Li Qingtian, who was frightened last night, was a little out of mind, and it was about to be dusk, and the two monks who delivered food brought food to Li Qingtian. Li Qingtian wanted to slip away, but he was caught by Baogang and Ah Jiu and asked, "Senior Brother Qingtian, where are you going!"

"Didn't you hear? I screamed so loudly last night that no one came to my rescue. It's haunted, and I can't stay there. Li Qingtian was a little trembling when he said this.

Ah Jiu nodded and said, "I heard it, don't we know if there are ghosts or ghosts?" The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is the important place of Shaolin Temple, which treasures many martial arts of Shaolin Temple. Are you here to study art in Shaolin Temple? Isn't this just the fulfillment of your wish, why did you want to stay alive and dead at the beginning, and now you want to leave, what kind of drama are you making trouble? ”

"Shaolin Temple, how can you say that you can come and go?" Bao Gang screwed Li Qingtian in and said: "The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is heavy, and I need to guard it both inside and outside. You have this beauty, even our two senior brothers will bring you food, be content. Without the abbot's order, I would have let you out of this door. ”

Night fell, Shaolin Temple slept in it early, quiet without a sound, even the grass insects were frightened lurking in it, some miserable and lonely. Li Qingtian was copying books in a hurry, busy at night? The bell rang on the third watch, and the wind suddenly howled outside. The closed window was trembling, Li Sheng put down his pen and trembled, and said, "The ghost is here again, the ghost is here again." ”

The sound of "woo woo woo" seemed to come from his ears. Li Sheng flashed away and said, "Who is pretending to be here, come out quickly, I see you." Be careful, I have the magic to hurt you and make you lose your soul. ”

"Heh-heh-heh. The laughter rang out, and the windows shook, and they opened and closed.

Li Qingtian watched with the help of the candle, and slowly approached the window with the candle in his hand. He walked cautiously every day, looking back three times to see if any ghosts appeared from behind. The wind blew in through the cracks, and he blocked the flickering candlelight with his hand, and looked around and found nothing unusual.

He was panicking and remembering where the wind was blowing, watching the light and shadow flash, and shouted: "Who are you, show up quickly!"

Suddenly, a fierce wind blew through the room. The candle in Li Sheng's hand was blown out, and there was no moonlight outside the window, so it could be said that he couldn't see his five fingers. There was a strong wind blowing in the room, and Li Qingtian wanted to jump from the seventh-floor high window, fell to his death, and tried to escape outside. Unexpectedly, a large bookcase blocked the window, and books flew all over the room.

The desk, stool and bookcase were all coming towards him, and Li Sheng dodged the bookcase that made a "chirping" sound, and he couldn't avoid the desk that came with a "click". He dodged away from his desk, unable to avoid the "whooshing" sound of the books flying all over the sky. It was as if he had come to an ant hole where the ants were moving.

After stumbling and tossing Li Sheng for a long time, he was so frightened that he almost fainted, and he heard someone shouting in the midst of crying and mourning: "Li Qingtian, I've been waiting for you so hard! ”

Li Qingtian had no intention of listening to these terrible words, and his heart was about to collapse, but somehow he slammed the door and ran wildly. He told Huizheng about the events of the past two days, and Huizheng laughed disapprethoughtly at his timid and fearful partner. The monks didn't believe that what he said was so evil, and Li Qingtian used his life to protect him: "If you don't believe it, then follow me to see the books in the Scripture Pavilion, which is in a mess." ”

Huizheng sent four monks to follow him to the Scripture Pavilion, who would believe in ghosts in this daylight. Even if there is a ghost, it will not come out when there are many people in the morning. So, the four monks put down their work and happily went with him, and Li Sheng took them to the door of the Scripture Pavilion.

Li Qingtian obviously broke the gate by himself, and asked, "You built this door!"

"Psychotic, who can break such a heavy iron gate, I didn't see anything all night yesterday, and you ran away this morning just when I came to deliver food. The little monk told him what he had seen.

Li Qingtian was speechless, the little monk took out the key and opened the door, let them in, really as soon as the door opened, there was a gloomy atmosphere blowing out, making people a little drowsy, and they were a little hesitant. One monk boldly entered, three followed, and Li Qingtian also followed. He came in and the door was shut.

Li Qingtian shouted, "Ghost!

He turned around and pulled the door, and a monk said, "Where is the ghost, where is the ghost, come out." ”

Li Sheng pulled the door vigorously, and the door was pulled by him and hit his head, and he was in a trance a few times. The monks smiled and said: "It's really cowardly like a mouse, Xiang such a person, he should practice his courage here more, so that he can go out to practice martial arts." ”

Li Qingtian came back to his senses and saw that the windows were open, and the wind blew to figure it out. Li Sheng saw that the scriptures in this scripture pavilion were all flat and neat, and the books were placed on the top of the bookcase.

Monk Ah Jiu said: "You coward, I think you are like a ghost." Last night, I must have been lazy and didn't want to copy the scriptures, so I made up this nonsense to deceive the master and everyone. Isn't it good here? How can there be such a thing as you say, if the book is messed up, it can't be sorted out without half a day's effort, you look at the dust on this book. ”

A monk walked up to the desk and looked at the book he copied and said: "A scholar is a scholar, and the words still put some effort, no wonder I asked you to copy the scriptures, I want to sleep when I see the words, it is more difficult than asking me to do manual work." ”

He looked through the book and saw that the blood mark in the middle was gone. The monks didn't see him talk about his scene and heard a beautiful story, so they all walked out. Li Jingtian explained: "Please believe me, there are really ghosts in this, ghosts are omnipotent, and he can do everything." ”

Yin Gang didn't bother to beat him, and went out without paying attention, and the others followed out. Li Sheng didn't dare to stay here alone, and saw that his brush was erected for no reason. He pretended not to see it and went out, shouting incessantly: "There are ghosts, there are ghosts, I just saw the pen on the ink inkstone stand up." ”

Monk Yingang said: "I think it's your eyes that stand up! ”

A roving monk who often played shifts approached him, and he felt the same way. He told what he saw that day, saying that there was really a ghost in this room in the middle of the night, which made Ah Jiu and Yin Gang, two monks, agree to stay in this scripture pavilion with Li Qingtian for one night to see what the ghost looked like.

Yin Gang smiled and said, "Count you kid blessed, I'll accompany you to catch ghosts tonight, I'm afraid you're the unjust ghost." ”

At night, the bell rang for the third watch, and when Li Qingtian heard the ringing, he stopped copying the scriptures, and he saw the two monks next to him taking a nap. Li Qingtian didn't want to disturb them, but he was really scared, and the lights in the room were bright. Monk Ah Jiu suddenly sat up and looked at Li Qingtian and fell down again. Li Qingtian also smiled, and a light and shadow floated out of the window from Ah Jiu's body, and gradually disappeared into the vast night.

On the fourth watch, Li Qingtian saw a figure moving outside, and he cried out in fear: "The ghost is coming, the ghost!"

The wind blew, and the two candles in the room were blown out at the same time, and the two monks woke up from their dreams, jumped to the middle, and saw a figure and fought. Li Qingtian felt that someone was beating him, so he scurried around, so the two monks punched me and kicked me in the room of the black hole.

The two monks fought with each other and found that each other's moves were so familiar, a routine. The opponent who was evenly matched with him said loudly: "Who kind of ghost dares to come out and harm my junior brother." ”

Monk Ah Jiu heard this and said, "Hey, senior brother is me. ”

They stopped, fumbling for a while before they lit up the wax bamboo, and then lit the other wax bamboo. At this time, the room was brightly lit, and Yin Gang found that Li Sheng was curled up in a corner, and he was afraid that he fainted in fright. Monk Yingang walked over and pushed him but didn't respond, and then pushed again and said, "Get up, it's okay." ”

Li Qingtian was numb and opened his eyes and didn't fall asleep, Yin Gang kicked his ass angrily and said, "The ghost is here." ”

At this time, Li Qingtian woke up from a nightmare. The two monks laughed at Li Qingtian, and Ah Jiu saw that the window was broken before the wind blew in. He walked over and hidden, and Li Qingtian found that he was okay and couldn't sleep. The two monks couldn't sleep for most of the night because of his tossing, and they didn't leave until after the rooster crowed.

They were very angry and told Hui Zhengyi about it. It made Li Qingtian very embarrassed, but this night was very good, at least he was less frightened.