The old black trees in the black forest behind Cuiping Mountain are coiled with branches, and the black pressure covers the sky and the sun, and there is always a gloomy feeling when walking in this forest.

Yin Lushan walked in the forefront to explore the way, and said: "This White Horse Temple is only afraid that it is not just a monk's adulterous wife and daughter, have you found that the fragrance in the temple is extremely strong, this fragrance comes from the incense in the temple, I have inquired during the day, if you want to incense in the White Horse Temple, you must use their incense, as if you are covering something else with a strong smell." ”

Yuan Bin lined up behind Yin Lushan, nodded and said, "The temple of this White Horse Temple faintly emits a rotten smell, although it is covered by a rich aroma, but it can't hide from my nose. ”

Lord Shaohui was surprised: "Your nose is so sensitive? ”

Yuan Bin said proudly: "That's the divine nose I practiced in the red dust, and it is very sensitive to fragrance, just let me smell it, and I will know which woman is a virgin and which woman is not." ”

Jiang Han was taken aback: "So amazing? ”

Lord Shaohui took a sip and said, "You are simply soaked in the hook bar." ”

"Sage cloud, color eating also." Yuan Bin said proudly: "Don't say whether it is a virgin or not, even if the menstrual affair is a few days old, I can also smell it." For example, the lord of Shaohui ......"

"Ahem!" Jiang Han coughed lightly, interrupted the old critic's words, and said, "Yin Xuezheng is right, the aroma of the White Horse Temple is to cover up the stench emanating from the walls...... There was a murder in this White Horse Temple, there was once a female pilgrim who was humiliated by the monks of the White Horse Temple, hit the pillar and died, was cut into several sections by the monks, and built into the Daxiong Treasure Hall. ”

Hearing this, Yin Lushan and Shao Hui both changed their faces greatly.

"Not only that, this White Horse Temple also colluded with Guo Zhenming, the general judge of Jingzhao Mansion, and it is precisely because of Guo Zhenming that even if there is a murder in the White Horse Temple, it will not fall. I even suspect that there was more than one woman killed at the White Horse Temple. Jiang Han said slowly.

Yin Lushan was shocked and angry, and said, "This Guo Zhenming is simply damned!" How dare he collude with prostitute monks? ”

Jiang Han said: "The White Horse Temple not only collects countless wealth, but also cultivates good-looking monks, gives them to some officials in Kyoto who like male style, and attracts rich people and officials in Kyoto, so as to develop a huge network of contacts." Perhaps there are more dirty things that have gone undiscovered. ”

Yin Lushan was even more shocked, he thought that the White Horse Temple was just doing some dirty things about lewd wives and daughters, but who knew that it would spread to the officials of the entire Kyoto.

If you want to dig deeper, I don't know how many officials will get off the horse.

"This matter must be reported to the imperial court to exterminate the evil monks of the White Horse Temple." Yinlu Mountain Road.

Jiang Han said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid it's not so easy, Xuanguang, the abbot of the White Horse Temple, is not a simple person, if you want to exterminate the evil monks of the White Horse Temple, you have to escape from Cuiping Mountain first." ”

Although he and the abbot Xuanguang had never confronted each other head-on, just now he attacked the west and used the second pair of Shushan Xuehai, and the result was still easily resolved by Xuanguang.

Xuanguang's strength is only afraid that it is far above the Heavenly Dragon Monk.

The four of them endured the sweltering heat in the air, and through the blackened woods, a muddy path soon appeared in front of them.

The path is overgrown with waist-high sharp weeds, but it leads to a dilapidated ancestral hall.

"There's even an ancestral hall in this place?" Jiang Han's eyes moved slightly, his talent flowed in his eyes, and his eyesight suddenly became extremely strong.

From a distance, you can see the mottled and peeling cyan walls of the dilapidated ancestral hall and the tattered tiled eaves.

In the ancestral hall is a dilapidated shrine with a dirty stove curtain hanging in front of the shrine, and a statue of a god offered in the shrine can be faintly seen.

In front of the shrine are the wreckage of some dilapidated paper horses.

Yin Lushan glanced at the ancestral hall and said: "Cuiping Mountain was originally worshiped by the mountain god, and later a monk came to Cuiping Mountain and built a temple, so the White Horse Temple came. ”

Jiang Han walked into the ancestral hall, his eyes moved slightly, the statue of the god offered in the shrine looked like a Buddha but not a Buddha, like a Tao and not a Tao, at first glance, his face was full of compassion, and then the expression on the face of the statue became hideous and exaggerated, full of horror.

Suddenly, a dark wind blew in the forest, and the curtain in front of the shrine kept fluttering, and the expression on the face of the idol seemed to come to life, as if it might come out of the shrine at any time.

Jiang Han felt a little shuddered, took two steps back, and walked out of the ancestral hall, but he still felt as if something was staring at him in the ancestral hall.

This Cuiping Mountain is really not that simple, it is full of weirdness, and it is not without reason that the first abbot who wants to come to the White Horse Temple chose this place to build a temple.

Yuan Bin said suddenly: "Jiang Han, Qiao Qiao, did you hear any sounds?" ”

Jiang Han looked up at Yuan Bin and said, "What's the sound?" ”

Yuan Bin turned his face sideways and carefully distinguished, and said, "It seems to be the sound of eating...... It's inside the ancestral hall. ”

Jiang Han listened attentively, and soon his face changed greatly, and his heart was turbulent.

Sure enough, he heard a chewing sound, like an old man in the ancestral hall munching on food, eating with relish.

But when Jiang Han looked into the ancestral hall, it was clear that there was no one.

No

Yes!

The expressions on the faces of the idols in the shrine seemed to change, and even the paper puppet in front of the shrine seemed to become more mutilated.

Is it an unknown ghost or god enshrined in the ancestral hall who chews something?

Jiang Han couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat for his thoughts.

In this world, there are Confucianism, Taoism, Buddha, demons, and barbarism...... But ghosts and gods are mostly present in books and legends.

Although there are saints in Confucianism, Tianzun in Taoism, and Buddhas in Buddhism, after all, there are legends, even if the saints in the holy ruins are only a trace of the will of the saints.

"Are there other ghosts and gods in this world?" Jiang Han said secretly in his heart.

At this time, Yin Lushan said in a deep voice: "Don't worry about that, it's foggy in the mountains, we have to leave Cuiping Mountain quickly!" This Cuiping Mountain used to be called the Wild Wolf Mountain, especially the Shanyin is a group of wild wolves, although now because the White Horse Temple attracts believers to go up the mountain, resulting in fewer wild wolves, but it may not be nothing. ”

Jiang Han, Yuan Bin, and Shao Hui looked up and saw that there was indeed fog in the forest.

The white mist was like a ghost looming over the crowd.

Everyone was in their hearts.

Although their strength is not bad, they are still flesh and blood, and if they encounter a wild wolf, they will still die if they bite it.

Especially after a fight with the monks of the White Horse Temple just now, a lot of talent has been consumed.

"In the fog, the vision is obstructed, even if the operation is talented, there is no way to recover......" Jiang Han's face changed slightly, Confucian Sheng originally had the magic of seeing things at night, but in the fog, this kind of magic was useless.

As the fog grew thicker, the four of them could barely see anything within two meters of them.

Jiang Han, Yin Lushan and Yuan Bin are okay, they are all Confucians, and the lord of Shaohui is a martial artist, and he almost became blind in the fog, so he could only follow behind everyone.

The four of them plunged headlong into the fog, barely communicating, just following closely the people in front of them.

Walking in the fog is a very depressing thing, not to mention that the teammates have nothing to say.

Listening to the footsteps in front of him, Jiang Han was a little sure in his heart.

At this moment, the person behind him stretched out his hand and put it on his shoulder.

It should be that Shao Hui is afraid that she will not be able to keep up with us, after all, she is a martial artist, and she is blind in this environment...... Jiang Han said: "Yin Xuezheng, can you tell the direction in the fog?" ”

His voice came out, but he didn't hear Yin Lushan's response.

"Can't you hear? It's not going to get separated, is it? Jiang Han frowned, and said, "Yuan Bin, Yin Xuezheng, can you hear it?" ”

His voice echoed through the mountains and forests, but still no one answered.

"Jiang Han, we're just afraid that we'll get separated......" Just when Jiang Han was worried, the nervous voice of the county lord Shaohui came from the front.

"It seems that this fog is too big, and I accidentally got separated, Shaohui, you follow me." Jiang Han said and reached out and patted Shao Hui's hand on his shoulder.

However, the next moment, he felt the touch of a prickly hand, as if it was a furry thing.

Jiang Han was stunned suddenly, he looked ahead, and could see a vague figure in the fog, vaguely the county lord of Shaohui.

If Lord Shaohui walks in front of him, then ......

And whose hand is it on my shoulder?

Jiang Han suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and at this time, a hand was also put on his left shoulder.

"When the hell did you catch up with me? Who's on my shoulders? ”

Jiang Han panicked in his heart, and subconsciously wanted to turn his head to look, but he endured it with great perseverance.

He reached out and took out the Demon Slaying Sword from the Cloud Pattern Qiankun Bag, put it in front of him and shone it behind him.

Through the shadow shining on the demon slaying sword, he suddenly saw that what was on his shoulder was actually a hairy beast claw!

And the claws of the beast were put on his shoulders like a man holding on his shoulders.

Jiang Han almost turned his head away in fright, he took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and moved the demon slashing sword to shine on the things behind him.

I saw a wolf head appear behind him, the wolf's paws were on his shoulders, and the wolf's eyes reflected the cunning light of humanity.

It's as if it's become a spirit.

Jiang Han suddenly thought of a rumor, it is rumored that the wild wolf is very smart, if someone passes by the mountain, the wild wolf will quietly walk behind the person, stretch out two front paws to put on the person's shoulder, imitating the human walk. When someone realizes that something is wrong and looks back, the wild wolf will take the opportunity to bite off the person's throat and bite the person off.

Under the shroud of this fog, Jiang Han was unknowingly approached by a wild wolf and was put on his shoulder.

Jiang Han used the Liming Wen Palace to suppress his panicked emotions, and he couldn't panic at this time, if he turned his head, the carotid artery in his neck would be exposed, and then he was bitten by a wolf and broke the carotid artery, and Jesus couldn't save himself when he came.

With the help of the Demon Slaying Sword, he observed the wolf behind him, and continued to walk forward, quickly thinking about how to get out of danger.

At this time, he saw a cunning and cruel light flashing in the eyes of the wild wolf on the sword shadow, and the wolf's mouth was slightly raised, as if grinning.

This wolf has become a sperm!