Chen Jun walks through the mountains and forests.

It didn't take long for a dilapidated and quaint temple in the distance to be revealed.

It was the end of autumn, and the steps of the mountain gate leading to the temple were covered with dead grass and fallen leaves, showing a bit of a deserted color, apparently no one had cleaned it for a long time.

There was no half of the temple figure, the red paint of the walls was mottled and fell, and the doors were half-hidden and unclosed, swinging with the wind from time to time, making a tooth-aching creaking sound.

"Lanruo Temple!"

Three plaques in large ancient characters hang in the temple, and the plaques are covered with cobwebs and accumulated dust.

"It's quiet." Chen Jun's eyes moved slightly, and he walked along the steps towards Lanruo Temple.

Enter Lanruo Temple.

The withering of the temple has made the air of desolation even heavier.

In the meditation room, the corridor is full of dead leaves, and weeds have grown.

What's more, many of the floor tiles have been destroyed, revealing a pothole, and some of the roots of the trees have been densely covered on the walls and roofs from nowhere.

"It's been some years."

Chen Jun walked into the Daxiong Treasure Hall in the Buddhist temple.

I don't know where the head of the clay Buddha statue in the broken temple has fallen, and I can't tell which Buddha it is.

Chen Jun arched his hand at the Buddha statue, and easily cleaned the altar, sorting out a clean place for resting feet, and after doing this, the sky was already dark.

He gathered some firewood and lit a bonfire.

However, there was a gust of wind howling in the temple, carrying the smell of dead branches and leaves, and the smell of Xiao Suo poured in.

Overnight in a broken temple, a barren mountain.

Chen Jun smiled, simply took out the scroll from his baggage and read it to the light, the clear voice sounded in the Buddhist temple, and the wind gradually stopped.

At some point in the evening, Chen Jun yawned, and tiredness was slightly generated.

Just then, there was a noise outside the door.

"Who?"

Chen Jun came to the spirit and walked out of the Buddhist temple, the moonlight was bright outside, and the clear light under the moon was all over the sky, shining as if it were day, and in an open space under the court, there was no one in the daytime, but now there was an extra woman.

It was dressed in red, with a graceful figure and a beautiful appearance.

The starry eyes are flashing with a little starlight, a little cold under the moon, the eyes contain a thousand kinds of resentment, and the whole body is full of a rejection of people and indifference thousands of miles away, but the face is charming, there is an indescribable natural charm, the ink hair pours down like a cloud, scattered around the waist, the temperament is slightly sickly and weak, pure like a fairy.

Chen Jun saw the woman's stunning appearance, which was seven or eight points similar to that in the movie, and said in his heart, "Is this Xiaoqian?" A slight smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"This son, can the little woman in the deep mountain deserted temple go in to hide from the cold?"

The woman frowned, as if she had said something soft and tactful, which made people feel pity.

Xiao Qian secretly looked at the scholar in front of her, his gaze was not much different from the gaze of those men in the world looking at her, but his eyes were clear, without **, but there was a hidden smile, I don't know why.

However, the scholar's yang energy is strong, and there is a not weak literary aura, which is a great supplement for the goblin.

Chen Jun asked, "Are you cold?" ”

"Cold, I hope the son will have mercy."

"You want to go inside, don't you?"

"If you can go into the house to avoid the wind and cold, I am willing to take my son as a fellow practitioner."

Xiao Qian smiled shyly, bowed her head lightly, shy and timid, like the touch of a lotus flower with a bow of her head, which simply made men unable to control it.

"Yan Hao doesn't need it, if you want to enter the house, then dance for me."

Dance?

Xiao Qian's expression froze slightly, don't want the joy of fish and water, want to dance, what kind of request is this.

Xiao Qian took a deep breath, and a smile appeared on her cheeks, "Xiao Qian can only dance a little, and I hope that my son will not dislike it." ”

"Don't dislike it, you dance, solo dance under the moon, it should be beautiful."

The mountain wind gradually grew stronger, and the woman's clothes began to flutter in the wind.

Sideburns, there are a few soft hairs, which are messed up by the wind, brushing her fair face, but the woman doesn't seem to care at all, concentrating on waving her red sleeves.

A woman's face is not as beautiful as a mortal.

She is like an elf, dancing alone under the moon, and the clear light and the figure complement each other, beautiful.

After half ringing.

Xiao Qian stopped, her chest rising and falling slightly, and she gasped slightly.

She felt that she was the most serious dance she danced as a ghost, and it was also the most beautiful, and only in this way could she sanitize the guilt of killing this scholar.

"There are beautiful women in the south of the country, and they dance with a light green waist. The feast is in the autumn twilight, and the flying coat is blowing. Dancing like an orchid, like a swimming dragon; Your dance is beautiful. ”

Chen Jun clapped his palms applauded appreciatively.

"Can that boy let me hide from the cold? Xiao Qian was cold. Xiao Qian hugged her body with both hands, trembling.

"Sorry, no."

Xiao Qian's body stiffened, suppressing the anger in her heart, "Why did that boy ask me to dance?" ”

"It's boring." Chen Jun smiled slightly, "I finally waited until you came, I want to take a look." ”

"Childe knows my identity?" Xiao Qian understood what Chen Jun meant.

Chen Jun nodded, "I heard from the villagers under the mountain that there are often female ghosts in Lanruo Temple. ”

"I'm a female ghost, isn't Childe afraid of me?" Xiao Qian wondered.

"I am upright, and I am not afraid of demons and gods! Besides, the girl is not like an evil ghost, and a ghost who can dance with a good voice is not an evil ghost. ”

Xiao Qian's heart warmed, and she felt funny, and said: "The son has virtue, I hope you can benefit the people in the future." You'd better leave early tomorrow morning, this is not a place you can take. ”

"Slow, stay!"

"What else is going on with Childe?" Xiao Qian turned her head.

"Since you gave me a dance, then I should reciprocate, this is my consistent purpose as a human being."

Chen Jun opened his mouth and spit out, and a mouthful of Qingling purple qi flew out and fell into Xiao Qian's body, making her feel a thrill, and she turned around suddenly, her eyes widened, and it was difficult to hide the stunned gaze in her eyes.

I saw that Chen Jun walked into the Buddhist temple alone and waved his hand: "If you have any difficulties, you can chant my name, my name is Xu Xian." ”

"Xu Xian."

Xiao Qian muttered the name to herself, standing in the Buddhist courtyard, the moonlight was like a veil for her to put on a layer of silver, and the night wind in the mountains blew, raising three thousand long black hair, which was a pair of gentle and misty eyes.

She knew very well how precious the pure spirit purple qi in her body was, and it was not an exaggeration to say that it was worth her hundred years of ghost path cultivation.

If the thousand-year-old dryad knows, maybe he will directly eat her alive, but it's ridiculous that she also let him drive away, with his cultivation, how can he be afraid of the thousand-year-old dryad.

It's just—

Her spirit body is controlled by the thousand-year-old dryad grandmother, where can she go?

A sigh and dissipated with the wind.

If the thousand-year-old dryad knows, maybe he will directly eat her alive, but it's ridiculous that she also let him drive away, with his cultivation, how can he be afraid of the thousand-year-old dryad.

It's just—

Her spirit body is controlled by the thousand-year-old dryad grandmother, where can she go?

A sigh and dissipated with the wind.