Eliminate Demons in Lin Zhengying's World

Chapter 1236 Portrait of Xiaoqian, go to the ancient temple!

Ye Fan's eyes were attracted. There was a portrait on the calligraphy and painting stand. The person in the picture had fluttering clothes and black hair like a waterfall. I don't know who painted it. It was lifelike. It was Nie Xiaoqian who looked somewhat similar to Xiao Zhuo.

The owner of the calligraphy and painting stall was a wretched-looking middle-aged man with bullshit plaster on his face.

He boasted that he was shaking his feather fan chicly, and when he saw Ye Fan and Yan Chixia in front of the booth, he smiled and said: "Seeing that you two have extraordinary temperament, especially this young man's temperament is out of the world, he must be of high aspirations. There are quite a few calligraphy and paintings, the young master will definitely like them, just pick them at will."

Hearing this, Yan Chixia was speechless.

Shit's ambition is elegant, isn't it just a bunch of erotic pictures?

She was complaining in her heart, but Yan Chixia's eyes were fixed on those paintings, and she was about to bleed out.

Ye Fan pointed to Nie Xiaoqian's painting: "How much is this painting?"

The calligraphy and painting stall owner rolled his eyes and pinched his beard: "It's not expensive, you can take it home with ten taels of silver."

Ye Fan asked with a half-smile, "You think I'm ignorant of the world and you take me for a fool?"

The owner of the calligraphy and painting booth smiled and said: "Hehe, the young master is an expert! Disrespect and disrespect, five taels of silver, can't be less."

"One tael of silver." Ye Fan raised a finger and shook it.

Seeing that Ye Fan was about to leave, the owner of the calligraphy and painting stall gritted his teeth and said, "Deal."

He collected this calligraphy and painting for only a few tens of pennies, and if he sold it for a tael of silver, he made a fortune.

This kind of calligraphy and painting is naturally valuable in prosperous times, but in troubled times, it is not as valuable as a meat bun.

In the middle and late Ming Dynasty, there were constant natural disasters and man-made disasters. There were Japanese pirates outside and demons inside. It is absolutely not an exaggeration to say that it was a chaotic world.

Ye Fan, who had seen the movie, naturally knew how much the painting was worth, so he was too lazy to entangle with the owner of the calligraphy and painting stall, dropped a tael of silver, took down Nie Xiaoqian's portrait, turned and left.

Yan Chixia leaned forward and snickered, "Ye Zhenjun, you're really good at it, I didn't expect it to be so good."

"Okay?" Ye Fan asked knowingly.

In fact, he bought this painting to lure Nie Xiaoqian out, and his ultimate goal was to lure out the tree demon.

In order not to startle the snake, Ye Fan did not walk in the sky, but followed Yan Chixia towards Lanruo Temple.

Lanruo Temple is three and a half miles east of Guobei County, where there is a lot of woods, and Lanruo Temple is located in the woods.

At this moment, the silver moon is rising in the east, and the shadows of the trees in the forest are mottled and shadowy, and the wind is blowing.

"Ow! Ow!"

In the woods, there was a vague howl of wolves, and the two shuddered.

"That's how it is here. I've lived here for two or three years, and it's pretty clean." Yan Chixia said nonchalantly.

Ye Fan didn't care, the coercion was released slightly, and the beasts were frightened immediately, and they ran away with their tails between their legs.

In the woods, the trees are lush and overgrown with weeds.

Looking up, there are strips of teng mang hanging on the tree like snakes, entangled and intertwined.

A bluestone trail full of trousers and fallen leaves leads to Lanruo Temple. The breeze blows and sweeps the fallen leaves forward. It seems that there is something leading people forward in the dark.

The further you go, the darker and gloomy it becomes, and the moonlight is almost swallowed up.

"Daoist Yan, you live here anyway, why don't you clean it?"

Ye Fan joked half-jokingly.

Yan Chixia waved her hands and said, "The desolate suburbs and wild mountains, why waste all that effort?"

Following the bluestone path, after walking for a quarter of an hour, I finally saw a simple and simple stone tablet that was Zhang Xu high.

On the stone tablet are engraved three simple and vicissitudes of life, mottled with the traces of the years.

Lanruo Temple!

"Woooo!"

"Bell! Ding!"

Suddenly, the dark wind howled past, and there was a faint sound of bells in the wind.

"Ok?"

Ye Fan raised his eyebrows, his eyes flickered lightly, he saw the dense old trees, the branches swaying in the wind, and the eaves of a temple not far in front were looming.

Seeing this, Ye Fan restrained his breath without leaking anything, and looked like an ordinary person, only the breath was released quietly.

You clearly felt a gloomy wind flashing through that gust of wind just now.

Unexpectedly, Yan Chixia was with her, and there were evil spirits who dared to wander out.

Chapter 1237 The ancient temple is dark and gloomy!

Slightly stamping his feet, Ye Fan showed no abnormality, followed Yan Chixia and walked forward, saying calmly, "Daoist Yan, your house is a little dirty! You are back, and all these things have come out to welcome you."

Yan Chixia's oily and tender face was slightly hot, and she said with embarrassment: "Ye Zhen..."

"You can just call me sir." Ye Fan interrupted, so as not to scare away the evil spirits.

"Mr. Ye has worked. Lanruo Temple is originally a nest of demons and evil spirits. I am not good enough to clean it up. I can only live here. If someone comes in and sleeps, I can drive them away."