Zhang Yuan hides in a dark corner. Quietly waiting for the people in the house to come out. He wasn't waiting, but carefully distinguishing between the muffled snorts and two.

The voice was very familiar, clearly the voice of an old man. After a while, there was another muffled grunt, and the man's voice sounded like that of the peasant woman. The farmer's endurance was much worse than that of the old man, and her muffled snort was not only much louder, but also mixed with more pain.

Zhang Yuan couldn't help but wonder: "What are these two people doing?" He listened for a while, and secretly thought in his heart: "No, there should be a third person." "

Zhang Yuan was listening with his ears sideways. Suddenly, a figure stood in front of him.

Zhang Yuan was shocked: "It's bad, I was so attentive just now that I didn't notice anyone." "

Zhang Yuan subconsciously wanted to hand over the peachwood sword. But he found the man with his back to him. It's floating around in the yard. And looking at her clothes, she looks like a woman.

Zhang Yuan sniffed lightly: "There is no ghost qi." "No wonder I didn't notice her existence just now. Zhang Yuan thought about it secretly. This person was three feet above the ground, floating in mid-air, and it could not be a human. There is no ghost on the body, and it can't be a ghost. What the hell is this guy?

Zhang Yuan looked at this woman, she walked around the courtyard, and suddenly turned her head.

Zhang Yuan saw that her face was covered with blood and scars, and she looked extremely hideous.

Zhang Yuan looked at her in horror. The peachwood sword in his right hand was held tighter. The woman walked over slowly, her eyes glazed over, and there seemed to be no hostility.

Zhang Yuan looked at the woman and hesitated, thinking about whether to give her a sword. At this moment, the woman suddenly raised her hand. However, it didn't look like he was going to attack Zhang Yuan. Because she shot very slowly, her hand was also bloody and blurred, and she stretched out to Zhang Yuan tremblingly.

Zhang Yuan stared at her with a cold expression, as long as she dared to make any moves, Zhang Yuan could guarantee that she would be dissipated within a few seconds.

The woman's hand slowly approached, and it was already about to touch Zhang Yuan's face. Then she stumbled, as if she was about to fall. With a tilt of his body, he held on to the earthen wall behind Zhang Yuan.

And that arm passed through Zhang Yuan's body and pressed against the wall. Zhang Yuan didn't feel anything. He looked at the arm in a daze. As if she hadn't noticed Zhang Yuan's existence, the woman didn't stop her hand and stubbornly drew on the wall. Zhang Yuan stepped aside and saw that the hand had drawn a portrait of a Bodhisattva on the wall. She paints very quickly and vividly. However, the Buddha statue painted with blood from the wound is a bit strange no matter how you look at it.

At that moment, there was a soft knock on the door of the hut.

The woman seemed to be frightened by something, and suddenly vanished. The Buddha statues on the walls also disappeared without a trace, as if none of this had ever existed.

Zhang Yuan returned to that corner. Glaring, like a cat waiting for a mouse to come out of its hole. Patiently looking at the door.

Two people came out of it. A man and a woman, sure enough, it was the couple. The two of them leaned on their backs, supported each other, and slowly returned to the house.

Zhang Yuan waited quietly. According to the previous speculation, there must be another person in the house. However, Zhang Yuan waited for a long time, and no one came out of the house. Not only that, but it was so quiet that you couldn't even hear the sound of breathing.

Zhang Yuan was a little surprised, and slowly walked towards the room. He leaned on the side of the half-hidden door and quietly looked inside.

It's very dark inside, but Zhang Yuan has been cultivating for many years, and his eyesight is very much beyond the reach of people. He saw a black figure, like a wild beast, lying on all fours, lying on the ground, with his head bowed, not knowing what he was doing.

Zhang Yuan was taken aback: "What is this?" Then, in a moment of astonishment. The shadow was gone.

Zhang Yuan hurriedly probed to look for it. Suddenly, I smelled blood in my nose. Zhang Yuanlai didn't have time to make a move, and there was already an extra figure in front of him.

He looked up and saw that this man was the old man's daughter.

Zhang Yuan looked at the girl, a little uneasy. The peachwood sword in his hand didn't know whether he should raise it or stab it. The girl's face was as cold as ice, and there was no emotion in sight. She gently turned sideways, and then stepped away from Zhang Yuan's side. Gone as a matter of course. Leave Zhang Yuan a back.

I don't know what Lu Dao is for, Zhang Yuan, who has always been decisive and never soft. In the face of this girl who was obviously wrong, she didn't make a move.

He returned to his room full of doubts. At this time, it is impossible to sleep. No one could have fallen asleep after seeing it.

So he began to channel the hungry yin and yang qi in his body. The harmony of yin and yang can strengthen the body and cultivate diligently.

After the rooster crowed, Zhang Yuan jumped up from the bed, opened the door, and walked out.

The courtyard became very cozy and peaceful. Every grass and tree in the courtyard looks vibrant. There was no weird atmosphere from last night.

Zhang Yuan paced lightly in the courtyard, trying to find some flaws, but he didn't see anything.

The people of the village got up early. The sun rises and the sun sets. Soon, the old man and the peasant woman also came out of the house.

The two of them couldn't see anything unusual, and still greeted Zhang Yuan with a simple face: "Young man? Waking up so early. The two of us went to work in the fields first, and when the sun came out, we made a fire to cook. "

Zhang Yuan nodded and said casually: "It's really good to exercise a little before eating." "

Then, he walked quickly to the old man's side and said softly, "Last night, I seemed to hear a little movement. "

The old man's face twitched violently. But as soon as it returned to normal, he waved his hand: "What's the movement?" You must have heard it wrong. Young man, are you here to do business? When you're done, let's leave early. "

Zhang Yuan nodded: "When you're done, you'll leave, and when you're done, you'll leave." "

Family ugliness should not be publicized, Zhang Yuan understands this truth. He has walked all the way over the years, and he has seen all the way. Knowing this rule. Zhang Yuan was dressed as an ordinary person, and the old man naturally didn't know that Zhang Yuan was a Taoist priest.

Zhang Yuan touched the peachwood sword in his arms, looked at the back of the old man and the peasant woman who were drifting apart, and said, "I'll leave when I'm done." I, Zhang Yuan, am a Taoist priest, what can I do besides subduing demons and eliminating demons? "

Zhang Yuan turned over and came back, but he didn't expect that there was actually a person standing behind him. He turned around and almost touched the man's face.

This person is really the daughter of an old man.

Zhang Yuan looked at this girl, her face was distinct, and she looked good in the morning light. It's a pity that her expression was as cold as ice, and she looked at Zhang Yuan vigilantly, full of threat.

Zhang Yuan took the initiative and said mysteriously: "Last night"

But the girl didn't give him this chance at all, and turned away. Hung Zhang Yuan there.

Zhang Yuan snorted coldly: "If I don't speak, I can't help it?" "

He didn't go to the room where he had finished it, and tried to push the door in. only to find that there was an iron lock tied to it.

Zhang Yuan looked at the iron lock, but he still didn't do it after all.

He spent the whole morning wandering around the old man's house, but he didn't see anything. Only the weird girl, popping up from time to time, startled him.

However, to his surprise, the girl never said a word, and looked like she was dumb.

At breakfast, the old man and the peasant woman returned. One of them cooks on a fire, and the other sits on a bamboo chair and smokes.

Zhang Yuan walked in front of the old man and saw him pinch out a note, then pour out some tobacco from a small medicine bottle, wrap it in a note, dipped it in spit and roll it into a roll, light it and start to swallow the clouds and spit out the fog.

The smoke was very choking, Zhang Yuan coughed and said, "Brother, let's be honest, there is something wrong with your yard." "

The old man seemed to not know what Zhang Yuan was talking about: "My house, sitting in the north and facing south, has the sun in winter, it is warm, and in summer it is windy and cool." What's wrong? "

Zhang Yuan waved his hand: "I didn't mean this. Forget it, I don't have to beat around the bush. Last night, I saw the two of you coming out of that room. "

The old man's eyes were cold: "Who are you?" "

Zhang Yuan slowly pulled out the peachwood sword in half: "Daoist." "

The old man muttered to himself: "Daoist, you are a Taoist. "

Zhang Yuan saw that the old man was already tempted, struck while the iron was hot, and asked, "How is it?" It's a no-brainer that you have dirty stuff in your house, and I can help you. "

However, the old man shook his head unexpectedly: "You can't help with this matter." Whether there is dirt or not, it's all a matter of our husband and wife. You'd better leave early. "

Zhang Yuan looked at him with a surprised face, and was about to persuade him again. The peasant woman said, "It's time to eat." "

The old man seemed to have been waiting for this opportunity for a long time, and he waved his hand: "Let's go, eat." "

At the dinner table, Zhang Yuan kept peeking at the family of three. He noticed that the old man and the peasant woman seemed to dot on the girl, and that the girl was indifferent to them.

After breakfast, the old man and the peasant woman went to the field. Only Zhang Yuan and the girl were left in this courtyard.

Zhang Yuanzhi said. There's something wrong with this girl. Several times he couldn't help but want to take the girl down. But the girl didn't seem to be afraid of him. It was always dangling in front of him, as if there was something to rely on.

Zhang Yuan hesitated a few times, but in the end he still didn't make a move.

He walked around the courtyard. Gradually, a problem was discovered. The walls of this courtyard are painted with white plaster. It looks clean, but in fact it doesn't make sense.

In this village, no one will waste money on the courtyard wall and paint white ash. Zhang Yuan remembered the painting that the woman he saw on the wall with blood last night, and couldn't help but have a guess: "Could it be that this white ash is to cover something?" "

Zhang Yuan can also be regarded as a bold master. Thinking of this, he immediately pulled out his peachwood sword and smashed and slashed it on the wall. Soon, the white ash peeled off, revealing the skin of the wall behind it.