The two strong men stepped forward, one on the left and one on the left, and Ning Caichen was not allowed to struggle, so he dragged him out, and went out of the inn, like throwing a sack out, throwing it out, splashing a lot of dust.

Ning Caichen was thrown to pieces, the book basket was almost scattered, and the books inside fell out, so he was not embarrassed, and the passers-by around him stopped to watch the excitement.

In the house, the shopkeeper asked the rich old man: "The shopkeeper, this scholar has fine skin and tender meat, looking at his dress, he is still a showman, he actually wants to come to our store to eat and live for nothing, or take someone to chop him quietly? ”

The rich old man glared at him: "Our Laifu Inn is not a black shop, open the door to do business, pay attention to integrity, the more in this chaotic world, the more we must pay attention to this part, otherwise how can others believe us?"

"If those people on the road know about it, losing this inn is a small matter, but delaying other things is a big crime, don't use your brain, go and do things. ”

The shopkeeper shrank his head, but he was not reconciled, he rolled his eyes, and ran out, and as soon as he left the inn, he saw Ning Caichen packing the bookbasket on the ground.

"Hey, I said you scholar, you don't have money and want to live in a hotel, it's good that I didn't beat you, and you don't have any resentment. ”

The shopkeeper stepped forward, squatted down with a smile, and said, "As for you, a scholar with fine skin and tender meat, if you sleep on the street outside, after tonight, I'm afraid you will be chopped up to make meat buns." ”

Ning Caichen didn't want to pay attention to him, but when he heard this, his face turned pale, this matter is not a joke, he has encountered a black shop, if it weren't for his cleverness, I am afraid that it has become someone else's plate at this time.

Seeing that Ning Caichen was scared, the shopkeeper said: "It's not that I'm scaring you, our Guobei County is very chaotic, everyone has it, and there are more cannibals, especially you, an outsider, no one cares if you die without relatives or for no reason." ”

"Please also ask this little brother for advice, what should Xiaosheng do?" Ning Caichen swallowed.

The shopkeeper nodded with satisfaction, and said in a low voice: "Seeing that you are so sincere, then I will point you to one or two, less than twenty miles away from here, there is a mountain, you will know when you arrive at the mountain, the mountain is full of greenery, it is very easy to recognize, there is a temple on that mountain, called Lanruo Temple, you can go there to stay and rest, no one cares about you." ”

"Lanruo Temple?" Ning Caichen read it all over, then his face was full of joy, he stood up, and arched his hand: "Thank you little brother for your advice, Xiaosheng is grateful." ”

The shopkeeper waved his hand impatiently: "Hurry up, go quickly, while it's not dark yet, it's still too late to hurry." ”

Ning Caichen nodded, bowed his hand, walked halfway, and turned back and shouted: "By the way, little second brother, how to go to Lanruo Temple?"

Lanruo Temple?

Passers-by were startled, and retreated one after another, looking at Ning Caichen in horror, making him inexplicable, just ignore it, anyway, the people here are very strange.

The shopkeeper's face darkened, and he almost went up and kicked it, but he only suppressed his anger and said: "You go out of the city gate, just go south, go quickly." ”

After saying that, he hurried into the house.

......

In the afternoon, Yi Fan instructed Chen Nier to play her homework, and made talismans in the courtyard, these days the consumption of 'small evil talismans' is larger, but fortunately, the production is also fast, the success rate is quite high, and it will not waste talisman paper.

There is a small pool in the courtyard, in which the soil is compacted firmly, and then paved with stones, used to wash the brushes, the best thing is that, after a long time, the water in the pool is red, like blood, but it smells faintly fragrant.

At this time, he made the last talisman, put down the brush, exhaled, washed the brush in the pool, then put it away, and said to Chen Nier, who was sitting on the stone pier with her little hands on the side, watching: "Wait for your Aunt Lan to come back, let her build a small wooden shed on this small pool, and don't let the rain wash away the cinnabar water in the pool." ”

He occasionally found that the water in this pool, because he often washed the brush to make the talisman, and even directly used the water in it to draw talismans on the stone slab, resulting in this water has some ability to drive away evil spirits, and ordinary ghosts dare not touch it, although it does not have the great ability to break evil like the 'little evil talisman', but it is also a small surprise.

After all, his own Taoist temple has a low background, except for a 'sword to punish evil', which can be regarded as a magic weapon, there is no other one, which is not as good as other loose cultivation, even Zhao Daochang, can take out one or two magic weapons, although it is not a heavy treasure, but it is not stronger than him.

Not to mention, Zhuge Liuyun, who has a strong background, just the sword bag on his back, I'm afraid that there are not five or six magic swords, and there are other treasures that have not been shown, it is simply incomparable.

Shaking his head, don't think about this, although the magic weapon is important, but its own strength is even more important.

As soon as I picked up the teacup on the side and drank it, I saw Chen Lan coming back with a hoe, and saw that her face was covered with sweat and mud, and said, "Thank you for your hard work." ”

Although there is food in the temple, there is a shortage of vegetables, so he asked Chen Lan to open up a few fields next to the Taoist temple to grow some vegetables, which is better than eating dry rice every day.

As for meat, there is a lot of it in Guanzhong, as long as he is free, he will also go into the mountains and bring some back, on the whole, Guanzhong has basically reached a good standard of living.

Chen Lan put down the hoe, fetched some water, went into the room to wash, changed his clothes and came out: "Dao Chief, if you're hungry, I'll go cook." ”

Chen Nier also followed into the kitchen, and laughter came out from time to time, making the small Taoist temple full of vitality, giving Yi Fan a feeling of home, which was very warm.

During this time, the strange estrangement between several people gradually subsided, and Chen Lan was no longer afraid that Yi Fan would drive them away, so she was no longer restrained in speaking and doing things, and even sometimes made a little joke.

Before the old Taoist priest died, in addition to teaching him homework, he rarely spoke, and most of the time, he did his own thing.

It was getting late, and after dinner, Yi Fan went into a room next to him, because few people usually came, and the room in Guanzhong was enough for the three of them, so he used the remaining two houses, one of which was used as a storage object.

Entering the house, the small room, there are more than ten clay altars, several of which are relatively large, they are Xiahou's bloodbathed in Zihualou a few years ago, and the ashes he collected, after these years of suppression, can be regarded as the resentment in it has been wiped out, as long as you find a spare time, bury it.

The rest of the small clay altars, with talismans pasted on them, are all these days, the little ghosts that have been collected, and refining has not brought him much energy, so he simply suppressed them in the mud altar, as long as the grievances are wiped out, he will let them go freely and let them enter the underworld.

After checking it, he didn't care if he saw that there was no less, he was afraid that he would be tired of ghosts and steal food, and last time he had one, thinking that he couldn't find it, he secretly devoured a few heads by it, and as a result, it was not allowed to eat for three days, which was curbed.

It's not that you don't devour ghosts for it, but these little ghosts are not very wrong, it's just that the people who died tragically in the mountains have some worries in their hearts, so they wander away from the world.

Anyway, there are many powerful ghosts wandering in this mountain, and in this troubled world, I don't know how many people die every day under the mountain, and there are so many ghosts that they are tired of ghosts.