After Wearing a White Moonlight Stand-in

The latest chapter after wearing a white moonlight stand-in!

After confirming that the girl in front of her was indeed all right, not only that she was still alive and kicking, she didn't wait too long.

As soon as Miaofa left, Qiao Wan closed her eyes and let her divine sense immerse into the trumpet's sea of ​​consciousness, and continued to do business.

And in the ghost city.

I didn't expect to meet Meng Canglang, who could be called a thriller: ...?

Fang Lingqing, who was following Meng Canglang, was stunned and stammered, "Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Ci Xian?!"

To be honest, Meng Canglang was not familiar with this Lu Cixian.

The impression of this fellow Daoist Lu also came from the few faces, as well as the shocking words on the jade plate that almost shocked the entire Huazuo Peak.

"The pig killed Xie Xingzhi", "Lu Cixian killed the pig".

In Meng Canglang's impression, this fellow Daoist Lu, although he had just established his foundation, was tough and tough, and he was a worthy person to make friends with.

Until the Canglang Sword Meng Canglang, who was quietly complained by Chongde Ancient Garden as "dumb and cute", hesitated for a second, his eyes glanced at the pink jade bow on the boy's head, and decided to respect the fellow Daoist Lu in front of him. Hobby, calmly and politely said: "Lu Daoyou."

Looking at Fang Lingqing, who looked horrified, Qiao Wan said:  …

Fang Lingqing: Fuck! Is Lu Cixian really a broken sleeve? !

Done.

Too complacent, Qiao Wan thought blankly, the character set collapsed.

There was a bit of confusion in Meng Canglang's eyes, along with the guilt of accidentally breaking someone else's secret, and after a while, it changed to, "Even if you have different tastes, it depends on your personal preference. ".

Qiao Wan quickly stretched out her hand, made a "hula", and brushed the little butterfly off her hair.

The young man's expression was calm and calm: "Meng Daoyou, Fang Daoyou, long time no see!"

Wang Ruyi curiously took off the hairpin on his head, held it in his hand, and looked at Meng Canglang and Fang Lingqing: "This is what you know?"

Such a terrifying face suddenly jumped into his eyes, Meng Canglang was stunned, and nodded lightly: "This..."

He hesitated for a second: "Hello, girl."

Wang Ruyi smiled and said, "Don't be so polite, just call me Ruyi."

Meng Canglang's expression was as usual: "My surname is Meng."

Wang Ruyi: "Meng Daoyou is also shopping?"

Meng Canglang nodded solemnly: "I'm looking for soul fragrance."

This unfamiliar term jumped into his ears, Qiao Wan: "Soul Fragrance?"

Fang Lingqing was in a trance, obviously still in the shock of "Lu Cixian is really a broken sleeve".

Qiao Wan took the initiative to ask, maybe because she and Fang Lingqing formed a team in the last Fa discussion, Meng Canglang didn't want to hide it.

"Friend Lu must also know the news of Du Shenghua."

"Dushenghua is only open every day from the time of Zishi to the ugly time. Xiaofang and I found out that there is a kind of 'soul fragrance'. If you wear it on your body, you can travel during this time. Then I went out with Xiaofang to find it. Look."

Meng Canglang said solemnly: "This ghost market... is too strange. Fellow Daoist Lu might as well go with us. Our three sect disciples may be able to reduce casualties."

Qiao Wan looked up at Meng Canglang.

The man is handsome, calm and polite. The most striking thing is the giant sword on the back of the young man. The body of the sword is like a flowing ocean wave. The sound of waves.

The man in front of him is the favorite to win the championship of the Three Religions Dharma Conference, as long as the man in front of him is nothing else.

As the saying goes, many friends lead to many paths, and Qiao Wan naturally can't ask for it.

Wang Ruyi asked curiously, "Why are you all looking for Dushenghua?"

Thinking of the ghost bride next to her, Qiao Wan asked, "Ruyi, have you heard of Soul Fragrance?"

The female corpse thought hard for a moment: "I've never heard of this."

Qiao Wan: "You said that Yan Shiyuan kindly took you in?"

Wang Ruyi: "Boss Yan sees me as pitiful."

It is known that Wang Ruyi has been dead for hundreds of years, which means that Yan Shiyuan has also stayed in this ghost city for hundreds of years.

Noticing the change in Qiao Wan's expression, Meng Canglang asked, "Do you have a clue?"

Qiao Wan thoughtfully replied: "I want to go back to the inn where I live first, maybe the owner of this inn knows something."

After making the decision, Qiao Wan pointed to the hairpins on the stall: "Boss, please wrap this, this and this!"

After paying the money and stuffing the packaged hairpin into Wang Ruyi's arms, Qiao Wan led Wang Ruyi and rushed back to the inn with Meng Canglang.

As soon as I stepped into the inn, I happened to bump into the guy in the store.

I met Wang Ruyi, the man shivered all over, and gasped in horror: "Ru... girl Ruyi?!!"

Wang Ruyi waved his hand friendly: "Xiao Shi."

This face, whether I look at it now or in the middle of the night, is really a little scary.

In particular, the other party was also wearing a red wedding dress, with a pair of delicate and small embroidered shoes under her feet, how she looked like a terrifying female ghost who ran out of the book.

The guy was so frightened that after he came back to his senses, he frowned and said, "Miss Ruyi, didn't the boss say, don't come out and scare people if you're okay?"

Wang Ruyi tugged at his wrinkled face in dissatisfaction: "Where am I going to be scaring people? I still have business. Is Boss Yan there?"

Speaking of which, the guy seemed to notice Qiao Wan and Meng Canglang behind Wang Ruyi.

"Lu... fellow Daoist? Who is this?"

Meng Canglang nodded politely: "My surname is Meng."

As for the name.

In such a strange place, not actively exposing one's own information is the most basic life-saving operation.

The guy nodded knowingly.

Qiao Wan asked, "Is Boss Yan there?"

The guy said, "It's in the back kitchen. I'll call you there right now."

After the guy finished speaking, he went to the back kitchen. Qiao Wan found a table and sat down with Meng Canglang.

After a while, I saw Yan Shiyuan, who reached out to wipe water on his clothes and rushed towards him.

"Friend Lu? Ruyi?"

Yan Shiyuan asked with concern, "How did fellow Daoist Lu sleep yesterday?"

Qiao Wan's face was paralyzed: "It's good to sleep with her."

Yan Shiyuan:  …

Turned to look at the man.

The guy slapped his thigh: "I forgot! Hi! I forgot that it was Ruyi girl's house."

"At that time, it's not like you didn't know about the situation, boss, and it's going to be ugly soon. Am I panicking? I just found a room and stuffed fellow Daoist Lu into it. I didn't expect this to be Miss Ruyi's room." Sincerely: "Fellow Daoist Lu, I'm sorry."

Qiao Wan shook her head, looked at Yan Shiyuan, and said solemnly, "Mr. Yan, I heard that you have been in this ghost city for hundreds of years. Have you heard of Soul Fragrance?"

"Soul fragrance?"

Yan Shiyuan was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Qiao Wan, Meng Canglang and Fang Lingqing, these two "foreigners".

There are not many monks in the ghost city, but there are not many.

Walking and jumping in the world of self-cultivation, not casually inquiring about other people's news, that is one of the most basic life-saving principles.

"I have heard of this soul fragrance."

Yan Shiyuan didn't ask Qiao Wan why she asked this, but only asked, "Are you looking for Soul Fragrance?"

Meng Canglang put a few middle-grade spirit stones on the table, and said politely, "Sir, please enlighten me."

That's it.

Yan Shiyuan was not ambiguous at all, he took the spirit stone generously, held it in his hand, wiped it patiently and carefully with the edge of his sleeve, turned his head and handed it over to the guy who was guarding behind him, exhorting: "Keep it up. ."

The guy smiled and said, "Okay! Fellow Daoist Meng has made a lot of money, and we can renovate it again in our store."

Qiao Wan and Meng Canglang looked at each other.

This kind of businessman who loves Lingshi upright and pays the money with one hand and delivers it with one hand is comfortable.

After collecting the spirit stone, Yan Shiyuan opened his mouth.

Don't be stingy, what should be said is basically explained.

"When the child is ugly, it is their point. This fellow Lu Daoist must have a deep understanding."

Qiao Wan: "Please enlighten me sir."

"This soul incense is actually specially prepared for you monks who want to walk around at this point. As long as you wear this incense on your body, the fragrance can temporarily cover the smell of 'strange people' on your body."

In this room, Fang Lingqing finally recovered from the shock of "Lu Cixian is really a broken sleeve", took a deep look at Qiao Wan, then looked at Yan Shiyuan, and began to inquire about the business: "Does that Mr. , where can I get this fragrance?"

"It's in the temple not far to the south." Yan Shiyuan stretched out his hand and said solemnly: "There is a bodhisattva in the temple, and when you enter the temple, please wear a stick of incense on your body. This is the soul incense."

"But you have to remember that this incense must be worn at all times, it cannot be put in a storage bag, and it cannot be extinguished."

"And the most important point." Yan Shiyuan raised his head and said firmly, "Remember, don't be greedy."

"I think you are all disciples of the major sects." The plump middle-aged cultivator looked serious, "There is evil here, even if I have stayed here for hundreds of years, I still can't figure it out. You guys Junior, young and high in cultivation, will inevitably be arrogant. But you have to remember that even if your teacher arrives at this place, if you are not careful, maybe you will explain it here."

Qiao Wan bowed and saluted: "Junior remember the teachings of Mr.

After getting the desired information, Qiao Wan looked at Meng Canglang and Fang Lingqing, and said solemnly, "Xiaofang, fellow Daoist Meng."

Fang Lingqing shivered suddenly, and said vigilantly, "Lu Cixian, talk well, don't call me Xiaofang."

"Are you going here?" Yan Shiyuan was stunned, as if he didn't expect that just after he had told his front feet, the little ones on the back couldn't wait to find death.

"It's still early. I just cooked a pot of hot porridge behind me. Would you like to drink a bowl before going?"

Meng Canglang shook his head, and put down another spirit stone: "The time is running out, so we won't bother Mr. Sir. But if Mr. doesn't dislike it, you might as well warm it up for us first, and then try Mr.'s craftsmanship after me and fellow Daoist Lu come back. ."

Yan Shiyuan smiled suddenly: "No trouble, no trouble."

Witnessing this scene, Qiao Wan suddenly felt a sense of sadness in her heart.

This damned banknote ability.

Putting away his cuffs, Meng Canglang nodded slightly to Qiao Wan without noticing, "Fellow Daoist Lu, let's go."

Just as Qiao Wan took two steps, Wang Ruyi's voice suddenly came from behind.

"etc!!"

The female corpse tugged at the wedding dress and asked regularly, "I...I want to go too, can you bring me one?"

Qiao Wan's eyes fell on the "girl", and the girl's shriveled eyes turned, revealing a little cautious expectation.

Fang Lingqing and Meng Canglang were both stunned.

Qiao Wan pursed her lips, took a step forward, and stretched out her hand: "Come."

...

The temple is a mile to the south.

Along the way, Qiao Wan also met two or three disciples of the third religion one after another, and even met Liu Xinwen with two teenagers who had formed a team.

Liu Xinwen was startled when he saw Qiao Wan and Fang Lingqing: "Daoyou Lu, Daoyou Fang?"

The disciples of the three sects next to them were still wary when they saw Qiao Wan and Wang Ruyi. When they saw Meng Canglang, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and almost without thinking, agreed to go to the temple together to invite soul incense. .

Canglang Sword Meng Canglang, this is the famous gentleman's sword, and "Xie Xingzhi" are almost two shining signs of walking.

Among these three disciples, two were from Zhanyun Peak and one was from Fanxin Temple, all of them were men. Two of them were attached to Yunfeng, one was tall and the other was short. The taller Dao Xiu looked gentle and was called Zheng Changming. The short one is called Zheng Changqing. As for the Fanxin Temple, it is called Zhixin.

We walked together all the way, and after a while, we arrived at the temple that Yan Shiyuan spoke of.

Stepping over the threshold, Fang Lingqing looked up and said, "This temple is quite big."

Qiao Wan looked up, two red lacquer pillars depicting some light blue cloud patterns, the lacquer on the merit box was mottled and peeled off, the lights in the temple were shaking, the incense burner was full of incense sticks, and the incense ash was piled up in a thick layer. Floor.

At the very center is a resplendent statue of Bodhisattva, about ten feet high, covered with gold paint. His brows and eyes are slender, his eyes are half-closed, and thirty arms behind him are as round as lotus-shaped arms, slender and clean.

At first glance, the muscles and bones are plump, the corners of his mouth are smiling, and the clothes on his body seem to move with the wind.

It's just like...

Live.

Qiao Wan retracted her gaze, and her eyes fell on the incense in the incense burner.

Meng Canglang whispered, "This should be the fragrance of the soul that Mr. Yan said."

The short Zheng Changqing had a strange look on his face, and urged, "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and take it and leave. This temple... Something is wrong."

Especially this Bodhisattva, Zheng Changqing raised his head and glanced, his heart sank, and silently touched the sword behind him.

It looks a little too evil, and this female ghost.

Zheng Changqing glanced at Wang Ruyi next to him.

Aware of the gaze coming from around him, Wang Ruyi blinked in confusion.

Zheng Changqing:  …

Qiao Wan was nervous and her throat was a little dry.

She is obviously not the only one who thinks this way. Meng Canglang also said, "Okay, take the soul incense and let's go."

Thinking of what Yan Shiyuan had said, Qiao Wan hesitated and said, "Mr. Yan said you can't be greedy."

Liu Xinwen whispered: "Then take them one by one, each person only takes one."

In order to prevent accidents, when one person goes to pick it up, others are guarding it.

However, when it came to who was the first to eat crabs, there was a little disagreement. No one wanted to be the first to take the lead. In the end, Fang Lingqing took a step forward: "I'll come."

Although he asked Ying on his own initiative, when he walked to the incense case, the young man couldn't help but feel a little flustered. He licked the corners of his lips dryly, his heart skipping a beat.

As soon as I approached this Bodhisattva, this feeling became even more obvious.

Fang Lingqing took a breath and looked heavy.

like living people.

There seemed to be a living person standing in front of him, but this person was not breathing, or was holding his breath.

The moment Fang Lingqing stabilized his mind and was about to stretch out his hand to draw the incense, Fang Lingqing glanced inadvertently from the corner of his eyes, and his voice suddenly changed.

"what is this?!"

Qiao Wan: "What?"

Follow Fang Lingqing's eyes.

There are two red candles standing on the incense table, and behind the candles there are several trays of fruit offerings. There are various kinds of them. Among them is a small cauldron, and there are many red fruits inside the cauldron, but the most striking one. It was still a plate of meat, and was blocked by Xiaoding, so when they entered the temple, Qiao Wan and Meng Canglang did not see them.

This plate of meat was neatly cut, with a moderate thickness. It was placed on the plate, and there was a little blood on the meat.

His eyes fell on this plate of meat, and Zhixin's face changed suddenly: "How come there is meat in the temple?"

Qiao Wan's heart suddenly froze, considering that the place they were in was a ghost city, and some not-so-good associations suddenly appeared in her heart.

Obviously Fang Lingqing had this idea too, looking at the plate of meat in front of him, his face immediately turned green.

However, it was he who took the initiative to invite Ying. At this point, he could only bite the bullet. When he was about to pull out the incense, Fang Lingqing paused again, frowned and asked, "Do you want to worship?"

Do you want to worship?

Everyone present was stunned.

This bodhisattva is so evil, and this plate of unknown meat, how strange it is to look at it! !

Zheng Changming frowned: "This temple... is a bit weird, so don't worship it."

Fanxin Temple hesitated for a second: "There is no righteous way here, and if you kneel rashly, I am afraid you will cause trouble."

Fang Lingqing: "If I don't worship, what if this Bodhisattva is to blame?"

However, looking at this drooping-eyed and smiling, like a living Bodhisattva statue, Fang Lingqing still did not have the courage to kowtow.

Fanxin Temple is right.

Fang Lingqing took a deep breath.

There's no righteous way in this place, so don't rashly kneel down and identify yourself with an evil god.

Wang Ruyi tugged at Qiao Wan's sleeve and whispered, "Why does this look a bit like your sweetheart?"

When Fang Lingqing stretched out his hand to get the incense, everyone present felt tight, Qiao Wan didn't blink her eyes and held her breath.

However, nothing happened.

A gust of night wind blew, and the incense and candlelight in the temple swayed, casting a twisted and dim shadow on the wall, and a faint scent of sesame oil floated in the air.

The statue of the Bodhisattva still maintains such a posture, with his eyes lowered and half-closed, a smile on the corner of his lips, and his eyes are calmly looking at the futon.

The incense in his hand was slightly warm, and there was nothing unusual about holding it in his hand. The tense nerves suddenly loosened, Fang Lingqing breathed a sigh of relief, and when he walked to Qiao Wan's side, only then did he realize that his entire back was completely covered. Soggy.

"It's done, I'm done, you go."

Everyone present, look at me, and I look at you.

Zheng Changqing walked out first, put the whisk in his hand on his shoulder, followed Fang Lingqing's footsteps, and took a stick of incense.

The candle light flickered slightly, pulling out an orange-red flame.

Qiao Wan snorted for no reason and blurted out, "Wait."

Zheng Changqing turned his head: "What?"

Qiao Wan swept the temple and said solemnly, "I think something is not right."

Hearing what Qiao Wan said, Zheng Changqing immediately tightened his face: "What's wrong?"

Fang Lingqing looked over: "What's wrong?"

Qiao Wan shook her head: "specifically, I can't say."

This feels very wrong. Qiao Wan tightened her eyebrows, her eyes flicking inch by inch in the temple.

His gaze fell on the eyes of this splendid thousand-handed Guanyin.

The half-closed eyes of the Bodhisattva can see a little blue-green pupils. These eyes seem to be alive, and their eyes are quietly watching the high threshold.

I couldn't tell what was going on, but I had an ominous premonition in my heart, as if something was different from before they entered the temple.

Zheng Changqing was a little irritable: "This temple is too weird, don't think about it so much, just take it and leave."

After speaking, he raised his hand and took off a stick of incense.

Seeing the incense stick being pulled out, Qiao Wan froze all over and her eyes became cold.

This is not an illusion, there must be something wrong.

The bodhisattva in front of him half-closed his eyes, his eyes fell on the carved window on the door, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he looked no different from before entering the temple.

Where exactly is the problem.

Qiao Wan's heart beat for 200 yards, her eyes wandered around the statue of Bodhisattva, and she searched quickly.

On that side, after the Fanxin Temple finished, it was Zheng Changming's turn to take the incense.

Joe turned his eyes away.

Just under Qiao Wan's gaze, the half-closed-eyed Bodhisattva statue in front of him, with a ray of candlelight reflected in his eyes, landed firmly on Qiao Wan's face.

Qiao Wan's pupils shrank suddenly!

"Eye!!"

What was wrong just now was the eyes!

"Eyes! It's my eyes moving!" Qiao Wan shivered, and immediately grabbed the nearest Wang Ruyi, and ran wildly outside the temple gate!

Roared: "Run!! Run!"

Fang Lingqing and Wang Ruyi froze for a moment: "What?"

As soon as the words fell, the Bodhisattva looked like thirty round and smooth arms, and with the movement of his fingertips, all of them formed a Buddha seal, and turned like a wheel, pressing down one by one.

Zheng Changming, who was still holding the incense, was also taken aback for a second, but the next second, before he could react, he was pulled up by the statue of the Bodhisattva.

Meng Canglang's face changed suddenly, and the Canglang sword was unsheathed in an instant.

The blue sword intent rolled towards the Bodhisattva statue like a roaring giant wave.

There was a weird smile on the corner of the Bodhisattva's mouth. Those dozens of arms separated from the waves and exerted force together, and immediately cut the man in his hand into two halves. Inside the body, with a hard dig, he took out the **** organs and placed them on the incense table.

At this moment, the fruit offering on the incense table suddenly changed. The red fruit in the small cauldron suddenly turned into a head floating up and down in boiling water.

The head was completely scalded, and the eyes were tightly closed.

Seeing this scene with his own eyes, Fang Lingqing was numb, Zheng Changming's blood splashed on his face, Fang Lingqing woke up like a dream, his heart was beating wildly, and he roared angrily: "Human sacrifice!"