He sat up suddenly, staring at Fang Houde in a daze: "Old Fang, what did you just say?

"yes, what's wrong?" Fang Houde was a little strange when he saw him react so much.

Ning Yan's pupils shrank, as if he remembered something.

It can't be such a coincidence, right?

No, it's absolutely impossible, it's just just fingers.

It can't be what he thinks in his heart, after all, he's lived in the Taoist temple for so many years, and he doesn't have any, right?

Hurriedly came to the back hall and found the severed finger of the idol in Fang Lao's mouth, and the one that disappeared was the ring finger.

The idol's hands were closed in front of him, and his five fingers were slightly bent, as if he wanted to grasp something between his palms, similar to the Taoist Huyuan Shouyi, but the movements were slightly different.

Originally, these were common scenes, but I don't know if it was because of the psychological effect, Ning Yan always felt a little distorted when he looked at it again, and the missing ring finger seemed very abrupt.

"Did I think too much?"

After a careful inspection, the idol was still cold and unabnormal, even if it was introduced to the spirit yuan to investigate, there was only a feeling of being as deep as the sea, but there was no abnormal reaction.

After making sure that there was no problem, Ning Yan wiped a cold sweat, and felt a little ridiculous in retrospect, he was really worried, how could the idol have anything to do with that darkness?

It's also too, I've been living here all the time, if there is a problem, I'll burp it a long time ago, and I won't wait until now.

It's just that I'm still a little uneasy.

After thinking about it, his mind moved slightly, touching the subtle throbbing in his heart, and performing some kind of calling-like behavior.

Glanced at the statue of Sanqing on the other side of the hall, lifelike, majestic and solemn, it seems that the craftsman found by Fang Lao is really good, and when he saw it in the middle of the night, he thought it was a living person.

Early the next morning, Fang Houde, who was busy working in the yard, saw a fiery red figure flying in the sky in the distance, and wanted to land, but it hit a circle of ripples over the Taoist temple, the light was bright, and the roar was deafening.

"Bastard!"

Chixiao scolded, covering his sore nose, eager to smash this place with one palm, but in the end he resisted the impulse and looked at Fang Houde, who was stunned in the courtyard: "I'm looking for Ning Yan!"

"Okay, okay. ”

Soon after.

Chixiao's arrogant figure stood in the courtyard, staring at Ning Yan who was washing next to the water tank with displeased eyes: "What's the matter with me?" ”

"Gollum...... Phew!"

Spit out the foamy mouthwash, Ning Yan washed his face with water, and finally dried it with a towel, looking refreshed, then he turned around and smiled: "What are you doing in such a hurry, do it first, and then have breakfast." ”

"Are you kidding me?" Chi Xiao took a deep breath and looked disdainful: "I haven't eaten in decades, let alone breakfast." ”

Ning Yan shook his head and sighed: "The dignified Vermilion Bird is so miserable, it's so pitiful, fortunately you met me and rescued you from the sea of suffering, don't worry about following me in the future, at least it's no problem to fill your stomach." ”

After speaking, he shouted to Fang Houde, who had just walked out of the kitchen: "Fang Lao, get more breakfast today, there are guests." ”

"No problem. Fang Houde laughed.

Hearing the conversation between an old man and a young man, Chixiao's forehead was bruised, and he almost ran out: "Is this the point I said? Since the foundation was built, how could the mundane food be ......?"

"Stop!"

Ning Yan interrupted him, shook his head and smiled: "I understand what you say, but you may not understand what I mean, even if the cultivation is high, there is no need to go on a hunger strike directly, right? ”

"You are really talking nonsense, what kind of cultivation is eating?" Chi Xiao seemed to be moved, and then sneered: "As for paying attention to nature, that is something that you Taoist people are pursuing, I am a demon clan!"

"Forget it, I'm telling you that I'm also playing the piano to the cow. Ning Yan waved his hand, with a look of disgust: "Even if you don't eat, I still have to eat, and then I will talk after eating, where will I have the energy to talk about business if I don't fill my stomach?"

"The Eight Kings ......"

"Hmm, don't scare me, as long as I move my mind, I'm afraid something bad will happen. ”

"I'll wait for you!"

In the house, Fang Minruo was drinking porridge, staring at the flat line with a pair of big black eyes, full of agility and greed, seeing that Fang Houde was very relieved, and glanced out of the door.

"Is it really nice to have guests sit outside?"

Ning Yan smiled: "Fang Lao don't worry, this guy is a powerful demon clan, known as not eating or drinking for decades, jumping around, can't compare with us, let's eat first, I'll talk to him after eating." ”

"Oh-" Fang Houde nodded, not asking more.

Treading ......

"Hey, why did you come in?" Hearing the sound of footsteps, Ning Yan turned around and saw Chixiao walking into the house, slightly curious.

Chixiao's face did not change, ignored him, and smiled gently at Fang Houde: "Trouble the old gentleman to give me a pair of dishes and chopsticks, disturb me." ”

"Heh, what's the bother, it's rude to let the guests wait for us to eat in the courtyard, wait a minute. Fang Houde turned around with a smile, refilled a bowl of hot polenta, and handed it over with chopsticks.

Ning Yan looked surprised: "It's really rare that you can still laugh, I thought your face was painted." ”

Chixiao glanced at him, didn't speak, but looked at the polenta in front of him in a daze, then took a sip, then sandwiched a piece of pickle, and then didn't stop.

Ning Yan was not angry, looking at the bowl of rice that destroyed himself, things in the world were really wonderful, in the past, he categorically didn't dare to imagine that one day he would have breakfast at the same table with a demon.

......

"What is the matter with me?" Chi Xiao frowned slightly, looking serious.

Ning Yan beckoned to him, came to the back hall of the Elephantless Divine Venerable, pointed to the statue and said, "You have lived longer than me, and you should have seen more than me, help me see if there is anything wrong with this statue." ”

He didn't directly state his previous suspicions, the small things in the province were big and out of control in the end, and he didn't think about destroying them directly, he felt that that might lead to more serious things.

There is no basis, but there is this very strange intuition, which is unreasonable.

Maybe it has something to do with the old way?

After all, Qing Xuan Lao Dao has always behaved very solemnly towards this statue.

"Problem?" Chi Xiao walked around the Elephantless Divine Venerable, and even sensed it with his hand for a while, and finally shook his head: "I didn't find anything wrong, but this idol makes me feel uncomfortable, it may be the first time I have seen this kind of statue, what's the matter, what did you find?"

Didn't even Chixiao see the problem?

This made Ning Yan secretly relieved.

As the keeper of the sealed altar, whether it is true or not, the other party must have some understanding of the darkness, and since he didn't find a problem, it's a good thing.

As for the discomfort in Chixiao's mouth, Sequoia had also said it before, but neither Fang Houde nor him felt this way, it was probably because the other party was a demon.

"There's nothing to discover, it's just curiosity. Ning Yang casually said perfunctory, and then said: "Now I want to know about my master, well, it's the old man you said had helped you." ”