This Liao Zhai is not right

You brought up marriage when we had a disagreement, and you don’t even know my name?

Su Su was speechless for a moment. He calmly picked up the bookcase that had been prepared in the room and put it on his back. He opened the door and replied, "My surname is Su, and my given name is Su."

Chapter 29: Lanruo Temple

Ning Caichen was from Zhejiang. He was generous and honest. He always said to people, "I have never been a fool in my life." When he went to Jinhua, he went to Beiguo and took off his clothes to live in a hermitage...

Although Guobei County is close to the provincial capital Jinhua, it is surrounded by mountains and has poor roads. It is a typical place with poor mountains and bad water.

Not far away from the city and heading east, you will reach a deep forest, with only a winding path extending forward.

The sun sets in the west, the dusk is dark, and there are few people around.

The tree demon that has been committing violence and harming people in Lanruo Temple is not new. In previous years, passers-by have died in the temple. The people of Guobei County rarely move around outside the East City unless it is necessary.

In addition, the horrific incident of more than a dozen wandering monks being tragically killed in Lanruo a few days ago made them even more afraid to come to the east.

Only those wizards and fortune-tellers in the county who have some magical powers and understand some strange stratagems have the courage to hold rituals outside the city for several days to pray for the souls of the dead.

Of course, real money rewards are also extremely important.

"Master Su, it's getting dark. We were so eager to get there that we missed the curfew in Guobei County. Now the city gates are closed. I don't know where to stay for a while."

After leaving the city, Chang'e became possessed by the spirit of drama, looking back every few steps, and she perfectly portrayed the panic of the traveling scholar who had missed his time and had nowhere to stay.

Even though he had a sword on his waist, you could tell from his expression that he was just a useless piece of paper, as if the words "I'm easy to bait, come here, female ghost, seduce me" were written on his face.

Su Su did not reply, but kept thinking and recalling the chapter about Nie Xiaoqian in Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio.

The story is roughly about Ning Caichen, a scholar from Zhejiang with a generous and magnanimous temperament and upright character. He was on his way to Jinhua, the capital of Jichuan Prefecture, to study and take the imperial examination. Unexpectedly, he missed the time and had to stay overnight in a deserted temple in the mountains. He happened to meet Yan Chixia, who came from Shaanxi dressed as a scholar. The two of them had a pleasant conversation. Seeing that the deserted temple was quite decent, he even thought of staying there for a few more days.

As a result, that night, Insomniac met Nie Xiaoqian, who came to lure him to be the blood food of the tree demon. Ning Caichen, a stubborn and upright man, remained calm in the face of beauty and had no worldly desires at all. Nie Xiaoqian took out another ingot of gold and put it on the bed, which made Ning Caichen even more angry. He threw the gold out while cursing.

Seeing that Ning Caichen was indeed a gentleman of his word, Nie Xiaoqian told him that there was a monster in Lanruo Temple who wanted to harm him, and then asked Ning Caichen to find Yan Chixia who lived next door.

As expected, the tree demon appeared at night. Yan Chixia was sleeping soundly. Before Ning Caichen could call for help, the flying sword in Yan Chixia's box shot out and almost beheaded the tree demon on the spot.

Fearing revenge from the tree demon, Yan Chixia left his sword bag to Ning Caichen for self-defense. Ning Caichen then dug up Nie Xiaoqian's body on the pretext of something, took it back home, and buried it outside his study.

After a few visits, the human and the ghost became familiar with each other. When Ning Caichen's original wife died of illness, Nie Xiaoqian married Ning Caichen and gave birth to his offspring as a ghost. After the marriage, the tree demon came for revenge, but the sword bag easily killed the tree demon and turned it into a few pools of clear water.

Later, Ning Caichen even passed the imperial examination and became a Jinshi, and his descendants also had a reputation as officials and became a prominent official family.

Humans and ghosts can both marry and produce offspring, which shows that there is no such thing as reproductive isolation in the world of Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio.

The memories in my mind gradually became clearer, and even some minor details came to my mind, which made me feel more confident.

At this time, the Autumn Examination was still half a year away, and naturally there were no other scholars heading to the provincial capital to take the exam on the road. On the winding mountain road, only the two oil lamps held by Su Su and Chang'e emitted faint light, vaguely illuminating the bumpy road under their feet.

"Mr. Su, look, there is an abandoned monastery not far ahead. We just need to clean it up a bit and then we can rest and go to bed. It's a blessing that we don't have to travel day and night." Chang'e said with joy, as if she had no idea that what was in front of her was a demon cave with evil spirits harming people.

Thinking that Chang'e was indeed a drama queen, Su Fu also echoed, "It would be great if we had a place to stay temporarily, but I'm afraid it's not safe to stay in a temple in a deserted mountain."

"You don't talk about ghost stories. You and I are traveling together, so what is there to be afraid of?" Patting the sword at her waist, Chang'e walked into the temple ahead.

Su Su looked around for a while. The pagoda in the temple was majestic and magnificent. There were monks' quarters on the east and west sides, with their doors ajar. Inside were rotten beds and cabinets hidden among weeds taller than people. There was a small house on the south side that was locked with a door lock that looked brand new. There was a large bamboo forest in the corner of the main hall, and there was a lotus pond under the steps ahead, with tender leaves in groups of three or two floating on the water.

The environment is quiet and peaceful. If there were no evil spirits, it would be a good place to live in seclusion.

Retracting his gaze, Su Su asked in a low voice, "Didn't they say that all the magicians and witches in the county would come to hold a ceremony to pray for the soul of the murdered wandering monk? Why is there no one here?"

"This monastery is filled with evil spirits, how dare they come here? The water and land ceremony to liberate the soul of the wandering monk who died suddenly is held on the river bank four miles away." Chang'e replied.

As the two of them walked into the temple, there was a chilly breeze stirring in the darkness, and a faint stale odor wafted into their nostrils.

Su Su and Chang'e looked at each other and both knew that it was the ghost in Lanruo Temple hiding in the dark and spying on them.

Pretending to be ignorant of the situation, he used the long sword worn at Chang'e's waist to cut some weeds and spread them on the floor of the monastery to serve as a mattress. He set up a wooden board that had not yet rotted as a table, and took out scriptures and contemporary articles from the book box like an ordinary scholar and read a few lines by the faint candlelight.

The night deepened and in the blink of an eye it was already past 3 p.m.

In a trance, Su Su heard faint voices coming from the back of the monastery.

"Why hasn't Xiaoqian come yet?"

"Almost there."

Following the sound, through the leaky window sill of the monk's house, one could see a woman in her forties whispering with an old, hunchbacked woman in a dark red robe.

The woman said, "The two scholars who broke into the temple have extraordinary looks, and their bodies are full of blood and energy. They cannot stand the common women. Xiaoqian must take action."

"Let that girl take action again tonight."

The hunchbacked old woman licked her lips, looking a little anxious: "Tomorrow is the night of the full moon. I only need to absorb the blood and brain marrow of nine more people, preferably those with good fortune and good luck, to achieve the Yin Spirit. I can also hand over a letter of surrender to the Lord of Black Mountain."

"Lord Black Mountain is entrenched in the underworld. He has a hundred thousand ghost soldiers and hundreds of ghost generals under his command. He only needs to wait for a war to break out in Jichuan and leave corpses everywhere. Then he can severely damage the City God of Jichuan Prefecture. Then he can lead his troops to attack the world of the living from the underworld and enjoy endless blood and food in all the prefectures, counties and cities. Isn't this far better than Pu Du Ci Hang who broke into the palace and wanted to borrow the emperor's dragon energy to change his fate?" the woman said with a smile.

The hunchbacked old woman had a gloomy expression on her face: "Be careful with your words. Don't talk about others behind their backs."

Before she finished her words, a pretty woman in white, who looked to be in her twenties, came quietly. She looked listless, leaned sideways to the hunchbacked old woman and bowed, "Grandma."

"Those two scholars are not easy to deal with. These are the bones of a Rakshasa ghost, which can tempt people's greed. If temptation fails, I will give them the bones as a gift. If I can't suck their blood, it would be nice to eat their hearts and livers."

The hunchbacked old woman handed a palm-sized gold ingot shaped like a skull to the woman in white. Seeing her reluctance, she pressed her, "Your body is in my hands. If you want to be reincarnated, you must do as I say."

Chapter 30 This one is even more heavyweight

After saying this, the woman in white turned pale.

He nodded silently, hid the Rakshasa ghost bone in his hand into his clothes, and floated to the monk's house where Chang'e was in Su Suhe with a sad face.

A chilly wind blew past, and the half-closed door immediately opened. In the dim candlelight inside the monastery, the woman in white frowned slightly, and her pretty face full of sorrow and resentment was revealed. Her warm and tearful phoenix eyes looked at the two handsome young scholars in the monastery.

He forced a smile and said, "I can't sleep on this moonlit night, I wish I could have a good time."

This statement is undoubtedly of great significance.

To be frank, I can't sleep at night and I want to share the joy of bed with you.

If the other party had a sense of shame, and considering that she was in a temple in a desolate mountain, it would not be difficult to guess that she was an evil ghost causing trouble.

With the intelligence of the two young scholars in the monastery, they could probably easily understand what she wanted to express.

Just as the woman in white was thinking this, she saw a young scholar in a dark robe and a sword at his waist suddenly stand up and said with an anxious smile: "Thanks to Master Su's great fortune, I didn't expect that a beautiful woman would come to this temple in the deserted mountains to meet her. Come in!"

The face of the woman in white changed suddenly.

I thought that these two handsome young scholars in the monastery, even if they were not rigid and polite, would at least be able to understand the hidden meaning in her words. I never thought that I met a sex-hungry ghost.

She didn't know how to continue the conversation for a moment. In a daze, a young scholar in a dark robe suddenly came forward and impatiently pulled her into the monastery.

Then he looked at another young scholar with sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, red lips and white teeth, and a bookish air, and said, "There are still two of us in the monk's house. I wonder how to divide it up?"

This one is more heavyweight.

As soon as they pulled the person into the monastery, they started discussing who should go first and who should go later.

Chang'e, how can you say such words with that cold and indifferent face?

It's a bit too dramatic.

The woman in white was stunned at once, and her pretty face, which had previously been filled with tears and resentment, turned red.

The woman outside the house and the hunchbacked old woman saw the whole situation. Seeing the black-clothed scholar's impatience, they felt as uncomfortable as if they had eaten a fly.

If I had known that you were so easily deceived, why would I have sent Nie Xiaoqian to seduce you? It's really not worth it.

"Sir..."

Nie Xiaoqian's pretty face flushed, and she swayed on the mattress covered with straw. She took off her shirt, smiled charmingly, bit her lips and said, "The night is long, why rush? If you want me to serve you, come and do it."

Seeing Nie Xiaoqian's eyes hinting at seduction, the atmosphere in the monastery suddenly became charming.

Two young scholars full of vigor and vitality, plus a pretty female ghost, accompanied by a charming atmosphere, are like dry wood meeting raging fire, and it is easy to turn the situation into the speed of Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio, and then they sleep together.

It’s a pity that there are no young scholars full of vigor and vitality in the monastery, and they are all actors with good acting skills who have changed their hairpins and hats.

"Then I'm really here."

Su Su put down the book in his hand, blew out the candle on the table, and reached out to grab Nie Xiaoqian's half-undressed silk shirt.

Just as Nie Xiaoqian was feeling angry and thought that she didn't even need to use the Rakshasa ghost bones that could arouse people's greed, and that the sharp spikes alone could drain the blood out of the two lustful young scholars to death, she suddenly realized that the scholar in the dark blue Confucian scarf and robe had passed by her and untied most of his belt.

Go straight up, hold your hands, and cover your mouth and nose tightly.

The spike was hidden in her sleeve, and now that her hands were restrained, Nie Xiaoqian subconsciously wanted to resist.

Unexpectedly, the scholar in the dark blue scholar's cap and robe took out a coarse hemp rope and tied her hands in two or three strokes.

Not really.

You look so gentle and bookish, but it turns out you are actually a scoundrel with dirty thoughts in your heart.

This way, she no longer had to pretend to be a weak woman. She let the cold wind blow through her body and tried to break free from the coarse hemp rope that bound her hands.

"I'm sparing your life because you have done so little wrong. Please don't be ungrateful."

There was the sound of a sword being drawn from its sheath in the darkness. Nie Xiaoqian knew that it was the young scholar in a dark robe who was speaking, and her thoughts were in a mess.

After a long while, he whispered, "Are you two monks here to eliminate evil spirits?"

"You don't need to know so much. Just tell me where the tree demon's body is."

It was still the voice of the young scholar in a dark robe.

Hearing this, Nie Xiaoqian's face lit up with joy: "My last name was Nie, my maiden name was Xiaoqian, I died before I was eighteen, and was buried outside the temple. My body fell into the hands of the tree demon and was controlled by it. I lured passers-by to feed on its blood, which was not my intention. If you two want to find the real body of the tree demon, just walk fifty steps north from the monk's house and you will see a dense forest. The poplar with crows building nests is the real body of the tree demon, and my body is also under the tree."

"Right now, the tree demon and the Rakshasa ghost general from Yintu Black Mountain Lord are spying outside the house. You two must not rashly reveal your whereabouts. You must cooperate with me to continue this play."

Without Su Fu and Chang'e's interrogation, Nie Xiaoqian revealed all the secrets of the tree demon.

Then she began to twist and struggle actively, whispering sweet words, which made the monastery rustle constantly, as if they were doing something very intense.

It just goes like this: life is like a play and it all depends on your acting skills.

The woman outside the house and the hunchbacked old woman hurried forward, ready to enjoy the blood meal.

"Xiao Qian has a beautiful appearance, picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and a face full of spring water. If I were a man, I would be bewitched by her, let alone these two young scholars." The hunchbacked old woman laughed sinisterly outside the house.

Seeing that there was gradually no movement in the monk's house, the hunchbacked old woman and the woman concluded that Nie Xiaoqian had succeeded, and immediately leaned forward and were about to push open the half-closed door.

"Demon, die quickly!"

The door of the room did not open, but a delicate cry was heard. The sword on Chang'e's waist was like a white rainbow piercing the sun. It stabbed out from the monk's house, piercing through the window frame. The sword blade swept away the silver moonlight and chopped down on the heads of the hunchbacked old woman and the woman standing outside the house.

"It's a flying sword. The scholar in the room is a fake cultivator."

The woman screamed strangely. After being stabbed by the sword, lightning flashed in her eyes. A bloody tongue several feet long hung down to her belly. She had sharp fangs and claws, and looked like a yaksha, extremely terrifying.

"Master Su, why don't you take action?" Chang'e stretched out her hand and the long sword that had just flown out of the monk's house like a white rainbow piercing the sun returned to her hand.

Hearing the sound, Su Fu's figure that had escaped underground instantly emerged. In Su Bai's hand, he held a long ruler, which was half black and half white, and exuded a solemn and majestic aura.

'Soul-beating ruler: rewards good and punishes evil, black can hurt people's Yin spirits and destroy their Yin virtues, white can warm the soul and bestow blessings.'

This is the magic spell that Su Su obtained after he replaced the City God of Guobei County. It can not only be used to beat people, but is also very effective against monsters and ghosts.

The black ruler smashed down and penetrated the Yaksha body that the woman had transformed into. The divine power surged, and in an instant, the woman's Yin spirit was crushed to pieces.

Chapter 31 Black Mountain Lord

One hit.

The hunchbacked old woman was also stabbed in the waist by the long sword thrown by Chang'e, which brought out a large amount of smelly black smoke. Wherever it passed, weeds withered and maggots grew on the beams. It was truly vicious.

Su Fu and Chang'e joined forces to attack again, and the silver-white sword and black ruler came crashing down.

The tree demon grandma waved her hands, and vines rose up under her feet. She narrowly blocked the attacking sword and black ruler. She looked uneasy and horrified.

"How cruel! The Rakshasa ghost generals under Lord Black Mountain were shattered after just one encounter. Even I was seriously injured."

Thinking that she was no match for the two monks who were pretending to be scholars, the tree demon made a move to escape.

But Su Fu and Chang'e would never allow the tiger to be released back into the mountains.

He pinched the seal in his hand, and the long sword with a white rainbow piercing the sun flew out again. In the blink of an eye, it crossed a distance of fifty steps and pierced into the towering poplar trees where crows built their nests in the north of the temple.

"Ahhh... Nie Xiaoqian, you slut, actually revealed my true identity to others."

The hunchbacked old woman froze for a moment, and she screamed in agony. Her body seemed to be pierced by a sword, and a large amount of smelly black smoke gushed out from her waist, chest and back.

"When death is imminent, one still talks a lot."