Huilongguan is still so dilapidated, and the vermilion gate is a little crooked, as if it is about to fall.

"It's the same as the temple I used to live in." Yuan Qingguang said on the side, "Why do you say that our masters like to live in this kind of place? ”

"Can a superior person think the same way as you?" I directly flicked Yuan Qingguang's braincase.

Yuan Qingguang touched his head and said, "However, although the Taoist temple is dilapidated, it has a sense of age and vicissitudes of life. ”

"You kid, I haven't seen you for a few days, this level seems to have grown, and you can actually say this." I said through my teeth.

"That is, with Xiaohui, I have learned a lot of things, I said that being like a red dust is also a practice, this is another kind of practice." Yuan Qingguang said very shamelessly.

"Okay, don't be so upright to yourself."

The two of them exchanged a few words, and I reached out and pushed the door open. With the creak of the gate, the main hall of the Taoist temple appeared in front of me.

At this moment, candles were lit in the hall, and when I pushed the door open, the wind blew in, but the fire in the hall did not flicker.

Yuan Qingguang and I walked into the main hall, and the hall was empty except for the lit candlelight, which indicated that someone was there.

"The smell of my food, I'm hungry." When Yuan Qingguang spoke, there was a gurgling sound in his stomach.

"Can you kid have some luck?" I glanced at him, this kid is a proper foodie.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the back of the house." When I smelled it, I immediately knew that it was a veteran cooker who was cooking in the back.

When I came to the back, sure enough, the old cook was putting noodles in the bowl. Since I went back and forth to Longguan, the food I ate was made by the old way of cooking, and he had a unique skill, that is, the amount of cooking was very accurate. Every time, we were able to eat enough and not have a little food left.

He was now serving the third bowl, and I looked around and there was no one else but the two of us and him.

"I'm back, I'm hungry, I'll serve you." The old cooker very calmly picked up a bowl of noodles and sat down at the stone table under the peach tree in the courtyard.

Yuan Qingguang was not polite at all, picked up a bowl and sat down.

"I'm Chen Taiping's younger brother, what should I call you, I'll call you uncle, okay." Yuan Qingguang was very familiar with the cooking veteran.

"You can call it whatever you want, it's just a title." The cooking veteran said very casually.

"Uncle, your noodles are much better than my master's." Yuan Qingguang was holding a rainbow fart while eating.

"Well, if you want to eat it. You've been on the road for the day, so rest early after eating, and we'll talk about it tomorrow. The old cook said.

I originally wanted to ask where my master and uncle were, but I stopped talking when I heard the old cooking saying this.

After a meal, I went to wash the dishes, and then led Yuan Qingguang into a side room at the back, after entering the house, although I didn't come back for more than half a year, the house was very tidy.

"You're just sleeping here." Yuan Qingguang said and lay directly on the bed.

Looking at everything familiar in the house, I suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in my heart, I have lived in this house since I came to the mountains when I was six years old. This room brings me too many memories, standing in the room, the whole thing is a memory kill.

There was only a thin layer of mattress and a hard mahogany pillow on the bed, but it was much more comfortable to lie on than on a bed that was soft enough to sink people down in a five-star hotel.

By the time I opened my eyes, it was already dawning outside, and I stretched my waist, and I couldn't sleep too comfortably.

I woke up, and so did Yuan Qingguang. Although it is already very bright, the daylight hours are relatively long in summer, and it is still quite early.

When we came to the ancient well, Yuan Qingguang and I fetched water and washed up briefly. Then the two of them began to clean the yard and the hygiene at the gate of the yard.

There are dead branches and leaves in and out of the yard, and the old cooker is actually lazy to do the rest of the things except for being more active in cooking.

Yuan Qingguang and I cleaned up for about half an hour before it was completely cleaned up. We're done with our work, and we've got the meal ready.

In the Taoist temple, I feel that everything seems to have slowed down, and there is no intrigue outside.

After eating, I put away the dishes and chopsticks. The three of them sat down again under the peach tree. The peach tree is full of small green peaches, which is very pleasing to look at.

I took out a cigarette, lit it for myself, took two puffs, and then said, "My master and uncle ......."

Before I finished speaking, the old cook said directly, "When did the two of them go home?" ”

He was right, I entered the Taoist temple on my own, and they rarely stayed in the mountains.

"Did you bring anything with you when you came back this time?" Lao Dao said with a frown.

With something, he asked, but I was a little confused. The old cook is signaling me to bring him something back, but he's not that kind of person. I can't react to what he meant.

"This thing you're carrying is very unusual." The cooking veteran said again.

It was still something very unusual, and I immediately remembered the man's crystal skull. He's not talking about this skull, it's something out of the ordinary.

I took the skull out of my bag and placed it on the table, and I asked, "That's what you're talking about?" ”

The old cook looked at the skull on the table that was hugged by clothes, he didn't open it, but frowned involuntarily, "Where did you get this thing from?" ”

I told me all about how I heard about vampires, how I found the skull, and how the skull almost made me obsessed.

The old cook nodded, and reached out to open the clothes holding the skull, but I reached out to stop him, "This thing can confuse people......"

"It doesn't matter." The old man who cooked directly planned my words, when he opened the skull, he held a piece of talisman paper in his hand, and the moment the skull was exposed, he put the talisman paper on the forehead of the skull.

The skull was like a man who had lost his soul, and it no longer had the brilliance I had seen.

"This thing was made by a mysterious tribe in China, and the process of making this thing is very bloody and cruel." The old cook sighed and said.

Hearing him say this, I quickly asked what was going on, and let me tell us about it.