Don't touch my tomb!

While Bai Hezi was reciting the mantra of passing away in the backyard, Qin Xiaocong explained a few words to Jiaojiaoyue, and left the Baihe Temple quietly.

As for the hole in the roof... Let's talk about it later!

At this time, the night was deep, the wind had gradually stopped, and the fog gradually began to form in the Horseshoe Mountain.

After Qin Xiaocong left the Guanmen, he walked towards Jincheng, and he didn't see the master and servant of He Lang for a long time.

"Strange..." Qin Xiaocong stopped and looked around, and said to himself, "Are they walking so fast? That little fat man is still sleeping like a pig. Could it be that He Lang left him alone and left?"

"Hey, so scary..." A burst of crying came suddenly, and as the crying approached, the fog became thicker.

"Go, go, go!"

"Stop whining, he won't listen to your tricks at all, scaring me to death..."

"Who is there?"

……

I saw a group of graceful women floating quickly.Yes, they were floating, none of them had their feet touching the ground, their whole bodies were translucent, their clothes fluttered, and their crisp breasts were half exposed.If it is not at night, this scene is very pleasing to the eye.

The group of women bumped into Qin Xiaocong's face, and the Congyu around Qin Xiaocong's waist trembled excitedly.

"Stop!" Qin Xiaocong stopped them, ""The Night Banquet of Twelve Women"! This is such a coincidence, come back soon."

The group of women were stunned, and when they saw Qin Xiaocong, they all backed away as if they had seen a ghost.

Qin Xiaocong was stunned, "What do you mean, I'm Qin Xiaocong, don't you remember?"

"Night Banquet of Twelve Women" is one of the countless murals in the tomb. It is painted in the form of objects, and depicts the scene of twelve kinds of musical instruments transformed into a scene of women having fun in the middle of the night. As soon as you approach the painting, you can hear Their sweet laughter.

Qin Xiaocong worked hard to find the spiritual objects in the tomb, but he didn't expect to bump into a group of them walking at night, which is really great!

However, the twelve women didn't seem very happy, they looked at each other, and suddenly scattered like birds and beasts!

"Run away!"

"That rude Qin Xiaocong is here again!"

"Goodbye, sisters!"

……

A gust of fragrant wind flew around, and when Qin Xiaocong reacted, they didn't even leave a ghost behind.Probably in order to hinder Qin Xiaocong's actions, they scattered a burst of incense powder, which made Qin Xiaocong sneezed for a while.

Qin Xiaocong wiped away his snot and tears, not quite understanding: what's going on here, why don't they want to go back to the tomb, stay outside and wait for the thunder to strike again?

After the twelve girls disappeared, the fog also dissipated. Qin Xiaocong saw He Lang as soon as he raised his eyes, and He Lang happened to look over.

He Lang was meditating under a tree by the side of the road, and Liu Fu fell asleep not far from him.

"What a coincidence." Qin Xiaocong waved at him.

He Lang said: "Unfortunately, I was waiting for you."

Well, I always feel that it is very strenuous to chat with him.Seeing that he was still meditating, Qin Xiaocong took the initiative to walk over and sit down next to him.

As soon as he got closer, he realized that something was wrong with He Lang. His cheeks were flushed, and beads of sweat still hung on his forehead...

"Are you hot?" Qin Xiaocong asked.

He Lang glanced at him, then shifted his eyes to other places, "A little bit. Did you meet those female ghosts too?"

"You said twelve...they," Qin Xiaocong sighed, "They all ran away, and one of them was not caught!"

"You seem to know them?"

"...I've seen it before, it's the first time I know they hate me so much." Qin Xiaocong was slightly disappointed.He thought he was friends with the spiritual creatures in the tomb, but suddenly he found out that he was so disgusted, and he felt really uncomfortable.

"You are young, but you have many adventures." He Lang said.

Hearing him mention the age issue, Qin Xiaocong smiled, leaned against the tree trunk with his arms pillowed, and said proudly: "I am much older than you, definitely beyond your imagination."

"Is it comparable to the big toon, who regards [-] years as spring and [-] years as autumn?"

Qin Xiaocong was stunned, "It should be incomparable."

Qin Xiaocong actually didn't know how old he was.It must have been thousands of years since he was born with spiritual consciousness, but it took nearly a few hundred years to cultivate a spiritual body. Anyway, no matter how you calculate it, he must be bigger than He Lang who is a mortal.

He Lang let out a breath slowly, the thin sweat and blush on his face had completely subsided, "I'm laughing."

Qin Xiaocong didn't quite understand, "What?"

Seeing that his expression was pure, not fake, and there was nothing unusual about him, He Lang was slightly startled, then shook his head, "It's nothing. Liufu, get up."

He Lang's voice was not loud, but Liu Fu jumped up suddenly as if struck by lightning, shaking his head for a while, probably because he found that he had suddenly fallen asleep in the wilderness, and was shocked, "Young master, there is indeed a problem with the Taoist temple!"

"What's the problem?"

Liu Fu said: "It's haunted! As soon as I entered the door, I felt very dark, as expected. How did we get out?"

While speaking, Liu Fu suddenly felt a gust of wind passing behind his ears, he didn't dare to turn his head, and suddenly realized that He Lang hadn't spoken just now, then, who was asking him?

Liufu felt that He Lang was always looking behind him.Liufu was about to cry, "My lord, don't scare me, is there anyone behind me?"

He Lang nodded.

A hand suddenly put on Liufu's shoulder, "Whose house is haunted?"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

It took a long time for Liufu to calm down, and he found that it was Qin Xiaocong who was hiding behind him to scare him, not the ghost he imagined, and started rambling again, "Young master, you are really serious, and you didn't even remind me? Why did you let him follow us?" Well, he looks very suspicious, is that Taoist temple a place where people live..."

When Liufu calmed down, their master and servant went on the road together with Qin Xiaocong. Along the way, Liufu was thinking about it.

Liufu probably knew that He Lang forbade him to discuss right and wrong, so he kept controlling the volume, "buzzing" like a fly.

From Qin Xiaocong's point of view, a master like He Lang is really magnanimous, and he didn't directly cast a spell to silence Liufu.Unlike the aloof owner of the tomb, as long as Qin Xiaocong said a few more words, he would be silenced.He just saw him lying alone all day, unable to speak or move, so boring, he couldn't help but want to chat with him.Of course, this kind of chat was only output by Qin Xiaocong unilaterally, and the owner of the tomb never responded.

Liufu was still thinking about it, seeing him, Qin Xiaocong would think of the golden toad next to the owner of the tomb, fat and stupid, he could always criticize Qin Xiaocong every day.The golden toad was the only living creature in the entire tomb, and I don't know how it got in. After entering the toad, it lingered in the tomb and did not leave. Its greatest ability was to make noise.

Probably it thinks that it is a living thing, so it is a bit nobler than Qin Xiaocong and other spiritual creatures. It seems to be in charge of its own affairs. It can't do this or that, and criticizes everything it sees.

Thinking of that golden toad, and looking at Liufu in front of him, Liufu's fat face and Jinchan's bulging cheeks overlapped together, Qin Xiaocong couldn't help laughing.

Lufu sensitively said, "Are you laughing at me?"

Qin Xiaocong shook his hand desperately, "No, hahaha!" He smiled and bent over, grabbed He Lang's arm with one hand, trembling all over, "Hahaha!"

Confused and angry, Liufu noticed that Qin Xiaocong was almost half hanging on He Lang's body, but He Lang still didn't push him away, and couldn't help but stepped forward to pull him, "Don't arrest our young master!"

He Lang suddenly said, "Quiet."

Qin Xiaocong stopped laughing, he heard it too, it was Heming again!

The voice was too shrill, as if he was in great pain.

Liufu looked around, "What are you listening to, why didn't I hear anything?"

He Lang said: "It's the voice of resentment. If you spend half of the time wasted on talking and cultivating the Tao, you can also hear it."

Liufu lowered his head in grievance.

Qin Xiaocong sympathized with Liufu, and He Lang's words were true, not very harmful but extremely insulting, which made it impossible to refute.

"Let's go." He Lang said.

Qin Xiaocong nodded, just as he took a step, a sharp pain hit his back, and he lost consciousness all at once.