Senior sister's ruthless ways are crazy and sassy

Several rooms are decorated the same.

Xi Xingyuan was one step behind and closed the door after everyone entered.

The light from the window did not shine into his half-closed eyes.

After thinking for a while, he asked Wen Yinzhi: "What do you think of those rules?"

They are talking about the five rules listed by Shopkeeper Bai.

"It's strange." Wen Yinzhi lowered his head and looked at the table and chairs in front of him. "He means that there is no fire allowed here. The room is so dark. There may be something that we cannot see."

But there seemed to be no strange spiritual energy fluctuations in this room with an unobstructed view.

So what is this rule for?

"Is there anything special about this room?" Wen Yinzhi turned around and asked the others present.

Gong Liangyu and Heng Jing shook their heads, indicating that they had not noticed it.

Heng Jing guessed: "It can't be... the shopkeeper is afraid that we will burn down his shop, right?"

Since the rules of the ghost market are established, it means that they are restricting something.

If you are just afraid of burning down the store, then this rule is too childish.

Xi Xingyuan shook his head: "Besides this, there are two rules that I am very concerned about."

Wen Yinzhi asked: "What is it?"

"There is only one shopkeeper in such a big inn. Won't he feel tired to take care of it?" Xi Xingyuan stepped forward and touched the table and chairs. "If you use magic to take care of it, it will leave traces. .”

If you slack off in cleaning, dust will accumulate on objects.

Clean fingers mean that the room here is cleaned regularly.

No spell remains in the house.

Before choosing a room, Xi Xingyuan paid special attention to it. There were about ten rooms on this floor.

In addition to those downstairs, it would be very time-consuming for the shopkeeper alone to clean them.

But Shopkeeper Bai said that he is the only one in this inn.

Xi Xingyuan twirled his fingers and thought: "I have to clean it every day... If I tell you about being alone, I'm afraid there are some things in the inn that we don't know about."

What it is is unknown.

Next is another rule that Xi Xingyuan cares about very much.

"He added a sentence when he mentioned the window." Xi Xingyuan turned his head and looked at the window rails at the end of the room, "Why do we check the room after opening the window?"

Gong Liangyu and Heng Jing stood there, not daring to move.

After Jing Guan inspected the room, he sat on a stool and listened to the two people's analysis.

There is a teacup on the table and a pot of steaming water.

But Jing Guan did not choose to pour water, but just knocked on the table with his finger.

After attracting the attention of several people, he said: "Do you remember the room on the second floor?"

Xi Xingyuan thought of the gray corridor on the second floor: "Are you saying there is something fishy downstairs?"

"You are Taoists," Jingguan said in a lazy tone, "I am different from you, and many customs are different."

Taoism mostly talks about gods, demons and monsters, but Buddhism involves the same thing.

Jingguan said: "What a coincidence, I happen to know. Putting incense in front of the door is to worship ghosts."

"Sacrifice to ghosts?" Wen Yinzhi suddenly asked, "Is this a mortal custom of offering sacrifices to graves and lighting incense?"

During the Qingming Festival in the mortal world, people pay attention to sweeping graves and paying homage to their ancestors.

Light incense and candles, place offerings of fruits, and burn some Yin Si paper to express missing people.

"It's almost the same." Jingyuan nodded. "I took a look at that door just now. It's just a door that can't be opened. Even though the aisle has packed things, I still smell the incense."

Jingguan grew up in a temple. Although the inn was filled with the smell of paste created by shopkeeper Bai, Jingguan still smelled the hidden scent of incense.

It's very light, probably not the incense with spices added.

"There is a layer of dust on the aisle, but there are no footprints. This can only mean that the incense sticks were also absorbed." Jing Guan said, "I don't think what I came to offer was a good thing."

"If that's the case." Xi Xingyuan held a fan against his chin, "Maybe we can explain why we need to open the window and check the room."

If the second floor is full of imps raised by the shopkeeper, then it is very likely that those old residents will take the opportunity to enter the room when the window is opened.

Xi Xingyuan asked: "Can you feel those little ghosts on the second floor?"

"You think I'm a hound and can still smell it?" Jing Guan laughed, "I can't detect it. There is no ghost energy here. Rather than saying that it has not leaked out, I prefer to find some way to contain the ghost energy. .”

"Those paper figures don't have spiritual energy on them either." Wen Yinzhi thought along the mirror's words, "It seems that no one here has absorbed spiritual energy."

Xi Xingyuan banged the fan in his hand faster: "I didn't notice any evil spirit in Shopkeeper Bai."

Just like humans need to breathe to live, spiritual energy and the like will always be absorbed into the body along with breathing.

Such a process will produce some kind of subtle fluctuations that can be noticed by people.

But no.

There are too many secrets here, and no results can be found even after guessing.

Finally, Wen Yinzhi proposed a solution - to open the window to find out.

"It's not like we haven't dealt with ghosts before. There were a lot of little ghosts in that trial in the ghost world." Wen Yinzhi took a look and said, "They are all Buddhists. It should be easier than that kid Jingliu to chant sutras, right?"

Jingguan laughed out loud: "That kid Jingliu always likes to doze off in class. She and I are different."

Even if he can't speak, he still has those few relics that love chanting sutras, not to mention that his current cultivation level is in the combined realm and he has plenty of fighting ability.

Very few ghost cultivators can reach the Mahayana realm.

If he encounters it, consider him to be unlucky.

"Shopkeeper Bai also said that we shouldn't damage things." Xi Xingyuan had a headache, "If we really fight later, this snake demon won't be angry, right?"

The snake demon couldn't tell how much he was cultivated, but someone who could open a first-floor inn in a ghost market must be quite capable.

The consequences of being angry may be difficult.

"Take it easy." Wen Yinzhi thought, "It's not necessarily true that something will come in. It's all just our conjecture."

Xi Xingyuan's eyes were full of distrust that the sword cultivator could take it easy in a fight.

But window verification is indeed much more useful than random guessing.

"Let's go, let's go." Xi Xingyuan offered a protective talisman to cover the two young disciples Gongliang Yu Hengjing, "Come and take a look."

Wen Yinzhi was not really reckless.

Shopkeeper Bai said that you should stay in the room when Chen time arrives.

Since there are such rules, it means that the room is safe enough for strangers during this period.

If something does appear in the room after opening the window, it will be easy to fight.

Seeing that Jingguan and Xi Xingyuan were ready, Wen Yinzhi raised his hand and gently pushed the window open.

Without the obstruction of that layer of windows, the warm sunlight completely shined in.

Wen Yinzhi was able to see clearly what it looked like outside the window.

It is truly a sight to behold.

Under the sun, there is a small circular courtyard wrapped by houses. Between the black tiles and the courtyard wall, there is a large green tree that grows extremely well.

There are many dark red cloth strips tied to the green branches, swaying with the wind.

Like a sacred tree praying for blessings in the mortal world, there seemed to be some words written on the cloth.

The font is blurred and cannot be seen clearly.

Wen Yinzhi glanced down.

The open space in the courtyard below was completely covered with tree roots and covered with moss.

The roots of the tree also branched out into many slender branches, climbing up the wall of the house.

The green moss also has small purple flowers, which sway slightly in the sun with the waves of leaves.

The wind blew by, and amid the rustling of leaves, Wen Yinzhi saw a branch stretching out in front of the window, with a leaf hanging on it.

Its shape is similar to the leaves in the outside world.

Oval and fat.

The tip has a jagged shape, but the back is pure black.

When you look closely, you can see that the veins of the leaves are undulating like a living thing that can breathe.

"What a strange tree." Wen Yinzhi felt something was wrong and frowned, "This tree seems to be able to calm people's hearts."

Xi Xingyuan's voice suddenly sounded beside him, with a hint of anger: "Wen Yinzhi!"

Wen Yinzhi turned around and saw Xi Xingyuan hiding in the corner, pressing his hand holding the window railing with a fan, and showing several talismans with his other hand.

The Wangchuan Sword is suspended in mid-air.

White light flashed slightly.

Xi Xingyuan gritted his teeth: "Wen Yinzhi, what are you doing?"

He seemed to realize that his hand was competing with Xi Xingyuan.

Wen Yinzhi removed the strength from his hands and looked back at the room with some confusion.

Gong Liangyu and Heng Jing both showed their weapons, while Jingguan stood the stick in front of him, and the relics on the ring were chanting sutras non-stop.

Golden light filled the entire room, forming a confrontation with the land illuminated by the sun.

Not right.

I probably missed something.

Before he could ask, a rustling sound suddenly sounded in his ears.

"rustle--"

As the leaves swayed, Wen Yinzhi felt as if his hands had been burned by the sun, and the back of his hands stung a little.

Subconsciously, he wanted to retract, but was caught by Xi Xingyuan's fan.

"It can't be closed." Xi Xingyuan still hid his body in the shadow, "There is something in the room."

Wen Yinzhi took a look and didn't notice anything else in the room.

Xi Xingyuan glanced at Wen Yinzhi seriously: "You don't know?"

"I don't know." Wen Yinzhi shook his head, "I opened the window and saw a tree...Did anything happen during this period?"

Xi Xingyuan, who firmly blocked the window, said in a very calm voice: "So that's it."

"You just saw a tree?" Jingguan asked, "Don't you have any impression of what happened after opening the window?"

"Can you tell me what the tree you saw looks like?" Xi Xingyuan asked, "Describe it."

Wen Yinzhi described what he just saw: "A very ordinary tree, with roots climbing all over the wall, and leaves that are green on one side and black on the other. To be special...after seeing it, my thoughts stopped. .”

Open the window just to verify if anything is coming in.

So Wen Yinzhi was very wary at that time.

But after seeing the tree, Wen Yinzhi felt that his mind seemed to be bewitched to relax.

Bewitch...

Thinking of this word, Wen Yinzhi asked: "Did I do anything strange?"

"More than that." Xi Xingyuan replied, "You opened the window and immediately wanted to close it."

The rules say to carefully observe the room after opening the window.

After opening the window, looking at the relics on the stick in the mirror, I immediately seemed to be stimulated and kept chanting sutras.

Under such unusual circumstances, Wen Yinzhi still ignored it and planned to close the window directly.

It was Xi Xingyuan who noticed something was wrong and stopped him in time.

It seemed that Wen Yinzhi was hit the moment he opened the window.

This kind of speed cannot be matched by illusion.

"Are you sure you just saw an... ordinary tree?" Xi Xingyuan asked, "Just a tree?"

A pure heart talisman was attached to Wen Yinzhi's body, and the coolness hit his sea of ​​consciousness.

After doing all this, Xi Xingyuan continued: "Would you like to watch it again now?"

Wen Yinzhi turned his head and glanced at the tree.

Still the same as before.

It's just that there's something wrong in my mind.

This tree has too many roots.

"Does a tree have so many roots?" Wen Yinzhi asked softly, "It can cover the entire wall of a three-story building. Is this normal?"

"Squeak-"

The sounds one after another sounded like waves in Yun Ci's ears.

Yanqu's voice became even more panicked: "Senior sister, what did you do in the room?"

It seems that everyone heard this sound.

Yun Ci turned around and looked at the other half of the room, which seemed very quiet.

It's strange, why is Wen Yinzhi and the others so quiet as if they didn't notice the movement?

She asked: "What did you just do?"

"No!" Yan Qu seemed to realize that the sound was not caused by Yun Ci and the others, "Floor! The floor was moving just now!"

Lu Lingyou suddenly shouted eagerly: "Senior sister!"

Countless black roots rolled into the room from the cracks in the window and rushed towards Jingliu and the others, but were repelled by the protective golden light.

It makes the characteristic sizzling sound when meat is burnt.

The retracted roots allowed Yun Ci to see clearly the scene in front of him.

Under the white wall that was shattered due to the protruding roots, there was a red wall that looked like blood.

The strong smell of blood hits your nostrils.

A curse word came from Yan Qu from the other side of the transmission talisman: "Why are there so many hairs! Senior sister, are you okay?"

Yun Ci paused slightly while avoiding the roots: "What did you just say? Hair?"

"Yeah, there's so much hair coming out from under the floor, it's so disgusting!"

As if fighting those disgusting hairs in his mouth, Yanqu's voice paused for a moment.

When he spoke again, his tone was breathy: "Senior sister, how is the situation over there? Do you want us to come find you?"

"No need." Yun Ci simply said with horror, "Chen time is coming soon, you should stay in the room."

One of the rules that shopkeeper Bai once said: When the time of the day comes, strangers should stay in the room.

Zhong Changxu's voice came: "Where are Wen Yinzhi and the others? I contacted them just now, but no one responded to me!"

"I didn't hear you." Yun Ci drew his sword and cut off the roots that came towards him. "Are you sure you encountered hair? Did the wall change?"

"No." Zhong Changxu replied, "I don't know why these hairs are everywhere. The wall is still fine."

Yun Ci lowered his eyes and looked at the roots that she had cut off on the ground and gradually stopped squirming in the black and red blood.

It sounds like the anomalies in the two rooms are not the same.

This is intriguing.

Come to think of Wen Yinzhi, what they were going through in their room was also there.

"You try to find the source of the hair." Yun Ci said quickly, "dig out that thing."

Zhong Changxu hummed: "Okay."

The roots entangled on the wall that I saw before were all alive, and they were constantly attacking the people in the room.

Jing Liu stood in front of Cen Liu, protected by the golden light. Those roots did not dare to do anything to the two of them.

Angry Chan's eloquent ability automatically turned on: "Master said that I was indeed short of wood in my life, but I didn't expect that this was too enthusiastic. These tree roots are as thin as the wings of a cicada. How thin are they? As thin as a cicada. Wing. Although this looks like the legendary soul returning to its hometown, I feel that I still have one breath to continue living. The puppy at the entrance of Qinghu Temple smells good. It is so powerful and wise. I want to give it a gift. A bone of flesh and blood. I am afraid that my uncle was tripped up by some sister again, and he is so ignored."

The Buddha's light was made even brighter by the nonsense.

So much so that the targets of those root attacks mostly focused on Yun Ci and Lu Lingyou.

The black ones are thin and long, like silk threads.

This made Lu Lingyou inevitably think of some bad experiences: "Why is it the line again? Are we in conflict with the line?"

Yun Ci held the sword and cut off the roots that were wrapped around the back with his backhand. After listening to Lu Lingyou's words, he frowned and looked at it.

The roots all over the house are indeed somewhat similar to the silk threads in the stone temple.

Could it be that the person behind the stone puppet statue is the innkeeper?