She stood in front of the screen window, looking up at the thunderous sky, and couldn't help frowning: "This year's rain seems to be particularly ......"

I heard that there was little rain in the Great Wei, but now it seems that there is more rain than in the Central Plains.

When the palace maid who made the bed heard this, she turned around and smiled: "Yes! This year, for some reason, there was a lot of rain. I heard of some mountainous places, and the mountains were washed away by heavy rain! Fortunately, the drainage of Daliang City was done well, and there was no flooding. ”

Shen Miaoyan looked at the sky for a while, and Lian Che came over to find her, "Sister, eldest brother, please come over." ”

"I'll come now." She answered, picked out a thin cloak and fastened it, and walked out of the room with him.

As he walked through the verandah, Shen Miaoyan noticed that the balustrades and eaves of these wooden verandahs were carved with nineteen-petal lotus flowers.

She stopped, reached out and stroked gently.

Lian Che explained: "When Yong'an Temple was built, the ghost market produced a large amount of silver and craftsmen, so there are also totems of the ghost market. ”

"The Buddhist temple that crosses people and transcends life is painted with the totem of purgatory......" Shen Miaoyan chuckled, "It's really ironic." ”

Lian Che was noncommittal.

The two came to the separate courtyard where the Ghost Emperor stayed, and saw that Wei Chengyang, Jun Tianlan and Jun Shuying were also there.

Horse hanging.

"Hahaha, Bendi is reconciled again!"

The Ghost Emperor overthrew the row of mahjong in front of him, unceremoniously took the silver tickets in front of the other three, and stretched out his hand to shuffle the cards, "Come on, come again!" ”

Shen Miaoyan's forehead crossed three black lines, this is ...... What weird art style?

Jun Tianlan caught a glimpse of Shen Miaoyan coming in, pursed his thin lips slightly, and continued to shuffle the cards quietly.

"Cousin Huang." Shen Miaoyan bowed to Wei Chengyang's side.

Wei Chengyang stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Tianjue came just in time, wait for my cousin to see how to play the cards." ”

Shen Miaoyan was about to respond, but the Ghost Emperor said casually: "No." The four of us play cards, what does it mean to ask her to help watch a little girl's film? ”

said, stacked the mahjong in front of him, "Bendi is a little hungry, Xiao Lian'er said that the steamed buns made by the county lord are very delicious, I don't know if Bendi has this mouthful?" ”

Calling her here just to eat the steamed buns she made?

Shen Miaoyan was suspicious, glanced at him quietly, and said with a smile: "It's my honor to be able to cook for the Ghost Emperor." ”

As he spoke, he left with Lian Che.

Lian Che silently led her to the backyard, she looked at the slender and slender back of the young man, and said tentatively, "Do you know something?" ”

Lian Che didn't speak, and he could see that he was in a bad mood.

Shen Miaoyan's heart was even more puzzled.

The two walked a long way, so long that Shen Miaoyan wondered if they had already left Yong'an Temple.

The further you go, the more dilapidated the wood of the verandah becomes, but the nineteen-petal lotus pattern carved on it becomes more and more complex and gorgeous.

Lian Che stopped at the end of the promenade.

The end of the corridor has collapsed, and the lotus carved on the railing is already overlapping and dense, compared with the lotus patterns in the temple, it is more enchanting and gorgeous, and there is no longer the holiness of the lotus itself.

Shen Miaoyan looked around, surrounded by rolling mountains, and in front of him was a deserted, uninhabited courtyard.

"There's a kitchenette in there." Lian Che's face was pale, and he walked towards the courtyard.

Shen Miaoyan raised his head, the plaque in the courtyard had long been weathered, so he couldn't see the inscription on it clearly.

In front of the wooden door, there is a stone carved Maitreya Buddha statue, after about a hundred years, it looks like it has no edges and corners, the face is blurred, and it can be vaguely distinguished that it is laughing silently at the south.

Lian Che pushed open the door, Shen Miaoyan stepped into the courtyard, and there were indeed a few low tile houses inside, and a few maple trees grew outside the small kitchen, obviously it was summer, but the maple leaves were also fiery red, and occasionally a few leaves floated down, like the cry of a maple tree.

The silence all around, the black tiled houses, and the bright red maple leaves, should be a pleasing scenery, but there is an inexplicable depressing weirdness and suffocation.

Shen Miaoyan was carefully looking at the room, there was a small sound of shredding in the small kitchen, the small wooden door squeaked open, and a young monk walked out with a food box and his head down.

Lian Che grabbed Shen Miaoyan's waist, and his body moved, and he had already swept up the tree.

Shen Miaoyan stared at the monk below and subconsciously raised her eyebrows.

This monk Yasheng is white and delicate, but there are a few fine lines between his eyebrows, as if he often frowns.

What's even stranger is that he has only one leg.

Monk Mi didn't notice the two people hiding in the tree, and hurriedly left with the food box.

After he left, Lian Che took Shen Miaoyan into the small kitchen, and Shen Miaoyan was keenly aware that the chimney in the kitchen was blocked.

She looked at the still steaming stove, and it was obvious that the monk was quietly hiding here to cook, as if he was afraid of being discovered.

She looked into the corner again, where vegetables and fruits were piled up, and the tables, chairs and benches were spotlessly cleaned, and it was clear that someone had lived here.

Is it the one-legged monk?

He left with a food box, did he go to Yong'an Temple to chant sutras, or did he ......

Who to bring food to?

"Bring me here, what does the Ghost Emperor want to do?" Shen Miaoyan turned his head to look at Lian Che.

Lian Che stared at the fiery red maple tree outside the window, "Isn't my sister curious about this one-legged monk?" Who is he, why does he live here alone, and who does he bring food to......"

"Who is he, what does he do, and what does it matter to me?" Shen Miaoyan chuckled, "After going through too much, I realized that curiosity is the most important thing." Lian Che, I just want to marry and have children in peace and spend my life safely. ”

"Sister wants to do this, can it really be like this? My sister doesn't take the initiative to find trouble, but trouble often takes the initiative to find the door. Lian Che played with the stoneware tea set on the table, "Sister, don't forget to trade with the eldest brother...... There is such a thing as fate, which cannot be avoided. ”

"Deal?"

Shen Miaoyan concentrated, looking down at the golden scar in her palm, the golden silkworm was still in her body......

- Swear allegiance to the ghost city, protect the ghost city, and after you get what you want, return here and never leave in this life. Until death, Fang Xiu.

-- The foundation of the country is the people. If I were emperor, I would never let this misfortune befall my people!

-- Those who enter the ghost market are the ghosts of the ghost market. This takes effect to be loyal to the ghost city and protect the ghost city. Life and death, no complaints. Until death, Fang Xiu.

A chill suddenly rushed from behind her, "Lian Che ......"

The young man in red didn't know when he came to her, raised her chin, and his dark eyes were deep and waveless, "Sister, the so-called death is at the cost of life." The astrolabe of fate has begun to turn, and it can't stop...... My sister can't make it stop, and my eldest brother can't ......."

Shen Miaoyan slowly clenched her palms, "You have hidden a lot of things from me, obviously you are deceiving me into making that kind of deal......

Lian Che sighed and stroked her cheek, "But my sister finally agreed." Emperor Yinuo, no regrets in this life. ”

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