In view of the fact that a friend mentioned the degree of the degree, here is a brief explanation: the real world country has canceled the degree system, and there is only a certificate at present, I really checked this when I wrote it, but the background of this article is the time and space of the Yuan Dynasty after the Dynasty, similar to the Ming Dynasty, the degree is more authoritative, well, it also involves some plot arrangements in the future.

Yuan Xing once searched the county records of Qingzhou on the Internet, a hundred years ago when the civil strife in Dayong, the historic Tianchan Temple was tragically burned down, and now only from some sporadic travelogues can find its relevant records.

He thought he would see a ruined wall, but when he climbed the mountain according to his memory, he was greeted by a green bush jungle, and the power of time had erased everything about this temple.

This time from his hometown, he subconsciously walked here, although he had been mentally prepared, but he didn't expect it to be such a situation. I couldn't tell what it was like in my heart, so he stood for a long time, and finally sighed and turned to leave.

Walk down the hill along the road, but not in the direction of returning to the town of Aconit. Now that I've seen it here, the next road no longer has a clear destination, let alone a direction, but just a casual one, where to go.

Today's weather is not good, it has been gloomy since the morning. As soon as I left the town, it began to rain, at first the silk rain continued, in this hot and dry season to bring people a rare comfort, but gradually, the rain became a line, and it became bigger and bigger, the pedestrians on the road either returned by car, or found a place to shelter from the rain, only the fate was different, he put on the newly bought hat, and continued to move forward in the rain.

A well-wisher wanted to give him a ride, but he refused with a smile. There are also those who do not pay attention to driving, and they do not slow down when they see someone on the side of the road, and they will inevitably be splashed with muddy water, and he is not angry, he carries the soaked cloth shoes in his hands, and walks on the highway barefoot.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the rain flowed down the hat, but Yuan Xing felt more and more happy, the rain not only washed his body, but even the irritability in his heart seemed to flow down, it was simply hearty......

…… A ghost, this kind of chic only lasted for a moment, and when the clothes were all soaked, it was miserable, and it was very uncomfortable to wrap tightly around the body.

That's why I hate rain. Yuan Xing muttered, and couldn't help but speed up his pace, and even used light skills when there was no one around. He was tired from walking all morning, and now he just wanted to find a place to solve the lunch problem, and take shelter from the rain by the way, well, that's it.

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Zhang Ziming felt that he was unlucky, he came out to work in the summer vacation, but he didn't expect that he had just finished delivering a wave of express delivery, and the motorcycle tire burst on the way back, but fortunately there was a depression on the cliff on the side of the road, just to allow people to shelter from the rain, he ran a few steps and ran over, maybe his body was very wet, and when he ran to the depression, there was already a man and a woman hiding there, and he shivered unconsciously. It's weird today, why is it so cold in the summer? Are you going to catch a cold? He muttered a word and stopped talking, he was just worried about how to push the motorcycle back when the rain stopped later.

Just as he was frowning, a barefoot man wearing a hat ran in the distance, and when the man took off the hat, he revealed a shiny bald head, which was actually a monk.

The monk is also strange, there are obviously three people standing here, but he just nodded to himself as a greeting, but turned a blind eye to the other two, only to see him wring out the water on his robe, then took out a plastic bag in the cloth bag on the crossbody, took out a dry and hard steamed bun and gnawed it.

Zhang Ziming couldn't help frowning, this monk was quite rude, while eating, he was still looking towards himself, and his eyes were really uncomfortable.

Probably seeing his dissatisfaction, the monk smiled awkwardly, but instead of retracting his gaze, he turned to the other two people.

Zhang Ziming looked down, but found that the two people had moved to the edge of the depression at some point, far away from him and the monk, bowing their heads and saying nothing.

The monk stared at it for a long time before turning his head back, then took out his phone and fiddled with it.

Zhang Ziming couldn't help pouting when he saw it, being a monk is really rich, this mobile phone is the latest, the price is definitely not cheap, and if you can't get it, it's a fake monk who cheats money. Thinking of this, he lost the interest in talking to him.

In this way, no one spoke in a few people, and there was only the sound of "popping" on the mobile phone and the sound of rain.

Yuan Xing felt that he was unlucky, and when he came out to practice, he was poured by the rain and not to mention, looking for a place to have lunch, and he could also encounter unscientific things. If you have a mirror, you have to look at yourself to see if there are really three words of bad luck engraved on the door of your head. Of course, there is another one at the scene who is even more tragic than him, covered in black gas, if he doesn't care, he will definitely be unlucky.

He took out his mobile phone, opened it first, sent his location to Xiang Ling, and then left a message.

Bald Archmage: "Help me find out if there have been any homicides in this location in recent years, or there have been accidents, the deceased should be two young people, a man and a woman." ”

After a few moments, the other side came back to me.

Huo Ling: "Sanzang, I have checked, there has been no accident in this place for several years, and there is no record of receiving any reports. ”

Impossible! Yuan Xing looked at the clothes of the two people not far away, they were very fashionable, they should have died recently.

Bald Archmage: "Then check the nearby towns to see if there are any reports of a man and a woman missing at the same time." ”

Fire Spirit: "Okay, by the way, you've encountered another evil?" So it must be a man and a woman, this time it can't be a ghost, right? Wouldn't it be nice to ask them how they died? Smiley jpg"

Bald Archmage: "White-eyed jpg, these two ghost breaths are extremely unstable, they should have just been formed, can they communicate with the poor monk and still use you to check?" Contact the local police station, and find a professional to overdo it by the way. ”

Fire Spirit: "Dumbfounded, aren't you a professional clergy?"

Bald Archmage: "Will the poor monk tell you that we can only physically exceed?"

That's the case, it's the first time he's seen such a big ghost, and he hasn't learned about related business!

The so-called evil that I encountered before was just some impurities produced when the aura was revived, and there was no reason and wisdom at all, so it was nothing to destroy at will.

If someone does evil, he can also beat the other party to kneel and call him dad in minutes. And he is familiar with this aspect, and he is easy to grasp.

But ghosts are different, they are sane and belong to the six realms, you can't engage in racial discrimination just because people are not human, right? What's more, these two have obviously just formed, and they have not harmed anyone, it is too unreasonable for you to shout and kill when you come up, besides, he really hasn't learned to exorcise ghosts.

He took back his mobile phone, the steamed bun in his mouth was swallowed into his stomach, his eyes glanced at the two shadows again, and he decided to find a big temple to place an order when he turned around, and he had to learn professional skills such as overdoing things.

What now? Why don't you try chanting?