Qi Jinpeng pulled apart the weeds and searched along the ruined ruined temple walls. Finally, he found a poplar tree with a crow's nest in the north of the temple.

"Really!"

Qi Jinpeng was overjoyed, picked up a small hoe he brought with him and dug it down.

Qi Jinpeng did not notice that the originally good weather suddenly became cloudy, covered by the sky, and many shadows appeared in the darkness around him, staring at Qi Jinpeng with a fierce look.

Qi Jinpeng was sweating profusely when he was digging. At this time, the drizzle started to drizzle, wetting the hot air and Qi Jinpeng's clothes: "What's going on? It's suddenly raining?"

However, Qi Jinpeng still had no intention of stopping. He would not leave without digging out the things below.

Under the dilapidated wall in the distance, several beauties and little ghosts appeared at the same time and looked at Qi Jinpeng.

Nie Xiaoqian was wearing a white dress and didn't look like a female ghost at all, but more like a fairy descending from the earth. Seeing Qi Jinpeng's actions, her face turned red with anger: "This disciple is actually digging my bone altar, and I will definitely not forgive him."

When Nie Xiaoqian said this, she felt a bit gritting her teeth.

No matter who knows, Qi Jinpeng has the intention to dig her bones.

Yesterday, the woman in the red-clothed Rakshasa ghost who was forced to escape from death by the sword fairy Yan Chixia and broke her arm also appeared again.

The broken arm was already connected, but it seemed that it could not move and hung weakly on the side.

Before Nie Xiaoqian could come forward, the Rakshasa ghost stopped her: "Don't worry!"

Because she saw a black thing like an accessory or a token jingle on the scholar's waist, emitting the light of a magic weapon.

There are two strange words written in the intimate text on it.

The Rakshasa ghost who had been with the tree demon grandma learned more. She had even walked in other places before the tree demon grandma was sealed by the monks of Lanruo Temple. Her path was not low. If she hadn't met a sword immortal like Yan Chixia, ordinary people would be able to do anything to her. At this moment, she immediately recognized what it was.

"No! This man actually has the decree of the King of Black Mountain,"

When Nie Xiaoqian heard the title of King Heishan, she immediately stopped and pretended not to know and asked the Rakshasa ghost: "Sister Rakshasa, what is the decree of King Heishan?"

The Rakshasa ghost did not hide it: "The legend of the King of Heishan was originally a ghost king in the underworld. Later, he was worshipped as a god in Yuzhou, the world, and was very famous in that area. I also heard from my grandma once said."

Nie Xiaoqian nodded: "So, is this a ghost god?"

Rakshasa grimacefully looked solemn. Just look at her expression, you can tell that this King of Black Mountain is definitely not a simple person: "It's not just that simple. I heard that a few years ago, the underworld underworld had undergone a major change. The King of Black Mountain had entered the Wude Death City, and is now the lord of Wude Death City."

"He is in charge of the underworld and the underworld."

"He is a real giant in the underworld, not comparable to ordinary ghost kings."

After saying that, the Rakshasa ghost was about to turn back to the forest garden of the back hall of Lanruo Temple: "I want to tell my grandma that this person has news about the Decree of the King of Heishan."

"If we receive the decree of the King of Heishan, we can contact the Lord of the Insidious Death City, and even ask the King of Heishan to help once."

Seeing that this man was still persevering in digging his bone altar and was about to find him, Nie Xiaoqian immediately suggested, "Why don't you kill him now and take down the law?"

The Rakshasa ghost shook his head: "Let me tell my grandma, if this person's identity is not simple, wouldn't we have done something wrong?"

"Everything is listened to grandma."

Although Nie Xiaoqian said this verbally, a look of sudden enlightenment emerged in her beautiful eyes.

No wonder after entering the plot, I have never heard of the name of the Black Mountain Old Demon, nor have I heard of any connection or connection between grandma and the Black Mountain Old Demon. It turns out that everything comes from here.

Before participating in the performance, Nie Xiaoqian also carefully read the original work and derivative movies and TV series. In the original work, Nie Xiaoqian also had a scholar who brought a book boy into Lanruo Temple. However, he was just a few sentences and was divided into it. It was this person who thought he was dead.

Then, grandma obtained the decree of King Heishan, the lord of the Yinsi Wude City, through this scholar named Qi Jinpeng, and then surrendered to the mountaintop of King Heishan, and wanted to marry Nie Xiaoqian as a gift to King Heishan. In this way, all the plot makes sense.

Seeing Qi Jinpeng holding out his urn and smiling in the rain with an extremely malicious smile, Nie Xiaoqian couldn't help but show a look of disgust.

However, after Nie Xiaoqian learned that he had the decree of the King of Heishan, she no longer thought about killing him immediately.

Instead, another plan emerged in his mind, allowing the scholar to take away his bone altar, and even took the initiative to release the restrictions of the maze, pointing out the way to let him go out of the depths of the Lanruo Temple, which is densely covered with demons.

Qi Jinpeng didn't know that he had been on the verge of life and death for several rounds, and he also thought that the trip was very smooth and easy, so he got what he wanted.

Nie Xiaoqian waved her long sleeves and instantly disappeared in front of the broken walls and ruins in the north, and returned to the treasure temple of the back hall of Lanruo Temple like the Rakshasa ghost.

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The back hall and the Zen room of Lanruo Temple are much better preserved than in front, and it seems that someone cleans and takes care of it every day.

It was just a very thick old locust tree spread horizontally, almost covering the entire hall and the Zen room. Thick roots and vines crawled over the outside walls and even extended to the roof.

When the woman in red walked through the hall, she could see many female ghosts and little demons playing around in the hall. She could see someone taking off her head to wash her hair. Some hanged ghosts stretched out their tongues and waved them around. Two beautiful female ghosts openly played the trick of polishing the mirror in the corner, not caring about the leak of spring.

The woman in red walked deeper and knelt down in front of a wooden door with autumn intentions, explaining what she had just seen.

The door opened, revealing the back of a woman wearing a luxurious ladies' robe.

There were also several women wearing purple and blue clothes serving each other's clothes. A bronze mirror that was tall enough to stand up in front, vaguely showing a face that was still charming but full of wrinkles on the corners of their eyes.

The other party asked directly without looking back: "Which scholar's surname is Qi?"

The woman in red: "Yes, grandma!"

The other party stood up, dragged his long skirt and rubbed the spotless ground, passing by the woman in red, who immediately stood up and followed.

"Grandma, before I was sealed by the thieves in Lanruo Temple, I heard that there was a man named Qi from a prominent family in Yuzhou. After losing his wife, he married a ghost concubine named Zhang Aduan. This ghost actually bribed the ghost god in the underworld and returned to the world. This ghost god is said to be the King of Heishan."

"At the price, the Qi family has sacrificed the god of Heishan for generations, making its incense continue to continue to this day, and it is quite prosperous in Yuzhou, which led to the later Lord of the Death City, King Heishan."

"This person is probably a descendant of the Qi family."

The woman in red: "Grandma! What should we do?"

Grandma turned around and smiled, and the wrinkles on the corners of her eyebrows became more obvious: "It has been so many years, and everyone in those days has been clean. How can the King of Black Mountain still care about whose relationship is it?"

Grandma said without any doubt: "Kill him! Take the decree back!"

The woman in red quickly stepped forward and followed her grandmother: "But outside, there is also the killing talent named Yan. The flying sword technique is earth-shaking. Who dares to get close to you?"

Grandma immediately said, "Didn't he take Xiaoqian's bone stalk? Let Xiaoqian go, she will do it!"

"A man can't pass the beauty barrier, especially a beauties like Nie Xiaoqian."
Chapter completed!