When Nie Xiaoqian entered Ning Caichen's courtyard, Yan Chixia was in Li Xiake's room asking for questions about cultivation.

Li Xiake's room was decorated with a lot of modern-style furniture, and every daily necessities were exquisite and novel, and everything was far away from what Yan Chixia saw in her life.

The glass cup that drinks water is crystal clear and pure. If it is placed outside, it will definitely be a treasure of the past. All the calligraphy, paintings, and landscapes hanging on the walls are written by famous artists.

Anything these things can be enough to cause a sensation in the ordinary world, but for Li Xiake, they are ordinary daily necessities.

Fortunately, Yan Chixia's heart was firm in Taoism. After the initial surprise, she no longer cared about such external things. For those who practiced, external things would only disturb their minds, and he would not want these things for Yan Chixia. He has not yet reached this state of being unmoved by external things.

Now he calmed down and asked Li Xiake some questions he encountered in his practice. Li Xiake also had questions and answers without any concealment. This attitude of preaching and teaching the Dharma is much better than Yan Chixia's teacher.

When he was just listening to the scene, he suddenly felt a yin energy rising from the courtyard and woke up immediately. His face was filled with anger: "Now, Senior Li is in charge in this temple, and I, a few disciples, and a group of strangers are living in. This ghost is so brave that he dares to show up in the courtyard!"

At this time, Li Xiake's preaching also stopped.

Yan Chixia saluted to Li Xiake and said, "Senior, I will kill this ghost to save the chaos and purity!"

Li Xiake waved his hand and smiled, "This ghost has some fate with Ning Caichen. Don't interfere, just look at Ning Caichen's response."

Yan Chixia was not sure about this, but she still obeyed Li Xiake's instructions, put away the flying sword, saluted Li Xiake, and then returned to her yard.

Let’s talk about Ning Caichen.

When he saw Nie Xiaoqian, he became self-defense. He picked up a long sword given to him by Li Xiake at the head of the bed, and unsheathed the sword with a "brush" sound. The tip of the sword pointed to Nie Xiaoqian's chest: "Are you a human or a ghost?"

His sword was one of the nine swords specially created by several major sects when Li Xiake was emperor. It was a treasure of the will of the times. In addition, it was "opened" by Li Xiake, which was very powerful to the ghosts. At this time, it was just a slanted finger at the tip of the sword. Even if it was nearly ten feet apart, Nie Xiaoqian still couldn't stand it. She immediately collapsed on the ground and shouted: "Young Master, please spare my life. Xiaoqian was originally a person here, but unfortunately died of prematureness. At the age of seventeen, she fell ill and died. Later, she was buried by her family in the back mountain of Baota Temple."

Ning Caichen was secretly frightened. After all, he was a person who had killed zombies and was full of courage. He shouted: "Since that's the case, you are a ghost in the underworld and I am a living person in the world. Why are you here to come to me?"

Nie Xiaoqian kowtowed: "Young Master, my corpse was trapped by a thousand-year-old tree demon. I have been unable to escape from her hands for many years. Recently, the great tree demon grandma was hit by a great master with divine thunder. Her body was damaged and her soul was depressed. I originally wanted to escape at this time, but unexpectedly, I was betrothed by the tree demon grandma to death and the corpse was placed in the hands of several servants. These servants learned that I had escaped, so they came to chase me. The slave family could not be too far from the corpse, so they could never escape and capture it. Young Master, in the entire temple, only you, your breath can still bear it, so I can only ask you for help."

When she said this, she looked at the location where Li Xiake and Yan Chixia were, and said in a trembling voice: "There is a sacred person next to her. I am close to you, let alone coming to ask for help. The sacred aura alone makes me feel like I can fly and break up."

Ning Caichen knew Li Xiake's power at this time, and at the same time understood one thing. Among these people in the temple, it seemed that Nie Xiaoqian would beg him because of his weakest cultivation. As for Li Xiake and Yan Chixia, ordinary ghosts did not dare to get close to him.

"I am in my prime, but even Junior Brother Wolong's cultivation is not as good as my!"

Ning Caichen felt very ashamed, looked at Nie Xiaoqian, and shouted: "It's about ghosts. I dare not make any decisions about this matter privately. I must report it to the teacher!"

Although he is upright, he is not brainless. He knows nothing about this ghost. He doesn't know whether Nie Xiaoqian is saying true or false. How dare he easily agree to help others? Therefore, he immediately thought of Li Xiake and Yan Chixia. With these two people here, how could he intervene?

Just as I was about to go to the other courtyard to ask Li Xiake and Yan Chixia, I heard Yan Chixia's voice coming: "You are the one who decides this matter!"

Ning Caichen was stunned and immediately understood that the teacher had been paying attention to this place.

Since he asked himself to deal with it himself, it can be seen that what Nie Xiaoqian said was true. Otherwise, the teacher would never have let him deal with it. He would have flew with a sword and took her life.

"Since that's the case, I can help you!"

Ning Caichen was well-read in poetry and books, and was a true gentleman. He didn't take back his sword at the moment and said to Nie Xiaoqian: "Where is the ghost that captured you? Let me go for a while!"

Nie Xiaoqian was overjoyed and knew that Ning Caichen had decided to intervene and help him, so he hurriedly thanked him: "Thank you for your help. If Xiaoqian escapes from the sea of ​​suffering, she is willing to serve her for the rest of her life."

Ning Caichen smiled and said, "I have no different colors in my life. I still have a wife at home. How can I let you serve? Let's go and see where those ghosts are?"

He held a long sword in his hand and felt proud and went to the outsider of the temple with Nie Xiaoqian.

"My husband, look, the old locust tree in this courtyard...the stump is the original body of the thousand-year-old tree demon. We all call it the tree demon grandma. She is cruel and cruel. Many ghosts are enslaved by her. Several sisters in the slave family are bullied, and a few sisters are even worse, but they were killed by divine thunder from the sky a few days ago! "

Ning Caichen said: "Heaven and earth have righteousness. If they really were bullied and did not harm the world, logically speaking, there would never be a fate of being lost. Unless they have done something else, they will be able to suffer such retribution!"

Nie Xiaoqian's body trembled and she immediately stopped talking.

Ning Caichen glanced at Nie Xiaoqian and sneered: "What? I've called it? Have you all done a lot of bad things? What about you? Have you ever harmed people?"

Nie Xiaoqian shivered and shook her head quickly and said, "I didn't! I didn't harm anyone! It was all my grandma forced us to do it! If I don't do it, she will punish me!"

She said this, rolled up her sleeves and said to Ning Caichen: "I have whip marks all over my house, which is because of this!"

Ning Caichen looked at it intently and saw that the woman's pink arms, which were like frost and snow-pressing, were covered with whip marks, and looked like centipedes entrenched. He could not tell the words, and then turned his head and shouted, "Are you embarrassed to expose your arms to me, a strange man? He didn't even put away his arms!"

Nie Xiaoqian looked miserable and said, "I have become a ghost, why should I be demanding?"

Ning Caichen snorted, under the waning moon, in the barren mountains, he glanced around and asked, "Where are the monsters chasing you? What a good guy, why are you so ugly?"

A gust of cold wind sounded, and at some point five strange-shaped objects appeared in front of him, roaring and pounced on him like lightning.

The moment these monsters rushed towards him, Ning Caichen only felt the cold wind rushing to his face, and he was unable to breathe. He placed the long sword in his hand horizontally in front of his chest and gently wiped it forward.

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