Sitting at the window, with a glass of spirits in his stomach, listening to the guests chatting, Mu Qingxiao's sword frowned.

Because, he didn't hear the guests in the hall talk about a trace of things about Lanruo Temple, but talked about some dispensable things.

It stands to reason that the existence of Lanruo Temple is definitely something that can be talked about for an afternoon for the residents of the township.

"The chef's signature dish at our inn, Luhu fish, you can try it objectively."

After a while, the shopkeeper placed a pot of fish with all the color and flavor on the table.

Putting the wine glass on the table, Mu Qingxiao picked up the chopsticks, picked up the fragrant fresh and tender fish meat and put it in his mouth, and tasted it slowly.

"The craftsmanship is really good, and I will reward you."

Appreciating the cook's skills, Mu Qingxiao took out a few taels of silver and put them on the table.

"Thank you for being objective, thank you for being objective."

After taking the silver of the white flowers, the eyes of the shopkeeper were full of excitement.

This time he really met the rich man, put the silver in his pocket, and said with a flattering face: "Objective, what do you need, just ask." ”

Nodding slightly, Mu Qingxiao said, "Okay, I just have something to know." ”

"If you ask objectively, the small one must know everything."

"I want to know, about Lanruo Temple."

As soon as the words fell, the discussion in the inn hall stopped instantly, and the whole environment became audible, and the atmosphere was extremely strange.

The guests who were talking to each other stopped talking about the topic in their mouths, turned their heads, and stared at Mu Qingxiao with complex and strange eyes, even with a hint of awe.

As for the shopkeeper, the smile on his face had already frozen, a layer of fine sweat appeared on his forehead, and his eyes were full of horror.

"Lan ...... Lanruo Temple, objectively, you didn't see a joke, right? ”

Picking up a piece of fish meat and putting it in his mouth, Mu Qingxiao naturally took in the expressions of the guests, but his face was still flat.

"Do you think I'm kidding you?"

"No, no, no, are you a demon hunter?"

Mu Qingxiao doesn't know much about the demon hunter in the shopkeeper's mouth, so he should be talking about Yan Chixia's kind of person, right?

"I'm not the demon hunter you call me, but I do have some means of self-preservation."

As soon as the words fell, the eyes of the guests in the living room looking at Mu Qingxiao also changed, some were disdainful, some were curious, and some were gloating.

After taking a bite of fish, Mu Qingxiao took out a certain amount of gold and put it on the table, and said, "Go on." ”

Looking at the gold on the table, the shopkeeper swallowed his saliva, forcibly endured his horror, and said: "Objective, you are a good person, I advise you not to go to Lanruo Temple, there have been many deaths recently." ”

"Well, why?"

"Little ...... I heard that in Lanruo Temple, there are mountain spirits, as well as ...... There are also female ghosts who specialize in eating people, and in the past month, no less than four or five people have died, and the deaths are very miserable. ”

As he spoke, the shopkeeper himself was trembling in his legs and stomach.

No wonder no one talked about Lanruo Temple, obviously, whether it was the people of that era, they were full of fear of things like mountain spirits and lonely souls and ghosts.

In their eyes, the gods are the bodhisattvas who save the world, while the mountain spirits and lonely ghosts are terrible beings who harm and eat people.

As soon as the shopkeeper's words fell, Mu Qingxiao had a lot of thoughts, Lanruo Temple is the territory of the thousand-year-old tree demon, and there are indeed mountain spirits and wild ghosts in it.

"The gold is yours."

After he was full of wine and food, Mu Qingxiao followed behind the shopkeeper and came to the first-class guest room on the second floor.

Whether it is a mountain spirit or a lonely ghost, to him, they are just some ants.

The hotel rooms are clean and tidy, and there is a bamboo balcony outside, and you can clearly see the stars and the moon in the sky at night, which is very good compared to this era.

Standing on the balcony, Mu Qingxiao glanced to the west, and at the end of the line of sight, the haze was shrouded, which seemed out of place with the surrounding environment, and it was extremely weird.

Listening to the shopkeeper, the entire Guobei Town, except the black forest on the west side, is shrouded in haze all the year round, and they are no longer surprised.

Heilin is the location of Lanruo Temple.

As time goes by, the sun sets and the sky is full of light.

Near the Black Forest, the surrounding space fluctuated slightly, and Mu Qingxiao's figure appeared in the sky.

At this time, you will see a dimly lit forest, and at your feet is a dilapidated bluestone path, surrounded by weeds and desolate.

Turning around and looking back, this place is some distance from Guobei Town, no wonder the residents dare to live in the town.

Looking at the desolate jungle, Mu Qingxiao walked up the dilapidated bluestone path, the road twisted and turned, and he didn't know where it led.

The night was dark, and at some point, the sun had set, and the whole black forest was dark, and from time to time there was a gloomy wind, and a wolf howl sounded in the depths.

If it were an ordinary person, I am afraid that I would have been frightened to the point of being colorless, let alone advancing into the depths of the woods.

Suddenly, a white shadow floated by, Mu Qingxiao glanced at it casually and then withdrew his gaze, and walked inward unhappily.

After about ten minutes, Mu Qingxiao stopped, and what caught his eye was a dilapidated and desolate ancient temple.

I don't know how much wind and rain it has experienced, the temple is dilapidated, and the plaque at the door is full of spider webs, but the three words of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing on it are clearly visible.

"Lanruo Temple!"

Lanruo Temple is a series of stories that revolve around Nie Xiaoqian, Yan Chixia and Ning Caichen.

There are mountain spirits here, there are also ghosts, for mortals, there is no place to enter and exit, as for why Ning Caichen, who was born as an ordinary person, is fine, it can only be said that the protagonist's aura is too strong.

Moreover, the bearded Yan Chixia also played a certain role.

According to the information in the plot, Yan Chixia's ability to make flying swords and kill ghosts and monsters is definitely an ability that only foundation building monks have.

The sky was dark, the ancient temple was cloudy and windy, standing next to the collapsed stone monument, Mu Qingxiao thought for a moment, and then walked towards it.

The stone steps in front of the temple are broken, pitted, overgrown with weeds and covered with dust, and poisonous insects crawl over from time to time.

Lanruo Temple covers an area of not small, and it used to be a temple with good incense, but for some reason, it is now dilapidated like this.

At this time, the environment in Lanruo Temple is quiet and quiet, if it weren't for this gloomy atmosphere, it would be a good place to cultivate.

Walking into the monastic house on the east side, I opened the window and rolled it up, and the miscellaneous wood debris and dust on the ground washed out of the window, and it became much cleaner for a while.

Randomly found a wooden board to put on the ground, Mu Qingxiao sat down on the spot, closed his eyes and recuperated, ran his mental method, and began to refine the burning silence in his body.

After a while, the door of the monk's house opened, and a middle-aged man with a long sword on his back walked in, and when he saw Mu Qingxiao, his steps paused, and his eyes were full of strange colors.

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