Golden Stage

King Qi dizzyly got up and said, "What, what's the matter ..."

Yan Xiaohan looked in horror at the people behind them.

Ren Miao held the burning stick in her left hand, frowning and moving her right hand, as if twisted to her wrist with a sudden force. Realizing Yan Xiaohan's gaze, he looked up and smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, I was impatient, didn't I hurt?"

His burning fire stick had been next to Yan Xiaohan before, and they were at the door. Yan Xiaohan went to rescue the king, and Ren Miao went to get the burning stick. The distance between the two was about the same, but he could still rush in the room. Before the fall of the beam, Yan Xiaohan and Qi Wang were both tossed away by one stick. Regardless of this amazing arm strength, the speed of this interaction is not something ordinary people can do.

His skill and reaction are even faster than Yan Xiaohan, but in this case, why can Yan Xiaohan easily grab his baggage when approaching the door?

Either he suddenly broke out in a critical moment, or ... he was playing pigs and eating tigers.

The idol was split into pieces, Ren Miao came over and fiddled with a burning stick, saying: "The temple is not safe, who knows for a while ..." He remembered the prophecy like the crow's mouth, and swallowed the second half , Said: "Forget it, let's go out first."

Yan Xiaohan raised Wang Qi silently.

Strange to say, after they went out, the thunder waned and the thick clouds dispersed. After chopping this thunder, the rain stopped. Everyone looked up at the sky, doubting and confused, with inexplicable awe, and even some people kneeled in court and silently recited the Buddhist scriptures.

King Qi was in danger, he cleaned his clothes, and paid tribute to Ren Miao, saying, "Thank you for your help."

Ren Miao held the burning stick in one hand, covered the bucket with one hand in her head, and smiled indifferently: "What's this, if you didn't take me in, you won't have this one later ... by coincidence, who said How accurate. "

Yan Xiaohan said, "You're leaving?"

Ren Miao took the horse and said, "The rain stopped, and the temple was destroyed. Isn't it going to wait for the next wave of thunder and thunder?" He slumped on his horse and arched his hands toward everyone, heartily: "You, There will be a period later, see you in Jingzhou City in Japan! "

After that, he urged the horse to move forward and walked away without looking back.

King Qi sighed, "It's an adventure."

Yan Xiaohan glanced at his right eye inconspicuously, staring at the slender back riding the dust, always feeling that the matter was not over.

In the early morning of the same day, they endured drowsiness and rushed to the nearby village to check in with the local people. The local name is Xishan Village, under the jurisdiction of Jingfeng County of Jingzhou, and the folk customs are simple. When a foreigner arrived, the village chief and the clan elders greeted each other warmly. Not only did they arrange a place for them, but they also sent their families to eat.

Qi Wang couldn't bear to go to sleep, Yan Xiaohan took a nap, still remembering what happened last night, and found the local people to inquire about the fox fairy temple in the suburbs.

Some elderly people still remember the temple, saying that it was originally the fox fairy who showed the spirit. Before the flood, the villagers were told to evade in advance, but they caused the disaster by being leaked, and were hacked by thunder. worship. It just seemed that the fox fairy never showed its spirit again, and the temple was gradually abandoned.

Last night, the thunder was certainly not human, but it was just a coincidence that it was unjustly cut on the statue. Is it really some kind of warning from heaven?

Legend has it that the fox was robbed by the sky for leaking it, so what is the so-called "sky" in the Fox Fairy Temple?

He was thinking about concentration, and suddenly there was a knock on the door of "Tuk Tuk". Someone said in the yard: "Anyone? Passing by your land, can you stay here for one night-"

With a squeak, the door of the house opened, and Yan Yan's face was cold and expressionless.

"Yo," Ren Miao said, "It's you again! Fortunately, fortunately!"

Yan Xiaohan couldn't find a little "fortunate" with a look on his face, and said coolly, "fortunately."

"Fate, it's wonderful," Ren Miao sighed, tied the horse to the yard, and walked familiarly into the house. "Have me halfway, and stuck me to death. Big brother, it's easy to do it, borrow you This room makes me sleep. "

Yan Xiaohan didn't budge, didn't move, and said, "No."

"how?"

"I'm a family man," he said. "It's inconvenient to mix with outsiders. You have to choose another place."

Ren Miao: "... No, I am a seven-foot man, what else can you do? Are you so scared ... wife?"

Yan Xiaohan said, "The insider is also a man. Forgive me."

Ren Miao: "..."

"Okay," he waved helplessly, "I'm looking elsewhere ... really ..."

Ren Miao left without words. Yan Xiaohan went out and went to King Qi first. When he saw that he was not awake, he told his subordinates to wake up and protect King Qi ’s safety. He went around the village and saw Ren Miao falling firewood in the courtyard next door. Stayed in the room and went around behind the village. Farmers in the distant paddy fields work, children play, and women gather at the waterside to wash rice and wash rice. They all look normal and quiet.

Maybe he was worried, but the thunder that almost split his head was always lingering in the shadow like a shadow, Yan Xiaohan walked around aimlessly, and when the consciousness went his own way, he was already standing in front of the village shrine.

The ancestral hall is heavy, outsiders collide is taboo. Yan Xiaohan turned to leave, but his too sensitive ears caught a little unusual movement. It seemed that someone was whispering behind the room, and he happened to miss a sentence or two, which he listened to. .

"... Here are the foreigners, the festival tonight ..."

The voice was getting closer and closer, Yan Xiaohan's thoughts moved, and his body was as light as a bird's nest, and the whole person climbed the eaves silently and silently, hiding in the shadow under the eaves.

The head of the village and a lean young man who had seen in the morning came out from behind the house and said, "... Guangping, they haven't waited more than fifteen, and they will do it tonight. You ask your mother-in-law to add some medicine to the meal. Put them down and drag them out tomorrow, as long as you don't get in the way. I think those people are dressed in good satin, and there are a lot of good things in their luggage ... "

Yan Xiaohan understood that these people were planning to give them medicine, but did not understand what the "ceremony" is. This seems to be a ritual only qualified for participation in the village, but even if it is worshipping ghosts and gods, what can be seen?

What does the phrase "wait less than fifteen" mean?

When the two men walked away, Yan Xiaohan leaped from the roof, landing lightly like a cat. He stood upright, intending to sneak away without knowing the ghost, stepped back, suddenly turned back suddenly, just with A pair of dark eyes at the end of the promenade met his gaze.

The ancestral hall was originally gloomy. The man was still hiding behind the porch, showing only a pair of dark eyes, without talking, and staring straight at him.

Suddenly there was a cold air on the back of Yan Xiaohan's spine, and the cold sweat came down.

He kept his footsteps, and looked at him as calmly as possible. The first thought that flashed in his heart was to simply kill the mouth, so as to avoid much trouble.

He put his hand behind his back, and the knife hidden in his sleeve had slipped to the palm of his hand. At this moment, the man suddenly came out from behind the pillar, and finally glanced at him, turned around and ran away—it was just a dying child.

With Yan Xiaohan's skill, as long as he thought, it was not difficult for the child to end up on the spot. Just when it was time to take a shot, his almost non-existent cowardly heart suddenly moved, and the knife clasped in his hand did not eventually throw out.

It is said that after being married, mischievous people will have an extra layer of scruples and converge. Yan Xiaohan had not experienced it before, but now he really felt that there was another force blocking it. He couldn't help but think of Fu Shen. If he were here, what choice would he make? .

He always held Fu Shen's thoughts too high. This illusion made him soft-hearted and brought him a series of unpredictable consequences.

If Fu Shen is really present, he will first stun the child with a hand knife and then slap him awake. When someone does something bad, they have to close it tightly, even if they don't die. How can they really let go?

Yan Xiaohan casually returned to the house where they lived, and awakened King Qi, telling them not to touch any fresh water given by the villagers, and immediately set off for Huangfeng County at noon.

A group of people were busy for a long time with a set of cars and luggage, packed up and stopped, Yan Xiaohan lied to rush to the road, resigned to the village chief, and left some money. The money can make the ghosts grind. The village chief was a little puzzled. When he saw the money, he forgot everything and promised.

Yan Xiaohan left with the convoy, and when he completely broke out of the boundary of Xishan Village, he asked King Qi and others to take a step ahead, turning his horse, and then quietly returned to the woods outside Xishan Village.

He remembered when he left the village. Ren Miao lived in the courtyard next to him. The man was able to wake up with his own footsteps. It didn't make sense for them to pack their luggage with great fanfare. Instead, he didn't hear or even showed up.

After all, Ren Miao saved his life, Yan Xiaohan was ashamed to receive the favor, he should pull him or pull him, and said that he would take him away after he figured out what the ceremony was anyway.

Half a day later, the twilight came, the dusk was approaching, and the village was lit with scattered lights. Yan Xiaohan took the twilight cover and slipped into the village shrine along the road in the morning.

The village chief and the elders of the clan gathered outside the ancestral hall, and there were three scooters in the patio decorated with colorful flowers. Each car lay a person in plain clothes, and the sky was dim. I do n’t know if they are dead or alive. I just listen to an old tribe in the atrium: "It's all ready, it's time to go."

A few young men approached and pushed up the scooter, a group of people lit up white paper lanterns, and slowly went out. The scene seemed to be a funeral for the deceased, and it seemed extremely clear and weird when dusk was about to end.

Yan Xiaohan wanted to look behind them, who knows to look down, this child did not know where to come out this morning, and spoke directly to the eaves where he had been hiding in the day, mouth opened and closed, but No sound was made.

It turned out to be dumb.

No one appeared, the child's face appeared blank, and repeated several times, this time Yan Xiaohan finally saw his mouth, he said "Are you there?"

Maybe it was the morning's cowardly mood that hadn't completely subsided. Yan Xiaohan always looked at the child and felt that he wasn't malicious, and that a small child could not pose a threat to his big man. He groaned a little, feeling that he couldn't give up the clue that he had brought to the door, stepped out of his hiding place, dunked his sword with his hand, and asked calmly, "Are you looking for me?"

The child turned back suddenly, like a pale little ghost. When he saw him, he hurriedly made two gestures with his hands to signal him to follow him. Yan Xiaohan didn't know what he wanted to tell himself, so he led the way. The two walked around and came to a courtyard behind the ancestral hall.

The child led him to a house and pointed him at the door to let him in.

Yan Xiaohan whispered, "Aren't you going in?"

The child shook his head vigorously, showed him the bruise on his arm, and made a "hit" gesture.

Yan Xiaohan understands that this is probably a confidential place in the village. Ordinary people are not allowed to enter, otherwise they will be beaten like this child.

He nodded and said, "Thank you."

The child stepped back, Yan Xiaohan gently pushed open the wooden door and walked in.

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