"I don't know what this brother is called?"

"In Xia Ning Caichen, I am really penniless and can't find a place to stay, can you allow me to stay for one night."

Hearing what the bearded man said, Ning Caichen looked at Meng Fan expectantly, and his pleading meaning was beyond words.

Compared with Yan Chixia, who has a rough appearance, Meng Fan has a more kind face and is easier to gain the trust of others.

"Just call me Jiuru, or Meng Daoren."

And Meng Fan did not disappoint, with a gentle smile on his face, he responded: "Brother Ning wants to stay here, naturally there is no problem, the monks' houses in the east and west compartments are at your disposal, and they all have beds inside." ”

"Thank you, Chief."

"It's okay, just sit down and roast together, the dishes here are delicious, please."

In fact, Meng Fan didn't care too much about Ning Caichen, the world of A Chinese Ghost Story had been tossed beyond recognition by himself, and now that the locust tree spirit was dead, the fate between Nie Xiaoqian and this belated scholar was completely exhausted.

I don't know if this change is good or bad.

Anyway, the two were not together in the original play, not long after Xiaoqian was reincarnated, when she was still holding a baby in her hand, Ning Caichen was no different from Fu Qingfeng, who looked the same and had gone through hardships together.

While Meng Fan was thinking, Ning Caichen couldn't help but be happy when he saw the sumptuous dishes on the table, and thanked him again, and then remembered something, and complained indignantly:

"I heard those passers-by in Guobei County say that there are female ghosts in Lanruo Temple who harm people, but now I know with my own eyes that they are bullying me and outsiders!"

"There are many gods, gods, ghosts and ghosts in the world, they are all people in the rivers and lakes in order to cheat money, and they are just spreading false rumors."

As he spoke, he took off his somewhat wet robe, looked at the dense cinnabar talisman printed on the back of his heart, and shook his head helplessly.

Evil Charm Talisman.

The details such as the gall and the feet are readily available, and there are surging mystical methods operating independently.

It's so clear that it can't be true, Yan Chixia saw this, and couldn't help but scold: "Stupid!" Don't talk nonsense if you don't have much knowledge! ”

"Not bad."

Ning Caichen was so stupid and cute, he didn't hear that Yan Chixia was scolding him, and thought he was echoing himself, so in order to integrate into the circle as soon as possible, he hurriedly added:

"Those fools always lie to people that there are demons and monsters in the world, and they have to buy a lot of money to buy talismans to ensure safety."

"Not long ago, I was walking down the street in wet clothes, and I accidentally stained a few yellow talismans, but I was chased by the stall owner for a few streets, and I was counted down at once, and I really had nowhere to reason, and now I have cinnabar marks on my back."

Meng Fan: "......"

There are eyes that don't know Mount Tai.

In the original play, these cinnabar sigils did protect him for a while.

On the other side, Yan Chixia herself doesn't like weak people, and now seeing this scholar talking, she can't help but be a little angry, and scolded directly:

"You nerd, I was talking about you just now, don't run around at night, and it's better to keep your clothes as they are, maybe a ghost will come out of nowhere and eat you on the spot!"

The sound almost shook the beams of the house, which frightened Ning Caichen's body on the spot, and then he raised the fast son who picked up the vegetables and trembled, and the pheasant meat slipped off on the spot.

"Brother Tai don't want to scare me, if there are really ghosts here, how can you and Meng Daochang still drink peacefully?"

Ning Caichen was obviously very scared, but he still responded with his neck stalked, refusing to be soft at all, and insisting on his own reasoning.

"I'm really blind, ...... here"

However, before Yan Chixia finished speaking, she was directly interrupted by Meng Fan and said, "Hey, Zi Bu is strange and confused, Brother Ning is a person who reads sage books, don't talk about this, let's continue to eat." ”

If you can stop it for a while, you can't stop it for a lifetime.

Next, the two argued again, at first Yan Chixia could still roar a few times, but then she was restrained by Ning Caichen's soft personality and strong personality, and she couldn't lose her temper at all.

You came and went on the dinner table, and there was a lot of noise, until Xiao Qian stroked the piano and sang, and then became stable.

opened his mouth once, Meng Fan didn't care about the two of them anymore, sat quietly on the side, and ran away with his mind.

It is still far from the day when the old demon of Montenegro marries Nie Xiaoqian, but this matter will definitely be similar to the original play, and conflicts will break out in advance-

Take the death of the dryad grandmother as the divide.

In the original play, the dryad was just sealed, and the Black Mountain side received the news early and put together the welcoming team.

And in six days, it will be the Zhongyuan Festival, when the ghost gate will be opened, the two worlds of yin and yang will communicate autonomously, a fight is inevitable, and it is impossible for the old demon of Montenegro to let go of Nie Xiaoqian.

How can a demon who has been practicing for tens of thousands of years easily indulge in women?

I'm afraid there is something else strange in it!

……

In the middle of the night, Ning Caichen was full of wine and food, and soon became sleepy, his face was full of exhaustion, and he was yawning constantly.

Meng Fan didn't keep him, and ordered: "Come here, take Brother Ning to find a monk to live in." ”

"Remember, no one is allowed to disturb his rest!"

The last sentence was deliberately brought out separately and said, and the female ghost could naturally understand the meaning, and hurriedly responded:

"Yes, the slave will never dare to disturb Ning Gongzi, and the others will also keep this matter in mind."

"Thank you, Brother Jiuru, for your hospitality." Ning Caichen was still able to maintain a little sobriety, and arched his hand.

However, he had just followed the female ghost for a few steps, and seemed to suddenly think of something, and suddenly turned around and said to Yan Chixia:

"Bearded, you should learn more from Meng Daochang, being vicious is natural and cannot be remedied, so speak kindly, don't open your voice as if you want to eat people!"

"Hmph, you!"

Yan Chixia couldn't help but get angry, her temper came up, and she immediately wanted to make a move, and then instantly put down her raised wrist.

Whether it is the execution of corrupt officials or the elimination of demons, he will not be soft, but he really has no temper to deal with this kind of powerless scholar.

I had to hold my breath, grab the unopened wine jar on the ground, and pour it in a big gulp.

Ning Caichen is also clever, he will accept it when he sees it, and as soon as he finishes speaking, he will leave immediately, not giving Yan Chixia a chance to speak again.

"Brother Yan, just a mortal, don't have to meet with him, let's open the spirit wine and continue to drink!"

One thing descends one thing.

Some people are born like enemies, cute scholars, and when they encounter a rough chivalrous man with a knife mouth and a tofu heart, Meng Fan couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

"This scholar is really stupid, if it weren't for the timely appearance of Taoist friends, eradicating the thousand-year-old locust tree spirit, facing the ghosts and monsters of Lanruo Temple, I don't know if he can still be so big-hearted."

"Really...... Don't talk about it, drink and drink! ”

With Meng Daochang's greeting in advance, the female ghosts, who had already become well-behaved, did not dare to disturb.

Therefore, Ning Caichen, who lived in Lanruo Temple for a short time, lived very peacefully, and was not sucked dry of yang qi and turned into skeletons of passers-by, and there were no glamorous female ghosts to touch the piano.

Of course, because of Nie Xiaoqian's poignant singing, he took the initiative to go to the water house to peep, hesitated for a long time, but still didn't dare to talk, and finally slept peacefully, and returned to Guobei County early the next morning to continue to ask for debts.

In this way, I went out early and returned late for several days, and every time I returned empty-handed.

"Xiucai rebelled, and it won't be successful in ten years!"

"It's just a debt collection, and I haven't heard a splash for so many days, which is really stupid."

Yan Chixia scolded and scolded, but in fact, she was faintly inclined to help him collect debts.

Of course, in the face of Meng Fan's smiling eyes, the bearded tsundere declared that he had had enough and hoped to send this annoying nerd away as soon as possible.

Day, night.

On the wine table.

"The innkeeper owes the most, and he didn't want to pay back the money under the pretext that the account book was not clear, but then I heard that I have been living in Lanruo Temple, and today I will directly give an extra sixty taels."

"Then you won't leave?"

Hearing this, Ning Caichen couldn't help but sigh, and said with a depressed face: "Other families in the county also owe Jibao Zhai silver taels, but I don't know the amount. ”

"In addition, they are all poor, some families have lost their homes, and some families have suddenly changed their laborers, and only a few children are left begging on the streets.

When I came back, the last person I went to was that the little girl was selling herself on the side of the road to bury her father, and I couldn't bear to speak, but gave her the money I had overcharged from the inn. ”

After opening the chatterbox, Ning Caichen began to talk about his debt collection process during this period of time, which can completely explain what human suffering is.

Broken families and deaths can be seen everywhere.

Loneliness is not uncommon.

The inn and the coffin shop had a good business, and he took advantage of the prestige he had gained from staying overnight in Lanruo Temple to get the only and huge amount of money, but he relented and took it in.

Yan Chixia couldn't help asking, "Then what are you going to do, continue to consume?" ”

"The court is dark, the world is difficult, the people are not living, it is not easy for anyone to live, I don't want to collect these debts."

Ning Caichen ate a simple meal, pointed to the backpack that was casually placed in the corner, and arched his hand towards the two of them:

"Thank you two for taking care of you for the past few days, you will leave tomorrow morning, and you will see you again in the future."

Soon, Ning Caichen went back to the room to rest, and Yan Chixia, who was arguing with him, sighed deeply and said: "The scholar is stupid, but his character is kind, I'm really afraid that he will die on the road by accident, alas, damn the world, jackals, tigers and leopards are rampant!" ”

It is true that they did not experience the things of living and dying together in the plot, but the two still unconsciously developed a good friendship.

Thinking of this, Meng Fan thought about it for a while, and said seriously: "Since Brother Yan is worried about him, then I will give him a magic weapon before parting, as long as he does not encounter a thousand-year-old spirit, he has to die to make up for it, and he can ensure that his life is safe." ”

Due to his own appearance, Ning Caichen lacked a relationship, and this person had a good personality and belonged to one of the few compassionate hearts in the dark and troubled times, so Meng Fan decided to give the treasure.

"The merits of Taoist friends are immeasurable."

"Just do it, don't talk about it."

The next day, early in the morning.

A lightning strike wooden pendant engraved with the Cross Sutra and repeatedly sacrificed was hung on Ning Caichen's neck, and ordinary ghosts saw this thing and did not dare to approach it at all.

In order to avoid being told by scholars that she was stingy, this bearded man also carved a sheathed sword with iron wood in advance, and sealed three sharp sword qi in it, even if it is exhausted, it will be a simple magic weapon in the later stage.

"Alas, he actually has a singing and crying relationship with you, it's a pity."

After sending Ning Caichen away, Meng Fan went back to his room and said to the corner.

"Me?"

Nie Xiaoqian appeared, raised her hand and pointed at her face, her face was full of disbelief, and she denied it on the spot: "How could I like this kind of weak scholar." ”

"Ten miles of Pinghu is full of frost, and every inch of green silk is sad. Look at the moon-shaped single look at each other, only envy the mandarin duck and not the immortal. ”

Under her curious gaze, Meng Fan told the story one by one, thinking that Xiao Qian would show a touch and sadness on her face, but she didn't think that she would just smile freely.

"Dao Chief, compared to the so-called fate, what is happening now is real, to be honest, I feel like I like you."

"Haha, the poor road knows that he is as rich as jade, and he rescued you from the sea of suffering, and it is normal for the girl to have a good impression."

“……”

In terms of feelings, Meng Fan is a lot more free, there is a difference of 108,000 miles between a good impression and a promise between life and death, there is no need to be afraid of a snake and scorpion.

Time passed.

The mid-year festival is approaching.

With Yan Chixia's help, Meng Fan arranged some means in advance, no matter what accidents occurred, he made himself calm.

The night before, he didn't let the female ghosts prepare a meal, but gathered all of them, took out all the urns they had when they were alive, and said:

"The ghost door is about to be opened, I am with the old demon of Montenegro, everyone bring their own urns and leave!"

"If you want to be reincarnated, settle your bones, and quickly reincarnate, if you don't want to suffer from reincarnation, and continue to be born in troubled times, find a quiet place to cultivate with peace of mind, hold your fate tightly in your own hands, and remember not to be evil."

In addition to their good appearance, the talents of this group of female ghosts are actually very ordinary, plus they were enslaved by the tree demon in the past, and they have been used as a tool to seduce men and absorb yang energy, so the inner breath is mixed, and there is almost no possibility of achieving immortal paths.

And Meng Fan's move can be regarded as the friendship between each other during this time.

When the female ghosts heard this, they looked at each other, and after a while, they walked out of a leader, first kowtowed to him seriously, and then picked up their ashes, and disappeared in an instant.

"Thank you, Chief! Mercy to the ghosts! ”

With the leader, the rest of the female ghosts believed it and hurriedly picked up their urns.

After a few kowtows, the vicinity of Lanruo Temple became completely cold, and the Midyear Festival was approaching.

This is the Ghost Festival, it is the day when the ghost door of the underworld is opened, if there is a fairy Buddha suppression, there are rules and constraints between heaven and earth, everything is okay to say.

The world is ...... right now

It is not an exaggeration to say that the crucifixion day of the living, the lonely souls and wild ghosts that no one pays tribute to, let alone the deviation of the physique, even if the 30-year-old pig killing strong man encounters unclean things, he may encounter unwarranted disasters.

Just after noon on this day, the yin wind has been rolled four times, and the forest mist swept the whole world, and countless dark money paper flowers swirled in the air, looking particularly infiltrating and weird.

Outside Lanruo Temple, on a beautiful deserted mountain peak about 100 zhang high, Meng Fan sat cross-legged silently, wearing an azure robe fluttering in the wind.

Under the gaze of the magic eye, in the mist that shrouded a county for hundreds of miles, there were groups of lonely souls and wild ghosts.

It is no exaggeration to say that the total number of living people in the surrounding five hundred miles is not as many as the ghosts seen in the blink of an eye today, which is an inevitable phenomenon of yin and yang decline and chaos in the world.

On the side, Yan Chixia, who had greatly increased her cultivation, held up the wine gourd, without the slightest fear on her face, but poured clear wine into her mouth with a big gulp, which really responded to the joke before:

Drinking so much wine from Taoist friends, you can't do it if you don't want to sell your life, otherwise, your heart is really uneasy.