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The Taoist priest directed the child to distribute medicine to the people around him, but he himself had an attitude of scrutinizing people.

If there was a seeming but genuine indifference and arrogance, this made Lin Xingtao temporarily stop trying to find him to get in touch with the special power.

——After all, he knows that this is a scary world that doesn’t look at faces.

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After returning to the Taoist temple in the same unconventional way as before, Lin Xingtao opened the door.

His hand paused, and he suddenly thought of the half of his hand hanging on the door.

In the morning, he threw his palm on the open space outside the building, but the door handle was not wiped clean.

He raised his palm, always feeling that his hand was stained with an indescribable bloody smell.

"Qingqing, please quickly sprinkle some incense ash on my hands to drive away evil spirits."

Qingqing happily held the incense burner and let Lin Xingtao put his hand in it.

Lin Xingtao couldn't help but wonder when he saw her so happy: "Is there any good news? Are you so happy?"

Qingqing narrowed her eyes: "Because everyone is back safely, and I guess there must be good things on this trip!"

"It's necessary. If there is a teacher, I will take action." Lin Xingtao suddenly became proud.

Along with shouting and shouting, everyone shared today's harvest.

Everyone can enjoy delicious buns.

There is no oil or water in the filling, and there is only a little bit of residual heat left in the clothes, but holding the bun feels like holding the warm sunshine.

Da Le lit the pyre, and the firelight reflected the tired but excited faces.

Qingqing's eyelashes trembled slightly, filled with smiles at the corners of her eyes.

It's not just her, her bright eyes are touching the heart through the thick time and space.

Everyone is a happy little sun.

Lin Xingtao looked at all this and suddenly felt that this was good.

But if he really wants to live like this for the rest of his life - he won't be willing to do so. Perhaps he should follow Dale to find Miss Xiao Er, or should he go to find the Taoist priest? Just like the multiple choice questions in the game, they will lead to completely different endings.

"Teacher, tell us a story!"

"It's too hot to eat. The teacher will tell you something scary!"

Lin Xingtao was so barren that he only had basketball and handsomeness. A series of terrifying online novels flashed through his mind.

I don’t know how to tell stories about Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio. All I can remember in my life is about a man who gave birth to a child using his ribs.

Lin Xingtao cleared his throat and started telling a story.

"One night it snowed, and I hid in a small Taoist temple."

"I was the only one in the Taoist temple. I woke up in the middle of the night and prepared to go outside to release water."

The words "let it go" made Qingqing cover her mouth and smile.

"Just when I was going out, I found a painting by the door."

"There are two people in the painting. One is tall and the other is short, but both of them have blue faces, as if they were dead. It looks a bit strange."

"I thought this must be a particularly valuable painting, because the people in the painting were so lifelike. When I looked closer, I could almost see every strand of hair. I almost thought I could hear their breathing, but they are paintings. , and not breathing."

"The frame of the picture is also very good, and the two people fit right into the picture."

Everyone listened intently and even looked towards the door of the Taoist temple.

"I wonder why there are paintings hanging next to the Taoist temple gate."

"There may be other Taoist temples. The ones in the painting must be sealed monsters."

Lin Xingtao continued: "But the door suddenly couldn't be opened. I had no choice but to solve it in the Taoist temple."

"When I got up the next day, I found -"

"No painting at all! Just a window!"

"And the window is open!"

Lin Xingtao smiled slightly: "The story is over."

Everyone was deep in thought.

The smartest Qingqing understood after thinking for a while and shouted hurriedly:

"It's not a painting at all! It's just two dead people standing outside the window!"

"The scariest thing is that teacher, you are face to face with those two dead people! You can see their hair clearly!"

Everyone reacted and were in an uproar.

"Fortunately, the teacher didn't go out."

"What an interesting story."

Amidst all the chatter, Da Le got up from the ground without fear and walked to the window next to the door.

Stick your head out.

"Brother Da Le is so awesome, he is not afraid at all."

However, in the next second, Da Le let out a strange scream, hurriedly retracted his head, and hid aside.

Qingqing couldn't help but laugh at him: "It's just a story, Da Le is so embarrassing." Others also laughed.

Da Le waved his hands quickly and whispered: "Oh no, it's true, there is a corpse down there!"

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Everyone squeezed me and I squeezed you to the window.

Lin Beg'er sets an example for his behavior by being reckless and Tao has a calm expression and a courage that no one can overcome.

"That monster! Don't bully my Taoist temple, the children and the old are helpless!"

He didn't know what he shouted, but he already stuck his head out.

There was nothing under the windows except snow.

"You're such a happy person, even those with thick eyebrows and big eyes can deceive others!"

"I didn't! Really! There was something like an old monster there just now!"

Da Le leaned against the door and shouted when he heard the words.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, which was neither light nor heavy. Da Le tensed up and hurried away from the door.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Lin Xingtao thought of the bloody palm. Was that palm back knocking on the door?

Qingqing pursed her lips and quickly brought the incense burner.

They retreated to the idol.

"There are really demons and ghosts in this world, so will telling ghost stories attract ghosts?" Lin Xingtao thought this way.

But the sound was different from the last one.

Suddenly, the door creaked open.

A slender shadow was reflected at the door, like a branch buried in the snow.

The fine wind and snow poured into the Taoist temple, almost blinding people.

Qingqing suppressed a scream and threw a wisp of incense ash at the door.

The figure stood still, and the gray ash mixed with the white snow was sucked away by the wind outside.

Suddenly there was a sharp bird cry.

"Ka--"

It was the most unbearable sound of nails scratching glass.

"Bang--" Another dull sound of something falling in the snow.

Lin Xingtao held Qingqing and Dale's hands tightly, and he saw red and black blood flowing out of the door.

The warm blood melted the snow, and a nauseating fishy smell drifted in the air.

Something was thrown in from outside the door.

Lin Xingtao looked closely.

It was the palm.

The flesh had dried up, and the bones were black.

It just fell in front of them.

He suddenly felt creepy.

A prying gaze came from outside the door.

It was looking at us.

Something.

It was coming.

The author has something to say: Lin Xingtao: I am autistic, this world doesn't care about appearance.

The next chapter will touch the setting of special power throwing.

Chapter 9 Fate (VI)

People are always full of fear of the unknown.

Some are separated by a door, and when they don't know what is on the other side of the door, they will be scared by their own imagination.

But people have to die, so it's not good to be scared to death by themselves.

The door slowly opened, and the shadow gradually covered the front.

Lin Xingtao immediately blocked in front of the others, snatched the incense burner from Qingqing's hand, and made a graceful and smooth step-back jump shot-

After a quarter of the Bernoulli hyperbola, the incense burner hit something and fell to the ground. ◥思◥Rabbit◥Online◥Read◥

The ashes were scattered all over the floor, and the stove was spinning on the ground, and was stopped by a foot.

It was a black boot with a white sole, and the sole was covered with dirty snow and blood.

A voice as old as tree bark and as hoarse as branches shaking in the wind sounded:

"Which little brother hit me?"

"Old monster!" Dale exclaimed.

The old man standing at the door immediately blew his beard and glared: "You beggar, don't talk nonsense! I am the eighth-generation disciple of the Zhengqing Sect, Bu Guozi!"

The old man walked into the Taoist temple while talking. He was wearing a shabby but decent Taoist robe, with a water bag and a package hanging around his waist, and holding a whisk that was so cold that it couldn't hang down in his hand.

The old man was very thin, and his face was gaunt. His white beard was frozen and hung down to his chest, but he might have been an elegant man with a Taoist style.

When he glared, the snowflakes on his eyebrows fell into his eyes, which was a bit funny. When he walked into the Taoist temple, his face flushed, as if the air in the Taoist temple made him feel particularly comfortable.

"I didn't expect that this small temple was protected by the gods. No wonder the crow monster couldn't get in and had to rely on the palm of the Taoist monk to open the door." He looked around and was quite emotional.

"Grandpa Guozi, did you kill the monster?" Qingqing asked him.

Bu Guozi nodded and shook his head again: "That crow demon has some relationship with the three black Taoists, so it can't be killed. Also, don't call me Old Taoist Guozi, call me Bu Guozi, or Taoist Priest will do."

Lin Xingtao asked him: "Do you want to rest in the small temple?"

Bu Guozi stroked his stiff beard and looked at Lin Xingtao carefully. There seemed to be a gleam in his eyes. He smiled and said: "No hurry, no hurry, let me worship the God of this place."

He pinched his beard to squeeze the water out of it, then bowed respectfully in front of the clay statue and kowtowed.

Dale and Qingqing opened their eyes wide, and Lin Xingtao was also shocked.

Because the dead statue actually shook slightly, shaking off some mud residue.

Bu Guozi stood up from the ground and faced Lin Xingtao, brushing his whisk in front of his eyes, and suddenly shouted: "Open!"

Immediately, his eyes were like torches, and a real light flashed in his eyes.

An indescribable shudder crawled all over Lin Xingtao's body, a stinging feeling that his secrets were being peeped into.

How to say it, it was like a red fox that jumped through his heart, and was aimed at by a dark gun in an instant.

Lin Xingtao's eyes went dark, and a pair of glittering golden eyes flashed in his vision.

He suddenly felt that he was about to usher in a huge turning point in this world.

His opportunity was not the second lady Xiao, not the young Taoist, but this old man.

There were "bang" and "ka" sounds in his ears.

It was quiet for a while.

Lin Xingtao opened his eyes and was shocked to see Bu Guozi kneeling on the ground, covering his eyes with his fingers, and blood dripping between his fingers.

In his ears was Qingqing's panicked cry: "Grandpa Bu, are you okay?"

And the voice of Dale: "The statue has a crack!"

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Lin Xingtao was tightly held by an old man.

His palm was hot and dry, so Lin Xingtao didn't want to let go, fearing that he would make Bu Guozi's nose bleed more violently.

Bu Guozi's eyes were full of heat, and he said sincerely: "My dear, I see that you have a unique bone structure, and there is a vortex of blue-purple air on your head, which is indescribably precious!"

Lin Xingtao raised his head to the sky.

"My dear, don't you believe it? This is the way for us cultivators to see the air."

"Old Taoist, I have little knowledge and can't see the true face of your master's destiny, so I have to rely on the power of the Divine Lord in Guanli. Alas, even if I do this, I have already lost dozens of years of my life!"

Bu Guozi sniffed to suck back the blood foam, and his eyes conveyed a convincing and sincere light to Lin Xingtao.

I believe you, you are such a bad old man.

Just now I wanted to secretly see other people's luck while they didn't know anything. Is that because you can see it if you want to?

"I don't believe it." Lin Xingtao rolled his eyes, "Unless I see it myself."

This old man seems to have some ability, but the luck and other things do sound like the nonsense of some charlatans.

Bu Guozi said "ouch", a little anxious.

"This method of looking at qi was made by my Zhengqing sect's founder and should not be passed down lightly." He said this, but he quickly took out a small crumpled notebook from his pocket and said without shame, "You If you worship me as your teacher,