Author: The Light of Fire

There is something in the room, and ordinary talisman paper will get hot, but that's all, like this time, it turned into ashes.

There is only one possibility: evil! great evil!

The two young monks walked towards their dormitory dejectedly. Qiuli suddenly called them and took out two folded talisman papers from the "food box", and each of them stuffed a piece of them.

He told them to take it with him and then let them go.

She walked along the road in front of the dormitory door. After thinking about it, she walked around the Hei Tower, which is very close to the dormitory area. There were few pilgrims in the afternoon. The little monk guarding the door was sitting on a chair, holding his head and beating.

Sleepy.

Qiuli didn't wake him up and walked in on his own. There was a wire rope hanging on the door handle at the entrance of the Black Tower with a large copper lock wrapped around it. Today, the wind was strong, and the wind chimes on the Black Tower made a sound of rising and falling.

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There was nothing unusual here, Qiuli turned around and left.

I met a few dead birds on the road, and were blown to the corner by the wind and mixed with the fallen leaves. There were many people coming and going on the road. Qiu Li took a look and didn't care much.

When they returned to the room, Zhaodi and Chen Liang had not returned yet, Qiuli heard the orange cat screaming in Zhaodi's house through the door, probably because she heard her footsteps.

Back in the room, Qiuli poured out the ashes in her pocket. This morning, two pieces of talisman paper were placed in her pocket, and they had all been burned. She gave Zhaodi two pieces and one piece of the little monks.

, there are four left now.

Nothing happened yet. With the idea of ​​preparing for the future, Qiu Li cleaned her hands and took out the yellow paper and cinnabar after her mind calmed down.

I wrote ten pictures in a row, then I stopped, put one in my pocket, and put the rest into the "Personal Food Box".

These paper talismans can only defend against, and the master's even more powerful talismans to drive away the devil and talismans... she doesn't know, after all, she has made plans and has only followed Master Huiyuan for three years.

She thought of the last day she stayed in Dasheng Kingdom, when she fell into the pool of water from the sky, and her original body was most likely dead.

The morning was urgent, and there were still many details on the book that had not been read yet.

She turned on the light, closed the door, and released the "Fengying". Since she signed a contract with Fengying, she probably has figured out Xiaofeng's strength. It can be sealed for thousands of years and will most likely be because it has been waiting for it during the period.

The reason in Qiuli’s “Personal Food Box”.

The ability of the wind eagle is mainly inherited by memory. The ability to control the wind is innate. This race rarely intersects with humans. They live on cliffs. Adult wind eagles have high intelligence and will emit sharp wind blades.

It is an extremely powerful monster.

This is what is said in the "Dasheng Mountains and Seas".

But at the moment, Qiuli looked at the little wind that was one meter high, like a child, and its IQ was about the same as that of children in kindergarten.

At this moment, it was running happily in the small room, running over from time to time, pecking Qiu Li's palm with its beak, Qiu Li took out the food and water and put it next to its nest.

I'm going out to buy it tomorrow morning. Fengying is not big and has an amazing appetite. She looked at her wallet and found that there was not enough money.

Fortunately, she brought a lot of valuable goldware back in Dashengguo this time, and took it to the goldware store tomorrow morning to sell it for some turnover and prepare some food for Fengying.

Fengying had food and became quiet. Qiuli opened the book and wanted to check the date of the battle between Foguang Temple and the demon clan.

It was probably because the Warring States Period was too chaotic and there was too much data lost. Only one unofficial history was found, which is just one sentence:

"In the 17th year of Renhe of Dasheng Kingdom, demons were rampant in the capital, and the monks of Foguang Temple were running exhausted. At the end of 17, a war broke out..."

There is not much description. Qiu Li can imagine the scene at that time, which must be a bloody and tragic situation.

She put down the book, which means that the war broke out within two years after she left Dasheng Kingdom, and she sighed.

In modern society, those demons have become legends, and humans finally come to victory.

In addition to the wind, there were footsteps in the yard. Qiuli heard Zhaodi's door being opened. She comforted Fengying and told it not to scream.

Just as I was about to go out, Zhaodi shouted: "Hey, don't leave, Daju!"

As soon as the Qiuli door opened, the orange cat had already rushed to the tree in the yard, and did not run far away, licking its hair on its own.

Qiuli walked over and bent down to check. The wound of the orange cat had healed, and her hair was cut, which looked a bit funny.

"It's used to wildness, let it go." Qiuli straightened her waist and said to Zhaodi who followed her.

"But I think it's still not peaceful." Zhao Di said in a low voice. She looked around and pulled Qiuli into her room.

"On the way back, I saw several birds dead. I picked up one and looked at it. Guess what I saw?"

Qiuli asked curiously: "What did you see?"

"Tooth marks, there are still blood on the wound!"

"Is it a weasel?" Qiuli was stunned. She also found a bird corpse on the way back, but she didn't check it carefully.

"Can the weasel beat the cat?" Zhaodi looked at the orange cat's figure. The orange cat's figure was comparable to a puppy.

Qiuli looked around and asked, "Where is that Chen Liang?"

"I don't know, I left after class. I saw him leaving the temple gate and probably went out for dinner." Zhaodi had a bad impression of him, so she said something and stopped mentioning it.

Qiu Li looked at Zhaodi. She was different from the Zhaodi in Dasheng Kingdom. That Zhaodi was even more vivid. The Zhaodi was now a bit like the cook she met in the first copy.

There is a strange feeling everywhere.

She glanced at her watch, and at four o'clock in the afternoon, she turned her head and asked Zhaodi, "Do you want to have supper?"

"If you don't eat it, it's rare to get a seven-day Zen period. Of course, you must be strict with yourself." Zhaodi's expression was a bit pious.

Qiuli suddenly lost interest in continuing to talk, "I'll go back first, and several pieces of clothes need to be washed."

When he returned to the room, Fengying lay obediently in its nest. When he saw Qiuli coming in, his blood-red eyes showed surprise.

Qiu Li's mood immediately improved. Is this a fulfillment of her wish to raise a cute pet?

She hung the washed clothes in the bathroom, and there was an extra eagle in the room, and life seemed to be less boring.

She looked at the wordless leather book in the "Personal Food Box", thought about it and took it out.

There was still some cinnabar left on the table. She opened the first page of the book, drew a talisman on it with cinnabar, and then silently watched its reaction.

The wordless book suddenly trembled, as if he had just woken up after sleeping, and the handwriting on Qiuli's paintings slowly disappeared.

She asked softly: "Who are you?"

The cinnabar handwriting on the page without words, which had not yet been completely eliminated suddenly twisted a few times, recombined it, and turned into a line of cute words: [I'm hungry.]

Qiuli was stunned. The originally scary atmosphere was broken by such cute words.

"What are you going to eat?"

【Good ink】
Chapter completed!