When the workers' door was busy building the tomb, Li Xiuyuan was a person walking around the neighborhood to see how the scene of this place where the plums were buried in the future, and whether there was anything filthy, if any, it would be necessary to immediately change the place of burial!

And the impression of the temple, the dark and terrible scene is different.

Although it is a cemetery, it is also tree-lined, bird-speak flowers, treasures, tombstones, and it is obviously a special monk to take care of it.

After a little circle, Li Xiuyuan also thought that this was a good place to bury his bones.

And he also intends to bury the green plum in the temple, so that he may be able to meet again in the future, to know that here is talking about the world, people are dead, maybe the soul is still there.

This is also a little bit of Lee’s selfishness.

"Young master, the tomb has been built, and you can enter the soil."Suddenly, the sound of the guarding iron mountain sounded.

"I know."Li Xiu nodded his head and wanted to turn back.

But when he returned, he was left behind and suddenly fell on the tombstone of a tomb.

The tombstone engraved with the name of a dead man made Li Xiuyuan suddenly froze.

"The grave of the daughter of Nie Xiaoqian."

Xiao Qian?

Li Xiuyuan immediately changed his face, close to see, but it is true that this tomb is really Nie Xiaoqian's tomb.

Who is Xiao Qian?

Come to think of it, as long as people who have seen the ghosts of the genie do not know, but also the most famous love of Liaosai, and Ning Cechen interpretation of a breath of people's ghost love.

“Shut up Nie Xiaoqian is actually dead, already buried in the temple of Lan Ruo, so it is not that the main characters in the temple are all together.”Li Xiuyuan suddenly remembered that the young plums who had died were suitable.

Indeed, the green plum is the girl under the next thousand-year-old tree demon, and Nie Xiaoqian is the girl's little girl.

As for the thousand-year-old demon, there is no doubt that it was the god tree that escaped before that.

The assumption before me was correct.

At this point, Li Xiuyuan suddenly had a lot of thoughts in his mind, and looked at the tomb of Nie Xiaoqian.

"Young master, the tomb has been built, and the young master has ordered the burial."At this time, the mountain came over and said something.

Li Xiuyuan did not hear for a while.

“What did you just say?”

Tie Shan said, "Young master, the little boy said that the tomb has been built, and the young master ordered the burial."

Li Xiuyuan nodded and said, "Tieshan, you remember this tomb, let people clean it up later, offer a candle, paper money, and don't forget to remind me to worship this tomb when I sweep the tomb for the young girl."

"Yes, little note, but the young master, this tomb does not know who it is, and it is necessary to work the young master to sweep the tomb for him."Iron Mountain asked, "It seems that such a tomb is afraid that it is a woman who has died in his hometown before, and there are many such tombs in Lanruo Temple."

"Don't ask, write it down."Li Xiuyuan said.

“Yes, a little mouth.”Iron Mountain did not dare to ask any more questions.

Of course, he would not know the special nature of Nie Xiaoqian's tomb.

Only Li Xiuyuan knows, but at present, Lan Ruo Temple is still prosperous, has not yet decayed, and female ghosts have naturally not yet appeared, but when the time comes, this Lanruo Temple will naturally become the Lanjo Temple of his impression, and at that time...

"Perhaps I shall see the chicks again."Lee thought darkly.

Turn away.

He came to the tomb of the young man and buried the earth for him.

After some repair, with the already carved tombstone after the tombstone was erected, the tomb of Qingmei fell in front of him, and then Li Xiuyuan paid tribute to it, and everything came to an end.

In the evening, the sun sets.

The back of the mountain in the Lan Ruo Temple is now somewhat gloomy.

At this time, Li Xiu said in the distance: "Little butterfly, the future of the young Mei girl has been done, you have been kneeling here to worship is not a way, so down your body will eat, since the young girl has entered the earth for peace, we do not continue to disturb her rest here, and now it is not too early, we should leave Lan Ruo Temple to return to Guobei County, next time, if you think, I will take you to worship."

“Hmm.”Still sad kneeling in front of the tomb of the little butterfly, the rest of the paper money after all the rest of the paper money burned, only to wipe the tears to respond to the sound.

After packing up, Li Xiuyuan immediately took a small butterfly, and many Lifu family, Qi Qi left.

Before leaving, Li Xiuyuan said to the empty master who was sent to the mountain gate: "Master of the empty, although you have escaped the millenary tree, but its roots in Lanruo Temple, sooner or later will come back, you pay more attention, if there is something to come to Guobei County to find me, I will help you in addition to this demon, but also Gui Temple a clean."

“Amitabha!”

The empty master clasped his hands together, sang the Buddha trumpet, and did not answer clearly.

"In this way, the empty master, in the next farewell."Li Xiuyuan arched his hand and motioned, “Let’s go.”

At that time, more than a hundred riders, as well as many chass and horses, Qi Qi left Lanruo Temple and went to Guobei County.

After walking to the distance, Li Xiu looked back at the distant temple.

If everything is played like the trajectory of history, then the tragedy in the temple of Lan Ruo will still happen, and the end of these monks is destined to be miserable.

But now even if Li Xiuyuan wants to stop it, it can only be reminded.

He could not have kept the thousand-year-old tree demon in the Lanjo Temple.

Facing the final afterglow, Li Xiuyuan and others entered the territory of Guobei County.

At this time, the sky was completely dark.

Until the night.

A deep mountain forest deep in the back of the mountain behind Lan Ruo Temple suddenly blew a strange wind.

Under the ground seemed to be something passing through, lifting a piece of dirt, leaving a trace as if cultivated, this trace was densely packed, covering a large area deep in the back mountain, like a dense spider, making people feel incredible.

“Hang on!”

Suddenly, in this dense spider heart, the land bulged and exploded, a tree trunk without bark suddenly rushed out.

This trunk is vaguely human, with hands and feet, and the face cannot be seen as an old face of a man or a woman, as if it is a statue carved from a tree, but the scalp is tingling, and the wood carving is not a dead creature, but a living thing.

At this moment, the old face of the wooden man showed the look of anger and resentment, and a intermittent hoarse voice came from his mouth: "Li... Li Xiuyuan, you have broken my foundation, I must take revenge."

“The choir!”

In the woods, a elk was suddenly alarmed by this sound and turned around very alert.

But the next moment, an old root suddenly came out of the ground, directly pierced the elk who wanted to escape, and then the roots of the tree suddenly sucked, and a fat elk immediately turned into a corpse.

After absorbing the flesh and blood of the elk, the old wrinkles of the tree's face seemed to be slightly lighter.

“But it is not enough.”The hoarse voice drifted, and the thousand-year-old tree shone again into the depths of the earth, and soon disappeared without a trace.