It was midnight.

A monk frowned and spoke to the air, and looked like he had questions and answers, and he looked weird no matter how he looked.

Fortunately, Wang Lin is bold and meticulous, and is a person who has seen ghosts, so he is not scared because of his creepy feeling.

When the little monk heard this, he turned around and saw that it was Wang Lin in the mountain temple. He replied as if nothing had happened: "It turned out to be the donor."

"Who are the master talking to just now?" Wang Lin, who was suspicious, asked calmly.

"The donor probably listened badly, and I am just chanting scriptures to make courage." The young monk replied seriously, but there was no trace of fear on his face.

Seeing these two guys talking lies in unison with their eyes open, Nie Xiaoqian couldn't help laughing, so she simply showed her appearance and greeted Wang Lin: "Prince Wang."

Seeing Nie Xiaoqian appear, a hint of joy flashed across Wang Lin's face. However, he immediately thought of a monk next to him who had a deep skill and could not match me, so he immediately used his internal strength. If this monk had any abnormal movements that were not good for Nie Xiaoqian, he could also take action immediately.

This is a tense thing. Nie Xiaoqian quickly explained a few words, indicating that Wang Lin should not be nervous.

After listening to Nie Xiaoqian's explanation, Wang Lin was not very relieved to know that Nie Xiaoqian and the little monk knew each other.

Duke Zhou was afraid of rumors, and Wang Mang had not usurped the times. In this world, the great traitors seemed loyal and the false seemed true. He had seen many of them, so he pondered for a moment and asked inadvertently: "I wonder what great views the master has towards demons and ghosts?"

"Man has the road to Yangguan, and demons and ghosts have a single-plank bridge." The little monk replied without hesitation.

Wang Lin heard the meaning of the little monk's words, as if he did not have the prejudice against demons and ghosts like ordinary people. However, even if he had no intention of sleeping for a long night, there seemed to be no need to go to the demon cave. Could it be that he relied on his magical skills to protect his body, was invulnerable to swords and guns, and was not afraid of demons and ghosts?

This monk does look a little stupid, but he doesn't seem crazy either.

"Didn't the master go to Lanruo Temple to kill demons and eliminate demons?" Wang Lin asked.

The young monk thought for a while and replied, "A few days ago, I saw lotus lanterns at the Lanling Dock Ferry Pier, and there were poems for sending lamps. According to the donor Lu of the pier, the water lanterns were placed by the female ghosts in Lanruo Temple. The poems for sending lamps must have been written by the female ghosts."

Wang Lin felt that he understood: "So the master wants to go to Lanruo Temple to see what happened?"

"When I read the poem to send a lamp, it was like crying and complaining, and it seemed to have a different secret." The little monk nodded and replied.

If you have the leisure to play lotus lanterns, if you have the talent to write poems for sending lanterns, or if you have the unique hidden feelings, Wang Lin subconsciously went to see Nie Xiaoqian.

Little did he know that Nie Xiaoqian was stunned when he heard the little monk's answer, and he was looking for me. But the little monk liked to speak too much and never stopped. He was still crying and complaining, why didn't he add more resentment or admiration? I was just expressing my feelings directly.

Isn’t it true that life cannot be done, even if you are a hundred years old, you will still be young.

But what are you looking for me to do, discuss poetry and save the female ghost Nie Xiaoqian?

A series of pictures appeared in Nie Xiaoqian's mind, and she asked calmly: "Master is looking for me?"

The little monk obviously didn't expect that the girl ghost he was looking for was far away from the sky and was close to him. After several breaths, he rubbed the little bald head and replied awkwardly: "It turns out that the girl is the one who lights it--the person."

"It's a ghost." Nie Xiaoqian corrected.

"It turns out that the girl is the ghost who lights the lamp." The little monk was kind and like a stream.

"In this way, the master and I are still the same person as you." Wang Lin, who was next to him, interrupted.

"My passerby, the donor is going to Lanruo Temple, too?" the little monk raised his eyes and asked.

Wang Lin immediately explained the so-called injustice about Nie Xiaoqian as soon as the young monk speculated.

After hearing this, the little monk did not become indignant. He only had his eyebrows like a sword and his tone became much deeper: "The thousand-year-old tree demon is too evil."

"Master is going with me?" Wang Lin was delighted and asked.

The little monk nodded without hesitation.

They were willing to help themselves escape from the sea of ​​suffering, and Nie Xiaoqian was naturally happy, but she could not use their kindness to let them die in vain: "The old monster has endless magic power, and even if you two go together, it will be useless."

When Wang Lin saw Nie Xiaoqian say this, his heart moved and said to the little monk: "Master, are there any fellow disciples close to you?"

His implication was to ask the young monk to summon his fellow disciples to Lanruo Temple, but the young monk shook his head and replied, "I am all far away in Tianshan."

Yuanshui could not save the near fire. Wang Lin saw that Nie Xiaoqian seemed a little disappointed. He thought for a while and asked, "Miss Nie, we are temporarily unable to eliminate the old demon. If you take your corpse away from the soul summoning post, will it also help you break free from the old demon's mercy?"

Nie Xiaoqian also thought that she would sneak into the Soul Conqueror and take her corpse out of the grave. However, the old witch practiced for thousands of years, with a deep root, and every corner of the Soul Conqueror was within its monitoring range. She would dare to act rashly, which was no different from a three-year-old child who had taken food from a tiger's mouth.

"This method is not feasible." Nie Xiaoqian replied, and brought out the horror of the old witch.

"Miss Nie." The little monk also followed the crowd and called Nie Xiaoqian like Wang Lin. "You just mentioned that the tree demon was hiding out at night during the day, so I and Donor Wang took advantage of the day, maybe it would do it."

...

The next day.

Wang Lin looked up at the sky. The sun was shining brightly, and his body was warm and comfortable.

Before leaving last night, Nie Xiaoqian's advice came to his mind: Go on a sunny day, at noon with the most yang energy. Whether it is successful or not, be sure to leave the Black Wind Forest before the sun sets.

Thinking that if Nie Xiaoqian could be successfully rescued from the thousand-year-old demon and to add more strength to find Wang Qiongying, Wang Lin was full of energy. He turned around and said to the little monk Bald Donkey looking around: "Master, the forest in front is the Black Wind Forest. According to the map of Miss Nie, enter the Black Wind Forest, and walk about three miles eastward, it is the Soul Conqueror."

"No need to go in, let's go in." The little monk nodded and stepped into the Black Wind Forest first.

Wang Lin and the young monk walked into the Black Wind Forest and felt a gust of dark wind coming. When they looked up, they saw towering ancient trees everywhere, covering the sky and the sun, and vines like snakes and pythons spread on the trees, twisting and knots, appearing and looming in the blurred mist surrounding the forest.

They have profound skills, so they are naturally not afraid of a little cold and a little weird vine.

However, this Black Wind Forest is the territory of the Thousand-Year Tree Demon. It looks up and cannot see the light of the sky. The unknown aura lingers in my heart, which makes them speed up.

After walking for about three miles, I finally walked out of the Black Wind Forest and came to a grass slope half a person high.

But the grass slopes are endless and looking away, there is no sign of the soul summoning post that Nie Xiaoqian mentioned.

"Did you take the wrong path?" Wang Lin was puzzled and wanted to ask the little monk's opinion.

But he saw the little monk looking up at the sky, so he looked up, and his face changed slightly.

I don’t know when the sky suddenly became gloomy, and the layers of dark clouds were as thick as ink, as if they were about to cover them at any time.

If you didn't know it was noon, you would just think it was dusk that it was about to come. This was clearly a sign of rain, and the wind was clamoring, and a large grass was moving with the wind, rustling when it was rising and falling, as if countless foreign objects were passing by.

With their footsteps, three miles away. Even if the forest has no way to go, it would not take a cup of tea to make it happen. How could the sky change so quickly? Wang Lin's expression became solemn.

Because it was the body of a ghost, Nie Xiaoqian had never seen the scene of the Black Wind Forest and the Soul Conqueror during the day, and did not know that the weather in this area was so unpredictable. Before this, Wang Lin and the little monk who had never set foot in the Black Wind Forest seemed to have fallen into a strange place for a moment.
Chapter completed!