Chapter 128 Pancake Fruit (2)

The wind blows, and the century-old ginkgo sways and rustles.

After saying, "No one will come again," the villager shuddered, turned around and started to run away, but after moving his feet twice, he realized that his legs and feet were empty, and he was already being carried away by a person behind him. The big servant brought it up.

Zhao You quickly picked up the villagers who wanted to run away, looked at Lin Fei, and said happily: "Lin Shaoqing, I've got him! Don't worry! You can't run away."

Lin Fei looked at the villager he was holding in his hand and said, "Put him down first!"

Zhao You said "Oh" and then put down the villager in his hand. His feet touched the ground. The villager's feet were a little shaky. Looking at the mottled and shaking shadows on the ground, he had a grimace and looked like he was about to cry. : "Sir, I'm not going to lie to you! This place is haunted!"

It is easy for places like temples not to be haunted, but once they are, they are really big ghosts!

Lin Fei asked the villagers in front of him: "What is the specific method of haunting?"

A villager said: "Sometimes you can hear voices and laughter in the temple in the middle of the night, but when you go over to take a look, you can't even see anyone."

It's really weird to only hear his voice but not see his person.

Liu Yuan glanced at the century-old ginkgo above his head and said, "It wouldn't be surprising if a person hides in a tree and can't see it!"

The villagers looked at him with strange eyes and said, "Who has eaten enough and has nothing to do but run around and talk in the trees?"

Liu Yuandao: "Maybe there is such a person! After all, there are all kinds of wonders in the world!"

Villager: "..." After a pause, he added, "Not only that, but someone also heard the sound of a female ghost singing from this temple!"

Liu Yuan: "...What kind of haunting is this?"

It's a pity that the villagers firmly believed in this and insisted on claiming that there was a ghost. After a pause, he added: "That music is really scary."

Liu Yuan thought for a while and said, "Maybe it's just that the singing is too unpleasant!"

Villager: "..."

Everyone really has their own opinions. One firmly believes that there are female ghosts, and the other firmly believes that there are no female ghosts. It is strange that these two people can talk about it together.

Lin Fei did not ask any more questions to the villagers, but waved his hand and asked the villagers to leave.

After seeing that a villager who was willing to talk was let go, Liu Yuan couldn't help but put his forehead in his hands and sighed: "How come the confessions of these witnesses in this case are more ridiculous than the others? The small glutinous rice balls in the first place It’s okay for the girl to yell about the painted-skinned monster, but here comes another female ghost singing, are you really asking us to find a Taoist priest to do it?”

Lin Fei shook his head and led the people into Qiude Temple.

The temple is uninhabited and is naturally dilapidated. There are spider webs all over the doors and windows. The statues of gods and Buddhas in the hall are incomplete and enshrined there. Because they are incomplete and covered with spider webs, they look inexplicably weird and creepy.

Because the top of the entire temple is blocked by dense ginkgo trees, there is no sunlight inside the temple and it looks particularly shady compared to the outside. Because I had just heard people talking about it being haunted, I couldn’t help but think about it.

Liu Yuan touched the goose bumps on his arms and said, "Suddenly I feel that the yin energy here is quite strong."

Before he finished speaking, the light in the temple, which originally looked a bit gloomy due to the trees blocking the sky and sun, dimmed again.

When they came out, it was the time for the pilgrimage in Dali Temple. It was not yet noon, so why was it dark? The few officers who were following behind looked out the window and saw dark clouds outside, so they hurriedly said: "It seems like it's going to rain."

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind mixed with water vapor rushed in from the window, and crackling raindrops hit the ground, soaking everything in sight in an instant.

"Why did it rain out of nowhere?" Liu Yuan looked at the gloomy sky outside, as if it were sunset, touched the goosebumps on his arms that couldn't go away, and turned to look at Lin Fei.

In the dilapidated Buddhist hall, there were many servants muttering "Why did it suddenly rain?"

The rustling voices started to sound, and at this moment, Lin Fei's voice suddenly came out.

He tilted his head and said, "Listen."

The voices of everyone who were talking paused, and a very small song came from somewhere. Because the voice was small, it was difficult to hear what was being sung. It seemed like a small tune hummed casually, but because of the uniqueness of the tune, It has a different kind of desolation and elegance, which makes people feel chilled all over in this gloomy and rainy day.

But after all, he had stayed in Dali Temple for so long and had experienced many cases. He was not like those villagers who ran away when scared. When he came to his senses, Liu Yuan was the first to shout: "Who...who is here?" Singing? Acting like a ghost in broad daylight?"

Although it seemed as dark as night, it was still daytime, and the lingering taste of pancakes and fruit in his mouth reminded him that he had just finished his morning meal!

The voice of the faint melody is still not loud, and it is sung in a sad and melodious way.

Wei Fu on the side listened carefully for a moment and said, "It's the famous song "Ruan Shiniang" from the Jiaofang."

Lin Fei said "hmm" and nodded: "The song is about a woman named Ruan Shiniang who shared a story with a disloyal scholar."

Another ungrateful scholar! Liu Yuan frowned and looked at Wei Fu and Lin Fei on the side: How come Shangfeng and colleagues even know this? Unlike him, he didn't know any of the famous songs from the school.

"Spread out and take a look around!" Lin Fei said, and ordered Liu Yuan and Wei Fu, "You two come with me to the back to take a look."

After leaving the Buddhist hall, there is a dilapidated garden. Behind the garden are several side rooms with broken doors and windows that are leaking.

Liu Yuan was startled for a moment, and subconsciously glanced at Zhao You who was happily grouped with the guards behind him: This place is inexplicably haunted, and the song is still singing. Are they spreading out at this time? If you spread out, just spread out. Don't you take the stubborn Zhao Youlin Shaoqing with you?

But Lin Shaoqing did not take Zhao You with him, but chose him and Wei Fu, two men who had no power to restrain a chicken. Liu Yuan and Wei Fu looked at each other, then raised their heels and followed Lin Fei.

The Buddhist hall was searched by these officers. They walked through the Buddhist hall, passed the flower garden, and walked towards the dilapidated wing at the back.

…

After making the morning meal, Wen Mingtang took A Bing out to visit the glutinous rice balls.

Only halfway along the road, the sky suddenly darkened, and then the heavy rain drifted down without stopping for a moment, drenching the entire city of Chang'an in an instant.

Wen Mingtang and A Bing, who were stopped halfway by the heavy rain, had no choice but to take shelter under the eaves of the roadside.

The rain came suddenly, and many people were caught off guard and got drenched. Some people even slipped on the road and injured their feet because of the sudden rain.

"Little lady!" A voice called from the corner.

Wen Mingtang turned around and looked towards the source of the sound.

A young woman holding her legs and feet in the corner looked up at her. When Wen Mingtang looked at her, a smile appeared on the woman's extremely indifferent face. She pointed to her injured legs and feet and said: " I hurt my legs and feet, can you two ladies please do me a favor?"

Meeting the looks that Wen Mingtang and A Bing were looking at, the woman pointed to the waist tags hanging on their bodies, looked at the tags and said with a smile: "I saw that you two were injured and wearing the Dali Temple waist tags. Come to think of it. He’s a good person!”