Inside the temple.
Yan Chi Xia and Xia Hou, each holding a long sword, looked around vigilantly.
Xia Hou stood with his back to Yan Chi Xia, his eyes scanning everywhere, but he still wanted to tease Yan Chi Xia.
“Hey, little Taoist priest, are you scared?”
At this moment, Yan Chi Xia looked only twenty years old, very young.
“Ha, ridiculous, your swordsmanship is not as good as mine, and your mind is not as strong as mine?”
“You!”
Xia Hou was directly offended, turned around and pointed his sword at Yan Chi Xia.
“Good boy, who did you say is not your opponent?”
Yan Chi Xia didn't speak, only sneered.
Xia Hou became more anxious.
The two of them were originally swordsmen who traveled around, and they met by chance.
Xia Hou thought that his swordsmanship was the best in the world, and he challenged Yan Chi Xia but was easily defeated, so he kept pestering him.
Yan Chi Xia teased Xia Hou, his tone relaxing a little.
“The sun was still above the horizon a while ago, I only thought this was a haunted house, but now that I take a look, there are more than tens of thousands of people who died unjustly here.”
“Xia Hou, you must be careful.”
Xia Hou snorted and continued to be vigilant.
“You don't need to remind me.”
Just as the two were about to have another verbal fight.
Ao Qing carried Nie Xiao Qian into the temple, his gaze swept over the two of them, and he shouted:
“With death imminent, are you two still fighting amongst yourselves?”
The two immediately turned around.
Xia Hou stared directly at Ao Qing.
Yan Chi Xia glanced at the dying Xiao Qian, then at Ao Qing.
“Who are you, and why are you carrying this woman to this dangerous place?”
Ao Qing wanted to use these two to lure out the Tree Demon, so he said:
“This King is the Dragon King of West Lake, and naturally, I came to this place to subdue the demon.”
“As for this woman, she is a poor soul that this King just rescued.”
Xia Hou drew his long sword, questioning coldly.
“Dragon King? A rescued poor soul? Look at me…”
With a whoosh.
Xia Hou's long sword flew out of his hand, spinning gracefully beside Ao Qing.
This scene frightened Xia Hou, his pupils shrinking almost to the size of pinpricks.
Ao Qing's expression was calm, he didn't even look at the long sword spinning around him.
“If this King didn't want to keep you to do some things, you would be a ghost by now.”
Yan Chi Xia subtly protected Xia Hou, his long sword lowered, his tone becoming more polite.
“Turns out it is the Dragon King in person, this subordinate was blind.”
“This subordinate would like to ask what exactly happened here, why is there such a heavy Yin Qi?”
Before Ao Qing could respond, a Buddhist chant sounded behind the two of them.
Fa Hai clasped his hands together, looking at the two.
“This place is called Lan Ru Temple, and it is occupied by an old demon who has been around for many years.”
“She has countless female ghosts under her command, who use their beauty to lure men, and during their pleasure, they take advantage of the opportunity to suck the men's blood and spirits.”
“This old demon has been doing this for years, and countless men have been killed by her, so there is such a heavy Yin Qi here.”
“If the two of you want to stay in the courtyard, you must be careful.”
Yan Chi Xia and Xia Hou looked at each other, and said solemnly:
“May I ask for your master's name, where do you practice, and what is your relationship with this Dragon King?”
Ao Qing saw Fa Hai and handed the task of communicating to him.
He carried Xiao Qian past them, and said to Fa Hai:
“I threw this woman up from the mountain, her life hangs in the balance, I am going to save her.”
“You persuade them to be bait, and lure out the Old Lady.”
Fa Hai nodded slightly, looking at Yan Chi Xia and Xia Hou, he said calmly:
“The two of you follow this monk.”
The three left, Ao Qing carried Xiao Qian back to the room, and began to circulate his magic to treat Xiao Qian.
Xiao Qian's illness was tuberculosis, a very urgent condition.
For mortals.
Tuberculosis was already a terminal illness, and acute tuberculosis was even more fatal.
It's no wonder that Xiao Qian still had a breath left.
She was hastily thrown up the mountain.
But for Ao Qing, no matter how urgent the tuberculosis was, it was just a matter of circulating his magic a few times.
As Ao Qing's magic flowed slowly through Xiao Qian's body.
The illness in the woman's body gradually disappeared, and she gradually recovered health.
Xiao Qian's breathing gradually stabilized, her eyelashes blinked gently twice, and she slowly opened her eyes.
The unfamiliar environment made her a little nervous, but then she remembered her previous memories at home, and couldn't help but feel sad.
“You seem very sad?”
Ao Qing's voice startled Xiao Qian, and she quickly turned her head, only to see a man still sitting beside the bed.
She subconsciously looked at the man's face, and was immediately stunned.
After a long while, Xiao Qian lowered her head softly, her voice carrying a hint of hope.
“Was it you who saved me, young master?”
Ao Qing hummed in response.
Xiao Qian's face turned red, like a drop of pink ink blooming on her alabaster white, smooth and delicate face.
“Young master’s life-saving grace, Xiao Qian has no way to repay, only to offer myself to you, please do not abandon me, young master.”
Ao Qing raised an eyebrow.
This line, why does it sound so familiar?
Outside the room, Fa Hai had already finished discussing cooperation with Yan Chi Xia.
Ao Qing comforted Xiao Qian a few words, coaxed her to drink some water, covered her with a blanket, and set up a protective array before going out to meet the three.
Upon seeing Ao Qing.
Yan Chi Xia immediately bowed and apologized:
“This subordinate is Yan Chi Xia, I didn't recognize the Dragon King's true face, I have offended you, please don't be angry, Dragon King.”
Behind Yan Chi Xia, Xia Hou was also sweating profusely.
After Fa Hai's introduction, Xia Hou finally understood what he had done.
As soon as Yan Chi Xia finished apologizing, Xia Hou bowed deeply.
“This subordinate is Xia Hou, I have offended you earlier, I am willing to be bait, please forgive me, Dragon King.”
Ao Qing's gaze swept over the two of them, he waved his hand, and said casually:
“This King is not so petty, I just hate people who talk nonsense.”
“Since Master Fa Hai has told you all, then your performance will depend on you later.”
Yan Chi Xia and Xia Hou immediately bowed and agreed.
The two went to prepare their rooms, only Fa Hai and Ao Qing were left behind.