All the ancestors in the capital begged me to be a substitute

Chapter 128

Chun Jun smiled and said nothing, "The girl will know later."

He took Shen Lingxi to the west end of the village, in front of a dilapidated small temple.

The courtyard door of the small temple was already broken, half leaning against the door frame, Shen Lingxi stared at it, and saw that the courtyard was overgrown with weeds, only the main hall with three rooms was still intact.

This is probably the most complete house in the whole village.

There was a faint light of fire coming out from the mottled windows of the main hall.

Chunjun: "Girl, go in. Your Highness has been waiting inside for a long time. I will go to the entrance of the village to guard Master Su Jiu. Count the time, and he will be here soon."

Shen Lingxi raised her eyebrows, feeling even more surprised in her heart.

Since the time of Su Jiu's arrival can be accurately calculated, why not tie him up directly?

She really didn't understand.

Chunjun left in a hurry, and the ancestor seemed anxious to see Su Jiu, greeted Shen Lingxi, and followed directly.

Shen Lingxi went directly to the main hall.

This is a mountain god temple. On the incense table in the north, there is a tall mountain god statue.

The statue of the mountain god has been in disrepair for a long time, and it is so mottled that it is impossible to see its appearance clearly, and it is impossible to guess which mountain god it is.

The hall should have been tidied up a little bit, and it is not as messy as it looks from the outside.

Chu Yan was wearing a black Taoist robe with a plain white wide collar and a white jade hairpin on his head. He was sitting on a stone pier in the east corner of the hall, resting his eyes with his hands resting on his chest.

At his feet, a wind lantern was burning, and the flickering and flickering lights of the candles cast shadows on him.

In the ruined temple in this desolate mountain village in late autumn, he seemed a little more lonely.

Hearing her footsteps, Chu Yan opened his eyes, starry like ink with a little sleepiness.

He raised his cold and slender fingers, beckoned to her, and said lazily, "Come and sit."

Only then did Shen Lingxi see that there was a clean stone pier beside him, which was specially prepared for her.

She thanked him, walked over, and sat down beside him.

In order to avoid embarrassment, Shen Lingxi originally planned to find an excuse to chat with him.

But when she suddenly raised her eyes——
Then he saw a dozen pairs of eyes in the shadow in the opposite corner, staring at her faintly.

They were a group of dead souls covered in charred flesh, which should be caused by the burning of the corpses after death.

Although the body is destroyed, the resentment is still there, and the soul wanders in the world.

Just now on the road, when Chunjun said that the village was "haunted", Shen Lingxi looked around and saw a few sporadic ghosts.

Presumably these are the villagers who were besieged by Zhao Dong's order, died of illness in this village, and had their bodies burned.

Shen Lingxi has always had nothing to do with such dead souls.

They died innocently in the epidemic, which was a natural disaster or a man-made disaster. They died in pain and helplessness, and after death they had deep resentment.

However, Zhao Cheng, the chief culprit, had already been executed along with the Zhao family.

Their remaining resentment can only wait for a long time, and slowly dissipate.

However, before this, these dead souls usually have a great hostility, which is the so-called hostility ghost.

For those ordinary people who can't see the soul, it may have no effect.

But for a person like her, who can see hell, that would be a big trouble.

Sure enough, at the moment she was stunned, someone among those dead souls noticed her strangeness and rushed towards her directly!

Shen Lingxi subconsciously grinned away, and wanted to hide to the side——
I saw the soul of the dead pounced one foot away from her, and was suddenly bounced away by a strong force!
Shen Lingxi finally remembered that the evil spirit of the person beside him could prevent ghosts from getting close.

She immediately breathed a sigh of relief and sat up straight.

But even so, Chu Yan still noticed something strange about her.

He sat up straight and followed her gaze.

In the opposite corner, there is nothing but some broken stone statues piled up in disorder.

"Is there something there?" he asked.

Shen Lingxi nodded, "It's the villagers who died in this village. They have no one to transform, and they can't reincarnate in a short time, so they can only wander here. I will invite the Miaozhen female crown from Jinxianguan to come here in person tomorrow. The method of fasting may be able to surpass one or two."

When she said this, her eyes didn't dare to continue to look in the direction of the dead soul, and she didn't want to look directly into Chu Yan's eyes, so she could only look around wildly.

Chu Yan's eyes darkened slightly.

Just at this time, there was a sudden sound of insects outside, like some kind of signal.

He directly blew off the wind lamp, pulled up Shen Lingxi's sleeve, and led her to the corner closest to them.

Shen Lingxi was caught off guard and her eyes darkened, and she was dragged away by him again, very dazed.

It wasn't until a wisp of cold soap fragrance pounced on the tip of her nose that she realized that Chu Yan had already stood in front of her.

The bright moonlight fell on the two of them through the window lattice. Chu Yan's tall body blocked her from the sight of the dead souls opposite.

At this moment, Shen Lingxi's back was leaning against the wall. The top of her head only reached his chin. The difference in height between the two made her feel for the first time that she was petite.

She moved uncomfortably, trying to distance herself from him.

Chu Yan made a silent gesture to her, "Su Xian has entered the village, and he should be here soon."

Shen Lingxi thought that the most urgent task was to catch Su Xian, so she had no choice but to suppress the urge to escape.

For a while, both of them fell silent.

The entire hall was extremely quiet.

It was so quiet that I could hear someone's heartbeat.

Under the moonlight, Shen Lingxi's furry hair had a soft luster.

Chu Yan rolled his Adam's apple, only felt that the inexplicable chaotic emotions in the carriage last night had come back in his heart again, and his breathing couldn't help being a little messy.

But Shen Lingxi didn't notice this, since she couldn't look around, she could only look out the window.

It was only time for a cup of tea, and sure enough, I saw a tall figure, holding a lantern, walking towards the ruined temple from a distance.

When the figure got closer, Shen Lingxi could see clearly that it was a very upright young man.

The man was about 26 and seven years old. Under his thick black eyebrows, he had a pair of heroic eyes like cold stars. He was wearing a dusty Taoist robe, his hair was tied into a bun, and was fixed with a hairpin. A black scabbard hangs, and a bulging cloth bag is straddled diagonally.

He looked a bit downcast, but he wasn't sloppy, and he had a great sense of integrity.

Presumably this is Su Xian, Master Su Jiu, who was born as a "child prodigy".

It was completely different from the "unscrupulous" prodigal son Shen Lingxi imagined.

He held a lantern in his hand and a compass in one hand. He lowered his head as he walked, not knowing what he was looking at on the compass.

Su Xian didn't stop until he reached the front of the main hall.

"It must be here."

He whispered, put the compass in his hand back into the cloth bag, and gently placed the lantern on the ground.

Then, he reached out and touched the cloth bag for a while.

Hearing the sound of "jingling", he took out a soul-repressing bell from his cloth bag, "swiped", and pulled out the long sword at his waist.

"Evil, where can I escape!"

With a deep drink, he rushed into the hall!

(End of this chapter)