Chapter 1781
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Because the living Bodhisattva is too greedy for life and afraid of death, the only way to set off his mystery.
A moment later, the house door was opened from the inside. The man who opened the house door was a young man, wearing a round collar green robe and carrying a lantern in his hand. He opened a crack in the door first and saw that there were only two people outside, so he could safely open the door.
"Ah!"
But after he opened the door, the Pulsatilla suddenly appeared in front of him, standing in the dark fog and looking down at him, especially the white hair and half of the evil face under the white head, all clearly fell into the little boy's eyes, scared him to scream, and the lantern in his hand was thrown away by him.
The boy was sweating and fell to the ground. His whole face was filled with panic.
It is rumored in Chang'an that the ghost house is Jiuyou hell, and those who live in the house will become the evil ghost of hell. However, compared with the Pulsatilla, the "evil ghost" of Xiaosi is simply out of class.
Even in the little boy's eyes, the Pulsatilla is the devil of hell.
At that time, the boy held his hands on the ground, kept shrinking back, and trembled, "you, who are you looking for?"
The Pulsatilla did not look at him, but moved his eyes to the depths of the ghost house. There were no common wall photos in the ghost house. The neat green bricks paved under his feet extended to the low eaves hall not far away. He could see clearly the furnishings in the hall. They were all brand-new as usual, but they were not popular at all, as if they were deliberately placed there.
But the Pulsatilla's eyes seemed to penetrate the hall and look somewhere behind the hall. If he expected it right, the living Bodhisattva was there.
At the same time, although Fang Quan feared the theory of gods and monsters, after the boy appeared, he realized that although the fog was strange and inexplicable, the ghost house under his feet was indeed human territory.
He put his awe behind him. There was no fear at all. Instead, he bullied his body and pulled up the little Si. With his big figure, the little Si was lifted by him like a chicken and trembled in his hands.
Fang Quan asked, "you are so unreasonable. Since we came here, we naturally see the living Bodhisattva. Where is the living Bodhisattva? Ask him to come out and see me."
Facing the pressure of the square fist, the boy swallowed his saliva hard and said in horror: "good man, hero, the villain doesn't understand what you're talking about..."
Before the boy finished, Fang Quan was angry. They all came to the door. They dared to deceive him when they were young. Didn't they deliberately amuse him?
"I've found my husband. How dare you speak hard? It seems that you don't know what's good or bad if you don't give you a beating!"
Then Fang Quan raised his fist and saw that he was about to fall on the little boy's hand, but he was suddenly stopped by the Pulsatilla and said, "Lao Fang, let him go first."
Hearing the words of the Pulsatilla, Fang Quan was immediately puzzled and asked suspiciously, "what, let him go?"
The white head nodded and said coldly, "he just opened the door. Even if you really kill him, what's the use? And without him to lead the way, even if we enter the ghost house, it's difficult to find a living Bodhisattva."
But Fang Quan quit and argued, "this guy has a hard mouth and doesn't give him some prestige. How can he take us to the living Bodhisattva? Don't you see he's still arguing?"
The Pulsatilla looked at the young man and saw that the young man was no longer frightened. Instead, his eyes turned disorderly and he didn't know what he was thinking. However, it is certain that when the young man knew their intention, he had recovered from his panic and even recovered his nature to inquire about their true identity.
If the enemy comes to the door, even if he breaks the sky, he will not tell the whereabouts of the living Bodhisattva, but if it's someone else, it should be decided as appropriate. This is also the task given to him by the living Bodhisattva.
What's more, he was arranged here by the living Bodhisattva. He must be the confidant of the living Bodhisattva. Even if he can't look back on death, he can't betray his master until the last moment.
However, due to Fang Quan's concern, the Pulsatilla had expected: "trust me, let him go first."
Fang Quan was helpless, so he had to let go of hate, dodged to the side and sulked, and looked at the Pulsatilla to see what he could do to make the little boy willing to take them to the living Bodhisattva.
The Pulsatilla went to the lantern, picked up the lantern on the ground first, and then went to Xiaosi and handed it to him. The lights in the lantern also lit up his face and made the recovered Xiaosi feel uneasy again.
When he handed the lantern to the boy, the Pulsatilla said quietly, "the wise man doesn't talk in secret. Since we find here, the living Bodhisattva must be seen. I don't have to be perfunctory. Please lead the way for us."
The boy stepped back half a step, looked at the Pulsatilla in shock, took the lantern carefully, and said sadly, "Dalang, I really don't know who the living Bodhisattva is, and I can't lead you the way."
It seems that as expected, the Pulsatilla was neither angry nor angry, but his eyes became cold and his tone was more sombre: "really? I can give you half a column of incense time to go back to the common disease living Bodhisattva and say that I Pulsatilla came to see you..."
At this point, the Pulsatilla paused and then added, "if he doesn't know who the Pulsatilla is, he'll say it's me. I don't have anything in summer. I'll come to see you tonight."
Hearing the words "no summer", the little boy, who was still in shock, suddenly changed his face and even became extremely pale. Against the background of the dark fog, he was like a piece of soaked Ivy paper. He was frightened by the Pulsatilla and was afraid many times.
Obviously, he not only heard the name, but also heard it more than once. He knew the meaning of the name, so he would be so frightened.
So that after a long time, he recovered from his fear and carefully tried to say, "Mr. dare to ask, once he was handsome?"
The Pulsatilla looked at the boy with a cold voice: "if there is no one in Chang'an, it should be me."
Although the lad had expected something, he was still crying bitterly after hearing the Pulsatilla admit it himself. Who did he get into trouble with, but he got into trouble with this fierce God. Even if the Pulsatilla fell down, his once fierce power is still there. Can he shake it?
So at this moment, while his face changed one after another, the boy who hesitated before dared not deliberately refuse, but smiled and said politely: "it's Mr. Xia who came. It's all because the villain has no eyes. Please forgive Mr. Xia. My big stall said that whenever Mr. Xia comes, just take you to see him. Sir, please go this way."
While talking, the young man led the way in front and had reached the low eaves hall. However, no matter how he looked, he seemed to be running away, but due to the identity of the Pulsatilla, he had to harden his head, keep a sufficient distance and lead the way wholeheartedly, so as not to annoy the Pulsatilla and bring himself unwarranted disasters.
With the fierce power of the Pulsatilla, even if he is killed on the spot, I'm afraid that after the living Bodhisattva knows it, he won't die for nothing because he is evil with the Pulsatilla.
After all, this kind of thing has happened many times.
Moreover, in his impression, the Pulsatilla is not only fierce and frightening, but also moody. Even if it is on the way, it is better to believe its existence or not, or to hide.
But he was quite puzzled about how the Pulsatilla suddenly came to the door at this time, and then remembered that two days ago, the living Bodhisattva specially told him that if the Pulsatilla came to the door recently, just take it to meet him.
So that the young man guessed that the living Bodhisattva really expected things like God, and even knew that the Pulsatilla would come long ago.
As for why the Pulsatilla came, he did not dare to ask the living Bodhisattva, nor did he dare to ask the Pulsatilla. He could only do his job well and had better avoid the evil god quickly.
But at this time, the square fist came close to the white headed Weng and whispered, "there's nothing wrong in summer. The living Bodhisattva knows we'll come, so he's waiting for us long ago. We have to be careful. Don't turn over the boat in the gutter and get into someone else's pocket."
The Pulsatilla was a little silent and his eyes flickered inexplicably. He seemed to be considering something and seeing through something. As a result, he was in ups and downs. He even smiled, and then broke the silence and said, "this matter seems to be more and more interesting. It seems that the position of the living Bodhisattva is not different from what I guessed."
At this point, he paused for a moment again, looked back at the gate of the ghost house and the rolling fog, and continued to mutter, "but you're right, we should be careful."
While talking, the young man, with Pulsatilla and square fist, had passed through the low eaves hall and came to the back of the hall. Behind the hall, there was a broad back garden, with a forest of fake stones and various flowers in bloom, especially peonies of various colors, and green bamboos, blue orchids and yellow chrysanthemums. The whole courtyard was fragrant.
On the North-South meridian of the flower garden, a winding winding water flows through. Under the quiet night sky, it makes the sound of running water, which is particularly pleasant to hear.
But such a beautiful scenery, accompanied by bursts of fog, seems neither fish nor fowl, but reveals strangeness everywhere.
Imagine that a ghost house is so vibrant, orderly and beautiful. How can it not be strange?
What's more strange is that in the center of the flower bed, a thousand year old locust tree with more than a dozen people embracing it is showing huge branches and leaves, which stand there like blocking the sky and the sun. The branches and leaves Shua shake in the secluded objects and cast a large shadow, just like a little ghost jumping.
At the foot of the Millennium locust tree, the flowing winding water flows around. It looks rich, but it sets off more gloomy.
"Bang bang!"
At that time, the Pulsatilla and them walked to the Millennium locust tree. Just when Fang Quan wanted to ask, not to find a living Bodhisattva, why did they come here, the boy had already walked to the trunk of the Millennium locust tree. In Fang Quan's stunned eyes, he stretched out his hand and gently tapped on the branches of the locust tree three times.
It was these three sounds, as if they came from the empty and distant hell, that came out of the trunk.
In other words, the Millennium locust tree is hollow in the middle. If it is a solid ancient tree, it should be a dull sound, but it will never be so empty.
So that Fang Quan couldn't believe how the tree with luxuriant branches and leaves could still be so luxuriant after being hollowed out?
However, these are only minor details and have nothing to do with his purpose of coming here. After the boy knocked, the original Millennium locust tree broke a crack in the middle, revealing a little light, which was pushed away from the inside like a door.
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Because the living Bodhisattva is too greedy for life and afraid of death, the only way to set off his mystery.
A moment later, the house door was opened from the inside. The man who opened the house door was a young man, wearing a round collar green robe and carrying a lantern in his hand. He opened a crack in the door first and saw that there were only two people outside, so he could safely open the door.
"Ah!"
But after he opened the door, the Pulsatilla suddenly appeared in front of him, standing in the dark fog and looking down at him, especially the white hair and half of the evil face under the white head, all clearly fell into the little boy's eyes, scared him to scream, and the lantern in his hand was thrown away by him.
The boy was sweating and fell to the ground. His whole face was filled with panic.
It is rumored in Chang'an that the ghost house is Jiuyou hell, and those who live in the house will become the evil ghost of hell. However, compared with the Pulsatilla, the "evil ghost" of Xiaosi is simply out of class.
Even in the little boy's eyes, the Pulsatilla is the devil of hell.
At that time, the boy held his hands on the ground, kept shrinking back, and trembled, "you, who are you looking for?"
The Pulsatilla did not look at him, but moved his eyes to the depths of the ghost house. There were no common wall photos in the ghost house. The neat green bricks paved under his feet extended to the low eaves hall not far away. He could see clearly the furnishings in the hall. They were all brand-new as usual, but they were not popular at all, as if they were deliberately placed there.
But the Pulsatilla's eyes seemed to penetrate the hall and look somewhere behind the hall. If he expected it right, the living Bodhisattva was there.
At the same time, although Fang Quan feared the theory of gods and monsters, after the boy appeared, he realized that although the fog was strange and inexplicable, the ghost house under his feet was indeed human territory.
He put his awe behind him. There was no fear at all. Instead, he bullied his body and pulled up the little Si. With his big figure, the little Si was lifted by him like a chicken and trembled in his hands.
Fang Quan asked, "you are so unreasonable. Since we came here, we naturally see the living Bodhisattva. Where is the living Bodhisattva? Ask him to come out and see me."
Facing the pressure of the square fist, the boy swallowed his saliva hard and said in horror: "good man, hero, the villain doesn't understand what you're talking about..."
Before the boy finished, Fang Quan was angry. They all came to the door. They dared to deceive him when they were young. Didn't they deliberately amuse him?
"I've found my husband. How dare you speak hard? It seems that you don't know what's good or bad if you don't give you a beating!"
Then Fang Quan raised his fist and saw that he was about to fall on the little boy's hand, but he was suddenly stopped by the Pulsatilla and said, "Lao Fang, let him go first."
Hearing the words of the Pulsatilla, Fang Quan was immediately puzzled and asked suspiciously, "what, let him go?"
The white head nodded and said coldly, "he just opened the door. Even if you really kill him, what's the use? And without him to lead the way, even if we enter the ghost house, it's difficult to find a living Bodhisattva."
But Fang Quan quit and argued, "this guy has a hard mouth and doesn't give him some prestige. How can he take us to the living Bodhisattva? Don't you see he's still arguing?"
The Pulsatilla looked at the young man and saw that the young man was no longer frightened. Instead, his eyes turned disorderly and he didn't know what he was thinking. However, it is certain that when the young man knew their intention, he had recovered from his panic and even recovered his nature to inquire about their true identity.
If the enemy comes to the door, even if he breaks the sky, he will not tell the whereabouts of the living Bodhisattva, but if it's someone else, it should be decided as appropriate. This is also the task given to him by the living Bodhisattva.
What's more, he was arranged here by the living Bodhisattva. He must be the confidant of the living Bodhisattva. Even if he can't look back on death, he can't betray his master until the last moment.
However, due to Fang Quan's concern, the Pulsatilla had expected: "trust me, let him go first."
Fang Quan was helpless, so he had to let go of hate, dodged to the side and sulked, and looked at the Pulsatilla to see what he could do to make the little boy willing to take them to the living Bodhisattva.
The Pulsatilla went to the lantern, picked up the lantern on the ground first, and then went to Xiaosi and handed it to him. The lights in the lantern also lit up his face and made the recovered Xiaosi feel uneasy again.
When he handed the lantern to the boy, the Pulsatilla said quietly, "the wise man doesn't talk in secret. Since we find here, the living Bodhisattva must be seen. I don't have to be perfunctory. Please lead the way for us."
The boy stepped back half a step, looked at the Pulsatilla in shock, took the lantern carefully, and said sadly, "Dalang, I really don't know who the living Bodhisattva is, and I can't lead you the way."
It seems that as expected, the Pulsatilla was neither angry nor angry, but his eyes became cold and his tone was more sombre: "really? I can give you half a column of incense time to go back to the common disease living Bodhisattva and say that I Pulsatilla came to see you..."
At this point, the Pulsatilla paused and then added, "if he doesn't know who the Pulsatilla is, he'll say it's me. I don't have anything in summer. I'll come to see you tonight."
Hearing the words "no summer", the little boy, who was still in shock, suddenly changed his face and even became extremely pale. Against the background of the dark fog, he was like a piece of soaked Ivy paper. He was frightened by the Pulsatilla and was afraid many times.
Obviously, he not only heard the name, but also heard it more than once. He knew the meaning of the name, so he would be so frightened.
So that after a long time, he recovered from his fear and carefully tried to say, "Mr. dare to ask, once he was handsome?"
The Pulsatilla looked at the boy with a cold voice: "if there is no one in Chang'an, it should be me."
Although the lad had expected something, he was still crying bitterly after hearing the Pulsatilla admit it himself. Who did he get into trouble with, but he got into trouble with this fierce God. Even if the Pulsatilla fell down, his once fierce power is still there. Can he shake it?
So at this moment, while his face changed one after another, the boy who hesitated before dared not deliberately refuse, but smiled and said politely: "it's Mr. Xia who came. It's all because the villain has no eyes. Please forgive Mr. Xia. My big stall said that whenever Mr. Xia comes, just take you to see him. Sir, please go this way."
While talking, the young man led the way in front and had reached the low eaves hall. However, no matter how he looked, he seemed to be running away, but due to the identity of the Pulsatilla, he had to harden his head, keep a sufficient distance and lead the way wholeheartedly, so as not to annoy the Pulsatilla and bring himself unwarranted disasters.
With the fierce power of the Pulsatilla, even if he is killed on the spot, I'm afraid that after the living Bodhisattva knows it, he won't die for nothing because he is evil with the Pulsatilla.
After all, this kind of thing has happened many times.
Moreover, in his impression, the Pulsatilla is not only fierce and frightening, but also moody. Even if it is on the way, it is better to believe its existence or not, or to hide.
But he was quite puzzled about how the Pulsatilla suddenly came to the door at this time, and then remembered that two days ago, the living Bodhisattva specially told him that if the Pulsatilla came to the door recently, just take it to meet him.
So that the young man guessed that the living Bodhisattva really expected things like God, and even knew that the Pulsatilla would come long ago.
As for why the Pulsatilla came, he did not dare to ask the living Bodhisattva, nor did he dare to ask the Pulsatilla. He could only do his job well and had better avoid the evil god quickly.
But at this time, the square fist came close to the white headed Weng and whispered, "there's nothing wrong in summer. The living Bodhisattva knows we'll come, so he's waiting for us long ago. We have to be careful. Don't turn over the boat in the gutter and get into someone else's pocket."
The Pulsatilla was a little silent and his eyes flickered inexplicably. He seemed to be considering something and seeing through something. As a result, he was in ups and downs. He even smiled, and then broke the silence and said, "this matter seems to be more and more interesting. It seems that the position of the living Bodhisattva is not different from what I guessed."
At this point, he paused for a moment again, looked back at the gate of the ghost house and the rolling fog, and continued to mutter, "but you're right, we should be careful."
While talking, the young man, with Pulsatilla and square fist, had passed through the low eaves hall and came to the back of the hall. Behind the hall, there was a broad back garden, with a forest of fake stones and various flowers in bloom, especially peonies of various colors, and green bamboos, blue orchids and yellow chrysanthemums. The whole courtyard was fragrant.
On the North-South meridian of the flower garden, a winding winding water flows through. Under the quiet night sky, it makes the sound of running water, which is particularly pleasant to hear.
But such a beautiful scenery, accompanied by bursts of fog, seems neither fish nor fowl, but reveals strangeness everywhere.
Imagine that a ghost house is so vibrant, orderly and beautiful. How can it not be strange?
What's more strange is that in the center of the flower bed, a thousand year old locust tree with more than a dozen people embracing it is showing huge branches and leaves, which stand there like blocking the sky and the sun. The branches and leaves Shua shake in the secluded objects and cast a large shadow, just like a little ghost jumping.
At the foot of the Millennium locust tree, the flowing winding water flows around. It looks rich, but it sets off more gloomy.
"Bang bang!"
At that time, the Pulsatilla and them walked to the Millennium locust tree. Just when Fang Quan wanted to ask, not to find a living Bodhisattva, why did they come here, the boy had already walked to the trunk of the Millennium locust tree. In Fang Quan's stunned eyes, he stretched out his hand and gently tapped on the branches of the locust tree three times.
It was these three sounds, as if they came from the empty and distant hell, that came out of the trunk.
In other words, the Millennium locust tree is hollow in the middle. If it is a solid ancient tree, it should be a dull sound, but it will never be so empty.
So that Fang Quan couldn't believe how the tree with luxuriant branches and leaves could still be so luxuriant after being hollowed out?
However, these are only minor details and have nothing to do with his purpose of coming here. After the boy knocked, the original Millennium locust tree broke a crack in the middle, revealing a little light, which was pushed away from the inside like a door.
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Because the living Bodhisattva is too greedy for life and afraid of death, the only way to set off his mystery.A moment later, the house door was opened from the inside. The man who opened the house door was a young man, wearing a round collar green robe and carrying a lantern in his hand. He opened a crack in the door first and saw that there were only two people outside, so he could safely open the door."Ah!"But after he opened the door, the Pulsatilla suddenly appeared in front of him, standing in the dark fog and looking down at him, especially the white hair and half of the evil face under the white head, all clearly fell into the little boy's eyes, scared him to scream, and the lantern in his hand was thrown away by him.The boy was sweating and fell to the ground. His whole face was filled with panic.It is rumored in Chang'an that the ghost house is Jiuyou hell, and those who live in the house will become the evil ghost of hell. However, compared with the Pulsatilla, the "evil ghost" of Xiaosi is simply out of class.Even in the little boy's eyes, the Pulsatilla is the devil of hell.At that time, the boy held his hands on the ground, kept shrinking back, and trembled, "you, who are you looking for?"The Pulsatilla did not look at him, but moved his eyes to the depths of the ghost house. There were no common wall photos in the ghost house. The neat green bricks paved under his feet extended to the low eaves hall not far away. He could see clearly the furnishings in the hall. They were all brand-new as usual, but they were not popular at all, as if they were deliberately placed there.But the Pulsatilla's eyes seemed to penetrate the hall and look somewhere behind the hall. If he expected it right, the living Bodhisattva was there.At the same time, although Fang Quan feared the theory of gods and monsters, after the boy appeared, he realized that although the fog was strange and inexplicable, the ghost house under his feet was indeed human territory.He put his awe behind him. There was no fear at all. Instead, he bullied his body and pulled up the little Si. With his big figure, the little Si was lifted by him like a chicken and trembled in his hands.Fang Quan asked, "you are so unreasonable. Since we came here, we naturally see the living Bodhisattva. Where is the living Bodhisattva? Ask him to come out and see me."Facing the pressure of the square fist, the boy swallowed his saliva hard and said in horror: "good man, hero, the villain doesn't understand what you're talking about..."Before the boy finished, Fang Quan was angry. They all came to the door. They dared to deceive him when they were young. Didn't they deliberately amuse him?"I've found my husband. How dare you speak hard? It seems that you don't know what's good or bad if you don't give you a beating!"Then Fang Quan raised his fist and saw that he was about to fall on the little boy's hand, but he was suddenly stopped by the Pulsatilla and said, "Lao Fang, let him go first."Hearing the words of the Pulsatilla, Fang Quan was immediately puzzled and asked suspiciously, "what, let him go?"The white head nodded and said coldly, "he just opened the door. Even if you really kill him, what's the use? And without him to lead the way, even if we enter the ghost house, it's difficult to find a living Bodhisattva."But Fang Quan quit and argued, "this guy has a hard mouth and doesn't give him some prestige. How can he take us to the living Bodhisattva? Don't you see he's still arguing?"The Pulsatilla looked at the young man and saw that the young man was no longer frightened. Instead, his eyes turned disorderly and he didn't know what he was thinking. However, it is certain that when the young man knew their intention, he had recovered from his panic and even recovered his nature to inquire about their true identity.If the enemy comes to the door, even if he breaks the sky, he will not tell the whereabouts of the living Bodhisattva, but if it's someone else, it should be decided as appropriate. This is also the task given to him by the living Bodhisattva.What's more, he was arranged here by the living Bodhisattva. He must be the confidant of the living Bodhisattva. Even if he can't look back on death, he can't betray his master until the last moment.However, due to Fang Quan's concern, the Pulsatilla had expected: "trust me, let him go first."Fang Quan was helpless, so he had to let go of hate, dodged to the side and sulked, and looked at the Pulsatilla to see what he could do to make the little boy willing to take them to the living Bodhisattva.The Pulsatilla went to the lantern, picked up the lantern on the ground first, and then went to Xiaosi and handed it to him. The lights in the lantern also lit up his face and made the recovered Xiaosi feel uneasy again.When he handed the lantern to the boy, the Pulsatilla said quietly, "the wise man doesn't talk in secret. Since we find here, the living Bodhisattva must be seen. I don't have to be perfunctory. Please lead the way for us."The boy stepped back half a step, looked at the Pulsatilla in shock, took the lantern carefully, and said sadly, "Dalang, I really don't know who the living Bodhisattva is, and I can't lead you the way."It seems that as expected, the Pulsatilla was neither angry nor angry, but his eyes became cold and his tone was more sombre: "really? I can give you half a column of incense time to go back to the common disease living Bodhisattva and say that I Pulsatilla came to see you..."At this point, the Pulsatilla paused and then added, "if he doesn't know who the Pulsatilla is, he'll say it's me. I don't have anything in summer. I'll come to see you tonight."Hearing the words "no summer", the little boy, who was still in shock, suddenly changed his face and even became extremely pale. Against the background of the dark fog, he was like a piece of soaked Ivy paper. He was frightened by the Pulsatilla and was afraid many times.Obviously, he not only heard the name, but also heard it more than once. He knew the meaning of the name, so he would be so frightened.So that after a long time, he recovered from his fear and carefully tried to say, "Mr. dare to ask, once he was handsome?"The Pulsatilla looked at the boy with a cold voice: "if there is no one in Chang'an, it should be me."Although the lad had expected something, he was still crying bitterly after hearing the Pulsatilla admit it himself. Who did he get into trouble with, but he got into trouble with this fierce God. Even if the Pulsatilla fell down, his once fierce power is still there. Can he shake it?So at this moment, while his face changed one after another, the boy who hesitated before dared not deliberately refuse, but smiled and said politely: "it's Mr. Xia who came. It's all because the villain has no eyes. Please forgive Mr. Xia. My big stall said that whenever Mr. Xia comes, just take you to see him. Sir, please go this way."While talking, the young man led the way in front and had reached the low eaves hall. However, no matter how he looked, he seemed to be running away, but due to the identity of the Pulsatilla, he had to harden his head, keep a sufficient distance and lead the way wholeheartedly, so as not to annoy the Pulsatilla and bring himself unwarranted disasters.With the fierce power of the Pulsatilla, even if he is killed on the spot, I'm afraid that after the living Bodhisattva knows it, he won't die for nothing because he is evil with the Pulsatilla.After all, this kind of thing has happened many times.Moreover, in his impression, the Pulsatilla is not only fierce and frightening, but also moody. Even if it is on the way, it is better to believe its existence or not, or to hide.But he was quite puzzled about how the Pulsatilla suddenly came to the door at this time, and then remembered that two days ago, the living Bodhisattva specially told him that if the Pulsatilla came to the door recently, just take it to meet him.So that the young man guessed that the living Bodhisattva really expected things like God, and even knew that the Pulsatilla would come long ago.As for why the Pulsatilla came, he did not dare to ask the living Bodhisattva, nor did he dare to ask the Pulsatilla. He could only do his job well and had better avoid the evil god quickly.But at this time, the square fist came close to the white headed Weng and whispered, "there's nothing wrong in summer. The living Bodhisattva knows we'll come, so he's waiting for us long ago. We have to be careful. Don't turn over the boat in the gutter and get into someone else's pocket."The Pulsatilla was a little silent and his eyes flickered inexplicably. He seemed to be considering something and seeing through something. As a result, he was in ups and downs. He even smiled, and then broke the silence and said, "this matter seems to be more and more interesting. It seems that the position of the living Bodhisattva is not different from what I guessed."At this point, he paused for a moment again, looked back at the gate of the ghost house and the rolling fog, and continued to mutter, "but you're right, we should be careful."While talking, the young man, with Pulsatilla and square fist, had passed through the low eaves hall and came to the back of the hall. Behind the hall, there was a broad back garden, with a forest of fake stones and various flowers in bloom, especially peonies of various colors, and green bamboos, blue orchids and yellow chrysanthemums. The whole courtyard was fragrant.On the North-South meridian of the flower garden, a winding winding water flows through. Under the quiet night sky, it makes the sound of running water, which is particularly pleasant to hear.But such a beautiful scenery, accompanied by bursts of fog, seems neither fish nor fowl, but reveals strangeness everywhere.Imagine that a ghost house is so vibrant, orderly and beautiful. How can it not be strange?What's more strange is that in the center of the flower bed, a thousand year old locust tree with more than a dozen people embracing it is showing huge branches and leaves, which stand there like blocking the sky and the sun. The branches and leaves Shua shake in the secluded objects and cast a large shadow, just like a little ghost jumping.At the foot of the Millennium locust tree, the flowing winding water flows around. It looks rich, but it sets off more gloomy."Bang bang!"At that time, the Pulsatilla and them walked to the Millennium locust tree. Just when Fang Quan wanted to ask, not to find a living Bodhisattva, why did they come here, the boy had already walked to the trunk of the Millennium locust tree. In Fang Quan's stunned eyes, he stretched out his hand and gently tapped on the branches of the locust tree three times.It was these three sounds, as if they came from the empty and distant hell, that came out of the trunk.In other words, the Millennium locust tree is hollow in the middle. If it is a solid ancient tree, it should be a dull sound, but it will never be so empty.So that Fang Quan couldn't believe how the tree with luxuriant branches and leaves could still be so luxuriant after being hollowed out?However, these are only minor details and have nothing to do with his purpose of coming here. After the boy knocked, the original Millennium locust tree broke a crack in the middle, revealing a little light, which was pushed away from the inside like a door.You can read the novel online free at novelhall. com
