The thunder was rolling, the clouds shook out big raindrops, and the sound of rushing water could be heard inside and outside the mountain temple.
The rain was pouring down.
Although Zhou Zheng was full of bad things, he still held back from vomiting them out. He used the divine turtle breath technique to cover up his own aura. He looked like a weak scholar and limped into Lanruo Temple with a book box on his back. That crooked door.
His expression was a bit hesitant and a bit suspicious.
It was as if the mutterings of the busybodies in the town were still ringing around my ears, saying something like, 'That temple is not for people to live in.'
As a result, Zhou Zheng's expression became a little timid. He stood in the doorway of the temple gate and did not dare to move forward. He looked up and found that half of the doorway had collapsed. Rain and moisture were coming all over the place, making Zhou Zheng feel a little uncomfortable.
He raised his hand and tugged on his clothes, sighed softly, and ran along the corridor on one side towards the main hall.
The interior of the temple is also a dilapidated scene.
The Buddha statue seemed to have had its head chopped off with a sharp weapon, and the yellow cloth hanging on the wall was in tatters, and spider web pockets could be seen everywhere.
There should be people staying here occasionally. There was a simple bed made of blue bricks and wooden boards in the left corner, and hay was spread on it, which solved my urgent need.
Zhou Zheng closed the wooden door, put down the book box, bowed to the broken Buddha statue in a decent manner, and said:
"Buddha bless, Buddha bless, I'm just a scholar, don't let me touch any dirty things."
After a while, Zhou Zheng rummaged through the book box, took out the fire book, lit the candlestick next to the Buddha statue, and found two or three pieces of wood left by an unknown person in the corner, and built a bonfire.
It was raining heavily outside for a while, and raindrops were dripping inside the main hall, which was not very spacious.
Zhou Zheng took advantage of the time to warm his hands and saw three small words in the corner of the book box.
Ning Caichen.
Let me go, is this really Ning Caichen’s story?
Laojun, what do you mean by this?
He threw himself into Lanruo Temple and gave himself a task to collect the tears of female ghosts...
However, I have just practiced Pure Yang Wuji Magical Skill, and now I can't break my body. My Yang Qi is different from ordinary people, and I can be quite attractive to female ghosts.
Laojun's trial must not be that simple.
It should be meaningful.
On the surface, the tears of the female ghost are meant to make the female ghost cry, but the female ghost is a spirit body. Even if she can have real feelings of touch, how can she have real tears?
Ah, that’s not right either.
When Zhou Zheng read the textbook compiled by Pleiades, he also saw an introduction to Yin Immortal.
If a ghost cultivator has certain skills, he can also reshape the Yin body, but the Yin body exudes Yin energy from top to bottom... just like the situation of the female ghosts in the backyard.
Zhou Zheng couldn't figure it out after thinking for a long time, but the rain outside the door gradually stopped.
He leaned towards the door and looked outside.
The front yard was quiet at night, and the crescent moon was like a hook, illuminating the puddles below.
Zhou Zheng carefully spread out his spiritual consciousness, keeping an eye on the 'yin cultivators' in the backyard, and carefully explored the situation around the temple.
Demonic aura, a very strong demonic aura.
There should be a great demon with thousands of years of Taoism entrenched here.
However, the few Yin cultivators staying in the backyard of the temple are only at the first or second level of Shenying Realm.
Zhou Zheng didn't look at their specific appearance. If he guessed correctly, one of them should be quite beautiful, and she was also called Nie Xiaoqian.
Not far from the temple is a mass grave, and a dilapidated stockade in the distance. Because the mountains are gloomy, the roads are rugged, and there are many tigers, leopards, and wolves in the mountains, there are not many villages in the mountains.
Lanruo Temple is on the edge of the mountain, not far from the town where there are many business travelers and the official road that the town relies on.
Just after the heavy rain, the caravans taking shelter on the roadside slowly entered the town, and those inns and restaurants received another wave of business.
Zhou Zheng looked hesitant and said deliberately:
"Why don't you go to town? It's safer to spend some money on this kind of thing."
"Self-cultivation of Taoist Actors".
He didn't close the door and turned towards the bookcase. The spiritual consciousness spread everywhere immediately detected that several strands of Yin Qi in the backyard were moving at the same time.
Anxious!
They are anxious!
Zhou Zheng smiled secretly in his heart, and had already formulated a plan to quickly deceive Xiu Xiu into tears.
There is a white shadow passing outside the window, and a slim figure can be faintly seen.
Zhou Zheng, who was about to bend down to pull up the book box, immediately raised his head, like a frightened rabbit, staring at the window beside him.
"Giggle."
A woman's laughter suddenly came from the window at the back, and then a whisper was heard:
"Tell me, how long are we going to stay here? It doesn't make sense to live here forever."
"What's going on? There are beautiful mountains and rivers here, and we don't need any money. Even if we meet some evil people, we can still pretend to be ghosts and scare them."
"But we sisters are just a daughter's family after all. Sister Xiaoqian has also reached the age of leaving the court. If she continues to be lonely and helpless with us, alas..."
"Shh, let's go see who's staying in the front hall first."
In the palace, Zhou Zheng laughed secretly in his heart when he heard this.
These underworld cultivators actually engage in such a "conspiracy loudly" routine.
If you meet a scholar who can't control himself, you might really believe it.
Zhou Zheng carried the bookcase on his back in a natural movement, turned around and was about to walk towards the door, but heard light footsteps coming from outside the door, and a white ribbon fluttering in the wind. Under the moonlight, there was a cool mood.
Outside the door, a beautiful figure hid beside the door frame, looking at Zhou Zheng quietly.
She looks no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, with an oval face, thinly drawn eyebrows, a pair of burning peach blossom eyes, and a double-layered white gauze skirt.
Her qiong nose, pink lips, and small ears are very cute. Her slender waist gives her a soft feeling. Although her body is not petite and exquisite, she is somewhat fragile and cute.
She held the door frame with her little hands and looked at Zhou Zheng, her eyes filled with millions of words.
Zhou Zheng frowned, bowed to the 'little girl', and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I didn't know this was your main residence. I went to the town to stay overnight."
The woman at the door wanted to say something, but she just said: "Mr., Gong..."
Father-in-law?
Why is this Yin cultivator still cursing people?
Although this is not my appearance, my male dignity is still very strong, okay!
"Master!"
She finally called out and hid on the other side of the door frame, making it sound as quiet as a mosquito: "How about you stay here, sir?"
Zhou Zheng shook his head with a smile and said to the woman: "There are differences between men and women. Since I know this is your residence, I will be inconvenienced here, so I'd better go to the town."
"But……"
call
Suddenly a gust of evil wind blew through the courtyard, and the doors and windows began to bang.
Voices came from the backyard:
"Why is it cloudy again today?"
"I'm afraid it will rain again soon!"
Zhou Zheng laughed dumbly, thinking that these guys' ability to retain people is really rudimentary.
When he looked forward again, he saw that the female ghost had disappeared, and he couldn't help but raise a question mark in his heart.
What's going on?
The evil wind continued outside. Zhou Zheng looked embarrassed when he saw this, but he still put down the book box and said loudly:
"Today, Xiaosheng is trapped in the wind and rain. I am staying here for the night. Please bear with me. Xiaosheng will never leave the front hall for even half a step. He will leave immediately until dawn.
"It's such a big occasion, so I'd like to ask the girls not to come to the front hall, otherwise, it won't be clear."
Gee, enough of the pedantry.
At that moment, Zhou Zheng hugged the book box and sat down against the wooden pillar. He closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep, but couldn't fall asleep. He took out a book with rain-stained edges and read it carefully in his hand.
"Nine Chapters of Arithmetic"?
Why, originally this scholar failed the exam and was planning to find a job as a concierge for a wealthy family?
This is a good career choice.
Zhou Zheng's spiritual sense carefully explored the book box and found an account book. The account book had been wet with water and stained with ink.
Then, Zhou Zheng had some enlightenment in his heart.
He went to the town ahead to collect the bill.
Rumble
Sure enough, there was thunder again outside the door.
Zhou Zheng's spiritual consciousness also brought the discussion of the Yin Cultivators in the backyard.
There was a certain Yin Xiu who spoke with a hint of dissatisfaction:
"Sister Xiaoqian, it's not that my sister is talking about you. Grandma has given you three chances. This is the fourth time. If you still can't pick up a man's Yuan Yang to honor grandma, grandma will probably swallow you directly."
The cultivator who just showed up whispered in a low voice: "I, I know."
"what do you know?"
"That's right! The first three times, they were all good Yuanyang! My sister originally gave them to you, but what happened? You either thought this one was too rude, or you thought that one was ugly.
"What's the use of a good-looking man? You have to see if his Yuanyang is pure!"
"Yes, thank you sister for your teaching."
"This man tonight is not bad. He has fine skin and tender flesh, is gentle and has a good appearance. My sister, why don't you pick it for the first time, and then let me pick it for the second time."
"He will die if this happens, right?"
"If you give him some medicine, he can still survive the second time. It's a pity that he collapsed in the first time."
Several Yin cultivators laughed and whispered in Xiaoqian's ears.
Xiaoqian groaned softly, her eyes flashing with determination.
After a while.
A cultivator used magic to make a bowl of steaming soup. Xiaoqian was holding it and heading towards the front yard.
Zhou Zheng pretended to read. Under the light of the fire, his face looked a little sleepy and he couldn't help but yawn.
Boom, boom.
Jiaoer knocked on the door lightly and called the young master across the paper.
With a creak, the side door on the side of the main hall opened, and Xiaoqian in white walked in. Her face was slightly red, her eyes were a little shy, and she called out: "Young Master."
"Stand right there!"
Zhou Zheng suddenly shouted loudly, and the white-clothed Yinxiu was so frightened that he almost smashed the tray in his hand.
Zhou Zheng stood up and frowned, took a half step back defensively, and said seriously:
"Girl, didn't I tell you before that it's dark and windy at night, and being alone with a man and a woman will really ruin our reputation! I have a wife at home, and I will be devoted to her until death! Don't go any further! Stop!
! Hey you woman! Why don’t you listen!”
Xiaoqian became even more shy when she heard this, but she kept moving and said:
"Sir, please drink a cup of ginger tea to dispel the cold, hey!"
She seemed to be unsteady on her feet and fell towards Zhou Zheng while holding the tray.
The two of them were no more than an arm's length apart, and Xiaoqian's fall was sudden and she rushed straight into Zhou Zheng's arms.
Looking at the handsome face of the scholar in front of her, Xiaoqian's heartbeat accelerated for a moment, and a strange feeling that she had never felt before surged from the bottom of her heart, filling her whole body like an electric shock.
Of course she didn't know that this was the effect of a certain technique.
At this moment, Xiaoqian had no time to think about what had happened to her, because after she was one foot away from that face, the two sides stopped getting closer, and the blue bricks on the ground quickly enlarged.
boom!
The two embroidered shoes vibrated, and the hairpins on the temples swayed slightly.
The girl in white threw herself on the ground, holding the tray with both hands high, spilling half of the soup inside.
Zhou Zheng stood aside and chose wisely...
Step back!
"Girl, it's really inappropriate for you to do this."
"Ginger tea, the tea is here."
Xiaoqian got up, covered her nose with her right hand, held up her skirt with her left hand, lowered her head and ran towards the door, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Zhou Zheng frowned slightly when he saw this, picked up the two embroidered shoes she had dropped, and put them away outside the side door.
Then close the door and hang the latch.
So, a while passed.
The sad and melodious sound of the flute came from outside the window.
Zhou Zheng looked for the sound, and under the moonlight, through the wooden window with no window paper, he saw a figure standing quietly in the corner of the corridor outside the window.
Xiaoqian dressed in white plays the flute. The scene is really beautiful, just...
that is……
This voice obviously does not come from you!
Even if you are a mortal, if you are not confused by the beautiful scenery in front of you, you should be able to hear that the sound of Xiao is coming from outside the wall next to you!
What Zhou Zheng saw with his spiritual consciousness was a woman in red who was playing Xiao Sheng passionately outside the wall.
Just pretend you didn't hear it.
Zhou Zheng yawned and leaned against the wooden pillar with his head down to doze off. After a while, he started snoring loudly enough to make people laugh.
Not long after, Zhou Zheng's spiritual consciousness brought the situation of the other party's meeting and discussion.
"That's just a pimple on an elm tree. It's all for nothing! Otherwise, let's do it hard! Use magic!"
"Use magic to control his soul. The Yuanyang extracted will be stained, which may displease grandma. It is better to make him lustful, so that Yuanyang can be pure and can be harvested cleanly."
"Xiaoqian, how could you be so unlucky to meet such a stupid person?"
"Don't worry, we also have skills but we haven't used them yet."
"You mean, if you want... well, let's just put in some effort and wait for an hour."
Xiaoqian said: "Sisters, why don't we forget it and I just go to grandma to apologize. I can't bear to do anything to him."
"Xiao Qian, this is not just your business anymore. If we can't win over this man, we may be laughed to death by the other sisters."
Zhou Zheng couldn't help but reflect while taking a nap.
This is my first level of Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu, could it be effective on women?
That's right, these are all yin cultivators, and they have an instinct for the power of pure yang, like a moth's desire for the flame.
Zhou Zheng was not in a hurry. The night was still long anyway, and his "play hard to get" plan was only half-way through.
I studied Taoism in secret, and an hour passed before I knew it.
There are only ashes left in the fire.
Suddenly the sound of a piano and flute ensemble floated outside the window.
Zhou Zheng opened his eyes in a daze, and saw several women walking by with laughter outside the window. The main door of the main hall opened inexplicably. The two women turned to look at him, then covered their mouths and laughed.
Their clothes look neat, but in fact they are in gauze and thin skirts, barefoot and exposed to the waist. Wearing them is actually better than not wearing them.
As the music of the piano changed, the two women twisted the waist of the water snake and danced, with every smile and frown, they were alluring, and they kept trying to get closer to Zhou Zheng.
However, they danced and crossed each other, and did not approach Zhou Zheng. Instead, they retreated left and right with smiles.
A woman said: "Guanren, I have a girl in my family, but I am still innocent. I am lonely in the mountains. I have never seen a man as good-looking as Guanren. I just want to have a romantic relationship with Guanren. It is a pity for her. In the future, I will be with you."
Serve your mother well in the mountains."
A woman said: "Why do officials have to be so hard-hearted? How can others know if you don't tell me?"
After saying that, the figures of the two women disappeared.
Xiaoqian, who was wearing a white dress, stood up on tiptoes outside the door, glanced at Zhou Zheng timidly, and then stepped inside.
Zhou Zheng fiddled with the book box and took out... a suona!
Xiaoqian blinked, not knowing what he was going to do.
But Zhou Zheng had already taken a breath, played the suona, and performed a choreography, directly cutting off the sound of the piano and extinguishing the sound of the Xiao.
"Girl! You've really had enough!"
Zhou Zheng threw the suona back into the book box, stood up and looked at the girl in white.
Maybe it was the angry look on his face.
In Xiaoqian's eyes, he was just a weak scholar, but at this moment he possessed an indescribable majesty that made her lift up fifteen buckets of water.
"Can this kind of thing be such a child's play? Fornication in the wild, how can humanity survive! Has all my education been in vain!
"Girl, I see you are also a person who has read books, why are you acting so nonsense!"
Xiaoqian couldn't help but look gloomy at what he said, her little face was full of guilt, her eyes were red, and she seemed about to burst into tears.
Zhou Zheng: So simple?!
Unexpectedly, Xiaoqian took a deep breath and said softly: "Master, it's my fault. If you bother me, I will..."
Zhou Zheng frowned slightly.
Why don't you cry?
She was about to cry. She completed the task directly and found a place to practice in hiding.
However, these are all within the plan.
Zhou Zheng's expression softened slightly and he called out to Xiao Qian who was about to leave.
"girl?"
Xiaoqian held the door and turned her head to look over.
He said slowly:
"I know that at your age, you may be ignorant and longing for the relationship between men and women, but this is a major event in life and should not be trivial.
"There is only one proof for the true love between a man and a woman."
"prove?"
"Yes, it's true tears."
Zhou Zheng showed a gentle smile: "When the love is deep, tears will flow freely. This is the true meaning of love between men and women."
Xiaoqian was startled for a moment, and then she left thoughtfully.
Zhou Zheng sighed softly, closed the door again, glanced at the shoes that were still at the side door, and couldn't help but shake his head slightly.
He leaned against the wooden stake and waited quietly, and was prepared to deal with the attacks of these evil cultivators.
Oh, the worst that can happen is that the pretty scholar lifts his robe and yells, "Death to the evildoer!"
In a relatively clean room in the backyard, several Yin cultivators gathered together to discuss. Some women had murderous intentions, while others took out aphrodisiac sachets and other items.
According to them, it would be better for Yuanyang to be filthy than for Xiaoqian to be swallowed by her grandma.
But just when they were about to make a plan and use force, Xiaoqian suddenly untied the foot-binding cloth wrapping her jade feet, revealing a slender foot. She took out an embroidery needle and pointed it at the tip of her toes.
Xiaoqian bit her lip gently.
"Sister, what are you doing!"
"Cry for him!"
Xiaoqian's eyes showed a bit of competitiveness, and she puffed up her lips and hummed:
"You have taught me this lesson over and over again, and you really think I can't do anything about it! Didn't he mean True Tears? I...sister, please stab me, I can't do it myself."
"Forget it, you have to be patient. This silver needle is also a magic weapon and can hurt your jade body."
The female practitioner in red came over, held the silver needle, and pointed it between Xiaoqian's toes.
No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like you have any pity.
Zhou Zheng felt a little unbearable in his heart, but when he thought that this was actually the way that had the least impact on the world, he quietly looked at it with his spiritual consciousness.
After a while, Xiaoqian was groaning, with tears in her eyes, and she couldn't speak anymore.
Mission accomplished?
Zhou Zheng felt carefully, but found that the handwriting in his heart was still gray, and he suddenly realized that as long as the handwriting turned into gold, he could...
Yes, collect!
You have to get her tears!
There's no rush, she'll be here soon...
Zhou Zheng felt a bit of anticipation in his heart. He used his spiritual consciousness to watch Xiaoqian wrap her feet and put on her embroidered shoes. Then she walked forward quickly with the lingering pain, and kept rehearsing two words in his mouth:
"Young Master, Young Master? Yes, Young Master!"
Zhou Zheng felt like laughing for a while.
Sudden!
咴儿 咴儿
Suddenly there was a sound of horses neighing outside the temple!
Zhou Zheng raised his eyebrows and noticed suppressed spiritual energy fluctuations outside the temple gate.
This person had been under his supervision before, but he should be going to that town. At this moment, he was reining in his horse from the main road and heading towards Lanruo Temple.
"Oops! There's a smelly Taoist priest!"
"Xiaoqian, let's go quickly!"
Several figures flashed past in the backyard, and Xiu Xiu in red and Qing yi appeared beside Xiaoqian at the same time. They held up her arms one on the left and one on the right, and turned into black wind and fled towards the forest behind the temple.
Xiaoqian looked sad.
Isn't she doing this for nothing?
Zhou Zheng's forehead was covered with black lines, and he frowned as he looked at the bearded uncle dismounting in front of the temple.
Is this Yan Chixia?
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road and meets familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There is no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they are indifferent to everything.
Regarding this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, it also has some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Slayer Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and eventually he is expected to become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possess the memory of the previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Different from other places in the Demon Suppression Division that are full of chills, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppression Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment just changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Zhenmo Division.