"And you. People with big beards have already avoided you, and you still want to find it. Why are you bothering?"

"Why don't you put down the sword and touch the other party with your love. You know, the universe is infinite, and love is eternal. This is the world of love, not the world of fighting and killing."

"Love is the most powerful weapon." After Ning Caichen said this, he was almost scared to pee.

After Ning Caichen finished speaking, Xia Houchuan took a hard look at Yan Chixia, then drew his knife away, snorted coldly, turned around and was about to leave.

Ning Caichen saw that the knife facing his face was put down, and immediately took two steps from Xia Houchuan's direction.

Xia Houchuan turned his head abruptly to look at Ning Caichen.

Ning Caichen raised both hands, palms facing Xia Houchuan and said, "Hey, that, I'm not following you."

Xia Houchuan turned his head and left.

As soon as he took a step, he heard a tearing sound.

Xia Houchuan turned around and found that it was Nie Caichen who had stepped on the hem of his robe. As soon as he left, a piece of cloth was pulled off.

Ning Caichen picked up the piece of cloth in embarrassment, and said to Xia Houchuan, "I'm sorry."

"Well, your clothes are missing. It seems a little flimsy."

Xia Houchuan patted his hand aside and said angrily, "Fuck you."

Then Xia Houchuan said bad luck, and walked forward on his own.

Ning Caichen didn't dare to go the same way with him, turned back, and saw Yan Chixia pointing the sword at the tip of his nose before she drew back her sword.

Yan Chixia had a big bearded face, so thick that she couldn't see her nose, she said, "Hey, why are you running around?"

Ning Caichen said, "I... I'm here to stay."

Yan Chixia said coldly: "It's not convenient." She turned her head and prepared to leave.

Ning Caichen was a little curious, followed up and asked, "Why is it inconvenient?"

Yan Chixia glanced at him, and said with a flat expression on her face, "Do you have the guts? Have you ever seen a ghost? Have you ever killed a demon?"

Ning Caichen shook his head.

Yan Chixia said, "Then look over there."

Ning Caichen turned his head away, and within a second of turning away, Yan Chixia suddenly approached Ning Caichen and yelled.

"what!"

Ning Caichen jumped up in fright, as if his hair had been shocked.

"Ghost!"

Ning Caichen was so frightened that he hurriedly hid behind Yan Chixia.

"Are you scared now?" Yan Chixia looked like an uncle next door looking at a child.

"If I tell you everything that happened here, I'm afraid you will be scared to death!" Yan Chixia said.

After finishing speaking, Yan Chixia took her sword, got up and left.

Ning Caichen was afraid, so he quickly followed, saying, "That, that, that, that."

Yan Chixia suddenly turned her head around, just a nose away from Ning Caichen.

"Then that, then what? Why don't you go? I advise you, get out early."

Ning Caichen and Yan Chixia were almost face to face, and Ning Caichen asked a little timidly, "You guys, do you all like being so close when you talk?"

Ning Caichen backed away while talking.

Yan Chixia didn't leave even an inch, and forced Ning Caichen back.

He said, "I have bad breath, and I've got you out of breath so you don't have to listen to that nonsense. Get out of here."

After finishing speaking, Yan Chixia drew the long sword in her hand to Ning Caichen's face and said, "Leave Lanruo Temple immediately."

"Otherwise your love will not save you."

After finishing speaking, in the dark night, Yan Chixia turned over and disappeared with a vertical leap.

In the courtyard of the old monk's house where he was now, there was a sudden silence.

Ning Caichen patted himself on the chest and said, "I have run away for thousands of years, but I didn't expect to meet the two of them in the end."

"Fortunately, I don't have any money, otherwise I might lose my life if I meet these two people. I don't know how Brother Qin is doing now, but he is so powerful, there shouldn't be any problems."

"It's better to tidy up the room and rest first."

After finishing speaking, he went up to the second floor along the dilapidated monk's house, and opened a spacious and dreary room.

"Cough, cough, cough." He waved his hand in front of his face, wiping away the dust in front of him.

What Ning Caichen didn't know was that at this moment, a beautiful, deep and moving face flashed by a hidden window in this room on the second floor.

She looked at Ning Caichen quietly for a moment, and then the window closed automatically.

At this time, when the time came, Ning Caichen tidied up the bed, cleaned the room a little, and then lay down to sleep.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a strange sound on the roof.

"Giggle...cluck..."

But he was so worried that he didn't dare to look at it specially, he just covered the cup over his head.Only in this way can he gain some sense of security.

What he didn't know was that Qin Song lived in a remodeled large wing room in the yard separated from him by a wall.

Qin Song was sitting cross-legged at the moment, paying attention to the movement in Ning Caichen's room.

Qin Song patted his head and said to himself.

"Too bad, I kind of forgot when Nie Xiaoqian came to find Ning Caichen."

"Is it the first night or the second night?"

Qin Song fell into deep thought.

At this moment, a violent ghost aura appeared around the room.The demon hunting compass carried by Qin Song's chest vibrated.

"Huh? Is there a monster here? I don't know if it's Nie Xiaoqian or grandma." Qin Song opened his eyes as he was talking.

"Shula!" A gust of wind blew open the door of Qin Song's wing.

A strong ghostly aura came directly towards Qin Song's face.

There was no wind in Qin Song's robe, and the three evil spirit talismans flew out from Qin Song's waist, and then spontaneously ignited in front of him, protecting the three yang fires on his body.

Qin Song frowned and said, "Where is the evildoer! Hurry up!"

However, Qin Song did not see any monster body appearing.

It seems that the ghostly wind just now was blown by some ghost hiding in the dark.

"This room has been checked, and there are no ghosts or monsters."

"It seems that there is something acting as a demon outside."

Qin Song turned his head and looked at the statues of Bodhisattvas in his room.

Among them, the statues of Nanhai Guanyin and Samantabhadra Manjusri are more or less damaged and covered with dust.

Qin Song walked over, patted the dust off the statues with his sleeves, and then wiped them clean with his sleeves.

"Blessed by several Bodhisattvas, this room is one of the few that ghosts dare not approach."

"However, demons and ghosts are rampant. When they see strangers coming to live there, they want to harm them no matter what. Now it's my turn to protect you."

Qin Song clasped his hands together, and bowed slightly to the bodhisattvas, after expressing enough respect for himself.

Turned around, and strode out the door.

As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he saw a few ghosts wrapped in black mist wriggling.

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