Late at night, Yuanjue Temple.

Inside the monastery.

Tonight, the moon is dark and the wind is high, and the whole temple is foggy, which is particularly gloomy.

Ning Zichen hid in his room, kept rubbing his hands, only to feel that the temperature tonight was extremely cold, and at the same time, from time to time, he looked at a black and gray jar placed on the desk.

This jar is naturally the ash jar of the female ghost Nie Xiaoqing, during the day, he was dug out of the ground by his "fairy friend" Yan Chiyun, and he also used means to remove the yin qi, so he could put it into Ning Zichen's house.

"Why hasn't Xiaoqing come yet?"

Just when Ning Zichen was talking to himself like this...

"Childe, Xiaoqing is here!"

A soft voice suddenly sounded behind Ning Zichen, making him tremble violently.

Ning Zichen looked back and saw that Nie Xiaoqing, the female ghost who had captivated the country and the city, was standing in front of the table with the ash jar, looking at him excitedly and nervously.

"Xiaoqing, you're finally here!"

Ning Zichen happily greeted him.

After so many days of getting along, Ning Zichen was not very scared even if he knew that Nie Xiaoqing was a female ghost, on the contrary, Xiaoqing's appearance so late tonight made him a little worried.

"Childe, you are grateful for the great kindness of the concubine, and the concubine is grateful!"

Nie Xiaoqing stretched out his hand and touched his ashes jar, and even left tears of excitement.

In order to prevent her from escaping, the original urn was also forbidden by her grandmother, not only could not be touched by the living, but she, a female ghost who could only move in the area near the ash jar, could not go back, that Yan Chiyun was really a master.

"Where, by the way, when can I take you away?"

Ning Zichen asked anxiously.

Nie Xiaoqing couldn't help but become a little serious, and said: "Childe, grandma will appear soon, you go and invite Yan Chiyun, and as soon as grandma fights with the white-clothed scholar, he will immediately take the urn of the concubine and leave the temple." ”

"Okay, Xiaoqing, don't worry, Brother Yan is sitting in the courtyard, he cleaned up your grandma tonight, and he will send us away. ”

Ning Zichen nodded and replied.

"What?

When Nie Xiaoqing heard this, his face suddenly turned pale, and he shook his head again and again and said: "Childe, you go and dispel that Yan Chiyun's thoughts, he is definitely not an opponent, if he loses, he may be able to escape, but we will not be spared!

"But Brother Yan said that he was just for..."

Ning Zichen wanted to say something, but Nie Xiaoqing's face was full of fear and fear, and he directly interrupted him.

"Childe, listen to me!"

Nie Xiaoqing cried while holding Ning Zichen's sleeve tightly, crying and begging: "If the concubine body is caught by grandma tonight, the result must be that her soul will be scattered, and she will never be able to live forever.

Looking at Nie Xiaoqing, who was begging hard, Ning Zichen couldn't help but soften, alas, the reader is like this, the hero is sad to pass the beauty pass.

"Okay, I'll go talk to Brother Yan..."

Ning Zichen hesitated, but still agreed to Nie Xiaoqing.

Suddenly, Nie Xiaoqing turned crying into laughter, wiping her tears, and bowed slightly and said: "The great grace of the son, the concubine is unrequited, and she will definitely accompany you in this life..."

Ning Zichen walked to the door, he knew that Yan Chiyun did not return to the room tonight, but moved a chair and sat directly in the middle of the courtyard, as long as he shouted at the door, the other party could hear it.

Just before Ning Zichen walked to the door, he saw that the door supported by a tree trunk was suddenly blown open by an extremely cold and strong wind, hitting the wall, and making a loud "bang".

At the same time, a fishy smell accompanied by the strong wind poured directly into the house, and in the wind, there seemed to be a faint cry of many men and women together.

"It's too late, grandma is already here!"

Nie Xiaoqing, who was hiding in the room, changed his expression and let out a low voice.

···

"How do you say that, although I think this guy's brain is a little unclear, maybe he is a fool of cultivation, but it is indeed a little interesting..."

Zhao Li stood at the window of his monk's house, wearing a fluffy and very warm fox fur shawl, looking at Yan Chixia who was sitting in the middle of the dark courtyard and said to himself.

During the day, after learning that Zhao Li was only here to "eliminate demons and defend the road", not for any "strange treasure", this old brother Yan was quite embarrassed, and then just left a sentence: "You leave as soon as possible, I will inherit the catastrophe tonight."

Since the sun set, this old brother Yan moved a broken chair and sat in the empty courtyard, looking motionless with his eyes closed.

"By the way, do you want to pour this old brother a cup of hot tea, thank you?"

Zhao Li scratched his head, thinking like this, at this moment, a fierce wind blew...

Bang!Bang!Bang!···

The doors and windows of an entire row of monastic houses were banging in the wind.

"It's coming!"

Zhao Li could keenly smell the fishy smell in the wind, as well as the sound of crying in the air around him.

"Kill my children and grandchildren, harm my sisters, and dare to come to my Yuanjue Temple to show off your might, it's really too deceitful!"

In the air, a somewhat old, strange and ruthless female voice echoed.

"Bold and demonic, don't pretend to be a god and play a ghost! Yan Chiyun under the Qionghua Sect of the Eight Sects of Xia Kunlun, don't come out quickly and ambush him!"

At this time, Yan Chiyun, who had been sitting on the chair with his eyes closed, opened his eyes suddenly, and at the same time burst into a shout, reached out and patted the red lacquer box on his back, took it in his hand, and stood on the ground with a "bang".

A fierce momentum burst out from Yan Chiyun's body, and in the eyes of a person like Zhao Li, who had spiritual power, he could even see a wave of blue-white qi, with Yan Chiyun as the center, sweeping towards the entire courtyard.

Under this wave of blue-white air, the faint demonic aura that permeated the entire courtyard was swept away, and the nameless demonic wind that blew non-stop also stopped instantly.

"Hey, hey... Kunlun Eight Sects, Qionghua Sect, such a big name, such a great majesty..."

The gloomy voice in mid-air continued: "Yan Daxia has also stayed in Yuanjue Temple for several days, and the old body has never come out to entertain, do you think I'm afraid of you?"

“··· I just want to live and cultivate in this mountain wilderness, but you people have been bullied again and again, which is unbearable!"

“··· Since you want to be nosy, then you will die together!"

Finally, the grim female voice in the air shouted fiercely.

As the female voice fell, the crying of the entire courtyard suddenly became louder, and even in Zhao Li's house, it was as if someone was crying in grief.

Zhao Li turned his head suddenly, only to see that in the deep corner of his monk's house, at some point, a strange figure appeared with his hair scattered and dressed in plain clothes.

···

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