It is said that Master is a recipient [Quick Transmigration]

Li Wenmao was speechless for a moment, with tears still in his eyes, looking at the two with a little embarrassment.

Ting He didn't bother to pay attention to his complicated mood, and immediately asked: "And then?"

"Then?" Li Wenmao was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "Then I ran out of the temple! Let's not talk about this, let's run quickly, lest those ghosts come out later and don't know what to do Woolen cloth."

As Li Wenmao said, he leaned sideways against the base of the wall, moved his body sideways with very funny movements, and at the same time greeted Tinghe and the other two.

"Why are you two dumbfounded, hurry up and follow!"

It is impossible to run, even if you run, you will not do useless work like Li Wenmao.

Ting He shook his head, "Second Young Master Li, let's go first, Yun Gui and I have things to do."

"Is there anything else to do?" Li Wenmao asked subconsciously, and seeing that Tinghe and Zhanyun didn't turn their heads back, they rushed into the temple, stamping their feet anxiously.

"Hey, you two, why are you running back again!"

Seeing that the two of them were about to run away, Li Wenmao gritted his teeth and followed him cruelly, muttering: "Even if it's doing good deeds for Yue'er..."

Many people in Lingqi Temple still ran out from the inside, their faces were panicked, their steps were messy, they just wanted to run quickly, and no one paid attention to the fall of people beside them.

Tinghe and Zhan Yungui headed upstream, even pulling up a few people who were about to fall to the ground along the way.

The further you go, the fewer people there are, until finally no one is there.

Ting He hurried to the main courtyard of Lingqi Temple, expecting to see corpses lying all over the place, but he didn't even see a ghost corpse, but there was a strangely dressed Taoist priest standing in the center.

Whose Taoist priest not only hangs a sword on his back, but also carries a long piano, dust whisk, wine gourd... a mess of things?

"Who are you? Why are you here? And other people in the temple?" Ting He asked three questions cautiously.

The Taoist stepped on the stone pier with one foot, glanced back at Tinghe, said nothing, and pointed to the front right.

Looking in the direction of his finger, the monks in Lingqi Temple were all intact or sitting or leaning in the meditation room, but they looked a little sluggish mentally.

Ting He walked over and said, "Aren't you injured? Where are the ghost corpses that suddenly appeared?"

The chief abbot of the temple propped up his knees and stood up from the ground: "Thank you for your concern, the poor monk and others are fine. As for the ghost corpses that suddenly appeared, it was thanks to the timely appearance of the Taoist priest that the poor monk was able to let the poor monk come back. The monks and others will be spared."

Ting He raised his eyebrows slightly, it seems that the Taoist priest's identity is not simple.

I don't know where it came from, but in his memory, there has never been such a person in Qingjiang City.

"Then have you ever seen Master Ming Ci?" Ting He asked again.

Now the chief host showed doubts, but the weird Taoist priest replied to Ting He: "Run away."

The strange Taoist seemed to be very dissatisfied with Mingci's escape, and his tone was filled with resentment: "That bald donkey ran around like a loach, and even burned my 'Evergreen'!"

Only then did Ting He notice that at the tip of the weird Taoist's whisk, there were a few strands of scorched and yellowish black stag tails.

"If this Daoist priest sees him again, he will have to pluck all the hair on his body!"

Ting He: "..."

No matter how angry the weird Taoist was towards Mingci, there was no way to deal with Mingci today.

Ting He was indescribably disappointed.

After all, Mingci is an unstable factor with a strong desire for revenge, so keeping it is always a disaster, and it is not impossible to come to Zhan Yungui for revenge.

The disappointment seems to have infected Zhan Yungui, Zhan Yungui lowered his eyes softly, raised his hand and patted Ting He's head for the first time: "Your subordinate is fine, young lady...you don't need to worry about me."

"What's more." Zhan Yungui's eyes flickered slightly, "Even if the monk really came to the door, the subordinates are sure to let him go and never return."

Hearing this, Ting He felt better again.

Zhan Yungui got the ghost beads to restore his strength, and his self-protection ability became stronger. Even if he meets the ghost emperor in the future, he still has a chance of survival.

Seeing the interaction between the two, the weird Taoist snorted softly from his nose, curled his lips, turned around and left very simply, leaving a chic background for everyone.

Tinghe didn't even have time to ask the Taoist priest's name.

When Li Wenmao hurried over, Ting He and Zhan Yungui had already left.

"Huh... why are you coming out again? Where are those ghosts?" Li Wenmao panted. Although the journey was short, he was afraid that a ghost would come out from somewhere and bite him.

Under the tense mind, a lot of strength wasted.

Ting He walked out, and said: "The ghosts have been taken care of by people. If you don't go down the mountain, why are you still staying here?"

Li Wenmao: ... I'm still worried about you, but you treat me like this.

It is very wronged.

With the help of the mysterious Taoist, the cholera on Lingqi Mountain gradually calmed down.

After the Master of Qingjiang City learned what had happened in Lingqi Temple, he was furious and summoned all the guards in the city to search closely, and Mingci was bound to be arrested and brought to justice.

At the same time, a large number of ghost exorcists were invited to go to Lingqi Mountain, seal the courtyard on the side of Lingqi Mountain, and thoroughly clean up the missing ghost corpses, so as not to run down the mountain again and hurt innocent people.

Of course, these have nothing to do with Tinghe.

At this moment, Ting He was standing straight in the middle of the hall, looking at his nose and heart, sadly accepting what Li Peiyu said to him.

"...How many times have I told you to protect yourself, take care of your own safety, and don't always put yourself in danger, but what about you? You didn't even say hello, and ran directly to Lingqi Mountain!"

"Not to mention that Lingqi Temple is so far away from Qingjiang City, just the sight of ghost corpses in Lingqi Mountain is enough to show how dangerous the mountain is, not to mention the fact that so many people died!"

"Have you ever thought about it, if you were the one who had the accident this time, what would you do for my mother..."

As Li Peiyu said, she stretched out her hand, making a gesture to wipe away her tears.

Ting He couldn't help saying silently: "I'm doing well... Besides, my mother clearly knew about my going up the mountain..."

"How dare you talk back!" Li Peiyu stared at him, and began to talk to Ting He again.

Tinghe had no choice but to endure another round of spurs from Li Peiyu.

At the end, Li Peiyu drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, and shot at Mr. Ting who was watching the theater leisurely: "You just know how to sit, so why don't you come over and say a few words for me!"

Master Ting, who was stabbed innocently, coughed lightly, and said with a serious face: "It is true that you two did something wrong this time, but considering that you are only a first-time offender, I won't say anything more, I just hope that such a thing no next time."

Ting He and Zhan Yungui responded at the same time: "Yes."

Master Ting nodded slightly: "However, those who should be punished still have to be punished. He'er was fined to be confined in the room for three days, and he was not allowed to go. As for Zhan Yungui, as He'er's personal guard, you still took him to such a place. The dangerous place is your dereliction of duty."

"I will punish you to kneel in the firewood room for three days."

Regarding the decision of punishment, Zhan Yungui agreed directly without hesitation, but Tinghe was dissatisfied after hearing this: "Father, this time it is my order to go to Lingqi Temple, it has nothing to do with Yungui, and his fault is not his."

However, Master Ting has made up his mind, no matter what Ting He says, it is useless: "Okay, before I change my mind, go down and receive the punishment."

"father……"

Ting He wanted to persuade him again, but Zhan Yungui had already accepted the order, and turned around to go out to receive the punishment.

In desperation, Ting He had no choice but to obey Master Ting's orders, and stayed in the room for three days with nothing to do, worried about Zhan Yun's return.

When the time came for three days, Ting He didn't even bother to drink his saliva, and trotted all the way towards the woodshed.

Passing through several corridors, and then bypassing the huge rockery in front, is the firewood house of the court.

Except for the handymen and the guards of the mansion, there are very few people here, but he didn't want to, just before Ting He walked to the huge stone rockery, he heard a sharp female voice.

"Stinky boy! It's your honor to let this girl look at you! I advise you not to toast or eat fine wine, otherwise..."

Just listening to the first sentence, Ting He's face was already downcast, and his eyes were flushed with anger. Before the maidservant could speak, she appeared directly and said sullenly: "Otherwise, what will happen? Let me listen too, how about it?"

"Little...Miss..."

Seeing Ting He suddenly, the servant girl was so frightened that her legs went limp, and she and another servant girl beside her fell to the ground with a bloodless face, trembling uncontrollably.

"Miss, I... I just, just..." The maid hesitated for a long time, unable to utter a complete sentence, she was so anxious that she burst into tears.

Ting He watched coldly, unmoved by the maidservant's pitiful appearance, and what she said made the maidservant even more terrified: "As a servant, one should act like a servant. Since I don't want to be a maidservant anymore, I want to be a 'Miss' ’, then our court will not be able to accommodate your big Buddha.”

"Come here, send them to the 'Pity Dance Building', let her experience what it's like to be a 'Miss'."

The Lianwu Building is a famous brothel in Qingjiang City, and the maid knew this very well, her face paled in an instant, and she desperately begged for mercy: "Miss, I was wrong, I will never dare again, please let me go, please Miss please..."

The maid fell to the ground and knelt miserably, trying to grab Ting He's clothes and beg for mercy.

It's a pity that soon the guards who were ordered came forward and pulled her down together with another maidservant. They did not move in the slightest, leaving no room for them to resist.

After dealing with the two maidservants, Ting He entered the firewood room with a sulky stomach, closed the door behind his back, and then spread his feet indistinctly, and sat directly opposite Zhan Yungui.

His peach blossom eyes were still glowing red, like the peach blossoms in full bloom in spring, burning brightly, and Zhan Yungui's slightly tired face was reflected in his dark pupils.

"Why haven't I heard you talk about it?"

Ting He thought about it carefully, the maid's tone was very familiar, and from what she said, it must be that this kind of threat is not the first time.

But he had never heard Zhan Yungui mention it.

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