"No, Lang Jun, you misunderstood. The little girl really never thought of harming Lang Jun. It was the Rakshasa who wanted to take action, and the little girl couldn't stop it at all."

The woman tried to explain.

"You can't stop it, so you just let it attack me? Do you think that if I die, you can still go back and claim credit?"

"No...it's not..."

"Everything you said before was all lies. Not a single word of it was true, right? I'm so kind to take you in, so you're going to bully me like this?"

Jiang Ling shouted fiercely, pointing at her with the scroll in his hand.

The woman was frightened by the painting, nervous and fearful, trying hard to explain, shaking her head frequently.

"Mr. Sir, please don't get me wrong. It's really the little girl who can't help herself. If the little girl had spoken out to stop her, once she was reported to her grandma, she would have fallen into hell forever..."

"You are afraid that grandma will let you fall into the underworld forever, aren't you afraid that I will let your soul fly into oblivion?"

"Afraid." She lowered her head, her eyes sad.

After a moment of silence, she added: "The little girl told the truth, and she really had no intention of harming the husband. It's just that the situation of the husband is weird and unusual. I thought that the husband was a person [deficient in yang], but I didn't expect that."

Lang Jun is actually a strange person..."

"Missing Yang? What is missing Yang?"

"There are three fires on the head of a living person: [Jing], [Qi], and [Shen]. Whenever someone comes to the temple to stay, grandma will send us to come and fetch them. The two skills we use are nothing more than [wealth] and [color]."

For those who are fascinated by beauty, the [fire of essence] will weaken or even be extinguished;

If you continue to accept money, [God's Fire] will also be destroyed.

Usually, as long as one of the three fires is extinguished, we can take advantage of it.

There is a scholar in another meditation room in the courtyard. He is neither lustful nor greedy for money. We cannot extinguish his Yanghuo. Therefore, it is difficult to attack him.

But Mr. Lang, you..."

"What's wrong with me?"

"The three fires on your head have been extinguished, and you don't have any yang energy at all. That's why the Rakshasa ghost couldn't help but attack you."

The woman looked aggrieved.

Jiang Ling was shocked. The three fires of spirit, energy and spirit didn't exist in him?

Generally speaking, as long as a person is alive, there must be three fires on his head.

When fire is strong, people are strong and ghosts and gods are difficult to approach.

If the fire is weak, the person will be weak and bad luck will come.

Thinking that my situation is special and I don’t have the three fires of [Essence, Qi, Shen], maybe it’s normal.

The black ingot on the ground has now revealed its original shape. It is not gold or silver at all, but just a withered bone.

"If you fail, can grandma prepare other methods?" Jiang Ling asked.

The woman shook her head: "My husband is so powerful, I'm afraid grandma won't come to visit me again."

What a powerful means?

Jiang Ling felt bitter in his heart, and he could only know it himself.

What means does he have?

The paintings he drew at random can actually become real. He still doesn't understand the principle of this.

If that grandma really has other means, or will send other people, then he can only choose the opportunity to go first.

When he thought of leaving, he touched the black ring on his left index finger.

‘When I turned the ring before, I came here. If I turn it again, will I go to another place?’

The woman looked out the window at this time, feeling uncertain.

"I told my husband about this, but she would not spare me. And I was not willing to do these unscrupulous things for my grandmother. After daybreak, I asked my husband to take away the little girl's body under the banyan tree on the mountain behind the temple.

Only in this way can we escape from the clutches of grandma. If the husband is willing to do it, the little girl will definitely repay her husband as a slave and a horse in the future."

The woman knelt down and begged.

"Can."

Jiang Ling answered on his lips, but sighed in his heart, it would be okay if he could stay up until dawn and agree to you.

I'm just afraid that the rest of the night may not be peaceful again.

Holding the paintings in my hands, I wonder if they will come out to protect me next time.

'Since this painting can have such power, why don't I paint a few more?'

Although it may not work, what if it happens?

Thinking of this, he said to Nie Qian: "Can you find some paper with me?"

Nie Qian nodded, and her body drifted away like the wind. After a few breaths, she drifted back again.

When I arrived, I had many more volumes in my hand.

"These are all left by scholars who passed through this place in the past."

She placed the volume on the ground.

Jiang Ling picked out a few cooked sheets of good quality and spread them on the ground. He also found a piece of charcoal by the fire, sharpened it, and quickly painted a picture, depicting a sword.

Strangely enough, before the painting was completed, his body did not feel any strange.

But after the painting was completed, my body suddenly felt very tired, as if I had not slept all night, and my energy was greatly reduced.

His eyelids drooped and he couldn't help but close them.

He quickly shook his head and forced himself to cheer up.

'Why are you so tired all of a sudden? You can't sleep. If you do, your heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys will all be emptied by ghosts in the middle of the night!'

Reminding myself like this, I can only hold on for ten breaths. The exhaustion is like a tide, and it suddenly surges. After all, it is difficult to hold it back, and the last trace of clarity is submerged.

He squinted his eyes and lost consciousness.

"Mr. Lang..."

When Nie Qian saw this, she called out twice.

Frightened by the paintings beside him, she didn't dare to get close, so she had to squat by the fire and wait quietly for him to wake up.

When you are most ugly,

Outside the Zen room, suddenly there was a strong wind.

Someone was shouting in the wind - "Xiaoqian, where are you? Why haven't you come back yet?"

Judging from the voice, she is an old woman.

When Nie Qian in the Zen room heard this voice, her whole body tensed up, and she couldn't help but call out "Lang Jun" twice.

But Jiangling was sleeping as if he were dead and could not wake up at all.

After a while, the wind outside the house stopped, and the person who shouted seemed to have disappeared.

Nie Qian looked out through the broken door, but as she looked, she suddenly saw a wrinkled old face on the broken window.

She was a white-haired old woman, so old that all her teeth had fallen out.

Seeing Nie Qian inside, she smiled.

But Nie Qian panicked,

She didn't know who this old woman was. From the moment she saw her, Nie Qian felt like a mouse seeing a cat. Her whole body was trembling.

"Xiaoqian, it's so late, why don't you go home?" the old woman said at the window.

Nie Qian looked at the old woman and then at Jiang Ling, who was sleeping soundly on the ground. She was undecided. Her throat was even more choked and she didn't know how to speak.

While the old woman was speaking, her neck stretched so long that it extended more than three feet from the window.

Seeing this, Nie Qian's expression changed drastically. With thoughts racing in her mind, she mustered up the courage to reach out and push Jiang Ling.

But at this moment, the two scrolls beside Jiang Ling began to shake.

Especially the newly painted long sword,

It shook three times on the ground, and suddenly bloomed like golden chrysanthemums in autumn. Hundreds of flowers killed each other, and the bright orange light shone dazzlingly.

There is a bolt flying out from the scroll,

With a choking sound, the window sill was pierced, and the neck of the old woman who stretched out was cut off on the spot.

Immediately, the orange horse made a spin in the air and returned to the painting.

The old woman's head fell down and fell into the Zen room, turning into a piece of black rotten wood.

Dots of scarlet remain on the window sill, like blood or mysterious juice.
Chapter completed!