Ning Caichen turned around and looked at him, his back was very good and calm, and the shadows of the trees under the moonlight were quite poetic. He was about to turn around and ask what the sackcloth swordsman had seen, when he suddenly heard a thunderous roar in his ears.

He was so excited that his mind was dizzy.

The whole person jumped up from the ground, shrank behind the Mai swordsman, and screamed, "What, what?"

The Mai swordsman turned around, squatted and looked at the scholar who was suddenly frightened by himself and turned pale, and laughed gloomily: "I just yelled like this, you have to hide behind me, if I tell you that there are tigers here, then don't you want to hide in my crotch?"

His tone suddenly changed to rapidity and sternness: "If I tell you the truth here, you will either be scared to death or scared to death!"

The Mai swordsman glared at Ning Caichen with a cold snort, and turned around to walk towards his room.

Ning Caichen was taken aback by him, where did he dare to stay alone in the yard at this moment, and hurriedly chased after him and asked, "That, that, that, is there really a tiger here?"

The Mai swordsman sneered: "Then what, there are no tigers here, but there are things more terrifying than tigers." Get out of here immediately, or the gods won't be able to save you!"

Ning Caichen was forced by his sword, and he didn't dare to resist directly, so he had to nod weakly and said, "Okay, I know, I'll go." ”

The Mai swordsman snorted in satisfaction, jumped from the ground, and retreated into his house.

Ning Caichen swallowed and foamed, seeing that this person walked lightly and quickly, he was obviously a swordsman with martial arts. But it's good to think about it, it's much safer to have such a swordsman as a companion than to sleep outside in the mountains and forests!

Having finally found a foothold, Ning Caichen didn't expect to turn around and fight the fierce beasts in the mountains and forests. When he heard the Mai swordsman return to the room, he hurried up to the second floor and found a monk's house to live in.

When he pushed the door, he didn't notice that a wisp of incense floated behind him, and a shadow flickered in the fragrance. Qianying looked at Ning Caichen with interest, and the beauty of the world could only be eclipsed by the flow of autumn waves, so that the beauties all over the world could only be eclipsed and shaped like dung!

Although Ning Caichen has not had the opportunity to see such a stunning beauty, it is also very satisfying for him to have such a sheltered monk's house to live. He lit the oil lamp he had with him, and set up the broken wooden planks on the floor to make a table.

Then I laid out some artemisia grass mats on the **, and couldn't help but chuckle: "With these artemisia grass, I can sleep comfortably tonight!"

Artemisia grass cushions the bed, whether it is comfortable to sleep is another matter, but since Ning Caichen lives in Lanruo Temple, I am afraid it will be difficult to sleep steadily. Several ghosts possessed their corpses, crawling very slowly.

One by one, the ghosts attached themselves to the stiff corpse and moved slowly. Their corpses had been sucked up by their grandmother with all their yang energy, and they were as dry and rotten as eight hundred-year-old people.

With the cover of the moonlit night and darkness, they moved quickly, but they did not make a sound at all, even Ning Caichen in the monk's house did not notice the movement on the roof.

A little abnormal creaking sound, in this weird Lanruo Temple, it seems to be extremely normal.

However, it is not entirely unaware of the fact that something is wrong.

Ning Caichen was lying on his bed, and suddenly felt that his body was sticky, so he sat up again and lit the oil lamp. On the artemisia grass that I had just paved, I don't know when there was a little more water stain.

He wiped a little on his hand and put it on the tip of his nose to smell it, and a pungent stench came to his face.

Ning Caichen frowned, and said secretly in his heart: "This smell is like the smell of corpses accumulated in Yizhuang. "However, there is clearly no one living in this Lanruo Temple, so where will the smell of corpses be emitted?

The smell was pungent, Ning Caichen frowned, and the slightest drowsiness was smoked away by the smell, he simply walked next door to knock on the door of the Mai swordsman.

The Mai swordsman was meditating and practicing qi in the room, when he suddenly heard the door knock and immediately opened his eyes. He heard the voice of the young scholar before, and the Mai swordsman sat cross-legged and thought about it, then simply stood up and walked to the door, opened the door, and asked, "You scholar, why haven't you left yet?"

Ning Caichen held the oil lamp and said with a smile: "I'm afraid that the master will live here alone and be lonely, so I came here to ask you questions." ”

The Mai swordsman looked at Ning Caichen, and saw that his tone was simple and sincere, and he was silent for a while but still relented: "Forget it, you can talk about it first." He sighed softly, "Alas, it's hard to be a good person!"

Ning Caichen watched the Mai swordsman carefully seal the doors and windows, and then said carefully: "Master, what do you say is the truth here?"

He was still thinking about what the Mai swordsman had scared him before.

The Mai swordsman let Ning Caichen walk in, and asked with a dark smile, "How is it, little scholar, have you touched anything?"

Ning Caichen's scalp was numb from the laughter of the Mai swordsman, and he said, "I have touched all the things in the room." ”

The Mai swordsman asked again, "Then have you encountered anything strange?"

Ning Caichen felt that the strangest thing in this Lanruo Temple was this Mai swordsman, and he asked a little honestly and unceremoniously: "The bag does not include you?"

The Mai swordsman looked at Ning Caichen and laughed, slapped the ground and said, "What do you say? I'm talking to you seriously, what are you kidding me!" Ning Caichen was startled by him and stepped back again and again.

Ning Caichen felt that he was a little wronged, and said: "How do I know when you are serious and when you are joking with me? You always have a sinister smile on your face, and you are the most infiltrating!"

The Mai swordsman sighed and said, "My name is Yan Chixia, and I am a member of the Kongtong Sect. Let me tell you, you better leave Lanruo Temple quickly, there are really ghosts here!"

Ning Caichen was frightened by Yan Chixia, stepped on the floor, and almost fell down. Under the floor, he slowly swallowed the yin qi and looked at the blood food sent to the door, if there was still saliva, I am afraid it would have flowed all over the ground.

The corpses of these ghosts are all transformed by the weakest people who were killed by their grandmothers, and even if they are transformed into ghosts, they can freely become a yin body, and the most powerful of them is the kind of ghost and fairy body that Miss Xiao Zhuo carried, wearing golden armor, even ordinary immortals cannot be easily eliminated.

However, ghosts of that level are also extremely rare under Grandma's hands, and some of the remaining ones are corpses like Ning Caichen who are just a little deeper in the Yuanyang Qi on their bodies, but more of them are mortal living people who pass by here, and they are also intercepted and killed by Grandma, who has never been picky eaters. (To be continued.) )