River Tuluo Xian

Chapter 149 Please let the little girl in to shelter from the rain

After crossing the ferry at the village head, Jiang Ling presented the God of the River to a loach.

Loach thanks in every possible way.

Nie Qian's remaining bones were also crushed into ashes according to her own request, and scattered in the vast river.

Jiang Ling had originally promised that he would take her remaining bones and bury her in her hometown, which would be regarded as returning to her roots.

But she said that her parents and blood relatives were gone, so she went back to her hometown, and she was just a lonely passer-by.

It would be better to just sprinkle it in this river, go with the waves and sink with the sand.

Furthermore, she now has a new body, and this old body has nothing to do with her.You don't have to carry it with you anymore, it's a burden.

After the ashes were poured, Jiang Ling looked in a certain direction and asked her: "If you go back to Lanruo Temple again, Xiaoqian, are you afraid?"

Nie Qian hesitated a little, "Xiaoqian will not be afraid if the master is here."

Even though she said that, Jiang Ling could still hear the wavering in her heart.

She was enslaved for three years under the clutches of her grandma. How can this shadow in her heart be erased by simply wiping it away?

"Go here, you don't have to show up, just watch. The tree demon grandma, this time, I will not spare it."

After saying this, Jiang Ling twisted the black ring on his finger.

When the space was reversed, he took Nie Qian and appeared in the wilderness.

Nie Qian's figure shrunk to the size of a silver ingot, and she was put into his arms.

And he strode forward, winding the mountain road for several miles, and finally saw Lan Ruo's silhouette reappearing in front of his eyes.

Compared with the last time I came here, the weeds here seem to be taller and stronger.

Maybe it rained heavily here, and the road was full of mud potholes.

Jiang Ling walked on it, but there was not even a speck of dust on it.

Going to the gate of the courtyard, I saw several hares jumping around on the ruined wall, and a group of crows vomited and croaked on the big cypress tree nearby.

This place, just seeing it, is a bit gloomy.

Moreover, before Jiang Ling opened his Dharma Eye, he could already see Yin Qi gathered in the back mountain.

And the whole temple is shrouded in a layer of dead air.

Last time he was in such a mess, but this time he was dressed brightly, as if he had changed his face. I don't know if the grandma would recognize him?
As soon as he entered, he found the meditation room where he stayed last time.

As soon as I entered, I smelled a musty smell.

And among the musty smell, there is also some bloody smell.

At the position by the window, there are still a lot of scrolls and luggage left, all of which have been wet by the rain and are in a mess.

'It seems that many people died again. '

Jiang Ling found a clean place to sit down, and asked Nie Qian in a low voice, how many girl ghosts did grandma have under her command?

Nie Qiandao: "In the past, counting me, there were three of them. That's why the place is desolate. Ordinary passers-by are either businessmen or scholars and farmers. Most of them are men, and women are very rare. Therefore, grandma's subordinates Female ghosts, not many.

But grandma has a very good relationship with the Montenegro old demon. If she is missing a female ghost, she will ask for it or exchange it with the Montenegro old demon.The Montenegrin old demon has always given it this face. "

"What the hell is the Black Mountain old demon?"

To be sure, it is definitely not an official of the underworld.

However, it has great power in the underworld, and it can control the life and death of one ghost.

Nie Qian said: "Xiaoqian doesn't know what the old Black Mountain demon is, but she only knows that grandma treats it very politely. Ordinary little ghosts are not allowed to call him by his name directly. You must call him Master Black Mountain."

According to Jiang Ling's conjecture, the Black Mountain old demon might be the king of ghosts in the underworld.

Yin and Yang are actually very similar, the underworld of the underworld, and the imperial court of the Yang.

In Yangjian, apart from the imperial court, there are also bandits and bandits on many hills.In other places, there are even princes of the town.

They can control the power of life and death in the local area.

Conversely, in the underworld, besides the underworld, there are rumors that there are also five ghost emperors and ten yin commanders, and the forces among them are also intricate.

Like the Black Mountain Old Demon, they are probably like the bandit leader in the water and Liangshan, who can be king or hegemony in a certain side.

"And just wait for it to come to the door tonight."

Jiang Ling made some arrangements in the room, then settled down and rested.

He knew that the law body of grandma was behind the temple,
But as a tree demon, grandma would be useless even if she didn't kill the Yuan Ling.

As long as its root system is still there, it still has a chance to make a comeback.

What Jiang Ling wants to do is to wait for grandma's Yuan Ling to come to his door.

At that time, as long as grandma's spirit is destroyed, the big banyan tree behind the temple will wither and die on its own in a short time.

From day to night,
Apart from him, there was no one else in Lanruo Temple this time.

Before Youshi, everything was calm.

After the hour of You, there was some movement around the temple.

Jiang Ling listened intently, for a while it seemed that there were many people whispering in the courtyard, and for a while it seemed that there were children crying somewhere in the grass.

After a while, it looked more like an old woman crying.

These voices are not human voices, but from those beasts, which resemble human voices.

Jiang Ling lit a candle and picked up a book that was not seriously damaged from the ground to read.

On the first page it says [The Mandate of Heaven is Sex.Being straightforward is called the Tao, and cultivating the Tao is called teaching.The Dao is one that cannot be separated from it even for a moment, but it is not the Dao, so a gentleman is cautious about what he does not see].

Just looking at this sentence, Jiang Ling knew that this book should be "The Doctrine of the Mean".

When Xu time came, it was raining continuously.

As soon as the rain appeared, the chaotic sounds became less.

At the end of the Xu Dynasty, there was a sound of panicked footsteps outside, which finally came.

With brisk steps, she hurried to the door.

Leaning against the door frame, panting delicately.

is a woman.

Look at the beauty, it's very ordinary.Probably in this wilderness, it is really difficult to find a naturally beautiful female ghost like Nie Qian.

Therefore, once she left, grandma could only make up with other female ghosts casually.

"I'm very sorry for disturbing you late at night. I don't know that Mr. Xiaolang lives here, so I took the liberty to come here. I hope you don't blame him."

He doesn't look good, but this polite opening remark is very similar to Nie Qian's at the beginning.

Jiang Ling opened his eyes, smiled slightly, and wanted to lure grandma out, so the necessary foreplay is still indispensable.

"It's okay, aunt, are you on your way, or what? Why are you here so late?"

Female ghost: "..."

Auntie?

She stroked her wet hair and lowered her head slightly. Although she didn't look good, her figure was still somewhat feminine.

The scholars who stayed here a few days ago, she just seduced them a little, and they all fell under her pomegranate skirt.

However, no one, like the scholar in front of me, has ever called her Auntie!
This is because she is too old, what's the matter?

She slightly concealed her mood, and smiled, "Is it convenient for Xiao Lang to accommodate the little girl to take shelter from the wind and rain?"

Jiang Ling stretched out his hand to invite: "If you don't dislike it, you can do whatever you want. This is a ruined temple without an owner. Since you are here, you don't need to be polite."

The woman forced a smile on her face and stepped in.

When she reached the candlelight, she stretched out her hand to wring out her hair.

But as soon as the arm moved, the collar on the chest suddenly split, revealing a piece of white snow.

She groaned, quickly covered it with her fingers, and looked at Jiang Ling shyly.

If Jiang Ling is peeking at this moment, then she just has room to play.

However, when she looked towards Jiang Ling, she saw that his eyes were tightly closed, as if he had fallen into a dream.

Can't help feeling disappointed,

My old lady showed it to you, but you actually fell asleep?
(End of this chapter)