In the spring breeze.

The junior sister was holding her chin and sulking: "Why are you taking the ticket away by your senior brother?"

Just as I was thinking, I suddenly heard a rustling sound behind me.

She turned her head curiously and saw three tickets being blown by the wind, sweeping quickly across the ground, and then landing at her hands.

The junior sister subconsciously raised her hand and slapped it, held down the three tickets, and looked carefully, "Oh, isn't this an invitation letter from Hongyan Temple? Um...what is going on?"

The junior sister instinctively thought that this vote was destined to be with me, and the senior brother accidentally lost it.

But after she took two steps, she suddenly remembered what her senior brother said, "You forgot about the shadow play before."

Thinking of this, the junior sister grabbed the three tickets and shuddered. It was really evil enough to be able to float back by herself.

The brain is a good thing.

Fortunately, she had the junior sister, instead of just running to Hongyan Temple for fun without any heart.

She grabbed these three tickets and went to Xia Yuan.

But the door of the senior brother's room was locked and no one was there.

"snort!"

The junior sister stomped her feet, "It's like this again, it's like this again!"

So she thought about it and decided to show it to the second senior brother. The second senior brother was knowledgeable and calm, and in some places she looked like the senior brother than the senior brother.

...

...

Xia Yuan directly activated the hermit's hiding, and then walked towards the suburbs of the city like a wandering stroll.

There are a lot of people in the downtown area, but no one can see him.

When he walked past the city gate, the city gate guards felt a breeze that was quite normal.

Even if you walk one step in a second, you can walk thirty miles in one minute. Hongyan Temple is only a hundred miles away in the suburbs. For Xia Yuan, this kind of walking method can only take about three and a half minutes to reach. In addition, he took five minutes to observe the surrounding environment.

The foot of Hongyan Temple.

The spring breeze blows the cherry blossom petals throughout the mountain, like a fairy holding a sky bottle in her hand, standing by the clouds, pouring the mouth of the bottle, and the snow-white river drooping down the sky, passing through the forest with the long wind.

I walked into the Zen temple on the mountainside again.

Then we arrived at the small town at the foot of the mountain.

The children in the town were chasing and fighting, and some spring tourists who came here to talk in groups of three or three at the foot of the mountain.

Xia Yuan looked at the dusk sky, it was not all dark yet.

He decided to take a break and wait until late at night before going up the mountain to take a look.

So he put on a layer of painted skin like a young knight, then showed his body, and directly found a small restaurant listed in the foot of the mountain town with the "Ancient Secret Beef". He threw a tael of silver and cut two pounds of beef, plus a bowl of scallion noodles.

He was thinking about some things about Xiyou Country...

Those things seemed ordinary when they were in the game before, but now when you think about it carefully, you are extremely frightened because from beginning to end, only the word "smart" is revealed.

My own entry happened to be the most "scheming" opportunity in Xiyou Country.

Why is it so coincidental?

It happened that it seemed like an invisible hand pushed himself over.

In order to consolidate the tyrant's mood, I had to deal with what followed one after another.

Logically speaking, even if a student has the talent of a tyrant, he will die in the face of all kinds of existences, but he will survive.

It seems that my terrifying potential has been tapped out, but is it really just that?

Now my hermit talent seems to be born for the strange power and chaos of gods?

If there were no hermits, I would have been killed by the shadow puppet in seconds, because he could not lock in the shadow puppet at all.

"Customer, come the noodles."

The waiter held the tray and put it in front of Xia Yuan, and smiled and said, "The shop comes with a plate of oil-burning peanuts."

Xia Yuan smiled, put aside these false distractions and started to enjoy the dinner. The boss's method of cooking beef is pretty good, it is very fragrant when he eats it. He still retains a bit of the "rough flavor" of the beef when chewed, and the noodles are also strong enough.

Because it is the end of March, there are many tourists and many conversations.

"Madam, we are here at the right time. The abbot of Hongyan Temple will ask for a solution tomorrow at noon, and it will definitely be very lively at that time."

"Ritual?"

"Isn't Hongyan Temple very effective? I guess it was a businessman who spent a lot of incense to pray for peace."

"Yes, although the East China Sea Kingdom is still peaceful, the few small countries outside are beginning to be in chaos. All kinds of strange things are beginning to happen, and life is impossible."

After listening for a while, Xia Yuan asked casually: "Which family wants to do something?"

Most of the tourists who are away from here are outsiders, and some people answered, "Today I went to the temple to burn incense, saying that it was a merchant who made brocades. The merchant sold all his belongings and wanted to develop in Donghai Kingdom. Now he is living in the Pilgrim Zen Temple on the hillside."

Xia Yuan didn't ask again.

Soon someone started to discuss again, "Why did the family sell their belongings? Did they encounter those strange things?"

The restaurant is very noisy.

After Xia Yuan finished eating noodles and beef, he found a small inn to rest.

Although the inn requires a pass certificate and a certificate of identity and household registration, there are many outsiders at this time. Xia Yuan casually said "I lost it halfway" and then got through it.

At night...

Xia Yuanyi woke up and watched the moon pass by the sky. It was almost midnight. He went straight into the hermit's hiding, shrank into an inch, and rushed to the mountainside.

There are not many people who can live in the Psalmist Zen Temple on the mountainside, and at this time there is a room with candlelight on it.

Xia Yuan came over directly.

Looking inside from the oil-paper window film, a figure vaguely saw lingering in the house.

The pace is very fast.

The figure walked for a while, stopped by the window, and began to say, "Don't draw anymore, don't draw anymore, your brother and mother are sleeping, don't draw anymore."

Xia Yuan stood in the yard, and he clearly felt that the man was talking in front of the window. It seemed that there was someone in front of the window, but if there was someone, the light candlelight would definitely show a shadow.

But there is no shadow.

Xia Yuan narrowed his eyes, walked a few more steps forward, and looked into the crack of the window.

The heart I was holding before suddenly felt relieved. It turned out that there was a little boy lying on the ground and drawing something. No wonder he couldn't see it from outside.

Suddenly...

The man began to breathe heavily, as if he was very scared.

Squeak.

The door was pushed open and the man rushed out of the door.

Xia Yuan stepped into the door at the same time.

As soon as I got started, it seemed like I had passed through a "ripples".

In an instant, Xia Yuan's memory of "faced the shadow puppet directly for the second time" in his mind was awakened. He turned around immediately after stepping in.

clatter...

Clouds emerge from the foot.

He had shot several miles away in an instant.

Just as he flew out, the wind was blowing heavily in the Zen Temple on the mountainside, and the doors and windows were all closed by a strange force.

Slap sex!

All closed.

It looks like a coffin.

In the "coffin", the boy was still painting with concentration. He was concentrating on his mind, and from time to time he used a knife to cut his arm, lowered his blood into the inkstone, and outlined the strange red and black color before he finished writing.

But this time, what he drew was not a nun.

It's a temple.

Looking closely, this temple is exactly the same as the temple pattern on the invitation letter of Hongyan Temple.

...

...

...

Taking advantage of midnight, Xia Yuan walked around the entire Hongyan Temple, and nothing unusual, so he turned back to the original mountainside Zen Temple.

The moonlight is like glass, the cherry blossoms are like flying snow, and the scenery is beautiful. No wonder the little junior sister is coming to play, but at this moment, it is covered with a layer of gray fog, which makes people feel a little nervous.
To be continued...