That night, the three of them all brought their equipment and pasted a talisman to ward off evil spirits, and Wu Meng led the Cheng brothers to the back mountain. Before leaving, it was nothing more than instructing Wu Youcai to take care of Huatun Village.

The three of them turned the mountain beam, and immediately saw a temple that could not be more old, its corners and eaves were covered with dust, it looked very gloomy, and it looked like a haunted house under the light of the stars.

At the entrance of the temple, there were a dry of hungry people of the Yellow River, all with yellow faces and thin muscles, still holding their feet, as if they were in the middle of an evil crowd at the door of the temple.

Look at the temple outline surrounded by green trees, flowers and plants, ancient trees towering to the sky, the green place of the fine climbing wall, covering a broken stone plaque, three big characters written on it "Nanke Temple".

Wu Meng strode forward and grabbed a hungry man:

"Don't rest here, this temple is a bit weird, be careful of being killed by ghosts at night."

The hungry man laughed miserably:

"Big official, what kind of ghost took his life, I am waiting for the Yang world, not the dog officials took their lives, they are all dead, is it possible that I can't choose a place to die?"

Wu Meng sighed and said no more.

On the side, Cheng Wanniu couldn't hold his breath for a long time, and asked loudly:

"You spineless bird men, you have lost your ambition so much, and the ants are still greedy for life, where are you like to send yourself to death."

But the starving man sneered:

"Mole ants? This good man, today's people, I'm afraid that life is not as good as ants, don't you want to stop me from going to find fun. ”

After that, he staggered into the Nanke Temple.

Wu Meng took Cheng Qianyuan and Cheng Wanniu and strode into the temple.

But seeing the surrounding ancient wood wolf forest, it is not clear between the nights, only a chic small building in the center of the temple, at this time the red light is tall, the warblers are singing and dancing, and there are beautiful women who come and go, and it seems that people who are dressed like dignitaries go in and out.

And those hungry people can only look for shelter from the wind and rain in the four corners, and there are often some maids who come to give them a hug, and for a time it turned out to be boundless spring.

Cheng Qianyuan looked up again, and saw that the thin man who had just talked to Cheng Wanniu was hiding on a dilapidated canopy boat docked with a beautiful maid at the moment, and the moaning sound was unbearable.

The three of them shook their heads and sighed, and walked along the stone bridge path to the red-lit building.

Along the way, Wu Meng repeatedly admonished Brother Cheng:

"When you see the master in a while, you can't answer questions at will. This old demon is said to have a breathtaking method, and it is very easy to fall under the control of the other party by answering at will. ”

As soon as he said this, Brother Cheng suddenly felt a chill on his back, as if although there would be demons and monsters that eat people's hearts and livers, Cheng Wanniu reached out from behind and had already touched the handle of the gauntlet axe.

The three of them crossed the stone bridge and came outside the door of the small red light building, and the sound of laughter was even worse, but the red men and green women who came and went as if they didn't see them at all.

Cheng Wanniu whispered in Wu Meng's ear:

"Why can't these singers see their legs and feet, but they walk fast one by one?"

The corners of Wu Meng's mouth twitched: "Haven't you heard that women in the underworld have no feet?" ”

His sentence was eerie and terrifying, and the roots of the two Cheng brothers exploded.

Wu Meng pushed the main door of the small building with his big hand, and the two doors opened halfway, and suddenly a cold fragrance wafted out.

But seeing that in the corridor of the house, there was a high chair with yellow flowers, on which sat an old man with a white beard, his eyes seemed to be blank, his eyes were half-squinted, and there seemed to be hundreds of wrinkles on his face, which showed that his life expectancy was high.

Behind the high chair is a golden Buddha statue, which is not big, only a meter high, but it scatters this golden light.

Under the chair is a young monk with a very handsome face and an unusual demeanor, who is really explaining the Buddhist scriptures to the old man at this moment.

In his right hand, he was a scholar, with a pale face, holding a black flute in his hand, playing by himself, and there were countless singing and dancing beauties below, either dancing, or showing their singing voices, so lively.

Wu Meng shouted: "Old lady Shou, Wu Meng's second visit, I hope you don't mind." ”

He made this sound, but he used the kung fu of the lion's roar at the bottom of the kettle, and the singing and dancing stopped for a while, and they all looked at the three people who came in.

The Cheng brothers wondered in their hearts, didn't they say that they came to get rid of demons, how did they become too guarded again.

The old man laughed:

"Wu Zhuangshi, I didn't expect that the strong man actually fell in love with it, but the old man Nan Ke Taishou has been out of office for many years, and it is rare to see an angry man come to visit, since this is the case, it is still the old rule."

Wu Meng shook off his robe and pointed at the Cheng brothers:

"These two people at least have the cultivation of Jin Dan, the old lady still has to look at it, please bet, he is my bet."

After that, he glanced at the Cheng brothers.

The two of them were smothered in the gourd at the moment, and they really didn't know what medicine Wu Meng was selling, and it was not easy to have a seizure.

Nan Ke Taishou's wrinkled face was smiling, and a pair of old eyes were shining at the moment, looking straight at Brother Cheng, and nodding frequently:

"Yes, yes, but it is two young men who are fierce and fierce, at least they can replenish the longevity of the old decay, last time Wu Zhuangshi lost half of his own essence and blood, if he loses again this time, I am afraid that he will become a dog with a broken spine like the hungry people at the door, hahahaha."

Wu Meng's face turned blue:

"Don't you need to remind me, I'm awake, please take your bets."

Nan Ke Taishou slapped the back door three times in a row, and the two ladies took out two teak trays.

When the Cheng brothers saw their daughter, they were stunned, the slightly older one on the left was the Zhao lady who was begging at the Yellow River crossing, and the young one on the right was her daughter Zhao Li.

Cheng Qianyuan already felt that something was wrong, but he had fallen into the trap here.

That Zhao Li was bold to move forward at this moment, and frequently secretly sent Qiu Bo to Brother Cheng:

"These two little brothers are very tight, and the ancestor will run out after a while, but you have to hold on to me first, don't let your mother take the lead."

Unexpectedly, Nan Ke Taishou suddenly waved his hand, and Brother Cheng's eyesight didn't see it clearly, and a whip shadow was pumping on Zhao Li's back with a "snap", tearing the clothes, revealing crystal jade skin inside, and a blood mark on it, which was very dazzling.

"Fools who don't know how to advance or retreat, aren't afraid of scaring away the guests, hurry up and check the bets."

No matter how the woman behaves, she is also ashamed at the moment, she has also been a rich and noble family since she was a child, where can she withstand such an insult. It's just that as a ghost, at this moment, it is difficult to make any difference between the hands of others.

But the Mrs. Zhao next to her, in the end, felt sorry for her daughter, hurriedly came up, and secretly pointed at Zhao Li's forehead with her fingers.

Cheng Qianyuan couldn't help sighing in his heart, seeing these two women at the crossing of the Yellow River, he really wanted to breathe a sigh for them at that time, where could he have expected that it would be ghosts.

In this way, I am afraid that I was not sold by Wu Meng, and my heart is also hanging tightly.

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