In the evening, when Xu Xian and his wife returned to Lanruo Temple, they found out that the scholar was dead. Xu Xian was stunned when he heard the news, and then sighed, he could not save him after all. But the road is walked by oneself, and all others can do is remind him

Help, but not make the choice for you.

Both of them were extremely courageous people. They went to the east wing and took a look at the body. There were no wounds on the body. The dead scholar still had a drunken smile on his face. There was only a small hole in the sole of the foot, and there was faint blood.

The two of them were so courageous that they gasped at this weird scene.

The book boy just cried to the corpse, but he was crying for himself. The master died inexplicably. Even if the involvement could be cleared, his fate would probably not be much better. The thin voice added to the cold atmosphere.

Xu Xian and Ning Caichen lit a bonfire in the Buddhist hall to get away from the cold weather. They bought some things today and planned to invite Yan Chixia to have a drink with them in the evening as a thank you for yesterday's hospitality. They simmered wine on the fire and wrapped it in paper

The cooked food was put aside, and both of them were a little silent. They originally asked the book boy to come over, but the book boy refused and said that he had to pack his things before coming back.

After a long time, the book boy still didn't come. Xu Xian couldn't bear to look for him, but found the book boy's body in the grass in the yard. There was a hole in his chest, and his heart had disappeared. There was some gold and silver scattered on a package next to him, thinking it was the book boy.

I wanted to take away my belongings and run away, but when I heard an evil thought, an evil spirit came to my door.

The bonfire is blazing, and behind him is the majestic Buddha. Is it because Buddhism is boundless and has no way to control people's hearts? Or is murder by evil ghosts also part of Buddhism? Otherwise, why are there six realms of reincarnation? Why are there hells?

Xu Xian sat and thought about it. The death of these two people was the plot in the book. He had done his best and felt clear about himself. He didn't have a good impression of their greedy and lustful behavior. But there was always some trouble that bothered him.

Will a good person die like this? Whether he is greedy for money or lustful, it is human nature, just like when a fisherman lowers his hook and the fish devours the fish, does he deserve it?

It was only when Yan Chixia came back that the stagnant atmosphere in the court was relieved. With broad shoulders and long arms, he strode into the hall and laughed: "I asked about the smell of the wine as soon as I entered the temple."

Then he noticed the strange look on the two people's faces: "What's wrong? They are both crying."

Xu Xian looked at the rough man and felt a little more secure, so he talked about what happened today.

Yan Chixia frowned, her thick eyebrows tangled together, "I'm afraid it's the demons who are harming people! But if people's hearts are unwavering, it's hard for demons to harm them." There was contempt in her tone, but she didn't know whether it was a ghost or a human being who was being scorned.

, maybe it’s both!

Ning Caichen said loudly: "This is exactly the truth. If you don't do anything bad, don't be afraid of ghosts. Brother Yan, for your words, I toast you."

Xu Xian frowned secretly, still not fully agreeing with the ancients' thinking, but Yan Chixia lived here for a long time. Although he left early and returned late every day, with his ability, he should know that there were ghosts here, so why didn't he ignore it?

Thinking about the demon's method of killing people, Xu Xian sighed, he probably felt that the person who died was to blame for his own fault! Even if he was just greedy for money and lust, he should not die in such a trap. Destiny is determined by God, but the path is your own.

Xu Xian didn't want to question other people's choices, but he was determined to sweep away the ghosts and monsters in Lanruo Temple. The Qinghong Sword was lying beside him, but he still needed someone's help.

The three of them drank wine and ate meat. When these three upright and forthright people met, it was like meeting a bosom friend after a thousand cups of wine. In the dark hall, the heroic spirit, chivalrous spirit and righteousness that were worthy of heaven and earth filled the whole hall.

In the deeper darkness outside the hall, countless peeping eyes were frightened by this aura, and no one dared to get close.

When the wine was full, Xu Xian smiled and asked Yan Chixia what she had done in her life.

Yan Chixia only talked about it briefly without any hint of self-respect. Only then did Ning Caichen realize that the man in front of him was a swordsman. He suddenly became interested and asked questions again and again. Yan Chixia had nothing to hide and she answered calmly.

Don’t pretend to be humble, nor be boastful or conceited.

Punish the traitors and sycophants, kill the unjust people, look around and kill people, and never leave anyone behind at ten steps.

After hearing all this, the two of them were fascinated, wishing that they were the one wielding the sword. Ning Caichen wanted to learn this way on the spot.

Yan Chixia said: "Your surname is upright, you can learn this way, but you still have a high court at home, how can you not take fame and honor to serve your mother?"

Ning Caichen immediately said seriously: "Brother Yan is right, but I was abrupt. Filial piety comes first among all good deeds. People who are unfilial cannot be said to be chivalrous." After saying this, he punished himself with a drink.

They were chatting and laughing, they had eaten all the meat, and there was still some wine left. But Xu Xian felt that there was no need for others to drink wine for these two people. Naturally, they drank as soon as the wine was ready. After hearing Yan Chixia's deeds, Xu Xian felt that it was not enough to please him.

Heart.

"I heard a poem that was written just for you." After Xu Xian finished speaking, he recited loudly: "

Zhao Keman and Hu Ying are tasseled, and Wu Gou is frosted and snowy. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star.

Kill one person in ten steps, and leave no trace for a thousand miles. When the matter is done, he brushes off his clothes and goes away, hiding his body and name.

When I was leisurely passing through the Xinling Mausoleum to drink, I took off my sword and stood in front of my knees. I was about to eat Zhuhai, and I held my wine glass to persuade the marquis to win.

After three cups of Turanuo, the Five Mountains are lighter. After the eyes are dizzy and the ears are hot, the spirit and spirit are clear.

The golden hammer was used to rescue Zhao, and Handan was shocked first. The two heroes of Qianqiu made Daliang City famous.

Even if the bones of a dead hero are fragrant, I will not be ashamed of the world's heroes. Who can write to you, the White-headed Taixuan Sutra?"

Yan Chixia recited, "Even if you die, the bones of a hero will not be ashamed of the heroes in the world." Her eyes became brighter and brighter, and she laughed and said: "I am also a practicing person, but I am only a hundred years old. I am no different from ordinary people. What do you want?

Don’t seek immortality, but seek death without regrets.”

Drink hot wine to pour the lump in your chest, hold a cold blade to soothe your heart. Although this world is dark and unclear, there is a man who walks alone with a sword.

Xu Xian let out a deep breath of alcohol and said loudly: "Please lend me your sword and take a look!"

Yan Chixia showed it generously. It was not a long ruler, but a small sword. She looked at Xu Xian, and under her thick eyebrows, she saw a pair of bright eyes with clear black and white.

Xu Xian said again: "Please lend me your sword." He looked directly into Yan Chixia's eyes like sharp swords. She was strong because she was selfless.

Looking at each other for a long time, Yan Chixia laughed loudly, "Okay, okay, today Yan will clear away the demonic atmosphere for you and restore a bright future to this place."

After saying that, he abandoned the sword pouch and threw up the small sword in his hand. With a long roar, the small sword grew into the wind and turned into a sword light and flew out. Yan Chixia jumped out of the palace, and Xu Xian also held the green sword.

Hongjian followed closely behind.

Countless cries of fear and anger came from the darkness, and wherever the sword light shone, there was immediate silence. Yan Chixia's laughter was even more dazzling than the sword light.

For many years in the temple, people have been harmed, and they have been harmed, and they have turned into ghosts and harmed people again. The evil ghost Yaksha is unknown to the world. Now he is facing a great disaster, gnashing his teeth, and swarming up.

Several human-like ghosts crawled out of the lotus pond at the foot of the stairs and rushed towards Yan Chixia. The sword light flying in the air pierced through all the ghosts, but the ghosts lay limp and looked like a puddle of smelly sludge. An electric eye with a bloody tongue

Yaksha howled and flew towards her. Yan Chixia pointed her finger in the air like a sword, and Yaksha immediately fell to the ground. He quickly walked across the corridor, but at the corner, he stretched out a giant hand and grabbed it. Seeing its momentum, it would be like holding a gold stone.

It was about to break into pieces, but when Yan Chixia was caught, she immediately shrank back as if being pricked by a needle.

Xu Xian didn't expect that there were so many monsters and ghosts here. Thinking that he actually lived in such a ghost cave, he broke out in a cold sweat. But seeing Yan Chixia's face as iron as steel, showing no fear, and being so drunk and full of pride, Xu Xian said loudly

: "Brother Yan, let me help you."

At this time, a black shadow that was both real and imaginary rushed towards Xu Xian. Xu Xian swung his sword with his backhand. The black shadow said with a ferocious smile: "Every sword wants to kill me." The voice was so shrill that he couldn't avoid it.

Xu Xian just slashed down with his sword, and the black shadow immediately turned into two ends, exclaiming: "How is it possible?" It twisted and wanted to come together, Xu Xian slashed down with his sword several times, and immediately turned into green smoke and disappeared, the resentful shadow was gone.

Curse Xu Xian turned a deaf ear. His body began to glow with a faint golden light, and the Qinghong Sword in his hand was also dyed with a layer of golden splendor.

A pair of golden eyes gradually revealed a ruthless flavor. She took two quick steps to catch up with Yan Chixia in front of her. Yan Chixia, who was under siege, felt less pressure and felt a faint warmth. The golden light on Xu Xian behind him became more and more intense.

It was so intense that the ghosts all screamed in pain, as if they were being burned.

With a cold snort, the giant hand grabbed again, this time towards Xu Xian. Yan Chixia's sword light was flying three feet away, and she couldn't reach him. Xu Xian practiced well, but his body was still that of a mortal. How could he bear it?

This catch.

Xu Xian swung his sword and struck, causing sparks to fly, but it was unable to cut through it. At this time, the giant hand had already grabbed Xu Xian, and could crush Xu Xian to pieces with just one force.

Xu Xian also knew that he was at the critical moment of life and death, so he powerfully blessed the main star to the extreme. The light emitted for a moment seemed to ignite a small sun in the courtyard. The golden light turned into golden flowing fire, and his giant hand was faster than when he grabbed Yan Chixia.

He quickly retracted his hand, and his hand was already ignited with flames.
Chapter completed!