"It's good to stay here."

"I think it's fine."

The next morning, it was a good weather.

The breakfast was a mixed porridge of wild vegetables, with few coarse grains, and no sour radish and fermented tofu.

But both of them ate cleanly.

After breakfast, Lin Jue put some of the only broken silver and copper plates on his body into the merit box of the temple and said goodbye to the old monk.

"The master asked us before, you had encountered a ghost last night. I replied to the master at this time, and I did encounter it." Lin Jue bowed to the old monk, "But after a conversation with them, I have persuaded them to leave here and return home. There should be no ghosts in the attic from now on."

"really?"

"Natural."

Lin Jue looked at the old monk and became more and more familiar with him as he looked at him.

In a daze, I seemed to see the slightly fat monk who had served me some porridge and rice. One was middle-aged and the other was old, and his faces gradually overlapped.

"Thank you, the master, for allowing me to stay here, and say goodbye."

Lin Jue bowed again and then turned around and left here.

The old monk frowned and looked at him, turned around and looked at the attic behind him, and inexplicably felt familiar.

When did the haunted loft spread?

Of course he will not forget.

At the same time, Lin Jue walked slowly in the mountains, taking a lunch break in the bamboo forest, sleeping peacefully in the mottled sun, really like a god.

Suddenly I heard a voice on the road below.

The voice was quite familiar.

After listening carefully, I realized that it was the three people last night.

It was noon at this time, and the sun was quite strong. They were brave and bored on the roadside, and talked about ghost things in the temple attic.

In that incident, the young scholar who dared to drink the demons halfway through the journey. The agreement to collect bones with a letter was originally a good talk.

Later, the ghost cursed in the attic and wrote a poem and cursed it, which made everyone know it. Later, the ghost of the attic regret,

Beauty talk has become a strange thing, and for more than ten years, people have been talking about this road.

But no one knows that the young scholar came back more than ten years later.

"Junior sister, go back to Beijing, your Ziyun is still waiting for you." Lin Jue said, "I want to go to Zhongshan first, visit the true person Xuanming, and ask him some questions."

"good!"

The bamboo forest is mottled, just like the mountain road that year, when the junior sister transformed into a white one.

When the breeze blew, waves rose all over the mountain, and magpies and birds and sparrows also rode the wind and walked away quickly along the green bamboo mountain.
Chapter completed!