Become a legend in Hong Kong

At the edge of the county town, Yan Chixia hid under a tree to take shelter from the rain, muttering about why Liao Wenjie hadn't come back after being away for a long time.

Just as he was thinking about it, a figure holding a black umbrella in the distance left the county town and walked quickly towards him.

He was covered by an umbrella and couldn't see his appearance clearly, but he was dressed like a scholar and was carrying a bookcase. He must have been a scholar taking part in the provincial examination.

Yan Chixia glanced at it and didn't care. She never thought that the scholar walked directly in front of him holding an umbrella.

"Master Yan, I've asked. Three and a half miles east of Guobei County, there is a ghost place called Lanruo Temple. Because it is rumored to be haunted by ghosts, it is inaccessible, which is just right for you to avoid grievances in the world." Liao Wenjie held a black umbrella. He said, the information is hot and unmistakable.

"???"

"What's wrong, Master Yan, is there something wrong with Lanruo Temple?"

"There is nothing wrong with Lanruo Temple. The problem is you."

With a dark face, Yan Chixia pointed at Liao Wenjie, who was dressed like a scholar: "Why did you change all your clothes and hats, and even bought a bookcase specially? Don't tell me that you are also aiming for fame and fortune."

"Master Yan misunderstood. I bought a change of clothes because my clothes got wet from the rain and I didn't want to catch a cold."

Liao Wenjie explained: "It just so happened that poor scholars were short of money during this period, and the pawnshops collected all their clothes, so I bought two pieces. Don't think too much about it. This outfit is purely coincidental and has no other meaning. "

"What about the bookcase?"

"As a gift, I also bought you some scholar uniforms. How about you change into them now?" Liao Wenjie pushed the hat on his head, took out a black umbrella from the book box and handed it over.

"You're weird, there's something wrong with you..."

Yan Chixia muttered, her nose trembled slightly, and she immediately smiled when she noticed the aroma of wine and meat wafting out of the bookcase.

This is why he likes Liao Wenjie. He is a better person than his short-sighted apprentice.

When she thought of her apprentice, Yan Chixia began to worry about gains and losses again. She wondered how her apprentice was doing alone outside, whether she was being bullied, whether she was being taken advantage of by girls...

…

To the east of Guobei County, there are basically mountain roads. There are no official roads built by the imperial court. Most of the mountain trails are trampled by pedestrians, covered by rain, and suddenly become wet and slippery.

The sky was dark, the woods were rustling in the wind, and the large branches and leaves of weird shapes were swaying. The two people were walking among them holding black umbrellas. Looking from a distance, they seemed to be actively embracing the ghosts.

"Master Yan, the smell of ghosts is very strong in the mountain breeze. I'm afraid this slope is not very flat!"

"There are not only ghosts, but also many monsters."

Yan Chixia shrugged her nose and said indifferently: "They are all mountain spirits and tree monsters. Although there are many of them, none of them are capable. Don't pay attention to them. Once they are cut, another one will grow. As long as it doesn't harm anyone, just let them be."

Liao Wenjie nodded and lamented that it was really difficult to be a human being in this world.

After walking another two miles, the mountain path in front gradually widens, and stone steps appear. The wind blows the temple bells, which are short and rapid, and the continuous sound seems to warn the passers-by to leave quickly.

"Lanruo Temple, this is it."

Yan Chixia looked at the three words on the stone tablet and climbed up the stairs. A skilled person is bold and doesn't care about the growing ghost atmosphere ahead.

Liao Wenjie didn't care either. With Yan Chixia by his side, he didn't believe those female ghosts dared to seduce him.

Thinking of this, he straightened his scholar uniform again, with a look of righteousness as a scholar.

He is not afraid!

“Awwww——”

A sharp wolf howl sounded in his ears. Liao Wenjie stopped and looked towards the source of the sound with bright eyes.

"What's wrong, are you afraid of wolves?"

"Don't be afraid. I like wolves very much. I even raised one before. He was tied up at home and looked after the house. He was fed well every day and he was very loyal to me."

Liao Wenjie recalled the past with sadness: "Then there was a fire, the family was gone, and the wolf was gone."

"The dead are gone, but the living are like this."

Yan Chixia then sighed and said: "If you still miss that wolf, wait until dawn tomorrow, catch one and keep it in the temple. When we leave, stew it in the pot, it will not be a wasted acquaintance." "

"Wonderful!"

…

Lanruo Temple.

It was also very popular in the past, especially in the early days of great chaos. It was a well-known temple, and many princes and nobles came here to pray for blessings.

Now, not to mention the ruins, but it has been abandoned for many years and has long been dilapidated.

The courtyard wall collapsed, the bricks and stones were submerged in weeds, the Buddha statue in the front hall was missing, the entire hall was leaking, with only a few pillars left to support it, and the roof was already crumbling.

Liao Wenjie and Yan Chixia walked to the backyard and saw that the gaps between the floor tiles were covered with weeds and dead branches and leaves were piled up in the corners. Only two rows of wooden houses were still intact.

"This temple is nice. The repairs are perfect for seclusion."

Yan Chixia was overjoyed. Although Lanruo Temple was dilapidated, its overall structure was still intact. It can be imagined that it was a temple that was not short of money back then.

It's just that the ghost spirit is a bit strong, the air is gray, and the clouds on the top of the temple are shrouded, condensing and not dissipating. It can be seen that ghosts often visit.

It is more likely that Lanruo Temple is the habitat of wandering ghosts.

Yan Chixia didn't take it seriously. The secluded place he was interested in would be his territory from now on. The ghosts know each other, and we should all be neighbors. If you don't know each other, then don't blame him for unsheathing his sword and doing something ridiculous like occupying a magpie's nest.

"Master Yan, there is something I have never understood very well. Why do stories of fox monsters and ghosts often happen in temples and Taoist temples?"

Liao Wenjie frowned and asked: "It stands to reason that there is always no shortage of experts in this kind of place. Ghosts should be kept away from them, as far away as possible."

"That's generally true, but you forgot one thing."

Yan Chixia explained: "It is different from selecting a cemetery with good Feng Shui. Regardless of whether it is a temple or a Taoist temple, the original intention of building it is to ensure peace. Therefore, the site is chosen as an evil place to suppress evil."

"Then there are too many evil spirits and you can't control them anymore?"

"Half and half..."

Yan Chixia shook her head: "The incense has become strong, money and beauty have deceived people's hearts, the temple is no longer a good temple, and the practice is not virtuous. If the righteousness is insufficient, naturally it will not be able to suppress the evil."

"Understood!"

Liao Wenjie nodded and saw that Yan Chixia had chosen a house on the left, so he went to the right and chose a house with an overgrown yard separated in the middle.

The two floors of the wooden house were covered with dust. He waved the red rope to clean it, and found that the ghost smell in the house was getting stronger and stronger. Following the smell, he lifted up the lower floor.

Several mummies were lying on the damp and cold mud. They raised their heads when they heard the sound, closed their dry upper and lower jaws, and slowly stretched out their hands towards Liao Wenjie.

These mummies were all lodgers who died in Lanruo Temple. Their essence and blood were sucked out by the tree demon grandma, and they were thrown underground to breed resentment. By the way, the corpses were turned into bones and used as flower fertilizer for secondary use.

"The heaven and earth are natural, the odor is dispersed, the cave is mysterious, and the Taiyuan shines brightly."

After a spell of purifying heaven and earth, the mummy lowered its arms, let out a few wails, and then fell asleep completely.

In the wailing sound, there was reluctance and jealousy towards the living, as well as the joy of escaping and ascending to heaven, and most of all, regret.

If I had known that I would end up like this, I would have tightened my belt no matter what.

"Heh, when you put your pants up and talk, you are tough. Now you regret it. What did you do earlier?"

Liao Wenjie said sarcastic words, and after clearing the wooden table beside the bed, he began to sit cross-legged and meditate, silently reciting the mantra to purify the heaven and earth several times to bid farewell to these wronged souls.

After reading for a long time, he opened the book box, adjusted the hat on his head, lit a candle, and began to read the sage's book all night long, talking about it all.

Candlelight, poems and books, stormy nights, what a handsome little scholar.

Harmless to humans and animals, come quickly!

Opposite me, Yan Chixia simply cleaned the room, sat at the table and stared: "What's going on? That kid bought good wine and food, why is there suddenly no movement?"

…

Four or five miles east of Lanruo Temple, there are beautiful lakes, waterside pavilions, and more than twenty miles east, a row of villas are built deep in the mountains and forests.

There are no roads to the front, back, left, or right, and they are all blocked by dense woods. From a distance, you can only see the courtyard wall or a corner of the roof.

Outside the red-walled pavilion, the rain was falling, thin and lingering, but inside the pavilion there was another scene.

More than ten women are playing around, playing the piano and singing poems, or dancing with their long sleeves. The fragrant wind spreads everywhere, and the white gauze and red satin look full of spring.

Beside the corner, a woman in white clothes was playing the piano with a sad face. She had a pretty face and was lightly applying makeup. Her palm-wide waist was tightened by white bunches, which made her look quite impressive from top to bottom.

I answered the sentence that everyone understands: Beauty kills without a knife, seducing the soul is all in the waist.

The woman looks pure on the outside, but her charm is introverted, and her eyes and frown are alluring. Unfortunately, she died long ago, and now she is a female ghost who is forced to do business.

Nie Xiaoqian is famous for her beauty.

"Alas~~~"

Looking at a group of 'sisters' who only wanted to have fun and had no worries at all, Xiaoqian couldn't help but sigh.

If nothing else, she hasn't opened much business this month. She is worried about performance.

Although she was forced to do business, she did not want to do evil and harm others, but the tree demon's methods were too cruel. If she failed to complete the task, she would be beaten with a whip.

It was just a whipping, and it was over with patience, but every time a new sister appeared in the yard, grandma would select one or two with poor performance and give them as gifts to the old Black Mountain demon in the underworld.

It's hard to be a human being, but it's even harder to be a ghost. If you don't want to be reincarnated forever, you have to live a life worth more than anyone else.

Thinking of this, Xiaoqian's worry about playing the piano became even more serious.

Life is not easy, the pretty girl sighed.

"Sister, why is it that it's rainy and wet, and even the sound of your piano is getting gloomy?"

A woman in green swayed over and sat opposite Xiaoqian: "If sister doesn't want to play the piano, why not leave it to me, so you can take some time to feel sorry for yourself."

"Sister, I'm joking. Not everyone can touch this piano. It's not good at it, and it's just mediocre means. It will only attract people's ridicule, and it will give you a bad reputation for overestimating one's abilities."

Xiaoqian smiled slightly, and the two of them looked into each other's eyes, the smiles on their faces even wider.

Bah, bitch! x2

The woman's name is Xiaoqing, and she is the second most popular person in the courtyard after Xiaoqian, the top one. She has outstanding achievements, a small mouth smeared with honey, and is very popular with her grandma.

A group of women come together to write a script that can be broadcast from late night to prime time, even if it is a female ghost.

There is no other meaning, I just can't stand the pretentiousness of the other party, as if she is the only white lotus in the world who is stinky and shameless.

Just when the two female ghosts were talking sweetly and stabbing each other, the bell rang quickly in the yard. In an instant, all the female ghosts stopped playing and looked towards Lanruo Temple to the west.

The ringing of the bell means that there is someone in Lanruo Temple and it is time to open for business.

"Xiaoqian, there is a passerby staying at Lanruo Temple. Go and have a look. If it's easy to get him, you can take him down and present him to me tomorrow night."

In mid-air, disembodied voices came out, sometimes a thick male voice, sometimes an old female voice, intertwined repeatedly, making it difficult to tell how many people were talking.