The man in the white robe left Zhenjiang and went to another city in the north, going the opposite direction from Hu Hui and the others. The man in the white robe was anxious to return to Beijing. He was used to it in the north and gradually became unaccustomed to the hot and humid weather in the south. Since he practiced Although Kuihua Temple's swordsmanship was a peerless martial art, his body became colder and he was covered in sweat when encountering high temperatures, which wetted his clothes. Not only was it an eyesore, it also made him unable to bear the sour smell on his body, which made him even more disgusted with the hot weather in the south. .

Hu Hu took Duan Feiyan and Liu Wenzhi to the west and asked the locals. It was estimated that it would take another three days to reach Nanjing, Yingtian Prefecture.

The three of them walked westward from a plain to a low valley. There was a small river in the middle of the valley, about ten feet wide. At a glance, there was a trickling water on the other side, and a waterfall with colorful broken jade hanging on the mountain. There was a waterfall beside the waterfall. The temple has white paint and yellow tiles, and is a bit old. In addition, the distance is still a bit far, and the plaque is a bit mottled, so it is difficult to see what the words on the plaque on the temple are.

Liu Wenzhi called a boatman to take them across the river. The river was not wide and the water flow was slow, but it was the only way from Zhenjiang to Nanjing. There were two small sampans carrying people across the river alternately, and people were getting on and off the boats all the time.

When they reached the middle of the river, Hu Xi squinted and finally saw the words on the temple clearly. Hu Xi said: "It says Xiangshan Temple. How about we stay overnight? We will set off again tomorrow morning. If not, we have to turn back. We may continue our journey to Zhenjiang." Hu Hui asked the boatman: "Shipmaster, are there any inns or small towns where I can stay if I go down this way and cross the shore?"

Seeing him asking questions, the boatman shook his head and pointed to his ears and mouth, indicating that he could not speak. Only then did the three of them realize that he was mute and deaf, so they stopped questioning.

If you don't stop here, you will enter the mountainous area if you continue walking. It is already dark at this time, and both Duan Feiyan and Liu Wenzhi agree to rest before walking.

Hu Hui and others got off the boat and walked to the temple. Seeing that the temple door was ajar, Hu Hui knocked three times and shouted: "Is anyone here?"

A young monk with a freshly shaved green head jogged to answer the door. Hu Hui asked him: "The three of me are passing by here. It's getting dark. Can I stay overnight tonight?"

"Hey, there are guests in the temple today, I'm afraid it's inconvenient." The green-headed monk didn't want them to come in, but he caught a glimpse of Duan Feiyan. The young monk's eyes lit up, and he looked up and down in a joking manner. He immediately changed his mind and said, "But...how about I ask the monk in charge and you three wait a moment."

"Excuse me," Hu Hui replied. The young monk excitedly turned around and asked.

Hu Xi suddenly said: "This temple is a bit weird, I'm afraid it's a black temple. We'd better keep going, why not rest in the forest for a night." But at the same time as he said, there was a sudden thunder in the sky, and there was a dark sound in the distance. Yellow floating clouds, it looks like it's going to rain again.

Liu Wenzhi said: "I can do it, but I'm afraid Miss Duan won't be able to bear it." He was originally a beggar, and he was content with the situation.

Duan Feiyan was born bold, and said with a flat smile: "I don't want to live outside in the rain, I'm not afraid. If it's a black temple, we can just do harm to the people."

At this time, the young monk happened to come back, opened the door, and said apologetically, "The abbot said you can't come in."

Hu Bizheng turned around and left, but the young monk held him back and said in a low voice: "But... I can let you live in the west wing. If you leave before dawn tomorrow, no one will know."

Duan Feiyan was happy to say yes, but was stopped by Hu Hui. Hu Hui didn't want to stay here. He thought the temple was very strange and felt uneasy in his heart. So he rejected the young monk's kindness.

After the three people left, Duan Feiyan complained to Hu Hui about why he rejected the young monk's kindness. Hu Hui replied: "The young monk is not kind, don't you see?" Liu Wenzhi snickered from behind and said: "Yes, then

The little monk keeps looking at you, his eyes are flickering, he must be uneasy and kind-hearted."

The three of them hurriedly walked down while talking. At this time, the rain had begun to fall, and a hot smell came from the earth. This was the smell of an approaching heavy rain.

Not many steps away, there was a row of dilapidated farmhouses on the side of the road. Hu Hao saw that there was no place to stay if he walked further. It was raining like this and lodging in the wilderness was not an option. It was better to stay with a farmer for one night. But in this row.

The houses seemed to be abandoned, with no one living there. Hu Hui opened the door and saw that no one was in the first two houses. The house was full of spider webs, and it seemed that it had been abandoned for a long time. It was not until the third house that an old woman answered the door.

.The old woman was already half-blind and deaf. She walked tremblingly and answered the door. Hu Hui yelled at her for a long time before the old woman understood that they wanted to stay overnight.

The old woman said surprisingly: "You can do whatever you want. I am the only one in the family. The old man left the year before last. If you don't mind, just stay with me for a night."

Duan Feiyan was overjoyed and said: "Thank you, mother-in-law, so we don't have to stay outdoors overnight. It rained today and the ground is wet."

"Is it raining? Why didn't I know?" said the mother-in-law. It seemed that her ears were not working properly and she didn't even hear the loud sound of rain.

Liu Wenzhi asked curiously: "Mother-in-law, why are there no people in the rooms next door to you?"

The old woman said loudly: "Ah, none of them. Things have happened to these houses in the past few years, and then everyone moved away. The old man left, and I am the only one left. I don't want to move. Even if I die in this house,

I'm too lazy to move. I just pull half a handful of vegetables from the door and cook some rice, as long as I can survive."

Hu Xi asked: "What do you think happened to those families?"

The mother-in-law waved her hand and said helplessly: "We have lost our children. The couple is quarreling fiercely and even fighting. The family is not getting along and the chaos is getting worse. They blame the bad feng shui here. They are backed by mountains and facing the river, and the family is not harmonious. I

It was fine with my old man, they talked for a long time, and then they all left this ominous place."

Hu Hui remembered something and asked: "Mother-in-law, do you know the Xiangshan Temple in front of you?"

"I know, it's been many years since I got married."

"Who are the people inside? Do you know them?"

"I don't know. Those people came here recently. Before that, the officers and soldiers fought with each other and the temple was empty. This group of people came and settled down. They usually don't interact with others and are mysterious.

"

Hu Hui thought to himself that the fight between the officers and soldiers was probably about Jing Nan. It seems that because he was standing, the original abbot was displaced. Later, a new monk came and took the temple as his own, so he started ringing the bell and performing rituals.

At this time, the mother-in-law took out another candle and lit it, and the room became a lot brighter. The mother-in-law said again: "That temple is not good."

"How to say?"

The flickering candlelight reflected on the mother-in-law's face, and the wrinkles on her face became deeper. She said angrily: "That temple is haunted. If there are ghosts in a temple, can the monk still worship? It must be because he has not recited the sutras enough and has lost his skills.

not enough."

"Haunted?" Liu Wenzhi and Duan Feiyan raised their voices and said together.

The old woman was afraid and patted her thigh and said loudly: "Yes, our old man has seen it before. He said that a group of people were jumping on the road in front of the temple in the middle of the night, like driving corpses in Western Hunan. When our old man was young,

, the goods that ran through Zhejiang to Jiangxi, he had seen corpse driving and said it looked very similar."
Chapter completed!