Inside the Loess River Waijiang Temple

With the drinking water and dry food left behind by Ye Liancheng, Ning Wenqing's life was much better, but he was a little scared when he thought that there were still wandering demons and monsters outside.

After taking a bite of the pancake, Ning Wenqing glanced around the surrounding scenery and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there was nothing unusual.

As Ye Gongzi said, although the gods are dead, there are still remnants of incense, and it is quite safe for him to stay here.

Now the gate of Jiangshen Temple is closed, and even the windows on the wall are closed by Ning Wenqing, I have to say that for his own safety, Ning Wenqing has worked hard.

There was no place to see the situation outside the temple, and Ning Wenqing could only vaguely judge the passage of time by the light outside the window.

With so much spare time, Ning Wenqing was not idle, he brought the candle on the incense stand where he visited the tribute to him.

Due to the closed windows, the light in this temple is not very sufficient, in order to be able to see the words of the book mountain, Ning Wenqing can only do this kind of thing, in normal times, he will scoff at this kind of casual use of other people's things.

There was no fire source, so Ning Wenqing used the most primitive method to drill wood to make fire, and this time and again, the fire was not ignited, but a lot of things in the Jiangshen Temple were demolished.

When Ning Wenqing's hands were blistered, the pile of haystacks was finally ignited, and Ning Wenqing, who had been soaked in the river for so long, finally felt a burst of warmth, and his body was much more comfortable.

Stretched a wooden branch to the fire, and after a while, the front end of the wooden branch was lit, and Ning Wenqing used it to light the candle.

After the candle was lit, Ning Wenqing exhaled a big breath, fortunately, this candle was of good quality, and it could still be lit after so long.

With the light, a full stomach, and nothing else to do, Ning Wenqing couldn't wait to take out several paper books from the bookcase.

Although when he was in the river, the bubbles protected the bookbox very well, but Ning Wenqing was still a little uneasy, who told him to love books like his life, these books bought with a lot of money are his lifeline?

Holding a book in his hand, he set the rest of the books aside and wanted to roast them by the fire to keep them from getting wet.

After doing all this well, Ning Wenqing began to read beautifully, once he started reading, even if the sky fell apart, Ning Wenqing would not notice, I have to say that this is a rare talent.

The book in his hand is called "Strange Tales in the Mountains and Wilderness", just by listening to the name, he knows what the content is about, according to Ning Wenqing's temperament, he will definitely not buy this kind of book, but it happened that the bookstore was about to change, and some books could only be given away for free, so the book was in Ning Wenqing's hands.

When he picked it up again, only a small half of the book was left, and Ning Wenqing glanced at ten lines, and in a dozen breaths, his fingers were ready to turn the page.

I don't know how long it took, Ning Wenqing shuddered and closed the book.

Patting his head, Ning Wenqing was a little annoyed why he was reading this book now, isn't it good to read it in normal times, isn't it just adding fuel to the fire to reading this kind of book in this situation?

After closing the book, he lost his previous seriousness, and the terrifying tricks in the book came out of his mind one after another, making Ning Wenqing can't help but tremble his legs.

If he was still in his hometown, Ning Wenqing would definitely scoff at ghosts and ghosts, and he would never believe the slightest, this kind of book was just a pastime.

But after walking so many roads and seeing so many things, especially after seeing the female corpse on the bank of the Loess River, Ning Wenqing's mentality has completely changed.

Now that he thinks about it carefully, Ning Wenqing was surprised to find that the strange stories recorded in "Tales from the Mountains and Wilderness" do not look like compiled stories, but like real people and real things that have happened.

At this time, the firewood in the fire suddenly exploded, and the scholar was so frightened that he almost jumped up.

After discovering that it was just a false alarm, Ning Wenqing looked at the pile of flames in front of him that did not look like before, and he decided to add more firewood to it.

As long as the surrounding wood can be removed, it has not been spared, and even the one that cannot be removed has been forcibly demolished by Ning Wenqing because of disrepair.

After adding a lot of wood to the fire, Ning Wenqing still had a lot of wood left by his side, which seemed to be enough for him to spend the night.

Just as he was about to continue reading, there was a discordant sound outside the window, and Ning Wenqing, who had just finished reading the collection of ghost stories, burst into cold hair, pricked up his ears, and did not dare to take a breath, and began to listen carefully to the movement outside the door.

As if something was approaching, the grass outside the door was overwhelmed by the brush, making an overwhelming cracking sound, and not only that, but there were even some wails and the muffled sound of heavy objects colliding with each other.

This frightened Ning Wenqing, could it be that the ghost had killed him, although he was sheltered by the Jiang Temple, Ning Wenqing was still very worried about whether something would suddenly break in.

Ning Wenqing, who thought like this, only felt that these sounds had been amplified a lot, and there was even the sound of sharp weapons rubbing against the wall.

Suddenly, all the sounds disappeared, and the surroundings returned to tranquility, Ning Wenqing's eyes lit up, could it be that he had already left?

"Knock knock"...

The slender and rhythmic knock on the door sounded, Ning Wenqing was stunned, is there anyone still coming in at this time?

Ning Wenqing, who was about to open the door, stopped halfway up, and he suddenly sounded a story in the book, the person in the story died tragically in his own house because he opened the door for a ghost...

At this time, it is unreasonable for someone to knock on the door, if it is really to evacuate, it must be very anxious, and it will not be as leisurely as it is now.

Ning Wenqing, who had figured out the key point, shook his head and returned to the position of the general, no matter what happened, as long as he did not go out until the next day.

As if knowing that the ruse had been discovered, the thing knocking on the door became impatient, and the knocking sound became heavier and heavier, until at last it was banging on the door.

Ning Wenqing shrank into a ball in fright, as he expected, the thing outside the door was definitely not a person!!

With the sound of banging on the door, the sound that had just disappeared reappeared, this time adding some elements, which was much more infiltrating than before.

Fortunately, there was no danger, the door was not knocked open, and Ning Wenqing, who was overtired, actually fell asleep in fright.

After Ning Wenqing fell asleep, all the sounds disappeared, as if he was a little afraid of waking Ning Wenqing up.

Outside the Jiang Temple, the corners of Chi Lian's mouth twitched, and he couldn't hold back at this moment after being paralyzed for ten thousand years.

I have to say that Ning Wenqing, a scholar, is really annoying enough, and even Chi Lian, who is not close to fireworks, understands Ye Liancheng's feelings a little...