The scholar sat in the candlelight while reading and listening to the rain, and occasionally looked out the window, the temperature in the mountains was already low and the night rain was coming, the weather became colder, and after the night, the scholar felt that the wind was blowing a little cold, so he got up and closed the window, and then turned back and sat down to continue reading.

Before I knew it, a long time had passed, and the scholar finally fell asleep on the table after yawning for the fifth time.

After about half an hour, he awoke from his sleep, and suddenly he seemed to hear a cry, which was the cry of a child, but when he opened his eyes, the sound disappeared.

The scholar thought he was dreaming and stopped thinking about it, but when he went to the bed to get ready to go to bed, he heard the cry of a child again.

The sound was intermittently unable to discern the direction it was coming from, and felt that it was a little strange, so he untied his clothes and tied it again, and then took the oil-paper umbrella that was placed behind the door and walked out.

Stepping out of the room, he still couldn't tell where the sound was coming from, as if it was coming from all directions, or not from either direction.

So, he could only walk forward by feeling, walked out of the courtyard where the guest house was located, and went all the way out of the west hall where the guest house was located, and passed through the wider corridor in front of him to the east hall where the monks lived in the temple.

At this time, two little monks, one fat and one thin, who were in charge of night patrol, walked over with their fingers on a rainy day lantern, and when they saw the scholar standing there alone, they approached to ask.

The fat little monk asked, "It's already so late at night, why is the donor here alone, is there any living utensils missing in the room?" ”

The scholar hurriedly shook his head and replied, "No, all the necessities of living in the room are ready, but because I vaguely heard the crying voice of a child in my dream, the god lord came out to take a look, and now the voice disappeared again." ”

Seeing the scholar say this, the thinner little monk explained: "The donor has just come here, so I don't know, recently there are boys and girls in Qingyu Town who have been kidnapped by demons, and I am afraid that they have been murdered, so the abbot and the ancestor ordered us to chant for the innocent child, so there will be the cry of the dead at night." ”

Although this matter sounded a little weird, the scholar didn't ask anything, just nodded and said: "Oh, there is such a thing, since this is the case, the little student will go back to rest first, and will not disturb the two little masters to patrol the night." ”

"It's cold at night, and the donor is careful of catching a cold, so I'll continue to patrol the night. The thinner monk said another word to the scholar, and went on with his companions to patrol the night.

The scholar also turned around and walked in the direction of his guest house, and as he walked, the cry sounded again, and he stopped and stopped, this time he suddenly understood that the sound did not come from a certain direction in the east, west, north and south, but from the underworld.

Connecting the words of the little monk to the supernatural undead, he felt more and more trembling in his heart, and he couldn't help but be afraid, so the pace on his feet was faster, and he returned to the guest house in fear.

It was already late, and although he was full of doubts, the scholar didn't think much about it, but slept on the couch in his clothes. In his sleep, the scholar heard several more cries, but was not awakened again.

On the other side, after Tilt Li and Qinghuan knew that there was a Sanyuan Temple on the mountain east of Qingyu Town, the two decided to go there to have a look.

Because of their personal grudges, they are full of hatred for the fairy world, and feel that those who worship God and Buddha in the world are all fools, and all temples and Taoist temples are swaggering and deceiving gods.

Therefore, when I heard that there was a temple seven miles to the east, my first reaction was that I felt that this temple was probably a place that specialized in cheating sesame oil money.

Well, the so-called world has no absolutes, their thoughts are a little paranoid, and it is a fact that most of the high gods and Buddhas are hypocritical, but the monasteries and Taoist temples in the world are not all gods, and there are many monks who practice sincerely and believe in the true compassion of the good fruits before planting.

Early in the morning, Qinghuan and Dumping left the inn for breakfast and then set off to Feiyu Peak, while the white-clothed scholar who stayed overnight in Sanyuan Temple thanked the monks and began to descend the mountain.

Although it was far away, Qinghuan and Tilt Li had the blessing of strength, and they arrived at Feilai Peak in a blink of an eye by means of the art of flying, and at this time, the scholar's way down the mountain had just been less than halfway.

Originally, Tilt Li and Qinghuan were going to fly directly to the outside of the temple, but they condescended to see the scholar who came down the mountain, and this little phoenix girl pointed to the scholar below with a look.

"Look, that scholar is so handsome, let's go down and get to know him. ”

After hearing this, he turned his head to look at Qinghuan unexpectedly, and almost fell from the air with his head, thinking if there was a mistake, we came out to uncover the true face of the fairy world, and you still have the heart to tease the handsome scholar.

She saw Qinghuan, then looked at the white-clothed scholar at her feet and said, "Sister Qinghuan, we are here to do business, let's talk about this scholar's affairs later." ”

Qinghuan tugged at the corner of his clothes, stared at the scholar at his feet with a nymphomaniac expression, and said: "The temple is there and it won't run, and it's not too late to go later, but if this scholar goes away, there will be nowhere to find it." ”

Leaning away from the red lips and slightly Qiqi just wanted to say something, he was dragged hard by Qing Huan, and fell down with her, and they landed on the stone steps at the bend in front of the scholar, pretending to go up the mountain to meet him by chance.

The two turned the corner one after the other, and Qinghuan, who was walking in front, saw that the handsome scholar was coming down, beckoned, and just wanted to say hello to him, but found that there was a sudden boulder on the hillside on the left and smashed at him.

In a panic, Qinghuan hurriedly used his spiritual power to point at his hand, and with a "bang", the boulder shattered into a pile of sand.

Finally, there was no danger, Shuchang breathed a sigh of relief and turned back to see who came to the rescue, and saw two women walking on the stone steps below more than ten steps away, each of them was born beautiful and dusty, and he had such mana, and he thought that these two must be extraordinary.

The white-clothed scholar walked down the stone steps, Qinghuan and Leanli climbed up the stone steps, and when they met each other, the scholar hurriedly bowed to the two and thanked them.

"Thank you to the two fairies for rescuing, Xiaosheng is polite here. ”

Listening to the scholar calling himself a fairy, Qinghuan and Tilt Li felt very unhappy, of course, the main thing that was unhappy was Tilt Away, at this moment Qinghuan was already full of, and he didn't care about these.

Tilt Li took another step forward, stood on the same stone steps as Qing Huan, and snorted coldly: "Fairy, who told you that we are fairies, I said that you scholar is a thank you, or a scolding." ”

As soon as these words came out, the scholar was suddenly blindsided, and he couldn't react for a while, thinking that I was obviously thanking someone for scolding, this fairy sister's temper is too weird.