But it is said that winter goes to spring, thunder runs in the middle of the night, a big earthquake, and rolls for hundreds of miles.

Nie Xiaoqian, who fled in panic but was caught by the thousand-year-old tree demon, was shocked by the startling spring thunder.

People are thundered, and there is a saying that the outside is scorched and the inside is tender.

As for ghosts, ghosts are ominous things, which are a combination of eighteen calamities: poverty, cheapness, sorrow, sorrow, decay, defeat, disaster, calamity, shame, disgrace, misery, poison, plum, smell, injury, pain, sickness, and death.

It is rumored that the power of thunder and thunder, splitting cattle and trees, curing evil and subduing demons, punishing evil and evil.

So the ghost was thundered, and probably the soul was scattered. The so-called spring thunder sounds, and everything is silent, but it is for living beings.

Nie Xiaoqian encountered the wrath of thunder, and was immediately shattered, and her soul was difficult to gather, and she couldn't form a body.

It is also thanks to the fact that in the past half a year, she has been cultivating all the time, refining all the yin and evil qi restrained by thunder, constantly absorbing the qi of Taiyin and Wenqi, and not daring to slack off in the slightest.

However, although it has not been completely dispersed, it is only one step away from dissipating.

He died unexpectedly in his previous life, and instead of dying out and becoming nothingness, he traveled to an extraterritorial world and became a ghost.

A ghost suppressed by a thousand-year-old demon, abused and bullied, has no freedom and no dignity, and cannot be said to be a great luck in misfortune.

But now, it seems that even ghosts can't do it.

When a person dies, he is a ghost, and when a ghost dies, there is naturally nothing.

Dying, wanting to struggle, but like a drowning person, helpless, powerless.

A gust of wind blew, and Nie Xiaoqian, who was already involuntarily, was like a candle in the wind, fluttering and swaying, and I don't know where it was blown to.

Maybe she has left Lanruo Temple and left the Black Wind Forest, although this way of leaving is undesirable for her, but not dying on that land can be regarded as a fulfillment in another sense.

I don't know how long it has been floating, and I don't know when the wind has stopped, because of the last thought of "living", Nie Xiaoqian supported it, but she was already weak enough to be blown away even if there was another gust of the softest spring breeze.

To make matters worse, in a trance, she heard the sound of a rooster crowing.

At dawn in the east, the rooster sings that the world is white, the sky is about to dawn, and as soon as the sun comes out, it is the time when the yin soul ice disintegrates.

In fact, even if the sky is not dawning, when no one reads her words and novels, and her literary tone is cut off, she has become a cloud of vague and real gas, and she can't even condense and form, like a swimming fish out of the water, which can't last too long.

"Is it just dissipating between heaven and earth?"

After all the hardships and grievances, she was finally able to escape from the prison of Lanruo Temple, but she was going to end up scattered, how could she be willing.

The darkness before dawn stretched as far as the eye could see, and it was as cold as an ice cellar.

Nie Xiaoqian, whose body of the yin soul is about to disperse, wants to find a place to go and wait for the deadline.

It was only when he turned back that a temple monument that had been mottled appeared in front of him.

"Daoxiang Temple", Nie Xiaoqian found that she was blown near a temple in the wind and rain.

Daoxiang Temple, the temple only enters, a few feet square, no doors and no windows, there is a dilapidated image.

"It seems that I have a lot of fate with the temple in this life."

Nie Xiaoqian smiled bitterly and tried to move, inch by inch, and finally passed through the wall to the temple before dawn.

The cramped Daoxiang Temple is dark and damp, and there is no temple blessing.

A few feet away, there is a god I don't know what it is, clay sculpture and wood carving, dull and lifeless, but recognizable as a female god.

In front of the statue of the god, there is a mess on the table, the teacup candlestick is crooked, and only the incense burner has three pillars of incense, but the incense is almost burned out, and the remaining smoke curls and lingers.

Nie Xiaoqian, who barely floated in front of the incense, felt a trace of warmth emanating from the statue, and got into the statue under the instinct of seeking advantage and avoiding harm, and then fell asleep from exhaustion, losing consciousness, not knowing that the east was white.

The sky was gray and gloomy, and the drizzle was silky.

Stepping on the mud, Wang Lin stepped into the barren smoke and grass where the bones were exposed.

After several lives and deaths, and several twists and turns, he finally saw this smelling mass grave.

But seeing the tombstones like a forest, the graves like buckets, one after another, densely extended, countless, making people shudder.

Wiping a handful of rain from his face, Wang Lin turned his head and said to Ji Zongbu on the side: "This is the Soul Summoning Gang, where Miss Nie's bones were buried in the first place." ”

Ji Zongbu, who was carrying a spear, nodded, walked to a grave that had been cut open with heavy steps, and looked at the tombstone with the words "Tomb of His Beloved Daughter Nie Xiaoqian".

The little monk clasped his hands together and pronounced a Buddha name without joy or sadness: "Amitabha." ”

Ye Ye's eyes on the side immediately turned red, and asked Wu Lan to let her down, but Wu Lan couldn't resist her, so in desperation, she had to carefully put her off her back.

The mass grave is extremely yin, and it is not a place where the living should stay, let alone a patient like Ye Ye. However, when he heard that Sister Nie, whom he admired the most, was buried here in the first place, Ye Ye forced Wu Lan to follow with her sick body.

Ye Ye held Nie Xiaoqian's tombstone, her expression was sad, her shoulders trembled, and she sobbed and said, "It turns out that Sister Nie is really a ghost, it's so pitiful." ”

Wu Lan, who was holding an umbrella with one hand and pressing her back with the other, and was ready to convey true qi to cheer her up, was helpless and had to persuade: "Although Miss Nie is a ghost, she lives stronger than people and is brighter, Ye Ye, should you also have a spirit like her?" ”

Ye Ye ignored Wu Lan's words, but said worriedly: "It was so chaotic last night, and I don't know where Sister Nie went, is it safe now?" ”

Last night, Qi Guo intended to be unfavorable to Nie Xiaoqian, Wang Lin and they came to the rescue, and they fought very hard, until dawn, Qi Guo weighed the pros and cons, and tracked the succubus away, so Wang Lin and they didn't know where Nie Xiaoqian was.

Wang Lin is more optimistic: "Miss Nie left with her ashes altar last night, and she should have regained her freedom." Presumably, as long as we don't leave the county, it stands to reason that she will come out to look for you and me tonight. ”

"Miss Nie has a free body, she can go anywhere, and she can be regarded as a positive result of cultivation."

"It's just a pity that the thousand-year-old demon has not been completely eliminated, and it will come out to harm people in the future."

"Even if it comes out to hurt people, it will be a hundred years later. Didn't Qi Guo say that the foundation of the thousand-year-old demon was cut off by him, and his vitality was greatly damaged, and it was impossible to recover without hundreds of years of reconstruction. ”

"In a hundred years, we won't be able to see."