Quick Transmigration:He's Affected Again

Qiu Liyi also wanted to say something, Chen Yan opened his mouth: "in this case, then the meaning of the princess."

Liang Cheng was embarrassed, but Qiu Liyi was obviously happy.

After entering the room, Chen Yan's little disciple also came in.

The younger disciple murmured and complained: "master, they asked you to go to the capital city, but they were so upset with you. In my opinion, we should not go to pray for the late queen if we stay well in our temples. How can you come with such small things?"

Chen Yan sat up on the bed, and the rosary beads gently knocked on the head of the little disciple, "and said nonsense again. You can go back to sit still for half an hour and sleep again

"Shifu ~" the little disciple and he were coquettish. Chen Yan was not moved and sat upright.

Finally, the little disciple Wei Qu Baba left, and Chen Yan looked at the room.

Perhaps because of his body, he can clearly see that there is a light golden mist in this room that the royal family once had, and the faint black air left by the snake just released from the system. The two kinds of breath blend and repel each other.

Chen Yan blew out the candle and leaned slightly against the wall, sitting still and reciting the Buddhist scriptures.

He's coming.

All Chen Yan can do is wait.

Buddha said that there is a cause, there will be results, the world only see Li Muyan turned into a fierce ghost, and very few people can see his miserable death. The noble childe of a noble family died miserably. On the way to see off his relatives for his sister, he was rich and prosperous all his life, but he became the ghost outside the ruined temple.

Some people will say that even though he has suffered such tragic things, he should not do harm to others. The truth is this truth, but not everyone is a saint, a saint can be open-minded, and for a person who died miserably, it can only be accompanied by dirty resentment.

In the middle of the night, there was a faint ringing of bells outside the deserted ancient temple.

The flowers of early spring fall, and the wind outside will roll up the layers of flowers, making a rustling sound, like a delicate and gentle footstep sound, as if there is a gorgeous ghost riding on the moonlight, smiling and looking forward to beautiful eyes, carefully painted leather bags, to lure the common people into the ultimate degradation.

The candle that had been extinguished in the room was suddenly lit up, slightly weak and trembling, just like a child who had just learned to walk.

At this time, the sound of the bell outside was more obvious. It was hoarse and deep, but it was gloomy and chilling. This temple has been abandoned for hundreds of years, and there is no monk here. Who is ringing the bell?

"Bang -" a gust of wind blew the door.

It was late June, but the wind blowing in at the moment was chilly, and because of the rain outside, it carried moisture. In addition, it was accompanied by a strong smell of blood.

Chen Yan suddenly opened his eyes, and the Golden Buddha light appeared all over his body, reflecting the golden splendor of the room.

There was a man in red standing beside the lacquered vermilion wooden door. His black hair was almost black to blue, and his pupils were also black to weird. A beautiful face was reflected by the red lantern in his hand. His lips were red as if smeared with blood. His other hand was holding a red oil paper umbrella, which was gorgeous and evil. He was not a stranger.

The man in red opened his mouth frivolously: "it is clear that I came with the royal dignity. How did I become a bald donkey?"

As he said, he stepped into the room with one foot, and his smile was dazzling.