Chapter 290 borrowed Lan Ruoyan Chixia, and Luozi Xiaoqian was born
Out of Beiguo County to the north, less than ten miles away there is a deep black locust forest, the forest is dense with locust shade, shaded by trees, there is no light! There is more fox wolf life, ordinary people dare not enter!
In this acacia forest, there is a temple, the temple tower is magnificent, but there is no one in the basil, there is no trace of people! At the entrance of the temple, the plaque is destroyed, only a broken stone tablet stands, the handwriting on it is blurred, the moss is everywhere, and the word Lanruo can be faintly seen!
This is Lanruo Temple, the former Buddhist Temple, and now the ghostly dwelling!
Chunyang walked outside the temple and looked at the temple in front of him, and there seemed to be a look of remembrance in his eyes! The bearded Yan Chixia, the little white-faced Ning Caichen, and the female ghost Xiaoqian will all be seen.
At this time, it was noon, the sun should be warm, and there was endless divine radiance spreading, but this Lanruo Temple, or this locust forest, was filled with a yin ghost aura! This yin ghost qi is very strong, can block the yang energy in the sun, plus this locust tree has the ability to gather yin qi, but also fuels this yin ghost qi!
Pure Yang sneered, if you want to break the yin ghost qi in this locust forest, it is very simple, it is just a matter of spending a spirit rune, sometimes, the power of the talisman will exceed the limit of the level! However, now is not the time to break the ghost qi, the person he has to wait for has not yet come!
At this time, there is already a sword aura in the Lanruo Temple, the sword aura is upright, containing divine might, I think it is the bearded Yan Chixia! Chunyang entered the temple, the Daxiong Treasure Hall has long been dilapidated, and the Buddha statue in the hall has also been destroyed, but the treasure hall is magnificent, the Buddha statue is tall, although it has been destroyed, but you can also see the magnificence of the past!
In Lanruo Temple, the east and west wings are intact, although dilapidated, they can still live in people, it is really a good calculation!
Yan Chixia lived in the West Chamber, and when he heard the voice, he opened the door and came out, it was a bearded man in his forties, carrying a sword box on his back, and wearing a gossip robe. Yan Chixia saw Chunyang, her face was stunned, and she admired in her heart: What a true master!
How can you see it? The face looks like a child's face and does not age old, the temples are free with the wind, the eyebrows are a little vermilion, the mulberry branch is pulled up and the bun is pulled, the body is dressed in the fairy clothes of Jiuyang, and the fairy sword is bound to carry the truth.
"I've seen Taoist friends, and Lu Dongbin, a qi practitioner in Nanshan Mountain, is polite. Chunyang opened his mouth and met each other with Taoist etiquette.
The bearded Yan Chixia also saluted: "After the poor Kunlun learned from Yan Chixia, I have seen Lu Daoyou!"
When Chunyang heard this, he was a little surprised, but if Kunlun was born, if it was East Kunlun, it must be a member of Kunlun Yuxu Palace, and if it was West Kunlun, it must be a disciple of a certain Scattered Immortal Master.
"I don't know why you are here? If you are passing by, you should leave before dark, and ten miles to the south is the county seat. The bearded Yan Chixia said.
Chunyang said with a smile: "Poor Dao heard that there are demons infesting and harming people here, so he came to surrender. ”
Yan Chixia was shocked and said: "Daoist friends don't know, the people who haunt this Lanruo Temple are all lonely souls and wild ghosts, and there are not many Taoist deeds, which is nothing, but behind these female ghosts, it is a thousand-year-old ghost acacia, turning into a human form, sending female ghosts under her command to seduce men, relying on sucking men's essence and blood to reconcile the yin and yang in the body, very powerful, is a fierce demon!" And there is also a ghost king of Montenegro behind her, who is Jin Dan Xiuwei, opening up the ghost city of the netherworld, and hundreds of thousands of ghost soldiers under his command, fighting against the ghost city of Beibi Mountain, when the sword fairy wine Taoist of Shushan Emei came here, he didn't kill the ghost king, this is not something you and I can provoke!"
Hearing this, Chunyang asked, "The disciple of the Changmei Zhenren is a wine Taoist?" The bearded Yan Chixia nodded and said: "The Changmei Zhenren is powerful in the world, I heard that it is about to soar, I don't know who will call the shots in Emei in the future?"
Chunyang's eyes narrowed, this is big news, I really don't know if there are any familiar characters in this world. Chunyang is more and more sure that this Taihua Ancestor must be from the same world as him!
"Don't worry, fellow Daoists, I also have my own inheritance in Zhongnan Mountain, and I don't dare to say anything about dealing with the ghost king, but it's still easy to be a tree demon. Chunyang said.
The bearded Yan Chixia was skeptical, this is the end of Nanshan, but I haven't heard of any high-ranking people living in seclusion, and there are no famous factions, so I persuaded for a while, but I couldn't persuade him, so I accepted the words and sent Chunyang to the East Chamber.
Both of them are monks, and a little meditation is a day. After the moon rises into the sky, the yin energy between heaven and earth rises, and in this Yin Huai Lin Lanruo Temple, the yin energy is even stronger, there are ghost fires flying, and there are ghosts crying and roaring!
The door of the east wing of the pure yang room was suddenly blown open by a fragrant wind, and a very beautiful woman walked in, the woman was bare-white and wearing a plain white dress, with a sad face, which made people feel a little pity!
"This son, the cold night is long, it is better to be happy with the concubine overnight. The woman spoke with a slight gasp, without the slightest charm, but better than any charm!
Chunyang smiled, looked at the beautiful woman, flicked his fingers, and a talisman punched into the woman's body, and said softly: "Let's go!" The woman shook her head in confusion and left here!
The woman walked out of Lanruo Temple lightly, ignored the other women, and waited until she returned to the attic on a huge locust tree before she came to her senses, but she lost this memory.
When the woman left, another woman came to seduce, but she was injured by Chunyang's sword breath!
There are two cultivators living in Lanruo Temple, and the news soon reached the ears of the thousand-year-old ghost Huai! Although this ghost Huai is fierce, but it is a treacherous one, and there are three days left when she turns against yin and yang, and then he will be able to form a demon pill and be free from then on! And that Yan Chixia she has also fought against, although she is not afraid, but if she strikes when she turns against yin and yang, it will be very bad! For this reason, she ordered her subordinates, first, to find more men for him to suck essence blood, and second, not to provoke the two Taoist priests in Lanruo Temple!
The next day, it began to rain early in the morning, and one did not receive the rain until noon, and after the rain had passed, the sun in the sky was rarely brighter! Today, the yang energy during the day was obviously vigorous! But Chunyang and the bearded Yan Chixia did not feel happy because of this, and there must be a demon when something went wrong! In this case, either the tree demon was injured, or it was deliberately reining in the yin energy. But lately everything has been peaceful, apparently the second case.
In the evening, a group of people came in groups, breaking the tranquility of Lanruo Temple. Among these men, there were swordsmen, scholars, and servants, four in all, who said that they would stay here.
Yan Chixia told him about the dangers here, but after hearing a scholar's silent and strange sneer, she stopped talking and let them clean up the room by themselves.
Chunyang looked at a poor scholar who was carrying a book on his back and smiled happily. (To be continued.) )