Qi Jinpeng brushed aside the weeds, searched behind the ruined ruin temple walls, and finally found a poplar tree with a crow's nest on the north side of the temple.

"There really is!"

Qi Jinpeng was overjoyed, picked up a small hoe he carried with him and dug it underneath.

Qi Jinpeng didn't notice that the originally good weather suddenly became overcast, the sky was overcast, and many shadows appeared in the surrounding darkness, looking at Qi Jinpeng with fierce eyes.

Qi Jinpeng was sweating profusely, and at this time, a light rain fell, drenching the hot air and Qi Jinpeng's clothes: "What's the matter? It's raining suddenly?"

However, Qi Jinpeng still didn't have any intention of stopping, and he wouldn't leave if he didn't dig out the things underneath.

Under the dilapidated wall in the distance, several beauties and imps appeared at the same time and looked at Qi Jinpeng.

Nie Xiaoqian was dressed in white, she didn't look like a female ghost at all, but more like a fairy in the world, seeing Qi Jinpeng's moves, her face turned red with anger: "This disciple is actually digging my bone altar, I can't spare him." ”

When Nie Xiaoqian said this, she felt like she was gritting her teeth.

Let everyone know what Qi Jinpeng has in mind when he comes to dig her bone altar.

And yesterday, she was forced to escape by the sword fairy Yan Chixia to the extreme, and the woman in red of the Rakshasa ghost who had a broken arm also reappeared.

The severed arm had been attached, but it looked as if it was unable to move, hanging limply to its side.

Before Rakshasa could step forward, the Rakshasa Ghost stopped her: "Don't worry!"

Because she saw that on the scholar's waist, a black thing like an accessory and a token jingled, emitting the light of a magic weapon.

On it are written two strange characters in Yin script.

The Rakshasa ghost who has been following the tree demon grandmother for a long time knows more, she has been walking in other places even before the tree demon grandmother was sealed by the monk of Lanruo Temple, and the road is not low, if it is not for the sword immortal like Yan Chixia, where can ordinary idle people have to help her, at this moment she immediately recognized what this thing is.

"No, this man has the decree of the king of Montenegro on him,"

When Nie Xiaoqian heard the title of King of Montenegro, she immediately stopped, pretending not to know and asked the Rakshasa ghost: "Sister Rakshasa sister, what is the decree of the King of Montenegro?"

The Rakshasa ghost did not hide it: "The legend of the King of Montenegro was originally a ghost king in the netherworld, and later he was worshiped as a god by the incense of the world in Yuzhou, Yangji, and he was very famous in that area, and I also heard my grandmother say it." ”

Nie Xiaoqian nodded: "So, this is a god of yin?"

The Rakshasa ghost's face was solemn, and she knew from her expression that this King of Montenegro was definitely not a simple person: "It's not just that simple, I heard that a few years ago, there were great changes in the Netherworld, and the King of Montenegro has entered the city of vain death, and he is now the lord of the city of vain death." ”

"It is in charge of one underworld, and one is in hell. ”

"It's a real Yin Si giant, not something that ordinary ghost kings and gods can compare. ”

After speaking, the Rakshasa ghost was about to turn around and go back to Lin Yuan, the apse of Lanruo Temple: "I'm going to tell my grandmother that this person has news of the decree of the king of Montenegro." ”

"If we get the decree of the King of Montenegro, we can contact this Lord of the City of the Dead in Vain, and we can even ask the King of Montenegro to help once. ”

Nie Xiaoqian saw that this person was still digging his bone altar with perseverance, and he was about to find it, so he immediately proposed: "Why don't you kill him now and take the decree?"

The Rakshasa ghost shook his head: "Let's talk to grandma, if this person's identity is not simple, wouldn't we have done something wrong." ”

"Everything is up to grandma. ”

Although Nie Xiaoqian said this verbally, there was a look of sudden realization in her beautiful eyes.

No wonder after entering the plot, I have never heard of the name of the old demon of Montenegro, and I have never heard of any connection and relationship between grandma and the old demon of Montenegro, it turns out that everything comes from here.

In the original work, there is also a scholar who entered the Lanruo Temple with a scholar, but a few sentences were brushed aside, and he ended with his death, and he thought it was this person.

Then it was Grandma who got the decree of the King of Montenegro, the lord of the city of Yin Si in vain, through this scholar named Qi Jinpeng, and then took refuge in the mountain of the King of Montenegro, and wanted to marry Nie Xiaoqian as a gift to the King of Montenegro, so that all the plots would make sense.

Seeing that Qi Jinpeng took out his ashes altar and grinned in the rain, Nie Xiaoqian couldn't help but show a look of disgust.

However, after Nie Xiaoqian learned that he had the decree of the King of Montenegro on him, she didn't think about killing him immediately.

Instead, another plan came to mind, allowing this scholar to take away his bone altar and leave, and even took the initiative to let go of the restrictions of the maze, pointing out the way and letting him get out of the depths of this demon-ridden Lanruo Temple.

Qi Jinpeng didn't know that he had already made a few turns back and forth on the edge of life and death, and said that the trip was smooth and easy, and he got what he wanted.

Nie Xiaoqian waved her long sleeves, and the whole person instantly disappeared in front of the ruins and barren mounds in the north, and returned to the treasure temple in the apse of Lanruo Temple like the Rakshasa ghost.

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The apse and meditation room of Lanruo Temple are much better preserved than the front, and it seems that they are cleaned and taken care of every day.

It's just that a stout old locust tree spreads horizontally, almost covering the entire hall and meditation room, and the thick roots and vines climb all over the outer walls and even extend to the roof.

The woman in red walked through the main hall, and she could see many female ghosts and little demons playing in the main hall, you could see someone taking off their heads and washing their hair, some hanged ghosts had their tongues stretched out and waved around, and two gorgeous female ghosts openly played the trick of grinding mirrors in the corner, not caring about the spring leaking out.

The woman in red walked deeper and knelt down in front of a sliding wooden door with autumn intentions painted on it, explaining what she had just seen.

The door opened, revealing the back of a woman in a luxurious lady's robe.

There are also several women dressed in purple and blue who are serving each other's clothes, and a pair of human-height bronze mirrors are erected in front, faintly revealing a face that still has charm but the corners of the eyes are full of wrinkles.

The other party didn't look back and asked directly: "That scholar's surname is Qi?"

Lady in Red: "Yes, Grandma!"

The other party stood up, dragged the long hem of his skirt and rubbed it against the spotless floor, and passed by the woman in red, who immediately stood up and followed.

"Grandma, before I was sealed by those thieves in Lanruo Temple, I heard that there was a person surnamed Qi in Yuzhou who came from a famous family, and after losing his wife, he married a ghost concubine named Zhang Aduan, and this ghost actually bought off the ghost god of Yin Si and his wife returned to the yang world, and this ghost god is said to be the king of Montenegro. ”

As a price, the Qi family sacrificed to the god of Montenegro for generations, so that its incense continues to this day, and it is quite prosperous in Yuzhou, so that there is a later king of Montenegro, the lord of the city of vain. ”

"I'm afraid this person is the descendant of the Qi family. ”

Lady in Red: "Grandma, what should we do?"

Grandma turned her head and laughed, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyebrows became more obvious: "It's been so many years, and the people of the year are all dead, where can the king of Montenegro still care about whose affection?"

Grandma said undoubtedly: "Kill him!

The woman in red hurriedly stepped forward and followed behind her grandmother: "But outside, there is also that killer surnamed Yan, who dares to get close to the world with that flying sword technique?"

Grandma immediately said: "Didn't he take Xiao Qian's bone altar? let Xiao Qian go, she will do it!"

"Men, you can't pass the beauty pass, especially a beauty like Nie Xiaoqian. ”

However, thinking of the scholar who had a sword aura in one hand and was cold for nine days, Grandma's face became gloomy again: "Sooner or later, I have to make that Yan Chixia look good." ”