The iron ring on the door was corroded, and the door was not closed tightly, Song Jingfang glanced through the crack in the door, knocked on the door and shouted, "May I ask anyone?" ”

After waiting for a while, no one responded.

Song Jingfang was worried, is there no one in Yizhuang...... Suddenly I didn't want to go in.

I was hesitating to stay outside the door and not go in.

"Squeak~"

The door opened on its own.

It was about shoulder width enough for her to see the situation inside Yizhuang.

The yard is full of barren grass, only a stone path in the middle, with dead branches and leaves on the ground, deserted and desolate, all of which reveal corruption and obsolescence.

Directly in front of the hall, the door of the black hole makes people breathe, and it seems that if they get close, they will swallow the whole person, and there is not even the scum left.

Song Jingfang stood at the door in a daze, suffocating his brain and flying freely......

It's over, she shouldn't be poisoned by film and television dramas, it's good now, the empty old mansion in the mountains and wilderness, she doesn't dare to enter anything.

"Knock~" A hand stretched out from behind the door and grabbed the door panel, "The one who came ......"

"Ah——!h

Song Jingfang was so frightened that he soared out three sopranos, completely covering the second half of the sentence.

The half-open door was fully opened, and a bald young man carrying a lantern appeared in front of Song Jing.

“…… Ahh......h

Looking at each other in pairs, a little embarrassing.

The bald man was embarrassed to touch his bald head, "It's the little monk's negligence that scared the female donor, I hope you will forgive me." ”

Hehehe, people are scary, scared to death!

Little monk, won't you come out from the side where the door is opened, you have to go to the side that has not opened the door, and suddenly pull out a hand, and the soul will scare you away.

After complaining, Song Jingfang closed his mouth and put on an "amiable" smile, "Where is the little master, I am too timid and surprised." ”

"It's getting late, the female donor is here to spend the night, please come in." The bald man opens sideways to make way.

"Thank you, little master, for bothering me tonight."

Song Jingfang entered Yizhuang, stepping on the dead branches and leaves all the way to make a "creaking" sound.

Strangely, in the summer, where did there be so many dead leaves, and besides, there were no trees planted in the yard, all of them were weeds one after another.

Looking left and right, raising his eyes is the back of the little monk.

If the little monk suddenly turned around at this time, it was a blue-faced fang......

The more I think about it, the more treacherous it becomes, and with such a Yizhuang that can create an atmosphere.

"Huh~" Song Jingfang shuddered from being frightened by his fantasies.

Hold your weak, pitiful and helpless self, what do you think about blindly, don't let your brain fly casually.

"Boom-"

Not far away, there was a muffled sound, shaking the ground and the roof tiles.

"Bang, bang-"

The tiles that were not tight on the eaves fell two or three pieces and shattered.

Song Jingfang was agile, and quickly squatted on the spot with his head in his hands. She was already thinking crankily in her heart, and suddenly she was frightened by a loud sound.

Soon reacted again, Song Jingfang stood up as if nothing happened, and pretended to talk to the little monk easily.

"Little Master, is there anyone blowing up rocks at night?" Hide your panic with words.

The bald man's face changed drastically, he put down the lantern and put aside Song Jingfang, walked quickly to the threshold, and didn't know what he was looking at in a certain direction.

Song Jingfang recalled what he had just said and turned a corner.

In this ancient world, gunpowder was used to set off fireworks and blow up stones!

However, there is a reason why she asks so.

The old community where she lives is in the suburbs, very close to the quarry, and she can often hear the movement of the blasting stones at home, which shakes the floor and windows.

"Responsibility, cough cough!" An old monk walked out of the hall.

The bald man, that is, the fate of responsibility, trotted to the old monk's side and helped him, "Master, why did you get up." ”

The old monk hunched his waist and looked at the direction of Yuan Zhi just now, "He is coming out, Yuan Zhi, get ready." ”

"But Master, your body."

"Ahem!" The old monk coughed twice and shook his head, "Please subdue the magic pestle." "He's made up his mind.

Yuan asked the old monk to sit down, turned around and entered the hall.

Song Jingfang was standing alone in the courtyard, should she consciously find a corner to stay.

"This female benefactor, the incident happened suddenly, and I can't keep you here tonight."

The old monk spoke hard, and the words that came out of his chest carried a "snoring" sound.

"Huh?" So she was ordered to be evicted?

Song Jingfang was still confused, what happened.

He came out of the hall with a stick the size of a baby's arm.

Demon Pestle, at first glance, Song Jingfang thought it was a treasure such as a golden staff, but it turned out to be a burning stick with an unsightly appearance.

The real treasure was close in front of her, and she couldn't see the slightest mystery in it for a long time.

Alas, she was really a baby who grew up with God's armpits, blind and lucky.

"Responsibility, send the female donor down the mountain." The old monk took the demon pestle, and he wanted to borrow Song Jingfang's intention to open up the responsibility.

"Master, don't drive the apprentices away."

How could he leave his master and run away alone.

The old monk's tone was unquestionable, "You'll come back when it's dawn." ”

"Master!"

Yuan Zhi red-eyed, knelt in front of the old monk, and vowed to follow the old monk.

Song Jingfang watched from the sidelines that the two masters and apprentices had a deep relationship with each other, and they parted with each other in life and death.

She didn't know what was going on, the master and apprentice were suddenly like a great enemy, and the atmosphere in Yizhuang suddenly became tense and solemn.

She has low ability, has no intention of getting involved in unknown risks, and does not want to become a fork in the road, giving the little monk a choice that he will definitely regret in the future.

"That master, I can go down the mountain by myself, and I don't need to be sent by the little master."

I can take care of myself, and I don't have the habit of causing trouble to others, so don't use me as an excuse for you.

The old monk glanced at her, and then spoke earnestly to the little monk.

"The stakes are high. If I don't survive tonight, you will have to take on the responsibility of going back to the temple to report to the abbot and discuss the follow-up plan to get rid of the demons. ”

The old monk thinks deeper and farther than the fate and responsibility, maybe he himself has a hunch that tonight will be more auspicious.

Knowing the painstaking efforts of the old monk, even if he is unwilling in his heart, he is powerless to disobey it.

"In vain, send the benefactor down the mountain." He knocked his head three times, "Master, don't worry." ”

"Go ahead."

Yuan Zhi got up and turned his back, walked over quickly to pick up the lantern in the courtyard, and folded his hands, "Donor, please go down the mountain with the little monk." ”

Song Jingfang had to follow the little monk, his steps were slow and small, and he used every cell in his body to delay time.

The road was only a little far, and under the urging of the little monk one after another, Song Jingfang's repeated rubbing also rubbed halfway up the mountain.

Secretly took out his mobile phone and looked at the time, 23:26, three hours before half past two.

It's a long night.