A head with a pale beard and red beard is placed on the wooden table next to the Buddhist shrine, with a rough face, like the "Zhong Kui" in the folk legend, with angry eyes and eyes as sharp as a sword.

It's a pity...... The person is dead, and the head has been cut off, apparently after entering the Lanruo Temple, he has not fought "grandma".

Ning Yi looked solemn, looking at the side of this head, there was a pile of clothes, and an old token, the token was broken, the only broken piece, a lot of dust had accumulated on it, Ning Yi stretched out a hand, twisted the token, and wiped it clean with his sleeve, and found that a small seal was engraved on the token.

"Swallow ......"

He muttered softly, this is a token that symbolizes identity, this hero surnamed Yan, and the old demon in this ancient temple fought extremely fiercely, but unfortunately it did not succeed in the end, the token was broken, and the head was also cut off.

The shrine enshrines a golden Buddha that is torn apart.

The light of the Buddha is dim.

The golden Buddha is broken, and the demonic spirit enters the master.

"There is also a Lingshan monk who also died at the hands of this old demon. Ning Yi narrowed his eyes, the cultivation of these two is not low, and the things left behind during their lifetime can be seen...... At least he was also a monk of the Nine Realms, who died at the hands of "Grandma" many years ago.

This old demon should not be underestimated.

But Ning Yi was not afraid...... His cultivation stopped at the eighth realm, but his real combat power had already far exceeded this realm.

In the half year that he had been practicing with the ancestor of the West Sea, Ning Yi's spirit, physique, sword qi, and starlight had all been greatly tempered...... Even Ning Yi himself didn't know.

He needs an opponent who is on par.

I'm only afraid of the "grandma" of "Lanruo Temple", these Taoisms are not enough to see.

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......

Ning Yi lifted the curtain and walked towards the depths, there is a very high thousand Buddha pagoda next to Lanruo Temple, and there is a layer of secret passage between the temple and the tower, just after lifting the curtain.

A long corridor, pitch black, with slime on all four walls and vines writhing.

"The breath of the mountain scroll ......" Ning Yi narrowed his eyes, his two fingers twisted slightly, a wisp of fire swept out from his fingertips, the starlight flowed, he let go of his palm, and the ghost fire held in his palm slowly floated up, hanging on his shoulder, like a lantern, illuminating all directions.

Ning Yi looked into the depths of the corridor.

It's not far away.

"Is it in the pagoda?"

Ning Yi muttered to himself, he walked to the end of the corridor, and found that this place was different, there seemed to be a strong layer of prohibition, and through this fishy stone wall, he could hear a very regular, low, slow "bang" sound, like a huge heart beating.

Starlight can't spread through.

I can't perceive the other side of the wall.

Ning Yi stood in front of the stone wall, his voice slowly sounding in the corridor.

"Looking for dragons, don't look at the winding mountains...... A double entanglement is a heavy level. ”

Ning Yi's hair was blown up by the invisible energy, the pupils of his eyes flashed brilliant and calm gold, the Dragon Seeking Sutra operated under the flow of divinity, and the "holes", "eyes", and "singularities" in all directions were all in full view, and the stone wall that could block the induction of starlight was unobstructed under the exploration of the first secret book of Laolong Mountain.

Ning Yi raised his head.

In all directions, countless yin and evil qi converged to this place.

And that's not all...... The yang energy of the living people, as well as the unknown red breath, with strong emotional fluctuations, are like rivers, wandering under the Lanruo Temple, rushing into the Thousand Buddha Pagoda.

It's an offering.

On that side of the wall...... It is a huge, healthy "heart".

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......

Fu Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the empty room.

Ning Chen is gone...... Just go.

Then her face turned pale.

A tall woman with cigarette sleeves, her eyes were extremely keen, she snorted softly, walked into the house, lifted the red veil, squatted next to the barrel, and sniffed deeply.

She raised her head, looked at the door, and said in surprise: "Grandma...... It's the smell of people!"

Fu Qingfeng received another heavy slap in the face, and she flew out and fell to the ground.

Grandma was expressionless, raised a hand, and someone immediately sent a bone whip behind him, he held the bone whip with one hand, and lightly slapped the whip flower, and the long snake-like whip vines collided in the air, making a dull sound of "popping".

Fu Qingfeng held the ground with his hands with difficulty, raised his head, his cheeks were red, his expression was miserable, and he said in a mournful voice: "Grandma, he is just a scholar, you can let him go!"

The tall woman with cigarette sleeves squatted beside the barrel, grabbed a heavy cage with both hands, and dragged it out with a smile on her face, the lid of the cage was not lifted, and there was no need to lift it...... Because only thin scholars use this kind of bookcase.

"Huh...... What a reader. The woman with the cigarette sleeve lifted the lid of the box with great interest, the box was full of yellowed books, and picked out the ancient book on top, she frowned, and muttered, "Golden Seal Jade Letter...... What is this?"

There was dead silence in the room.

Some have some sympathy and compassion in their eyes.

Fu Qingfeng's ending...... By the moment the cage turned out, the dust had settled.

Grandma is amazing, outsiders, to their own family, they have all seen it, is Fu Qingfeng crazy...... was fearless, if he had confessed earlier, even if Grandma was angry, she would not have been like this......

The bone whip in Grandma's hand is extremely powerful.

There was once a bearded man surnamed Yan, who fought with his grandmother for a long time, and was finally hit by this "whip of the gods" unexpectedly, and the soul was out of the body for a moment, and the two sides fought each other with all their might, and there was no room for the slightest mistake, and the slightest mistake was thousands of miles, and the person finally hated the temple because of this.

The head is still in the shrine hall.

"Over the years, I have loved you the most and spoiled you the most...... But I never expected ......"

Gritted his teeth and smiled.

"Fu Qingfeng, Fu Qingfeng......"

Grandma's voice was as feminine as a woman, but the backs of the women around her were soaked with cold sweat.

The more this is the case, the more angry the grandma is.

The bone whip was raised, and the next moment it struck Fu Qingfeng's body.

An extremely miserable cry of pain bloomed in the pavilion, and the red-gauze woman lying on the ground, her soul was almost visible to the naked eye and separated from her body, and she was beaten away by the bone whip, her beautiful face was still good-looking, but her expression was extremely painful.

In the next moment, the spirit returned to its shell.

With just this whip, Fu Qingfeng was no longer powerless, and even the strength to support his upper body was scattered, the whole person was paralyzed on the ground, the red veil was broken, although the bone whip hit the soul, but it also whipped her skin open, and a scarlet whipping scar slowly seeped out of the ice machine's snow skin.

The woman with cigarette sleeves squatting next to her grandmother, flipping through the "Ning Yi" box, saw this scene, couldn't help laughing, and said with added fuel and vinegar: "Sister Qingfeng, you are really an infatuated species, you were beaten so badly for that scholar, it's ridiculous that the timid scholar ran away in a hurry, and he didn't even want a bookbox...... If you let him know that you're nothing more than a ghost, what will he think of you?"

A sentence echoed in the red gauze woman's mind.

If you let the scholar know...... You're just a ghost, how will he see you?

Fu Qingfeng closed his eyes, pinched the ten fingers of his hands deeply into his palms, and his nails were overflowing with blood.

A noisy pointing sound sounded in my ears.

Those leaning out of the door, looking at the jokes, sentence by sentence, their voices were mixed.

She couldn't hear clearly.

Grandma raised the bone whip again.

Time seems to slow down......

Fu Qingfeng smiled indifferently.

She struggled to look up at her desk, where there was a painting of female characters that had not yet been finished......

I'm going to die......

She...... I can't see Ning Chen......

Such...... It's good.

Ning Chen can't see his letter, and he won't know it...... I'm not a big family......

The red-gauze woman's choked voice became indistinct.

"Mr. Ning......"

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......

The next moment.

The whip fell.

The bone whip that took root did not hit the red gauze woman lying on the ground.

The stone wall of the entire pavilion was shattered by a figure, and no one could see how he came to the field, and he appeared in front of Fu Qingfeng in an instant, with smoke and dust splashing everywhere, and the whip vine with the whip of the god whistling came.

The man held a slender oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and the bone whip instantly wrapped around the umbrella, pulling and straightening.

"Bang".

The air waves rolled, and the sand and stones splashed everywhere.

After the layers of smoke dispersed, everyone could see clearly...... Who is it that comes?

A thin scholar, his face was as warm as jade, the corners of his lips were slightly pursed, but there was a reflection of the sword aura of thousands of mountains and rivers in his eyes, and he stood alone in front of Fu Qingfeng, hunting in clothes.

The other end of the whip was held in her hand.

Grandma narrowed her eyes, one big sleeve covered in front of her, and crackling gravel fell on the sleeve.

After she saw the comer, her expression was extremely solemn, that scholar actually stopped her whip so lightly?

Hitting the god whip is injured when touched, even if it is holding a treasure weapon, it cannot be easily blocked, the book is stiff to resist, but there is no abnormality, it can be seen that its soul is unfathomable, vast as the sea......

Where is this sacred, and why hasn't you heard of it in Daze in the East?

The emaciated scholar held the handle of the oil-paper umbrella in one hand, and let the knuckle whip entrench on the folded umbrella like a chain.

He lowered his head slightly, looking at Fu Qingfeng, who was lying under him, miserable.

Ning Yi saw the shocking scar and mourned.

He took a light breath, looked not far away, his eyes were cold, and said word by word: "I will make them pay." ”

Fu Qingfeng watched the scholar squat down in a daze, inserted the tip of the paper umbrella wrapped around the bone whip into the ground, and said very seriously.

"I'm sorry I'm late. ”

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......

The flowers of Lanruo Temple bloom and fall for many years.

One of the years.

A "woman" named Fu Qingfeng fell in love with another person who shouldn't be in love.

Perhaps in a certain story, the scholar who was powerless could only look at the red-gauze woman in the end and turn into ashes.

But in this story.

The scholar drew his sword.

(I'm sorry to report a situation to everyone.,Because I'm about to graduate (next month),Recent things are really busy.,These days may not be able to guarantee two more.,I'll try my best to write.,Time,Send it out.,It's definitely late.,If you don't stay up late.,You can wait until the day to read.,If you like to save reading.,You can also stay on the bookshelf for a week.,Next Thursday or so should be able to resume normal updates.。 ）