Du Bai looked at the old woman with gray hair and wrinkles in front of her. Although she could vaguely see her extraordinary charm when she was young, she could not resist the passage of time and showed her old look. She smiled bitterly and shook her head and said, "No, this is the first time you and I have met today. I just heard about you before."

But he never thought before that Nie Xiaoqian would appear in front of him in this way.

So absurd and incredible. Isn’t she a ghost?

Will ghosts grow old?

"You...you are Nie Xiaoqian?"

Unexpectedly, Yan Zangshan next to him seemed to be more surprised than him, and subconsciously blurted out and asked.

"My grandfather once told me stories about his travels when he was young, and he mentioned you. Even his grandfather was moved by it. It was the first time he did not kill all ghosts..."

When he said this, his eyebrows and eyes also showed a little doubt, "But... you should be a ghost, how could you become today..."

He didn't say it clearly, but everyone knew that even if ghosts had a limit, they would be an extremely long period of time and would not become like this in one or two hundred years.

"What does this look have to do with this appearance..." Nie Xiaoqian's voice was vicissitudes, gently holding hands and stroking a strand of white hair on her shoulders, and sighed softly, "I have been with Ning Lang for forty years. He has long been getting old. I was ashamed of being unable to give birth to a child for him, so I could only transform into this and grow old together with him..."

Everyone present was silent, and the female ghosts behind her all held her fingers gently with red eyes.

They had never heard of her experience like this.

Which woman doesn't regard her appearance as her life, but is as deep as Xiaoqian, and it is really rare to truly live together...

Even Du Bai's heart was touched. He recalled the plot of the Chinese Ghost Story in the TV movies that year, and only said that Ning Caichen saved Nie Xiaoqian from the tree demon grandma and the Black Mountain old demon with the help of Yan Chixia. The two lived happily and freely since then, but they never mentioned the final outcome of their two.

Now, he has seen the result, whether it is sad or happy depends on their own judgment. Fortunately, the two of them have also gone through decades and experienced ups and downs, which is a wonderful thing.

"Ninglang has been dead for more than a hundred years." Nie Xiaoqian turned her head and looked at the big tree beside her, with a little nostalgic look, "This tree was planted by Ninglang before his death, and now it looks like this..."

This tree is only over a hundred years?

Du Bai looked at this giant tree, which was a huge creature, in surprise.

Normally, this is probably not so tall if it is not a few hundred years!

There is really weirdness everywhere in this temple.

Yan Zangshan did not have the intention to be so active. He was already immersed in the heroic love story Nie Xiaoqian said, and sighed deeply.

"It's a pity that the Shinto is not revealed now. We mortals have lived for nearly two hundred years like my grandfather in their entire lives, and that is already a mythical existence in our eyes!"

"It is said that more than a thousand years ago, there were mysterious Qi training men who could cultivate to become earthly immortals, and Taoism and magic are wise. It is no problem to live for thousands of years..."

He was quite eager to learn these stories from ancient family books.

"All things have passed, and it will be useless to say this." Nie Xiaoqian shook his head slightly, looked at him, bowed and bowed, "Young Master Yan, I know that your Yan family has always been a ruthless person to kill demons, but these little ghosts have never done anything harmful under the discipline of their elders. They were just some pranks before. I wonder if they can let them go for the sake of their elders?"

"This..." Yan Zangshan's face froze. He looked at the unfathomable ghost in the sky who was looking at him for a long time. He looked at Nie Xiaoqian in front of him who was once an old friend of his grandfather. He subconsciously shook the sword in his hand, but there was little sense of security. He couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "You are joking, I will naturally not do anything again."

He added in his heart: "Even if you do it, you can't beat it!"

"That's great." Nie Xiaoqian narrowed her eyes and smiled, "I will be able to discipline these children in the future and not let them dare to make trouble again."

Since this happened, Yan Zangshan did not intend to stay in front of these ghosts for a long time. He carried Shusheng Lu, who would wake up tomorrow morning, and returned to his room.

He secretly made up his mind to practice swordsmanship and Taoism more after going back. He was taught a lesson not long after he came out to practice. If the other party had not had any malice, he would probably not be able to take it today.

Seeing his back gradually fading away, Nie Xiaoqian slowly restrained her smile, turned to a group of bellies behind her, and glared and scolded: "Why don't you go back soon! If you have some face in your old body, I'm afraid you will be beaten to death today and will never be reborn! You are not allowed to make trouble in the future!"

"Yes! Grandma!" The female ghost committee replied in a grievance, curiously glanced at Du Bai in the air from time to time, but did not dare to disobey Nie Xiaoqian's wishes. They walked into the ground one after another, wondering where they had gone.

Only after the other outsiders left did Nie Xiaoqian turn her eyes to Du Bai.

Du Bai's face was silent, but his heart was slightly moved.

After waiting for so long, the show finally came.

"Thank you for a long time, I have some words to talk to you." She pointed to the main hall where the ancestor Buddha was worshipped, "Please move there."

Du Baiyi was very brave and didn't feel that the other party would harm him, so he quickly flew into the hall.

The decorations around me are actually no different from what I saw during the day. It’s just that time seems to flow back to when the temple was in full swing two hundred years ago, everything is as new as before, without any dust.

The height in the air was as high as the big Buddha, just looking at its face. I don’t know if it was a psychological effect, but he always felt that the wood carved pupils of the big Buddha seemed to have a bit of spirituality, as if someone was really looking at him through those eyes.

Is there a person hidden in the wood carving? Of course it is impossible. Du Bai could feel that this wooden Buddha statue is really just a solid Buddha statue, and there is nothing strange at all.

However, the faint golden light on the surface was a rich layer of Buddha light. If it weren't for the protection of his righteous energy at this time, he would probably feel quite uncomfortable.

This made him pay more attention.
Chapter completed!