But there is also an advantage, that is, you don’t have to be punished by Huanmei. Old man Lang smiled and was about to run out, when Qinghuan asked, “Where are you going?”

"Uh, this... Huanmei, look at someone from outside. As the master of Yiguan, you have to go out and see if you say it. Do you think so? Just let Shouli face the wall for the master!" After saying that, Qinghuan wanted to leave, but smiled and narrowed his beautiful eyes. "Master, if you have the ability, just move and show me."

Old man Lang immediately stood up and dared not move anymore. He pouted, like a child, and kept mumbling that Huanmei was not a good boy, Huanmei was not a good disciple, Huanmei was bullied by him, the widowed old man, definitely did not want to serve him and take care of him, he did not want to recognize him as his master... endlessly.

Qinghuan had been unable to bear it anymore.

The eldest brother outside had already comforted the noisy people. As soon as Qing Huan went over, he saw the medicine bowl on the stone table, and his face sank: "Senior Brother."

The eldest brother's smile, which was blowing through the spring breeze, immediately froze. He quickly looked at Qinghuan, and then he remembered that he had not taken the medicine to regulate his body. He quickly showed a flattering smile to Qinghuan, picked up the medicine bowl and gulp. Qinghuan glanced at him, and did not ask her to worry. "Dear villagers, what happened? Why did you come up the mountain?"

"Miss Qinghuan! Miss Qinghuan, you have to save us!"

"Mr. Chen, don't be excited, sit down and talk slowly."

Mr. Chen is quite familiar with the five masters and apprentices of the Taoist temple. He came to incense when the temple was not built before. Later, when the temple came, a monk came, and he never saw him any more. But Qinghuan still remembered him. Although this old man was a little superstitious, he was kind-hearted. Even if he didn't come to add incense and oil, he often asked people who came to the mountain to bring some rice and white flour.

As the saying goes, you can eat the mountain by relying on the mountain. There are countless delicious delicacies in the mountain, but there are no rice, white flour and salt and soy sauce at the foot of the mountain. So Mr. Chen is very familiar with their master and apprentice.

Mr. Chen sat on the stone bench beside the stone table under the big tree and sighed: "If this wasn't the seriousness of the matter, we wouldn't want to come to you. The key is... The key is that all the monks in this temple were also suffering!"

"What the hell is it? Can you tell me in detail?" Qing Huan asked softly.

Her voice was sweet and soft, as if it could calm people's emotions in an instant. Mr. Chen, who was full of panic, finally calmed down slowly. After the senior brother finished drinking the medicine, he poured a cup of tea for Mr. Chen and put it in front of him. Mr. Chen held up the teacup with both hands: "This matter has to start a month ago..."

A month ago, somehow, a strange incident suddenly happened in the town. First, someone heard a woman crying in the middle of the night, and then the white shadow outside the window. Then the gatekeeper of the Yizhuang who was guarding the body suddenly died. His eyes were wide open before his death. Then several families, whose sons, who were in their prime, disappeared! They went to report to the officials, and the government sent troops out to find them, so the county magistrate simply let go and let them solve the problem by themselves. Everyone couldn't find it. As a result, after a few days, the missing son's body appeared in the Yizhuang! The townsmen discussed and thought it might be a haunted, so they gathered money to invite the monks from the temple to do the trick.

Who knew that those monks went to the charity village in a mighty manner. That night, the townsmen were timid and did not dare to follow him. As a result, a little monk lived the next day. He was scared crazy and knew what he called him not to come, and he couldn't listen to any other words, no matter who spoke to him.

Later, even the villages near the town were in trouble, and the missing were all young men in their 17 or 18 years old! Who is this young man who is not a piece of meat? Who is willing to let him go? Some are the only ones in the family! There is really nothing I can do about this, so Mr. Chen remembered that there was a Taoist temple on the mountain.

He took out a small cloth bag from his arms and spread it out. It was covered with broken silver and copper plates, and said in shame: "I raised money for the monk before. This is all I can get in the village..."

A trace of unbearableness flashed in the eyes of the senior brother. Just as he was about to refuse, Qinghuan put the small cloth bag away and put it in his arms. He smiled and said, "Uncle Chen, don't worry, I will let Master and Brother down the mountain tomorrow."

Mr. Chen and others left with great gratitude. After they left, the senior brother asked, "My sister, why do you want to collect their money? They have lived a hard life..."

"We are not going to have a hard life?" Qinghuan glanced at him, "If it weren't for me, you would still live in a pig's nest." When she was a child, she could not speak or walk, but she could not stand it when she was a little older. These men were really too sloppy.

They just made up for it, just eat and drink, regardless of the taste. I still remember that when Qinghuan was young, he almost vomited when he tasted the rice made by his master and his senior brothers. It was all wild game, and they could make it look like shit and it didn't taste much better.

The eldest brother blushed and was ashamed.

"It's better for us to collect money and do things than not." Qinghuan said. "Didn't you see Mr. Chen feel relieved? Our incense is not strong or effective. He recommends us and takes risks. If he doesn't charge money, they might not believe us. After catching the ghost, I will make you new clothes. Look, it's been wearing it for ten years." He sewed and repaired everywhere, and made a handsome man like a god-like elder, just like the elder of the Beggar Gang. They are Taoist priests, not beggars, and no one is more capable of having more patches on them.

Looking at the beautiful girl in front of her with a coquettish look, the eldest brother's eyes became even gentler.

An hour later, Old Man Lang, who was approved to be able to face the wall, and the third senior brother breathed a sigh of relief. He fell back and lay in the hall. Qinghuan was speechless when he saw them like this, and he didn't say anything he had thought of to teach them a lesson - they were all children who had not grown up, and what were they doing?

When Old Man Lang heard that he was going down the mountain to catch ghosts, he was very excited. He had been in this mountain for more than ten years, without any exciting things. He felt that living was meaningless. Now, if you have something to do, you can still make money!

The next day, Old Man Lang, Qinghuan and the second senior brother went down the mountain together. Not coming back at noon, Qinghuan made cold noodles and made a few dishes of side dishes. He told the eldest senior brother not to forget to remind the third senior brother when it was time for dinner, and then went down the mountain.

Of course, the town is much more lively than on the mountain. Although it is haunted, people still live their own way during the day. Qinghuan wanders around the streets, and Old Man Lang and his second senior brother went to find out the news to check the terrain. She pulled some cloth and thought about making new clothes for everyone, and bought some seasonings and snacks. As for rice, white flour and so on... they shouldn't be in the mountain for a long time.

If she felt right, there would be a disaster in the world.

Even without Mo Ze, Qinghuan is very sensitive to time and space. She can feel everything in the world, but how can she not feel the dangers facing this world? For the sake of this, she is indeed going down the mountain quickly and trying to find a way to adjust her senior brothers' bodies. As for the others, let's talk about it later.

After buying the goods, she stored them in an inn. It seemed that she couldn't go back tonight. I wonder if the third senior brother could have a good meal.

"My sister, why don't your second senior brother take you home, don't follow me?" Old man Lang asked with a smile on his hands, rubbed his saliva.

Qinghuan glanced at him: "Master, are I worse than the three senior brothers? Don't you always say that I am your most talented apprentice?"

"Talent cannot be used as food, you have no experience." Old man Lang murmured, not daring to say anything in front of the head of the family, but still reminded, "If you are afraid, hide behind your second senior brother. He is so thick-skinned that he is not afraid of beating."

The second senior brother glared: "What are you talking about, stinky old man? Can't I protect Huanmei?"

"Hmph." Old man Lang saw the opportunity and hit the second senior brother's butt. "Master, why are you talking?"

The second senior brother felt wronged and asked Qing Huan to comment: "Sister Huan, look at this stinky old man!"

"Shh--" Qinghuan quickly gave him a food instruction to silence. She knew that it was deeper and heavier in the middle of the night, and everything was silent. They were in a place like a dead man in Yizhuang. The master quarreled with his senior brother just because she was nervous and afraid.

The three of them stood in the yard of Yizhuang, and the dim lanterns kept swaying... swaying... The whole charity village was extremely quiet. After the gatekeeper guarding the charity village died, no one dared to come here again.

"Master, look, it's so strange. Before we came in just now, there were moons and stars in the sky, but now there is nothing." Qinghuan pointed to the sky.

Old Man Lang looked as he said, indeed, the night sky was as dark as ink, and could not see any light. Now, except for those few lanterns, he could no longer see anything clearly.

It's a bit like the Huangquan Road, Qinghuan thought. There was a section of road before reaching Naihe Bridge, and that section of road was called Huangquan Road. Huangquan Road was pitch black, and you couldn't see the surroundings with your eyes open, you couldn't see your five fingers with your hands, and the soil on the ground could not see the color clearly. Everything was nothing.

Of course, this charity village is incomparable to Huangquan Road. Huangquan Road is the road to the soul, and this charity village is full of fishy smell.

"Master, this is a ghost hitting the wall." The second senior brother said calmly. The lantern has been hanging there since the beginning. No matter what, no matter how big the charity village is, they should have walked from the door to the lobby. Now they have walked almost half a stick of incense, but the distance from the lantern has not changed. What is it if it is a ghost hitting the wall?

"My sister, although you and Master have been with you for so many years, you have never seen your master's power!" But Old Man Lang really doesn't take it seriously. Such a small character does not require him to take action. Even the guard Taoist with disabled legs can be easily cleaned up. "Today, Master will show you the majesty!"

Old Man Lang, who especially wants to show off in front of his little disciple, is about to start making trouble.
Chapter completed!