The quality trainer of the elf world

"Little brother, your candy tastes delicious. I owe you a favor. I'm a rough guy and I have nothing to say in return, but I can make sure you get out of this barren mountain safely."

Yan Yiqing patted her chest, and then patted the seat next to her, "Come, sit next to me, and I'll see which blind thing dares to take advantage of you!"

After he finished speaking, he seemed to glance at the statues outside the door and inside the house intentionally or unintentionally.

Now, everyone had roughly confirmed Yan Yiqing's identity, and felt much more at ease.

At least not under the same roof as an evil spirit.

Feng Mian nodded and sat down against him.

It wasn't because of his fiery eyes that he could tell that Yan Yiqing was a human being.

Instead, he caught a glimpse of the small writing on Yan Yiqing's silver cloth.

Diamond Sutra!

Although I didn't read all the content in it in my previous life, I still remember a small part of it. This is what I heard, the authentic part of Mahayana, the part of wonderful practice without abiding, the part of truthful seeing and so on.

Feng Mian didn't believe that an evil spirit would dare to run around wearing the Diamond Sutra. The big man in front of him must be a cultivator.

The two chatted about their experiences.

Feng Mian had read so many collections of stories from ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad. Although they were not as detailed as Yan Yiqing's, they still had a different flavor, and both of them listened with great interest.

In this way, the two of them chatted until late at night, until an escort came to the door to relieve themselves, but there was no movement for a long time.

"Where's the Jingshan man? He's been out for three-quarters of an hour to relieve himself. Why hasn't he come back?" The escort named Lao Cao nudged the person next to him.

But no one answered him.

At this moment, everyone in the temple was strangely quiet, with their heads lowered motionlessly.

Lao Cao felt something was wrong and turned his head to look. This sight made his heart jump into his throat.

What kind of companion is sitting next to him?Not even a human being.

Half of each waiter's face was rotted into minced meat, with clearly visible bloody eyeballs hanging on his chin, connected with veins and a bit of flesh, and dripping with pus.

The chest cavity had long since lost its internal organs, and was filled with apple-sized beast heads and slowly squirming poison. At this moment, they were staring at him intently through the skeleton on the chest.

"You call...me?" The man who was being pushed turned his head, his face full of sluggishness and slowness. The rotten flesh on his face exuded a disgusting stench, and the eyeballs hanging on his chin almost hit his old age. Cao's face.

A blast of cold air rushed directly to his Tianling Gai.

Lao Cao turned his head to avoid it, and for a moment, he also saw his own body.

Exactly the same!He looks exactly like his companions now!

The body was rotten, the body was mutilated, and the rotten flesh was covered with fat white maggots.

Suddenly, an inexplicable force came, making his thoughts become more and more sluggish, and his movements and expressions became closer and closer to those around him, as if he wanted to completely become like the people around him.

At the last moment, Lao Cao suddenly let out an unwilling shout.

When he opened his eyelids again, everyone looked at him. It was as if everything had never happened. There was no skeleton, no decay, and no monster.

"Lao Cao, are you having a nightmare?" A waiter touched him with his shoulder.

Lao Cao didn't speak, just wiped the cold sweat from his face and nodded slightly.

"I told you not to sleep. It's a shame that you can still sleep in this environment. You don't have nightmares!" Everyone laughed at him.

Lao Cao still didn't let go, so he asked in a low voice: "Where are the people from Jingshan?"

One of the guys replied with his mouth shut,

"Aren't you relieving yourself at the door? Here! Look, it's still there!"

Lao Cao followed his gaze, and sure enough, half of Jingshan's clothes were still fluttering under the eaves, and the palm of his left hand was still holding the door.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Because there was Liu'er in the house, we all agreed to relieve ourselves at the door, so that everyone could see the figure and feel at ease.

But Lao Cao still felt a little weird.

Did it take too long for Jingshan to urinate?It’s already half a stick of incense time.

"I advise you to go and see that companion named Jingshan. Sometimes seeing is not necessarily believing."

Yan Yiqing, who had been chatting with Feng Mian, suddenly said this, attracting everyone's attention.

He didn't care at all and continued to discuss the topic with Feng Mian, ignoring the others.

"Hey, Lao Cao, how about the three of us go take a look? It's just a matter of two or three steps."

When Liu Laoqi saw Qi Hongfu winking at him, he secretly complained in his heart, but he didn't dare to refuse, so he prepared to rope in two more people.

"Lao Cao and Niu Shi, you two and Liu Lao Qi go to the door to have a look. If you find something is wrong, come back immediately. We will hold you back from behind." Qi Hongfu also spoke. Although he said it very nicely, all three of them knew it. Once something happens, Qi Hongfu will never save them.

But there was no way, Qi Hongfu's martial arts was higher than everyone else, and he was the chief escort, so they didn't have to go if they didn't want to.

So the three of them supported each other and moved forward bit by bit. The steps were thinner than those of an unmarried woman.

Feng Mian looked at Yan Yiqing confused, not knowing what he was going to do.

According to common sense, people who practice Taoism will usually come to the rescue. How can there be any reason to put others in danger?

Seeing that the three of them had moved to the door, Feng Mian took out a flaming log from the fire and carefully placed it against the wall on the left.

He could see a bit of the scene outside the door on the right, where Jingshan relieved himself.

Whenever he found something was wrong, he would throw the flame in his hand. Even if it couldn't cause any harm, it might be able to alleviate the crisis for these three people.

As a modern person, Feng Mian believed that he still had some conscience. On the premise of ensuring his own safety, if he could save a life, there was a high probability that he would help.

Yan Yiqing, who was sitting cross-legged on the side, looked at Feng Mian, who was trembling all over, with a look of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

I am scared to death, but I can still help others. Yes, very good.

"Hey, Jingshan, have you finished peeing? Is it possible that you have a donkey's urine bag and want to pee until the river overflows?" Liu Laoqi didn't dare to step out of the threshold and asked Jingshan through the wall.

The light inside the temple is not very bright, and it can't even illuminate the door. It's good to be able to see a few people.

"It'll be ready soon..."

Jingshan's voice came from outside the door, and everyone could tell that something was wrong.

The three people who were close even got goosebumps.

The guy named Niu Shi was more nervous. He grabbed Jingshan's palm, pulled it and cursed: "Don't you think you are funny? It's fun to play with your grandpa in the middle of the night, isn't it? I can't beat you to death if I drag him in. What a fool!"

The moment he grabbed Jingshan's hand, the hand that was originally resting on the edge of the door was ripped off with a "swish".

Then the whole arm was pulled into the house by Niu Shi.

Jingshan outside the door was still answering:

"It'll be fine soon, it'll be fine soon...hehe..."