Chapter 862 The Living King of Hell
The sun rises and shines on the world.
Lanruo Temple, in a dark place, Nie Xiaoqian looked at the dazzling sunlight outside and carefully stretched out a palm.
When the sun fell on her hands, she felt warmth instead of stinging. Her eyes instantly became uncontrollably moist, and tears rolled in her eyes.
Three hundred and ninety-one days.
She finally felt the warmth of the sun again.
Can cry, laugh, and can freely come and go in the sun. What is the difference between this kind of ghost and human beings?
At this moment, she gave up the idea of reincarnation in her heart.
For ghosts like sewer rats, reincarnation is a very bright thing.
But for ghosts and monsters who can gain light, who is willing to cut off their true self in this life to achieve another self in the next life?
After a long time, Nie Xiaoqian woke up from a dream, quickly reached out to wipe away the tears on her face, and turned around to go back to her room.
Compared to the benefits that weirdo brought to me, what is cleaning?
"Click, click..."
Time passes.
When Xiaoqian was wiping the floor in Qin Yao's room with a white towel wrapped around her head, bent over, her hands pressed on a mop, there were sudden bursts of strange noises on the roof planks.
"Taoist Master Qin..."
Xiaoqian paused and turned to look at the burly figure sitting cross-legged on the bed.
Qin Yao slowly finished his work and looked up. He looked through the wooden board and saw six mummies wrestling together.
"If they like fighting so much, let them go out and fight." After a while, he looked back and said lightly.
Nie Xiaoqian: "..."
After leaving this door, do these corpse demons still have a way to survive?
You are the real living king of hell.
Just sighing with emotion, as a maid, she did not dare to disobey the other party's order. She raised her hand and released a white silk ribbon, which passed through the six corpse demons smoothly and pulled them down from the roof together. Carrying it and throwing it out of the room.
“Nourishing, nourishing, nourishing…”
After seeing the sun, the corpse demon twitched for a moment, and was eventually turned into puddles of white liquid by the sun, which solidified on the ground.
"Whoosh."
Nie Xiaoqian turned around and made a hand gesture. The white silk that flew out immediately turned around and flew back, wrapping circles around her waist.
——
Two hours later.
The sun sets in the west.
Nie Xiaoqian untied the white towel on her head, slowly came to Qin Yao, bowed and saluted: "Taoist Master, I have cleaned the inside and outside of Lanruo Temple. Please check."
"No need." After checking, all your seriousness and hard work are in my eyes." Qin Yao waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's getting late, let's go to the street, please. You eat."
Xiao Qian blinked and had to remind: "Taoist Master, I am a ghost and cannot eat."
"From virtuality to reality, refinement. Just grains."
Qin Yao took out the Book of Heaven from his hands, rubbed it gently with his fingers, and directed a stream of light towards the other party with a snap of his fingers.
Xiaoqian knew that Qin Yao would not hurt her, so she did not dodge or dodge, letting the light hit her chest and blend into her soul.
In an instant, a feeling like a rebirth swept through all her senses...
"Thank you, Taoist Master." Xiaoqian's heart trembled, and she quickly knelt down to thank her.
Qin Yao put away the Book of Heaven and said seriously: "Don't kneel down all the time, I don't like it."
"Yes." Xiaoqian stood up quickly, with a well-behaved look on her face.
From getting the urn for her, to casting the light-avoiding spell on her, and now turning reality from emptiness to reality, she admired this benefactor beyond measure, and gradually developed a heart of respect.
Soon, Qin Yao drew a talisman on the gate of Lanruo Temple to prevent outsiders from entering at will, and slowly led Nie Xiaoqian through the Wolf Forest to the main street of Guobei County.
“What a beautiful woman.” “This is the fairy in the painting.”
“Don’t look at it, don’t look at it, or I’ll blind you. …”
Since Xiaoqian did not cover her veil, she would become the center of attention wherever she went, attracting countless attention and confusion.
"Taoist Priest, do I need to cover it up?" Xiaoqian was not used to this feeling, and was even more afraid of getting into trouble.
Qin Yao said lightly: "You are upright and aboveboard, why should you cover your face for the eyes of others?"
Xiao Qian said truthfully: "I'm afraid I will cause you trouble."< br>
Qin Yao smiled, and his increasingly majestic expression became much softer: "Do you think I am someone who is afraid of trouble?"
Xiaoqian: "..."
She seemed to be eager for someone to cause trouble so as to relieve her boredom.
"Miss, buy a painting. Look how much this painting looks like you. It seems to have been copied after you." As she walked, an art dealer with plaster on his temple suddenly spoke to her repeatedly. Wave and shout.
Xiaoqian glanced at it and stopped.
“Like it?” Qin Yao asked.
Xiaoqian hesitated to speak, and then said: "No, no, let's go to eat first."
Qin Yao glanced at the picture of the official lady washing her hair in the art dealer's hand, turned around and left with Nie Xiaoqian.
A moment later, the two came to a restaurant. Qin Yao told Nie Xiaoqian to order food, while he quietly walked from the restaurant to the painting stall on the pretext of cleaning his hands.
“It’s you.”
The painting stall owner laughed immediately after seeing him, and said with a knowing smile: “Are you here to buy that painting?”
Qin Yao: "How much?"
"Ten taels of silver." The lion, the owner of the painting stall, opened his mouth.
Qin Yao took out one tael of silver from his Taoist robe and threw it on his table: "Sell it or not?"
Not to mention ten taels of silver, that is, one hundred taels, one thousand taels. It's nothing to him, but he just doesn't like the feeling of being cheated.
The painting stall owner: "I said ten taels, but you only gave one tael, but there is no such thing as a counteroffer."
Qin Yao smiled and reached for the one tael of silver: "Forget it if you don't want to sell it."
"Wait."
The painting stall owner slapped the folding fan on that spot. On the two pieces of silver, he said with a look of reluctance: "Just one tael, you are the first guest today, I can't let you get away."
"Roll it up and give it to me." Qin Yao commanded.
Later.
Qin Yao returned to Xiaoqian with empty hands, sat on the chair opposite her, and looked at the four dishes and one soup on the table: "Why did you only order so many?"
"I think it's enough for us. Just eat." Xiaoqian smiled slightly.
Qin Yao nodded and picked up the chopsticks: "Eat first, don't worry about it if it's not enough."
"Wow~"
While Xiaoqian was slowly tasting the taste of the food, It suddenly rained heavily outside the inn, and gusts of cold wind howled into the shop.
"When you are in a good mood, even watching the rain is good." Xiaoqian turned to look at the hurried pedestrians outside the window and said sincerely.
Qin Yao raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Is this enough?"
"If you are reborn, what else is there to be dissatisfied about?" Xiaoqian murmured to herself.
"Shopkeeper, collect the bill." At this time, a scholar wearing a blue gown hurried into the shop carrying a book box and came to the shopkeeper who looked like a philistine.
After receiving the word "collection", the shop owner immediately stopped smiling: "The heavy rain can't stop you debt collectors, you are so annoying!"
(End of this chapter)