Huan Niang's answer gradually became sleepy: "Huan Niang doesn't know... Shi Yanei sent some weapons in the house, some of which were very sneaky, but my brother was not in the house... I was about to go play with his new weapons. Those strange things in ancient times, probably would be crossbows when they were assembled..."

Huang E thought about it, pulled a piece of clothing she wore out of date, and lay down again: "The door is closed... If the Yanei takes the crossbow over, that kind of thing needs to be secretly touched - privately hiding the weapons is also a serious crime."

Huanniang replied vaguely: "The general... seems..."

Huang E looked at the roof and replied: "Although the general can carry bows and arrows, the crossbows are controlled. Among the six armies of the court, except for the imperial guards who can configure crossbows, even the wing troops in various places are not allowed to be easily equipped. Oh, even the imperial guards, the crossbows are usually collected in Curry, so how dare the soldiers take them home at will.

Shi Yanei's father was a Wuwei Army judge. According to regulations, even his father was not qualified to have a crossbow... Yanei was really kind-hearted. This time, in order to help us, even such a secret was leaked."

Huan Niang answered intermittently: "Don't be stupid... Miss Chu..."

Huang E wanted to explain something. She taught Huan Niang a few words about getting along with others, but there was no movement around her. After a while, Huang E called Huan Niang a few words about Huan Niang's name, but there was no response. She stared at the roof with her eyes and stared at the roof for a while, and gradually fell asleep.

At this moment, in a small village about three miles outside Haizhou City, a lonely lamp was flashing. At first, the monk who went through the courtyard to tell fortunes was sitting alone in front of the lonely lamp, whispering some scriptures in his mouth.

The lonely lamp was jumping, the room was indescribable and the old monk's expression was gentle, just like a Taoist monk.

This is a family sanctuary of a certain family. The old monk stayed here and asked the owner of the ancestral hall to recite scriptures for a few days to pray for blessings. Today is the first day when the monk lives in, and he always acts the most seriously on this day. So the old monk looked very focused, and the leaping light of the oil lamp coated his face with a kind halo...

It was late at night, and the old monk's scriptures were at a critical point, and the temperature in the house suddenly dropped a few degrees, as if the cold winter had returned to this Mayday.

The old monk seemed calm and his voice was calm. He didn't even twitch his eyelids, but said lightly: "You are here."

There was a shadow in the dark shadow of the lamp. The shadow was a human shape, but it gave people the feeling of being incredible. It suddenly appeared in the house, without any warning before. When it appeared, the temperature around it suddenly became cold, and there was a little wind blowing from time to time, as if a crack was opened in the underground, a demon crawling out of the underground abyss, carrying the cold smell of hell - all of this appeared like the legendary evil ghost in the abyss.

However, legend is a legend after all. In just a while, the temperature in the air gradually rose.

The old monk opposite seemed not to notice all the changes. He said to himself calmly: "The donor's footsteps are so fast, I expected that I could not escape the donor's tracking. When I was in your yard, I originally wanted to sit there to get rid of the donor's entanglement, but you said, as long as people don't mess with me, I will not mess with others.

I think that the donor intervenes in this matter, perhaps it is just random or accidental. Since the donor is willing to let go, we have nothing to do from now on. So after I come back, I did not dare to meet with others, but just sent someone to send a letter to persuade others to settle things."

The shadow opposite grinned: "You did not send the letter. After returning to this ancestral temple, you released a pigeon, and then hung a wooden sign for praying for three days at the entrance of the ancestral temple. The wooden sign was still hanging upside down.

Yes, you did write a letter, and I saw it, but the letter was not sent out, just hidden in the futon under your butt - I said, stop pretending, people are not the roots of trees, they sit for years, can you bear the lumbar and cervical vertebrae? Do you want me to massage for you?"

The old monk asked: "Why didn't the donor come under the light shadow?"

The lights in the oil house were very dim. In this era, there were no street lights in the countryside, so the night in the whole countryside was completely dark. In addition to three feet around the oil lamp, you can also see things. In the room, the objects were blurred, and even completely "not seeing the black fingers when you reach out."

Shadow smiled: "I'm not wearing clothes, so I'm embarrassed to stand under the light... Monk, you just said wrong, you added two more words to my words - 'As long as'. I said that if you don't provoke me, I won't provoke me, but you have provoked me, and then suddenly I found that I couldn't afford to provoke me, so I wanted to stop halfway and asked me to pretend that nothing happened - why?"

The old monk said calmly: "The donor is not a human."

This statement seems to be a swear word in modern times, but in the ancient times when idol worshipped, even the toilet gods were there. To say that you are not a human being is a compliment, which means that you are too capable and cannot be compared with ordinary people.

In the shadow, Shiteng chuckled: "Yes, if you had never said this, I might not have come to you. I am very busy. There are so many things in the world, so how can I have time to spend time with an old and immortal guy? But my "travel" is indeed a mess. Who brought me here? I have been looking for answers, and your words just aroused my interest..."

The old monk suddenly widened his eyes, and the bloody complexion on his face disappeared in an instant. He opened his mouth, and it took him no idea how long it took to speak: "There was a rumor that there was a military man in Daming Mansion who had a quick foot journey. He was good at casting spells. If he had two armored horses tied to his feet, he could travel a hundred miles a day; if he had four armored horses tied to him, he could travel a hundred miles a day.

I always think that the donor runs as fast as lightning because he is also good at this magical method... Could it be that the donor is really not a human?"

Shi Meng replied slowly in the dark shadow: "When traveling 300 miles a day, what is his displacement? Is it burning gasoline or diesel... No, is it burning natural gas? There are no highways in this era, and even the broken road conditions dare to drive Santana to forty miles? 300 miles a day, does it think there are no traffic police in this era?"

The monk blinked: "Shi mainly asked me to solve my doubts, and I shouldn't have used such a teasing tone."

Shi Chuan laughed: "Yes, I have heard the legend you said, but the times I heard are different from the present - is that man named Dai Zong, nicknamed Shenxing Taibao? Ahem, I really suspect that he has a QQ private car."

The old monk stuttered: "It's not that you use magic, and you speak so strangely that it makes people unable to understand... Is the donor just said something about the gods and ghosts, so mortals cannot know it?... There is no warning when you appear. Is the donor really a passing god who was summoned by someone by chance... I understand, it turns out that there are really gods in the world. The so-called "the gods are here with their heads" really encourage people to be kind, really."

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