Chapter 475 Solo dance under the moon, clear spirit and profound energy
Chen Jun walks through the mountains and forests.
Not long after, a dilapidated and primitive temple appeared in front of us in the distance.
It is now late autumn, and the steps leading to the mountain gate of the temple are covered with withered grass and fallen leaves, showing a somewhat deserted look. Apparently no one has cleaned them for a long time.
The temple is surrounded by mountains and forests. There is not a single person around, and the walls are in ruins. The red paint on the walls is mottled and peeling off. The door is ajar but not closed. It swings in the wind from time to time, making a heart-breaking crunching sound.
"Lanruo Temple!"
Three plaques with ancient rusty characters hang in the temple. The plaques are covered with spider webs and accumulated dust.
"It's so quiet." Chen Jun's eyes moved slightly and he walked along the steps towards Lanruo Temple.
Enter Lanruo Temple.
The withering and desolation in the temple became even more severe.
The ground was covered with dead leaves and weeds were growing in the Zen room and corridors.
What's more important is that many of the floor tiles on the ground have been damaged, exposing pits, and the roots of some trees extend from nowhere and are densely covered on the walls and roofs.
"It must be a few years old."
Chen Jun walked into the main hall of the Buddhist temple.
I don’t know where the head of the clay Buddha statue in the ruined temple fell, and I can’t tell which Buddha it is.
Chen Jun cupped his hands in front of the Buddha statue and cleaned the altar with ease. He quickly made a clean place for resting. After doing this, the sky became dark.
He gathered some firewood and lit a bonfire.
There was a howling wind in the temple, carrying the smell of dead branches and leaves, and the desolate smell rushed in together.
Staying overnight in a ruined temple, alone in a barren mountain.
In such a scary atmosphere, Chen Jun smiled and simply took out the book from his bag and read it in front of the light. A clear voice sounded in the Buddhist temple, and the wind gradually died down.
At some point in the evening, Chen Jun yawned, feeling slightly tired.
At this moment, there was a noise outside the door.
"who?"
Chen Jun regained some energy and walked out of the Buddhist temple. The moonlight was bright outside, and the clear moonlight filled the sky, shining as brightly as day. In the open space under the courtyard, there was no one there during the day, but now there was an additional woman.
She was dressed in red, with a graceful figure and an alluring appearance.
The starry eyes are twinkling with starlight, showing a bit of coldness under the moonlight. There are thousands of resentments in the eyes, and there is an indifference that rejects people and is thousands of miles away. However, the face is charming and has an indescribable natural charm.
Power, ink hair pours down like clouds, scattered around the waist, the temperament is slightly sickly and fragile, as pure as an elf.
Chen Jun saw that the woman's stunning appearance was very similar to that in the movie, and he thought to himself, "Is this Xiaoqian?" A slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Sir, can you let the little girl go inside the deserted temple in the mountains to get away from the wind and cold?"
The woman frowned, as if she was speaking softly and gently, which made people feel pity.
Xiaoqian secretly looked at the scholar in front of her. The scholar's face was like a crown jewel, his figure was majestic, and his temperament was elegant and extraordinary. His eyes were not much different from the eyes of men in the world when they looked at her, but his eyes were clear and there was not much desire.
Instead, there was a hidden smile, I don’t know why.
This scholar's body was full of yang energy, and he also had a strong literary spirit. Xiaoqian felt sad in her heart. This was a great supplement to the goblin. How could the tree goblin grandma just let it go?
Chen Jun asked: "Are you cold?"
"Leng, I hope you will take pity on me."
"You want to come in, right?"
"If you can go inside to avoid the cold wind, I would like to treat you as a master and fellow practitioner Yan."
Xiaoqian smiled shyly and lowered her head slightly. She was shy and timid, just like a lotus flower, and the man couldn't control it.
"No need, Yanhao. If you want to come in, just dance for me."
Dance?
Xiaoqian's expression froze slightly. She didn't want to have sex, but wanted to dance. What kind of request was this?
Xiaoqian took a deep breath, and a smile appeared on her face, "Xiaoqian only knows a little bit about dancing, I hope you don't find it objectionable."
"Don't mind it, just go ahead and dance. Dancing solo under the moon should be quite beautiful."
The mountain wind gradually became stronger, and the woman's clothes began to flutter in the wind.
There were a few strands of soft hair on the temples, which were messed up by the wind and brushed against her fair face, but the woman didn't seem to care at all and concentrated on waving her red sleeves.
The woman's face is so beautiful that she is unlike any ordinary person.
She is like an elf, dancing alone under the moon. The clear light and the figure complement each other, making it beautiful.
After half a ring.
Xiaoqian stopped, her chest rose and fell slightly, and she gasped lightly.
She felt that as a ghost, she danced the most serious and beautiful dance. Only in this way could she offset the guilt of killing this scholar.
"There is a beautiful woman in the southern country, dancing with a light green waist. During the gorgeous feast in the nine autumn twilight, her flying sleeves are blowing through the clouds and rain. You are as graceful as orchids and green leaves, as if you are flying in the air; your dance is beautiful."
Chen Jun clapped his hands appreciatively and praised.
"Son, can you let me hide from the wind and cold? Xiaoqian is very cold." Xiaoqian hugged her body with both hands, shivering.
"Sorry, can't."
Xiaoqian stiffened and suppressed the anger in her heart, "Then why did the young master ask me to dance?"
"Because I'm bored." Chen Jun smiled slightly, "I finally waited for you to come and wanted to take a look."
"Master, do you know my identity?" Xiaoqian understood what Chen Jun meant.
Chen Jun nodded, "I heard from the villagers at the foot of the mountain that female ghosts often appear in Lanruo Temple."
"I am a female ghost, aren't you afraid of me?" Xiaoqian asked doubtfully.
"My body is upright and I am not afraid of ghosts and gods! Besides, girls are not like evil ghosts. Ghosts that can dance happily and happily are not evil ghosts."
Xiaoqian felt warm in her heart and felt funny at the same time, and said: "Young Master has good moral character. I hope you can benefit the people in the future. You'd better leave early tomorrow morning. This is not a place you can lead."
"Slow down, stay!"
"Master, what else do you want?" Xiaoqian turned her head.
"Since you gave me a dance, I should repay you. This is my consistent purpose as a human being."
Chen Jun opened his mouth and spat out, and a mouthful of clear purple energy flew out and fell into Xiaoqian's body, causing her whole body to tremble. She suddenly turned around and looked back, her eyes widening with shock.
I saw Chen Jun walking into the Buddhist temple alone, waving his hands: "If you have any difficulties, you can chant my name. My name is Xu Xian."
"Xu Xian."
Xiaoqian murmured the name to herself and stood in the Buddhist courtyard. The moonlight was like a gauze covering her with a layer of silver. The night wind from the mountain blew up and lifted up her long black hair, revealing a pair of gentle and blurred eyes.
She knew very well how precious the pure purple energy in her body was. It was no exaggeration to say that it was worth her hundred years of ghost cultivation.
If the thousand-year-old tree demon knew about it, he might eat her alive. It was ridiculous that she asked him to drive away. With his cultivation, how could he be afraid of the thousand-year tree demon.
only--
Her spirit body is controlled by the thousand-year-old tree demon grandma, where can she go?