone walked on it, the sound of breaking the furniture, and the creaking sound of the worn-out floor. The only thing in the room that was still intact was a bed near the window. The white sheets had turned gray, and the corners around them had long been torn, as if they had been gnawed by something. The thin blanket on the bed, even though it had long since faded, was still neatly spread on the bed, and the corner was slightly lifted, as if the owner had just gotten up and gone out.

"This house really should be demolished, it's all in danger!" Fang Jiaqi followed the light of Lin Haotian, Han Leng, and Zhu Chenyang's flashlights and briefly looked at the second bedroom.

"The furniture is broken like this, this house is a little old." Zhu Chenyang casually picked up a wooden stick at his feet, looked at the shape, it should be the legs of a table and chair, pinched it casually, only to hear a snap, the wooden stick broke in response, and handed it to Han Leng's face, "Look, this wooden furniture has rotted like this." ”

"Well, I don't know the specifics." Han Leng frowned and said.

Seeing this, Wang Cheng hurriedly ran over and explained to everyone, "This house was built in the 80s of the last century, and the owner at that time was a well-known rich man in this area, but the house was built for a few years, and suddenly the family moved, and no one knows where it went." Hehe, after that, there were several owners who changed owners during this house, and they couldn't live for a few years, either because of bankruptcy or because someone in the family died, and they all moved out in the end. After that, it was rumored that there was a ghost in this house, and no one dared to buy it. As for why it fell into the hands of the Han family, the twists and turns in the middle Han Leng also understood that the Han family scoffed at the rumors that there were ghosts, and if there were ghosts, they would directly remove him, wouldn't it be better to have no ghosts, buy at a low price and sell at a high price, this is the royal way to make money in the business world, isn't it.

"Rich man, let's see if there are any valuable guys left!" Saying that, Lin Haotian took a flashlight and carefully searched for the only intact bed, "Only here is the most intact in the whole room, maybe there will be good things." As soon as he finished speaking, he reached out and lifted the blanket. A pair of eyes that shimmered green suddenly peeked out of the blanket. "Ahh!!h Lin Haotian, who was caught off guard, was so frightened that he hurriedly threw off the blanket, his right hand was weak, the flashlight fell to the ground with a snap, and the light in the room suddenly dimmed a lot.

"Beware, donor!" Master Wuxiang suddenly stepped forward and pushed Lin Haotian away, and the rosary wrapped around his left hand flew out at once, hitting the blanket, and a black shadow quickly rushed out from under the blanket and jumped on the windowsill. In an instant, the temperature in the room dropped several degrees, the dilapidated windows snapped against the edges, and everyone only felt a chill, and they could faintly hear the roar of something.

"What's going on?" Han Leng frowned and tapped the flashlight in his hand, why did it suddenly stop lighting when it was fine just now?

"What's that sound?" Fang Jiaqi grabbed Zhu Chenyang beside him tightly and asked, now there is only a mini flashlight left in Zhu Chenyang's hand in the team, grabbing his hand, Fang Jiaqi seems to have grabbed the last light in the night, and he is a lot more relieved.

"How do I know! Hey, don't hold me! Zhu Chenyang wanted to peel off Fang Jiaqi's hand, but he didn't want to think that Fang Jiaqi's strength was not small, and Zhu Chenyang really didn't have a problem with him for a while.

"Let's get out first!" Eleven shouted loudly, the feeling that was not clear just now, it is clear now, there is really a big guy here! Eleven took out the Soul Destroying Bead in his pocket and held it in his hand.

"Let's go!" Master Wuxiang pulled up Lin Haotian, who was still squatting on the ground with weak legs and feet, and ran back. Seeing this, everyone did not hesitate, and collectively turned around and wanted to run back.

The temperature in the room suddenly dropped sharply, and a piercing scream passed through the eardrums to everyone's brains, and everyone felt dizzy.

"Don't listen! Come on! Eleven shouted. Everyone hurriedly blocked their ears, but the voice was still lingering in their heads, and everyone was already lying on the ground with their heads covered and howling before they reached the door.

"When contemplating the bodhisattva of self-reliance, when he walks in the deep prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he is suffering for a while. The relics are not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, and the same is true when you want to know it. The relics are the empty phase of the Dharma, not born or destroyed, not dirty and impure, not increased or reduced...... "Master Wuxiang protected everyone and disciples, and the monk slowly chanted the scriptures, and the unique solemnity and compassion of Buddhism made everyone's stabbing heads feel a lot more comfortable. Seeing that everyone's faces were much better, Eleven looked at his brother again, and saw a cloud of blue light in his heart faintly shining under his shirt before he relaxed, turned his head, his brown eyes looked through the lenses of his glasses, and looked straight at the black shadow with a pair of green eyes on the windowsill, Eleven's emotionless eyes looked at it indifferently, and the empty and indifferent voice sounded in the solemn chanting.

"You are yin, this is yang, why stay?"