Coming out of Jinling Temple, Liu Ruyan happened to be on the same road with female believers, she chatted a few words casually, and after coming to the workshop, several people waved goodbye.

Liu Ruyan and Shen Yanchu walked back to the courtyard.

He stopped outside the house, stretched out his hand, brushed the broken hair between her sideburns, and said softly, "Don't be too tired, go to bed early." ”

She whispered, "Okay." ”

Liu Ruyan walked into the room, turned around to cover the door, she came to the table, lit the candle, and sat down lazily.

Listening to the little novice, Master Daoxuan's eyes were red before he died, as if he had been possessed by an evil spirit.

Daoxuan, Dali Temple, female musician...... Those who have a depressed heart can see things that ordinary people can't see......

She yawned, sleepy, washed up, and lay down on the bed early.

In the night, she stared at the curtain above her head.

Jinling is wet and cold in winter, even if you wear it thickly, your hands and feet are still unstoppably cold. Liu Ruyan curled up, feeling frozen and unable to sleep.

She turned over and saw the dead branches outside the window, snorting in the wind, and only heard a "pop", as if something had fallen to the roof.

There was an intermittent sound from the roof, and she opened her eyes wide to see a long shadow, and slowly, climbed up the window lattice.

The dark shadow pierced through the window screen in an instant, getting closer and clearer, and came in the direction of the head of the bed.

Liu Ruyan wanted to get up, but found that she seemed to be fixed on the bed board, unable to move. She turned her face sideways and saw the dark shadow silently approaching, swimming along the leg of the bed to her pillow.

By the light of the moon, she finally saw a black shadow, a long clump of hair.

It was raised like a snake, and a grotesque face peeked out of its thick hair. It's more like a piece of flesh that has been blistered white and swollen than a face, and the facial features are invisible.

It looked down, strands of cold hair slipping down with the rancid smell of damp mold.

"Why don't you save me—why don't you save me—" it asked repeatedly.

Evil spirits in the lake?

Liu Ruyan touched the dagger hidden under the pillow and frowned: "I have neither the ability to change my life against the sky, nor the power to turn things around, how to save you." ”

"Lie to me—lie to me—lie to me—you're all lying to me—" it growled low.

Suddenly, it strangled Liu Ruyan: "You all go to death!" ”

Liu Ruyan was instantly submerged by her hair, and the whole person seemed to sink into a vast ocean, in a hurry, she grabbed a rosary by the pillow, and used all her strength to hit the rosary towards the evil spirit.

In an instant, the evil spirit dispersed like black smoke.

Liu Ruyan struggled to sit up, looking at the empty house, her chest rising and falling.

The moonlight was bright, and through the window screen, there seemed to be a figure standing outside the window.

She lifted the Cold Moon Scimitar with palpitations and silently walked to the door.

Pushing open the door, I saw a young monk standing in the courtyard, wearing a snow-colored robe and holding a rosary in his hand.

She suddenly remembered the rosary that had repelled the evil spirit.

The monk recited the words, the Sanskrit sound was solemn, and after a while, he turned around and looked at Liu Ruyan from afar.

Liu Ruyan recognized this person as Master Daoxuan, who had long since passed away.

"Why is the holy monk here?" She withdrew her scimitar.

Dao Xuanqi lips: "It's the donor who wants to see the poor monk." ”

Liu Ruyan was stunned, so she asked, "Who was the holy monk victimized?" ”

Dao Xuan just looked at each other indifferently and folded his hands: "My Buddha is compassionate." ”

She didn't understand what kind of dumb riddle this monk played, and wanted to continue to ask again, but the rosary in Daoxuan's hand suddenly dispersed, and the moment it landed, it turned into skulls, reflecting the scorching fire, and Daoxuan also changed his appearance, and the three-headed and six-armed one was actually Asura.

Asura stepped on the white bones, held the sun and the moon in his hands, and his eyebrows were compassionate, and Liu Ruyan stood in front of him, as small as dust.

"Nam no Amitaba night."

"Dotagada night."

The Sanskrit sound was endless, coming from all directions, shaking her dizzy, Liu Ruyan had to cover her head and shout: "Holy monk-"

The next moment, all the fires in front of him were extinguished, and in their place, a group of bald monks were chanting scriptures and playing the magic weapons in their hands.

Among the monks, Dong Qingxian looked like a relative, blowing a basket, and the tune was not desolate.

She walked towards Dong Qingxian and shouted, but the other party was stunned.

She looked behind him, and through the open doors and windows, she saw Shen Yanchu, Bai Zhi, and Gong Yuyu standing inside.

Gong Yuyu seemed to cry: "This guy was fine yesterday, why is it suddenly gone......"

Bai Zhi sighed: "There is no way to return to the sky, and I can't save it." ”

On top of the bed, a man was lying.

Who died? Liu Ruyan thought to herself.

She went into the house, came to the bedside, and saw a girl sleeping on the bed, her face covered with sackcloth. Looking down, she saw that the girl was wearing a jade on her chest.

Liu Ruyan was stunned.

He's dead...... How could it be......

"The hour has come, please send the dead to the ground!" There was a rush from outside.

Shen Yanchu, who had been silent, raised his head suddenly, his voice jerky and hoarse: "I'll send her." ”

With that, he bent down and picked up the girl on the couch, step by step, and slowly walked to the door.

The sackcloth slipped off a corner, revealing a blood-stained face with bright red nail prints.

Shen Yanchu lowered his eyes, and the corners of his eyes were already flushed: "Ruyan, I won't let you wait too long." ”

Liu Ruyan opened her lips, unable to make half a sound, she watched him walk past her, step by step, and gradually move away.

Outside the door, the white snow is white and flawless, and in the backlight, his figure is getting farther and farther away, smaller and smaller, and gradually, it merges with the snow.

Again, nowhere to be found.

She covered her chest, her heart hurting, it hurting......

Liu Ruyan fell into boundless sorrow and couldn't extricate herself, and suddenly, she woke up from her dream.

When I opened my eyes, I realized that my sleeves had already been soaked with tears.

It turned out that he was sitting at the table and fell asleep, no wonder he felt cold, remembering the dream just now, Liu Ruyan put on a coat, pushed open the door, and walked into the courtyard.

Outside, the sky was bright and cloudless.

She knocked on the door next door, and it opened just in time.

"Yan Chu—" she said with a smile.

Shen Yanchu cast a glance, as if he was looking at her, but he didn't seem to be looking.

There were a few more jackdaws in the old trees in the courtyard, fluttering their wings and sweeping into the air, and he tugged at the corners of his lips: "I thought you were back." ”

He shook his head with a wry smile and took a step back, covering the door.

Liu Ruyan stood at the door, motionless, the sound of dripping water sounded in her ears, she lowered her head, and saw the snow splashing blood flowers.

She raised her hands, and between her fingernails were all hideous and terrifying blood and flesh.

Liu Ruyan woke up suddenly, and a layer of cold sweat oozed from her forehead.

She sat next to the desk, a bean-sized candle and wisps of green smoke wafting from the incense burner.

She steadied herself, and her fingertips trembled as she went to reach for the teacup in her hand. It wasn't until a glass of cold water went down her stomach that her consciousness was completely restored.

Liu Ruyan spread out her palms and looked at her nails.

"It turned out to be just a dream." She breathed a sigh of relief.