Chapter 385
Under the "siege" by a group of palace maids and eunuchs, Cen Li chased Chen Muxue on his back and led the other two people into a seemingly sparsely populated place.
"Jingqi Pavilion...sounds like a nice place, but why does it look so shabby?" Lin Qing said as he saw a broken piece of white silk fluttering in the wind on a tree with all its leaves, and he shuddered. Swallowed.
Could this place be the place in the legend where some concubines died out of resentment and ended up causing trouble?
Chu Wuyi was a little helpless: "Jingqi Pavilion is what ordinary people often call the Cold Palace. Everyone knows the existence of the Cold Palace, but in fact, it is rare to directly name the Cold Palace 'Leng Palace'."
"Oh~" Lin Qing looked like she suddenly understood, but she was even more frightened inside. "Leng Gong, isn't there many concubines who died of resentment?" Isn't this more terrifying than before?
"Let's hide for a while. When those people disperse, we can go out quietly." Cen Li chased him very calmly.
You can go the wrong way, so tell the three of them and stop messing around.
There are restrictions in the palace. The restriction on flying in Kyoto is relatively easy to break, but the restriction in the palace is extremely strong. Even Hiei climbed over the wall and got in.
Otherwise, with the Liuyun Sect's sword control skills, wouldn't this distance be reached in minutes? It was only after the fight that Feiying arrived.
Cen Lichui walked straight inside, listened to the ambient sound, and picked out an unoccupied room. After entering, he found that there was only a haystack in the room, and some pitiful damp firewood piled in the corner, with mushrooms already growing on it.
It's just a white plate, you have to lie down after eating it.
The other two people looked at his actions and were amazed.
"You think this Immortal Sect disciple can also be tempted?" Lin Qing whispered to Chu Wuyi.
"Although it is an immortal sect, it is not a real immortal. Furthermore, there are so many dramas in the world where gods fall in love with mortals. I am afraid that only Buddha can forget these seven emotions and six desires." There was no special emotion in Chu Wuyi's voice. , just an objective evaluation.
Lin Qing didn't know why, but he felt a little uncomfortable after hearing this. He muttered: "That's because you don't know. The Buddhist cultivators are also in trouble. There was some kind of abbot before..."
While he was mumbling, suddenly a burst of ethereal singing floated over.
“Namo Amitabha!” Lin Qing exclaimed.
Cen Li Zhui listened for a while and said, "It's a human being, not some strange existence. Don't be surprised."
Lin Qing rubbed his arms to relieve the goosebumps, and then said: "How do you know whether this thing is a human or a ghost?!"
"Don't you believe in the theory of reincarnation?" Chu Wuyi frowned slightly. His memory was pretty good, so he shouldn't remember it wrong.
Lin Qingdao: "If you don't believe in reincarnation, what does it have to do with ghosts?! It's precisely because there is no reincarnation that their ghosts linger!"
As he spoke, he backed away from the wall, as if the wall could give him a sense of security. Unexpectedly, as he backed away, his wrist was suddenly grabbed by a cold hand!
"Hero, spare your life! No, fairy! I have done good deeds in my life and have never harmed others!" (End of this chapter)