Boom!
There was a sound of thunder in the sky, dark clouds were heavy, lightning flashed, and strong winds raged, rolling up countless sand and dust towards Lanruo Temple.
The people who were talking in the main hall looked back and realized that the sky was already dark, and a heavy rainstorm was pouring down in an instant.
A trace of solemnity flashed in Yan Chixia's eyes. If there were demons, the heavy rain and gloomy weather would be more conducive for these demons hiding in the darkness to launch an attack.
"Old Yu, do you know what the demon suppressed by Lanruo Temple is like?"
Yan Chixia turned around and asked Yu Lao.
Mr. Yu shook his head and said: "I don't know. In the past three hundred years, too many truths have been lost in the long river of time. However, it is rumored that since the Wuzong destroyed the Buddha forty years ago, there have been ghosts and ghosts entrenched in Lanruo Temple, killing innocent people. .”
"Ghosts?" Xu Xian asked strangely, "I have been observing with secret methods for the past half day. Although the temple is dilapidated, there is no demonic presence. Why do the people in the village say it is haunted?"
"Well, I heard from people in the town that many young people disappeared in this mountain, maybe they were picked up by tigers, leopards and wolves. They may not be haunted."
When the fat wealthy businessman heard that there was a ghost, he subconsciously moved towards the concubine next to him and retorted to Xu Xian.
Xu Xian suddenly turned his head and stared at the wealthy businessman: "You know that there is danger in the mountains. As a mortal, why do you dare to come to Lanruo Temple?"
Since Yu Laozang had deceived her just now, she now looked at the two wealthy businessmen with a suspicious expression.
The tone of Xu Xian's question made the wealthy businessman a little unhappy, but as he had seen the existence of the Dao Lao Ghost with his own eyes, he did not dare to offend Xu Xian, and said with an ugly face: "I thought those country people were just talking nonsense. If it is an ordinary tiger and leopard, my little concubine is If you have martial arts skills, you may not be afraid of them.”
After hearing this, Song Xing cast his eyes on the concubine, looked at it, and confirmed that what the wealthy businessman said was true. This concubine, who seemed to be extremely weak, was actually filled with martial arts energy, and her skills were not weak.
However, he saw with his spiritual consciousness that this concubine was indeed a human body, not a monster.
Just when Xu Xian was questioning the wealthy businessman, Song Xing suddenly turned his head outside the temple, and there was a sudden rush of footsteps outside Lanruo Temple.
After dozens of breaths, a slightly embarrassed figure ran in from the outside of the temple and appeared outside the main hall door. It was obvious that it was raining heavily and came here to take shelter.
The person who came was wearing a plain old gray gown, a scarf on his head, a bamboo basket on his back, and a branch in his hand. His clothes were messy and he looked quite embarrassed.
The visitor dressed as a scholar rushed into the hall despite the rain, and then he noticed Song Xing and the others in the hall.
A trace of embarrassment flashed across the scholar's face, then he stepped forward and cupped his hands and whispered: "It is difficult to travel at night, and it coincides with a heavy rain, so I have to take shelter from the rain."
Yan Chixia stared at the scholar's face carefully for a few times, then smiled boldly and said: "Scholar, there is no need to be polite. We are also guests staying overnight. This hall is spacious, so you can stay here."
Seeing Yan Chixia's bold words, the scholar felt good about her. He cupped his hands and thanked her again. Then he took the bamboo basket from his back and prepared to find a dry place to wring out the clothes.
"Scholar, why are you here alone in this barren mountain?"
Yan Chixia approached the scholar intentionally or unintentionally and asked casually.
When the scholar saw Yan Chixia asking, he hurriedly put down the bamboo basket. When he stood up, he accidentally dropped a few mud stains on Yan Chixia's trousers: "Xiaosheng Ning Caichen, from Zhejiang, came to Jinhua this time. I came here to help someone collect a debt. Unfortunately, the creditor is not here and I am penniless. I heard that there is a temple in the mountain where I can stay overnight, so I came here."
Yan Chixia nodded: "Then you have come to the right place. There is only one Lanruo Temple in this mountain. If you are not afraid of ghosts, you can stay here for one night."
"Ghost?" Ning Caichen's face turned pale, and then he said: "I don't talk about the strange power and chaos of the gods. The traces of ghosts and gods are not the result of ignorance. If there are things that are not easy to understand, don't talk to people lightly."
Xu Xian saw that Ning Caichen looked embarrassed, but he was still mumbling some words that he didn't understand. His tone was a little impatient: "You scholar, what are you talking about? My uncle said that this place is haunted, so you should be careful." , it’s best not to go out of the hall at night.”
Ning Caichen saw Xu Xianming's bright eyes and didn't dare to look any further. He lowered his head and mumbled, thanked Yan Chixia, then carried the bamboo basket to a corner of the hall and sat down.
"Brother Song, do you think this scholar is a demon?"
Xu Xian approached Song Xing and asked in a low voice.
Everyone looked like a monster to her now, not to mention that a scholar suddenly ran out under the pouring rain, which would inevitably make people suspicious.
Song Xing looked at Ning Caichen in the corner and said the same thing: "You suspect that there is something wrong with him? You shouldn't. He seems to be just an ordinary scholar."
Yan Chixia and Ning Caichen have appeared. Where are the tree demon and Nie Xiaoqian?
He had just released his spiritual consciousness in Lanruo Temple and checked it himself. He did not find any demonic aura. It looked like just an ordinary dilapidated temple.
But if what Yu Lao said is true, and this is really the place where Xuanzang achieved nirvana, then the water in it is definitely much deeper than it seems.
Gods and Buddhas are not revealed. If you think about it, you will know how much secrets are involved. It is far from as simple as targeting a few monsters in A Chinese Ghost Story.
Xu Xian stared at Ning Caichen carefully for a few more times, but found no flaws, so he walked to the door of the hall angrily and stared at the dark clouds and heavy rain outside in a daze.
Song Xing took one more look at the main hall, then simply came outside the hall and sat cross-legged under the coiled dragon pillars outside the hall.
Xu Xian suddenly felt the sky darken, and turned around to look, only to see bursts of golden aura surrounding Song Xing's body. When he breathed, the surrounding space was vibrating with ripples, as if it could suppress everything in the world.
Inside the main hall, except for the flickering lights of the Main Hall, there was silence.
Xu Xian stood at the door, looking out the window at the dark night, his mind gradually drifting away. Only then did he think in hindsight, what is the cultivation level of Song Xing who appeared here inexplicably?
Zhao Guizhen, the demon who had been rampant in the Tang Dynasty for decades, died in the hands of Song Xing in one encounter. Xu Xian even wondered whether his uncle Yan Chixia was no match for the young man in front of him?
"Golden platform and jade palace, Mingju Menghong, true energy united, good talent, good heart!"
Yan Chixia, who appeared beside her out of nowhere, looked at Song Xing's back with bright eyes and sighed softly.
Turning to look at Xu Xian who looked confused, Yan Chixia asked: "What sect does Song Xing come from?"
Xu Xian shook his head: "He said he has no sect and is just a casual cultivator. I watched him take action and kill Zhao Guizhen purely with his martial arts strength. It is really shocking and terrifying!"
Yan Chixia said: "Building the foundation of martial arts and opening up all the meridians is just the first step in martial arts. Then, the bridge between heaven and earth is opened, and the meridians and acupoints are nourished with the essence and temperature of heaven and earth. Only then can one be called innate in martial arts. Above the innate, there is the great road. Ji, the Nine Heavenly Gates, the Divine Treasure of Spirit and Qi. Looking at this child, it is clear that he has crossed the boundary between martial arts and Taoism, and has at least opened three of the nine divine treasures, so that he can kill Zhao Guizhen with one move."
Xu Xian's eyes flashed with surprise, "How is that possible? He looks about the same age as me."
Yan Chixia said: "There are countless strange people in the world. Those who can open the Nine Great Divine Treasures are just like senior brothers. They are all loved by heaven and earth. How can we talk about it with common sense?"
A trace of worry flashed in Yan Chixia's eyes. The emergence of beautiful things in the world often means that troubled times are coming.
Xu Xian looked at Song Xing's back and was still in disbelief, but Yan Chixia never told lies. Since he said Song Xing had such strength, he couldn't be lying.
Thinking of something, Xu Xian asked: "Uncle Master, you said someone from Master's scribe's sect came here, why didn't you see them?"
Yan Chixia looked up at the increasingly darker sky, and for some reason, a hint of uneasiness flashed through her heart.
"There are a lot of evil things in this mountain. Maybe senior brother has been delayed by something."
After Yan Chixia finished speaking, she was about to carry her into the hall, but suddenly she looked back.
The sky outside Lanruo Temple has changed!
The dark demonic energy, like a sea tide, rolled down from the clouds in the distance. In Yan Chixia's sight, it spread dozens of miles in an instant and reached the outskirts of Lanruo Temple in a matter of breaths.
