Grandma coughed a few more times, as if she wanted to cough clean in one go, the coughing slowly stopped, and Grandma's old voice sounded in this silent wasteland.

"Three hundred years ago, there was no Lanruo Temple here, but a poplar forest, the old body was just one of them, and then a group of people came to cut the night felling, with our body to build this Lanruo Temple, the old body is good, just next to the temple, did not let people cut down to turn into purlin beams and pillars, survived.

Some monks began to bury dead people under this tree, and they didn't know how, but some of them were very hideous. At that time, the old body got the essence blood from some dead people, and began to grow up very much, and even unknowingly had his own ideas.

Decades later, it has become a mass grave, and there are many people who are dead and do not want to leave, or who cannot leave. At that time, the monks in the temple wanted to cut down the old body and disperse these many ghosts. But at that time, the old body already had some ability, and he could protect himself and protect them, like protecting the crows on my head, and they called me grandma.

They always wanted to enter the temple, but the Buddha's light was too strong, until one day, after listening to the morning bell and dusk drum for a hundred years, suddenly they couldn't hear it, and the monks left, not because of ghosts, but because someone had built a bigger and better road.

They were so happy that they stormed into the monastery and killed the rest of the monks, although after so many years, I don't know who they hated? Actually, I think there is some truth in the scriptures spoken by those monks, although I don't quite understand the truth of people.

The cycle of cause and effect, there are rules here, rules like people, I don't allow them to leave Lanruo Temple, I wrap my roots tightly around them. It's just that I feel that the longer they stay, the more muddy it becomes, only Xiaoqian is still so clear, it's really rare. I've tried my best to help them, sucking the blood they have gotten from others, but it's useless, it's useless, it's not at all, maybe just a little, but the old body is exhausted. ”

Xiao Qian's eyes widened, grandma sucked the essence blood obtained by ghosts, no ghost is not afraid of hatred, but I didn't expect it to be because of this. Tears slipped from her eyes, and she seemed to understand where her grandmother's love for her came from.

Xu Xian quietly listened to the self-description of an old tree, even if he was in a quiet state at the moment, his heart was full of mixed tastes, and the time of a hundred years had passed in a hurry, what did he do? Evaluate the way of demons by the way of people, is it right or wrong? For the heavens, for the heavens, which heaven is the sky, and whose way is the way? All kinds of questions are entangled for a while. But a voice in my heart said, "I'm just a mortal!" Since I'm just a mortal, I can only walk humane and do what a human being should do. Thinking of this, that wonderful mental state slowly disappeared.

Yan Chixia couldn't help but sigh, he was in charge of human affairs, but he didn't bother to care about demons and monsters, isn't this the reason for this? Using human truth to kill people is the most justifiable, but if this truth is pushed to the entire living being, it will be insufficient.

Grandma turned around, took out a few golden pebbles from the hollow of the poplar tree, coughed heavily, and then waved her hand, and a few crows flew down from the tree, picked up the pebbles and flew to Nie Xiaoqian, and put them in Xiaoqian's hands. Later, he stood on his grandmother's shoulder, seemingly with affection, but grandma just waved her hand and said, "Let's go, let's go!"

Xiao Qian looked at the stones in her hand and exclaimed, "Relics?"

Grandma forced her cough and said, "This was found from the Tallinn Buddha statue in the temple, didn't you secretly hide one at that time?" Ahem, ahem!"

Xiao Qian was shocked, she thought that no one knew, but grandma always knew that it was with that relic that she could have today's cultivation.

As a few relics were removed, Grandma's cough became even louder, and the huge poplar tree behind her—herself. began to make a crackling sound, from the old wrinkled bark began to crack, gushing out of foul blood, the wrinkles on the old man's face in front of him also began to crack, there was blood flowing down, the old face looked even more hideous and terrifying, but the old man's expression was unusually calm.

"Xu Gongzi, your real fire has already been prepared! Come and burn it, and you will be clean. After saying that, Grandma retreated into the tree, and there seemed to be a calm face on the crumpled bark, staring at all this.

"Don't!" Xiao Qian exclaimed and grabbed Xu Xian's hand and begged, "Please, don't." "That beautiful face of sorrow and sorrow may move even the hard-hearted people.

But Xu Xian just looked at her deeply and said, "You don't understand. He shook off her hand and strode forward, already burning with a golden flame in his hand. Xiao Qian fell to her knees weakly and asked herself, why did this happen, she just wanted to leave. Why can't you always understand a person who cares about you, just because she is a tree that doesn't know how to express her feelings in a human way?

The golden flames began to spread on the trunk of the tree, and the burning tree stretched out countless branches to grab the ghost fires and pull them into the fire, and the ghosts exclaimed and cursed, and the grandmother laughed and said: "You say you laugh, but you say you are not happy, what is the difference between this world and hell for you." It's better to go with the old man!"

Some of the ghost fires quieted down, quietly waiting for the golden flames to arrive, while others struggled, but at the insistence of an old tree, the struggle was useless. Everyone retreated far away, and a golden torch was lit on the hill, which shone through the night. The relentless flames burned until everything burned out.

Xiao Qian held the relics in her hand tightly, her mind was blank, and she forgot to think.

It was night, and the fire was soaring into the sky, shining for dozens of miles.

Afterwards, Xu Xian asked Yan Chixia, why did the dryad choose such a result?

Yan Chixia said that the old tree has sucked too much dirty blood, and essence blood is beneficial to monsters, but just like applying too much fertilizer will also burn the grass and trees, too much indigestible essence blood has already fatally damaged it. It's just that purifying the surrounding environment is its innate instinct, an instinct that even if it cultivates sincerity and benevolence, it can't be erased. If it weren't for the constant suppression of consuming relics, the life expectancy would have been exhausted long ago. By the way, evil spirits and demons cannot use the power of relics, but they are just a tree, and what humans call good and evil is a joke to them.

At that time, Xu Xian had a strange feeling, but he didn't know how to describe it, and it took a long time for him to understand that it was also the "Dao", the Tao that a tree insisted on, his own Dao.

Ning Caichen was greatly surprised to see the two of them come back, and even he was frightened by the shouts of killing outside the house, and a few little ghost Yaksha broke in, but fortunately, the sword bag left by Yan Chixia protected him.

Xiao Qian's bones had been burned in the fire, but Xiao Qian said that the restraints were gone, and she could finally leave here, but she was not as happy as she imagined. With a few relics, she doesn't have to worry about yang energy, she can also use the power of relics. But Xiaoqian said that there is nothing to do anyway, so I will go to Hangzhou with you to have a look.

After a drama fight, everyone was sleepless, and before dawn, they each set off to leave Lanruo Temple, only Yan Chixia stayed to say that some things had not been done.

Xu Xian walked to a hill, and when he turned around, he could still see the hill from last night, and the power of the sun's true fire made the towering tree completely turn into ashes, leaving only a piece of white ground. It's just that when no one knows, a seed is buried deep in the ground, just waiting for winter to come to spring, and a certain spring rain will wake it up and start another life. Whether there will be another grandmother, whether there will be another Lanruo Temple, no one knows.

But Xu Xian knew that at least there would not be another Nie Xiaoqian.

Xiao Qian hid in a yellowish piece of ancient jade in Xu Xian's arms, Xu Xian saw her give the jade to herself, and then floated in, and entrusted him with those relics.

The ghost knows why it is not Ning Caichen but himself, eh, maybe only the ghost knows that Xu Xian once thought of giving the jade to Ning Caichen. But he didn't do it in the end, and since he was free, why bother to let her be trapped in such a specious story, and he was not qualified to make any choice for her.

Although there was a little bit of "evil" caution, Xu Xian didn't think that he would have any future with Nie Xiaoqian. It doesn't matter if people and ghosts have different paths, no matter what, anyway, I don't have the ability to make a woman fall in love at first sight, maybe the guy in Hangzhou has it!

And I don't know how far into the future, there is still a woman waiting for me, ready to start another story? But should I trap her with a story? Maybe because of my arrival, the story is no longer a story, at least not the original story.

"Let's go, Hanwen. Ning Caichen greeted loudly, Lan Ruo Temple has been in a short period of two days, but the relationship between the two has become a lot closer, perhaps because they will be able to go home soon, and there is also a joy on Ping Yu's serious face.

"This is coming," Xu Xian touched the ancient jade in his arms and said, "Let's go." He chased after Ning Caichen.

The villagers near Lanruo Temple did not dare to go out until dawn, and the earth-shattering shouts and dazzling fires last night really scared many people. In the countryside, I know that there are ghosts in Lanruo Temple, and no one wants to go there. Later, the daring man went to take a look, only to find that the surprisingly large poplar tree on the mass grave had been burned down, and there was not even any slag left. Coupled with the golden light that glowed in the Lanruo Temple that night, it was rumored in the countryside that the Buddha collected demons, and some people also talked about how the King Kong Arhats fought monsters, and claimed that they had seen it with their own eyes, and some people didn't believe it, and the person immediately blushed and swore that if there was half a lie, there would be no asshole when giving birth to a child.

Three days later, the head of the county magistrate of Jinhua County was taken off, and many people secretly clapped their hands and applauded, and this cool official finally came to an end. This incident is combined with the fire in Lanruo Temple, and it is said that when the Buddha collected the demon, he saw that there was also a demon in Jinhua City who was doing evil, and he took it by the way. All kinds of rumors are gradually mysterious and bizarre, but this Lanruo Temple has become famous, and there are monks who go back to the Dharma, and there are still many people who burn incense and worship, which is all a later story.

Xu Xian listened to it but knew that what Yan Chixia was doing these days, unlike ordinary people in the rivers and lakes who kill when they are angry, but they still like to use the name of chivalry and righteousness for the heavens. Each of these true swordsmen killed was thoughtful and information-gathering. Only when it is really time to kill, will he take out the sword in his hand, take the head of the person, and never kill a person in vain. Their names are destined to be unknown, and their deeds are destined to be buried in the dust of history, but who cares?

Faintly, there were two chantings with a Qin Di accent echoing in my ears.

The bones of the arson are fragrant, and he is not ashamed of the world.