Rumble

The thunder rolled, and the clouds shook out the raindrops as big as beans, causing the sound of water to sound inside and outside the mountain temple.

Heavy rain poured down.

Although Zhou Zheng was full of complaints, he still endured it and did not vomit it out. He used the magical turtle breath technique to cover up all his breath. He looked like a weak scholar who limped into the tilted gate of Lanruo Temple with his bookcase on his back.

His expression was a little hesitant and a little suspicious.

It seemed as if the murmurs of the troublemakers in the town were still surrounding their ears, saying, "That temple is not for people to live in."

So, Zhou Zheng's expression became a little cowardly. He stood in the door of the temple gate and did not dare to move forward. He looked up and found that the door had collapsed half of it. The rain and moisture came over, which made Zhou Zheng feel a little uncomfortable.

He raised his hand and pulled his clothes, sighed softly, and ran to the main hall along the corridor on one side.

The hall is also a ruined scene.

The Buddha statue seemed to have his head cut off by a sharp weapon, and the yellow cloth hanging on the wall was also broken, and spider web bags could be seen everywhere.

There should be people who stay here occasionally. There is a simple bed made of blue bricks and wooden boards in the left corner, and hay is also laid on it, which solves my need.

Zhou Zheng closed the wooden door, put down the bookcase, bowed to the broken Buddha statue in a decent manner, and said:

"Buddha bless me, Buddha bless me, I am just a scholar, so don't let me touch any dirty things."

After a while, Zhou Zheng flipped through the bookcase, took out the fire note, lit the candlestick next to the Buddha statue, and found two or three pieces of wood left by unknown people in the corner, and created a bonfire.

It was raining outside the door for a while, and it was not a spacious main hall with raindrops ticking.

Zhou Zheng took advantage of the time of baking hands and saw three small characters in the corner of the bookcase.

Ning Caichen.

I'm going, is it really Ning Caichen's story?

Laojun, what do you mean?

He threw himself to Lanruo Temple and sent himself a task to collect the tears of the female ghost...

But I have just practiced the Pure Yang Wuji magic skill, but now I cannot break my body. My yang energy is different from that of ordinary people and can have a good attraction to female ghosts.

Laojun's trial is bound to be impossible to be that simple.

It should have a deep meaning.

The tears of the female ghost are on the surface to make the female ghost cry, but the female ghost is a spirit body. Even if it can have a real touch, how can there be substantial tears?

Ah, it's not right.

When Zhou Zheng read the textbook compiled by the Star Lord of the Pleiades, he also saw an introduction to Yinxian.

If a ghost cultivator has a certain level of practice, he can also shaped his Yin body, but this Yin body emits yin energy up and down... It is similar to the situation of those female ghosts in the backyard.

Zhou Zheng thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out, but the rain outside the door gradually stopped.

He leaned over to the door and looked outside.

The front yard is quiet under the night sky, and the crescent moon is like a hook, illuminating the puddles below.

Zhou Zheng carefully radiated his spiritual consciousness, stared at the "yin cultivators" in the backyard, and carefully investigated the situation around the temple.

Demonic energy, very strong demonic energy.

It should be a great demon who has been practicing Taoism for thousands of years.

However, the Yin Cultivators who stayed in the backyard of the temple were at most at the first and second levels of Shenying Realm.

Zhou Zheng didn't look at their specific appearance. If he guessed correctly, there should be a pretty one, and he was called Nie Xiaoqian.

Not far from the temple is a mass grave, and there is also a dilapidated village in the distance. Because the forests are gloomy, the mountain roads are rugged, and there are many tigers, leopards, jackals and wolves in the mountains, so there are no villages in the mountains.

Lanruo Temple is on the edge of the mountain, not far from the town with many business trips and the official road that the town relies on.

Just after the heavy rain, the caravans hiding from the rain on the roadside slowly entered the town, and the inns and restaurants ushered in another wave of business.

Zhou Zheng showed hesitation and said deliberately:

"How about going to the town, it's more stable to spend some money on this kind of thing."

"The Self-cultivation of a Taoist Actor".

He did not close the door, but turned his head and walked towards the bookcase. The spiritual consciousness spread everywhere immediately found that several yin energy in the backyard moved at the same time.

I'm anxious!

They were anxious!

Zhou Zheng laughed in his heart and had already formulated a plan to quickly trick ** into repairing tears.

A white shadow passed by outside the window, and you could see your slim figure.

Zhou Zheng, who was about to bend down and pull up the bookcase, immediately raised his head, like a frightened rabbit, staring at the window beside him.

“Geeh.”

A woman's laughter suddenly came from outside the window behind, and then she heard a whisper:

"You said, how long we have to stay here, it's not bad to live here."

"What's wrong? The mountains and rivers here are good, and there's no money. Even if we meet some vicious people, we can still pretend to be ghosts and scare them."

"But our sisters are just daughters' homes all the time, and Xiaoqian sister is also at the age of marriage. If we continue to be lonely and helpless with us, alas..."

"Shh, let's go and see who is staying in the front hall first."

In the hall, Zhou Zheng laughed in his heart when he heard this.

These Yin Cultivators actually used such a "loud conspiracy" routine.

If you meet a scholar who can't control himself, you might really believe it.

Zhou Zheng naturally carried the bookcase and turned around and walked towards the gate, but heard the sound of light footsteps outside the gate, a white ribbon fluttered in the wind, and under the moonlight, there was a cool artistic conception.

Outside the door, a beautiful figure hid next to the door frame and looked at Zhou Zheng quietly.

She looks only seventeen or eighteen years old, with a goose face, a delicate eyebrows, a pair of bright peach eyes, and a pair of folded white gauze skirts.

The pink lips and small ears are so cute. The thin willow waist looks soft. Although the body is not petite, it is a bit weak and cute.

She looked at Zhou Zheng with her little hands, her eyes seemed to have thousands of words.

Zhou Zheng frowned, bowed to the 'little girl', and said apologetically: "Sorry, I don't know that this is your master's house, I'll go to the town to spend a stay."

The woman at the door originally wanted to say something, but she said: "Master, Master..."

Father-in-law?

Why is this Yin Xiu still cursing people?

Although this is not what Brother looks like, Brother’s male dignity is still very strong, okay?

"Young Master!"

She finally called out and hid towards the other side of the door frame, as thin as a mosquito: "Or, young master, you live here."

Zhou Zheng smiled and shook his head, and said to the woman: "There is a difference between men and women. Since I know that this is your residence, it is so inconvenient for me to be here, so I'd better go to the town."

"But……"

call

A gust of demonic wind suddenly blew in the yard, and the doors and windows began to pound.

The voices came from the backyard:

"Why is it getting cloudy again this day?"

"I'm afraid it's going to rain again soon!"

Zhou Zheng laughed silently and thought to himself that the ability of these guys to keep people is really simple.

When he looked forward again, he saw that the female ghost was gone and couldn't help but ask a question mark in his heart.

What's going on?

The demonic wind continued outside. Zhou Zheng looked embarrassed when he saw this, but he still put down the bookcase and said aloud:

"Today, I am trapped in the wind and rain, so I stayed here. Please forgive me. I will never leave the front hall and leave immediately after dawn.

"There are great things, so please don't ask a few girls to come to the front hall, otherwise, otherwise you will really be unable to explain it."

Tsk, it's enough pedantic.

At that moment, Zhou Zheng sat down with the bookcase in his arms, closed his eyes and planned to fall asleep, but he couldn't sleep left and right. He took out a book with rain on the edge and read it carefully in his hand.

"Nine Chapters of Arithmetic"?

Why? Originally, this scholar failed to pass the exam for fame and fortune, so he was going to find a big businessman to be a concierge?

This is a good career choice.

Zhou Zheng's spiritual sense carefully investigated the book box and found an account book. The account book was wet with water and the ink stained into a piece.

Then, a little enlightenment emerged in Zhou Zheng's heart.
To be continued...