......

Su Changqing was a little pained, groaned softly, covered his waist with his right hand, and sat on the bed half-sitting, looking very uncomfortable.

His exclamation made the round heart on the side tighten, and he quickly climbed off the bed despite the pain in his body.

"Master Su, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing ......"

The white-haired old man gasped softly, "It's just that when I got up just now, I accidentally twisted my waist." ”

The young monk quickly put on his clothes, stepped forward, and carefully helped him up, and then gently kneaded his waist.

Because Su Changqing's waist just accidentally flashed slightly this time, the problem was not very big, so under Yuanguang's kneading and pressing, gradually, his waist slowly stopped hurting.

"Thank you so much......"

The white-haired old man looked at him with a look of relief, only to feel that his heart was a warm current passing by, thinking that in the past, he flashed his waist, and he solved it by himself, which time was like now.

The young monk scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

Xu is their movement was a little big, and they accidentally woke up the little monk who was lying on the bed and was asleep.

"Hmmm......"

Yijing moaned softly, and in the hazy sleepiness, he touched the quilt in front of him with his right hand, and after finding that it was empty, he was shocked and immediately opened his eyes.

"Senior brother!?"

He cried out in panic, staring at the quilt that had been lifted in front of him, staring at him and not knowing what to do.

"Senior brother......

But at this moment, a voice sounded coldly from behind him.

"Division...... Brother?"

The little monk turned his head and saw that the senior brother he thought he was missing was looking at him with a straight face at this time, looking at him expressionlessly, and he could only vaguely see a slight doubt in his eyes.

"Senior brother, you're awake!"

The panic on Yijing's original face turned into joy, and when he saw Su Changqing sitting on the bed on the side, he exclaimed excitedly.

"And Lord Su!"

"Huh?"

The young monk didn't know why the little monk had such an expression, and looked at his happy expression, slightly puzzled.

"Senior brother, I almost thought you wouldn't wake up...... If it weren't for Master Li's help......"

"We ...... What's wrong?"

Yuan Guang frowned, not knowing why the other party suddenly said this.

The little monk was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what happened yesterday, and the other party didn't know at all, but at this time, he also calmed down a lot.

"That's right...... Brother. Yijing pursed his lips and said, "When I woke up in the middle of the night yesterday, I saw a female ghost in white floating next to the bed, and then ...... Then I found out I couldn't wake you up......"

"Female ghosts?"

The young monk was stunned, a little unclear, but after listening to this passage, Su Changqing, who was sitting on the bed, had a flash in his eyes, as if he had thought of something.

"This female ghost...... What does it look like? ”

The white-haired old man on the side interjected a sentence and asked.

"What does it look like......

Hearing this, the little monk blinked in confusion, looked at the ceiling, and began to think hard.

"Yes...... Long haired. ”

Su Changqing nodded, "Anything else?"

"And ......"

Yijing frowned tightly and thought for a long time, but in the end, he sighed, and still spit out a few words in his mouth, "I can't remember ......"

"That'...... Okay, thank you, little master. ”

After listening to this, the white-haired old man on the opposite side unconsciously thought of the little girl who had a few relationships with him before.

If what the little monk said was right, maybe ...... The female ghost in white he was talking about is...... She?

......

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The leaves on the branches were gently blown by the wind and floated to the ground in a whirl.

A woman in blue slowly walked out from behind the tree, stepping on broken leaves, and slowly came to a cliff.

This cliff is not deep, and you can see the bottom of the cliff when you look down, but for people who are afraid of heights, the height of this six-story building is enough to make people afraid.

Li Jiaren looked down at this frightening height, tightened the small cloth bag on his body, took a light breath, and jumped down, a few lightly lifted, and jumped off the cliff.

Then her body spun around a few times, and she landed intact on the ground at the bottom of the cliff.

The sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves to the valley floor, dyeing the surrounding fallen leaves golden yellow, as if walking in a golden ocean.

A tree stands quietly on the ground, its trunk straight, as hard and silent as a rock.

Holding the small cloth bag behind her back, she looked at the big tree in front of her, and soon her toes were slightly on her toes, and her body flew forward like a swallow, and stopped on the branch of the tree.

Then she looked at the branches around her, and then she found a sturdy one, put her fingers together, pointed her fingertips forward, and slashed it down with one palm without hesitation.

The branch under his hand made a crisp "click" and fell to the ground.

She quickly jumped down again, crouched slightly, and picked up the fallen branches.

At this time, in this forest, only a few birdsong came from a distance, and an unknown wind blew, blowing the leaves to a rustling sound, and the surroundings were eerily quiet.

Li Jiaren held the slender branch in his hand and turned, his eyes kept fluttering around, and after a while, he stopped in one place.

"Come out. ”

She said lightly, and inadvertently, tightened the branch in her hand.

There was silence all around, except for the chirping of birds overhead.

She closed her eyes, only to feel that the environment around her was strange.

It was as if there was a thick ghost aura all around.

At this moment, the branch in her hand seemed to have a spiritual spirit, and with a slight shake, a white light flew out of the branch and landed on a stone.

With a cry of pain, a white figure suddenly appeared looming in midair.

"It hurts. ”

Su Xiaoqian covered her forehead, and through the gap between her fingertips, she could see that the skin under her palm was already scorched.

"Is that you?"

Li Jiaren shook the branch in his hand and looked at him calmly.

"You did the matter between the monk and the old man in the Su family's house, right?"

"You ......"

Bai Qianying covered her forehead, looked at the ordinary branch in her hand, her face was stunned, and suddenly it was mixed with a touch of incredulity.

“...... Acacia Gate?"