Outside the pavilion.

Ah Qing smiled and watched the door of the pavilion close, and Fu Qingfeng was locked inside.

Turn around and float like smoke.

She was outside Fu Qingfeng's house before, and she seemed to see a figure flashing.

If you didn't guess wrong...... This is the man outside, "Grandma" values the favorite "Fu Qingfeng" the most, these days there is a chance to go out, go to the cemetery of Bulao Mountain to absorb yin qi, and observe the traces of the young Taoist priest on the mountain by the way, but since "Fu Qingfeng" went out, every day the soul is not guarded, and the problem is huge.

It seems that the problem lies with "that man"!

It's just that why didn't I sense that there was a stranger in the temple?

Ah Qing's movements were extremely fast, his body was entwined like a snake, and he swept around, entrenched in front of the pillar at the door of Fu Qingfeng's attic.

She narrowed her eyes and watched a vague thin shadow of a scholar reflected in the candle shadow.

"Sure enough......"

She smirked and pushed the door open.

......

......

A slap in the face!

Fu Qingfeng fell heavily and flew out, half of her cheeks were red and swollen, and her beautiful face was about to be ruined by this palm, she lowered her head, her hair was full of green silk, covering her painful eyes...... Blood spilled from his lips.

The women in the pond were all indifferent, just staring at the red yarn Fu Qingfeng, and no one opened their mouths to say a word and beg for a favor.

"Grandma" sat silently on the yellow seat, he stared at the blood seeping into his palm, and said indifferently: "This slap is not a punishment, it is to give you a chance...... If you explain everything clearly, I can spare you from dying. ”

Fu Qingfeng coughed sullenly.

Her mind was in turmoil.

Mr. Ning Chen sent his own sachet...... Is it made by a practitioner's rune paper......

To put it this way...... Mr. Ning Chen......

Is it lying to yourself?

She closed her eyes and remembered the night in her mind.

The gentle smiling face reflected in the lantern.

And what the scholar said to himself.

"Excuse me...... You play the piano very well, I didn't mean to. ”

"Ningchen in Jinhua City is a scholar. ”

Fu Qingfeng smiled miserably.

Mr. Ning Chen is a scholar, how can a scholar deceive himself?

The abdomen was injured by the knife qi, gurgling and bleeding, the woman tried to sit up, pressed her abdomen with one hand, and said bitterly: "Grandma...... What are you talking about, Qingfeng doesn't understand. ”

"Don't understand?"

The hoarse man's voice suddenly laughed.

The red robe rolled up Fu Qingfeng in the sky, tied this delicate woman like a cocoon, and tied it to her grandmother.

He looked at Fu Qingfeng with a smile and said bluntly, "Who is that man?"

Fu Qingfeng closed his eyes and said no more.

"Okay......" Grandma stood up from her seat, he pinched Fu Qingfeng's chin with one hand, and laughed softly: "Grandma, I have been hurting you for so long, and I saw a wild man outside who didn't know where to come, and I didn't even want my life and Taoism?"

"Someone knocked on the door outside the temple just now, it seems that it is that 'scholar', right? Do you still want to tell me that it is peaceful outside the temple, and no one has come?" Grandma's smile became colder and colder, and he sneered word by word: "The cultivator who drew this rune paper will not exceed the Nine Realms in cultivation, and you have also seen the fate of that person just now...... I'm going to let him die in front of you on the spot!"

Fu Qingfeng closed his eyes and slowly shed two lines of tears.

There was only one thought in her head.

That scholar named Ning Chen should leave the place of right and wrong of "Lanruo Temple", right?

Raising her sleeves, Grandma's face suddenly turned cold, and she no longer looked at Fu Qingfeng who was wrapped in her red robe, but shouted.

"Let's go!"

The wind rolls upside down, and the door is wide open.

The bald monk holding the red robe, with a panicked expression, raised his little short legs, and opened the way on both sides of the "grandma".

A big red robe rose from the ground, like a blood-colored rainbow, extremely fast, almost instantly, and came to the door of "Fu Qingfeng".

Grandma smashed the wooden door with one palm.

Candle frenzy.

There was a dead silence.

Fu Qingfeng slowly opened his eyes.

In the pavilion, there was peace, the candle flame was warm, and there was not a single figure.

She breathed a sigh of relief...... Seemingly...... Ning Chen is gone......

......

......

The attic door was pushed open.

An emaciated figure was thrown to the ground.

Before the scream could be made, Ning Yi stepped on his chest, bursts of green smoke rose, and pieces of snake scales appeared on the cheeks of the woman curled up on the ground...... Ning Yi's eyes were calm, and he said, "This is where you sent the knife?"

He hadn't been in Fu Qingfeng's house for long before this woman named Xiaoqing broke in.

The woman in Tsing Yi, who was trampled on her chest with one foot by Ning Yi and was struggling to breathe, looked miserable, and her beautiful face was shrouded in a mist, which was extremely painful.

After three or four breaths.

Ning Yi let go of his feet, he squatted beside the woman in Tsing Yi, kneaded the face with the scales slowly fading with one hand, and asked softly, "How long have you been practicing here?"

The woman in Tsing Yi was shocked.

What flashed in her mind was the moment when she pushed open the door without knowing what to do.

A white palm met the wooden door that was pushed open, and it instantly pinched his neck, and then, an incomparably powerful thought poured into his mind like a needle prick.

It was a means she had never seen before.

A section of the scholar's sleeve turned into inch by inch powder under the powerful energy, revealing a skin as golden as Luohan Pudu.

There was once a very high spiritual mountain ascetic, passing through this place, was swallowed alive by his grandmother, first blinded his eyes, and then even people with robes, swallowed all into his belly.

Even the spiritual mountain ascetic, the golden light on his arm didn't seem to be as strong as this thin scholar.

Ah Qing said miserably: "Three...... Three years. ”

The scholar continued to ask indifferently, "Where is your grandmother?"

"Grandma......" Ah Qing shook her head desperately and said with difficulty, "Grandma gave birth to me and raised me, I have a low seniority, a low realm, and I almost don't know anything......"

Ning Yi smiled and said, "The seniority is low, the realm is low, your courage is not small, you just wanted to kill me?"

Ah Qing's face turned pale.

Ning Yi patted the woman's cheek with one palm, not forcefully, but it was crisp, looking at the woman's face like ashes, Ning Yi didn't do it immediately, he stood up slowly, and looked up at this not too small shrine to worship the Buddha...... The place is shining with golden light, and it looks like there is no demonic spirit.

"Grandma...... If we have something we like on weekdays, or something that is taboo, we will bring it here and put it in the ......" Ah Qing, who was lying on the ground, her voice trembled, hugged Ning Yi's thigh, and said: "My lord, grandma is not afraid of wind and thunder, not afraid of the sun, with her, we can live." ”

Ning Yi hummed softly.

If he was not mistaken, these women were feminine, but grandma was not.

In the depths of the Buddhist shrine, he sensed a wisp of demonic energy.

This "grandma" is a "demon" who enlightened the spirit in the eastern realm of the Great Sui, perhaps because she was blessed by the mountain scroll, and there were some abnormalities in her body.

Yin things are naturally afraid of pure yang things, but the great demon who has attained cultivation is not afraid.

Not afraid of wind and thunder, not afraid of the sun, Ning Yi smiled silently when he heard these eight words, wind and thunder and the great sun are just extra restraint ghost cultivation and yin evil, if there is really a great cultivator who is extremely strong in cultivating these two techniques......

Ye Lao Sword Immortal, one sword can turn the entire Jinhua City into Lei Ze.

Even if it is a heavenly figure in the Nirvana realm, it can be refined by the sword qi wind and thunder.

Seeing that the thin scholar had no intention of killing, the woman in Tsing Yi who observed her words and expressions was extremely humble, and said softly: "This place is called the Buddha Temple, and I often come here to send things to my grandmother...... Familiar with this place. ”

The woman in Tsing Yi quietly wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead.

She's going to drag on time......

Fu Qingfeng, that slut, dared to collude with such a dangerous monk to enter the temple...... Grandma found out and will be furious!

No matter how powerful this monk is, it is impossible for him to fight his grandmother here, and he only needs to delay a little effort to survive, and maybe he can also see the scene of this scholar being sucked into an explosion and dying.

The scholar above his head suddenly asked, "What's your name?"

"Back to your lordship...... My name is Xiaoqing. ”

Thinking of this, Xiaoqing raised her head and showed a bright smile.

Her pupils constricted.

A snow-white sword flashed by.

The oil-paper umbrella poked in front of the woman's forehead very quickly, and it was not unsheathed, one in and one out, and even the blood was not stained.

"You want to kill me, and you will be killed by me, this is called cause and effect. Ning Yi took back the fine snow, did not look back, and slowly walked towards the place where the Buddha was enshrined, muttering on the way: "You killed so many people, and you paid for your life today...... This is called retribution. ”

The distracted woman slowly collapsed face up.

Ning Yi's words passed by her ears like the wind, and did not sweep into her mind.

Blood poured out of his eyebrows like a waterfall.

Ning Yi, who stopped in front of the inner door and stretched out a hand to lift the curtain, but did not set foot in it, turned his head and looked at the corpse that had lost his breath, thinking about the two touches when he stretched out his hand and slapped the woman's cheek...... It was sticky and smooth, and it reminded him of a very bad memory.

"Also, I'm annoying...... Snake scales. ”

Under the woman's body, a pool of red blood, the robe faded, the woman's body continued to shrink and shrink, and finally turned into a small snake where yin qi gathered, and the head was smashed by Ning Yi's sword qi infused with divinity, and the whole body was squeezed by Haoran's righteous qi, and the blood spread like a small pool.

Ning Yi shook his head.

For this woman in Tsing Yi, he did not have any pity.

Looking back on this huge "Buddha Hall", it is occupied by monsters, and the fox is fake and mighty, and I don't know how many years of practice.

In the place of worship of the Buddha shrine, there is a severed hand, broken limbs, and eyeballs raised in a jade bowl and golden water.

Over the years, the innocent people who came to worship here with awe have turned into food in the mouth of this old demon.

Passers-by who eat and stay overnight, and tourists who travel to and fro...... These innocent lives can no longer be recovered.

Ning Yi's eyes were complicated, thinking of the green-shirted ghost cultivator he met outside Tiandu City, as well as the nearly a thousand dead souls who died under his hands, compared to him, this "grandma" who dared to occupy the Buddha statue for himself and cultivated to be stronger than Wei Qingba, must be even more ferocious.

I'm afraid that in this Lanruo Temple, there are only a lot of unjust souls.