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Chapter 1041 Chapter 1047 Strong Mental Power

I don’t know how long I was unconscious. I just felt a loud thunder in the distance, and then raindrops as big as beans fell down with a crackling sound.

Zhao Wuji hurriedly squinted his eyes, put his clothes on his head, looked around but no one was there, and hurried to find a place to shelter from the rain. Suddenly, he saw a corner of the eaves vaguely exposed on the high mountain in front of him, and he was delighted and ran towards it quickly.

When I got closer, I found that it was a dilapidated ancient temple. The temple door was half-closed, and the three characters "Lanruo Temple" on the lintel were already blurred.

Pushing the door open, I saw the courtyard was overgrown with weeds and the palace was dilapidated, obviously it had been abandoned for a long time.

He found a relatively intact side hall, took out a tinder and lit it. As the flames flickered, he suddenly noticed a portrait hanging on the wall. The woman in the painting was wearing plain clothes, with beautiful eyebrows and eyes, leaning against the railing and looking into the distance. Zhao Wuji was so engrossed in the painting that he felt that the woman seemed to be smiling at him.

"Young Master, are you training in the Fox Demon District?"

A cold voice sounded behind him, and Zhao Wuji turned around in shock, only to see a woman in white standing at the entrance of the palace. She looked exactly like the woman in the painting, but her face was so pale that she didn't look like a living person.

"My name is Zhao Wuji. I missed my place to stay because I was in a hurry, so I am taking shelter here. I wonder if you are..."

"My surname is Nie, my name is Xiaoqian, and I am the keeper of Lanruo Temple." She paused, "The keeper of Lanruo Temple."

Zhao Wuji was confused, wondering if he had entered the system's A Chinese Ghost Story script or Bai Zhi's illusion. After all, how could a weak woman guard the temple in this fox demon area in the wild mountains? But seeing that Xiao Qian behaved dignifiedly and spoke appropriately, he didn't ask too much and just treated her as a ghost.

Xiao Qian approached slowly, bringing with her a faint fragrance. She took out a pot of hot tea and poured it for Zhao Wuji. The aroma of the tea lingered, and Zhao Wuji felt his mind fluttering. He was a little dazed and thought to himself, "This illusion is too real, even the tea is hot?"

"Sir, are you married?" Xiao Qian suddenly asked.

Zhao Wuji was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "I am not married yet."

Xiao Qian's eyes flashed with a strange color, and she whispered, "Sir, are you willing to listen to my story?"

Without waiting for Zhao Wuji to answer, she started talking: "Once upon a time, there was a woman who was forced to marry a wealthy businessman as a concubine because her family fell into poverty. The wealthy businessman was violent and would beat and scold her at will. The woman could not bear the humiliation and committed suicide by jumping into a well. After death, her soul could not rest in peace and was trapped by a monster. She had to..."

Before he finished speaking, a shrill owl cry suddenly came from outside the palace. Xiao Qian's face changed drastically, and she stood up suddenly: "Master, hurry up!"

"Why?"

"Don't ask any more questions, just go!" Xiao Qian stamped her feet anxiously, "If we don't leave now, it will be too late!"

Zhao Wuji was about to ask more questions when he suddenly felt a gust of cold wind blowing and the candles in the hall went out. In the darkness, he saw Xiaoqian's figure gradually blur and dissipate into a wisp of green smoke.

"Miss Xiaoqian!" he exclaimed, but heard a cold voice in his ear: "What a fool you are! How dare you trespass into my territory."

Zhao Wuji felt a chill on the back of his neck, and a skinny hand rested on his shoulder. He turned around abruptly, and in the light of lightning outside the window, he saw a green-faced, fang-toothed monster grinning at him.

The monster was extremely scary, with red eyes, exposed fangs, and a foul smell all over its body. Zhao Wuji was so scared that he turned around and tried to run away, but was grabbed by the monster.

"Since you're here, why not stay and keep me company?" The monster laughed weirdly and opened its bloody mouth to bite.

At the critical moment, a white light flashed, and the monster screamed and let go of Zhao Wuji. He looked closely and saw Xiaoqian holding an ancient bronze sword and confronting the monster.

"Grandma, please let him go!" Xiaoqian begged, "He is a good man"

"Good person?" The monster called Grandma sneered, "There are no good people in this world! Xiaoqian, are you tempted by worldly desires?"

Xiao Qian bit her lip and said nothing, just protecting Zhao Wuji behind her. Seeing this, the grandmother was furious and waved her claws to grab Xiao Qian. Xiao Qian raised her sword to meet him, and the two fought together.

Zhao Wuji then realized that Xiaoqian was really a ghost, and that grandma might be a thousand-year-old tree demon that trapped her. He recalled the story that Xiaoqian hadn't finished, and he felt both shocked and sad.

As the fight got more intense, Xiao Qian gradually became exhausted. Grandma grabbed Xiao Qian's shoulder with one claw and knocked her to the ground. Seeing this, Zhao Wuji shot a crossbow arrow with his left hand, picked up the ancient bronze sword on the ground with his right hand and stabbed at Grandma.

"Looking for death!" Grandma waved her hand, and Zhao Wuji flew out like a kite with a broken string, hitting the wall heavily. He felt that his internal organs were about to shift, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. Seeing this, Xiaoqian's eyes flashed with a trace of determination. She bit her tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the bronze ancient sword. The ancient sword suddenly shone brightly, turning into a stream of light that went straight to grandma.

The old lady was caught off guard and the ancient sword pierced through her chest. She let out a shrill scream, and her figure gradually dissipated, eventually turning into a wisp of black smoke and disappearing.

Xiaoqian also seemed to have exhausted her vitality, and her body gradually became transparent. Zhao Wuji crawled to her side and held her in his arms.

"Sir." Xiao Qian said weakly, "I have been waiting for you here."

"wait for me?"

"I saw you three hundred years ago." Xiao Qian's voice became softer and softer. "At that time, you were a scholar staying here with us."

Before she finished her words, her figure turned into fluorescent dots and dissipated into the air.

"Fuck, is this a scenario I've experienced before, or did Bai Zhi trigger my inner demons?"

The rain stopped at some point, and the sky in the east began to turn pale. Suddenly, he heard voices coming from outside, and when he went out to look, he saw several woodcutters walking towards him.

"Sir, why are you here?" the woodcutter asked in surprise. "This Lanruo Temple has been abandoned for three hundred years. There is not even a ghost here on weekdays."

Zhao Wuji was delighted when he heard this, knowing that it was undoubtedly the inner demon, so he asked with a smile: "Is there a woman named Nie Xiaoqian in this temple?"

The woodcutters looked at each other in bewilderment: "Nie Xiaoqian? Isn't that the woman who committed suicide by jumping into a well three hundred years ago? I heard that she died by jumping into a well here because she didn't want to marry a rich businessman as a concubine."

"It's strange. It's not strange that there are ghosts here, but how could there be a woodcutter? Haha."

Zhao Wuji slowly opened his eyes and looked at Bai Zhi who was making hand seals and chanting something hard.

"The magic power comes from the sky, the magic power comes from the water... I am the Black Mountain Grandma..."

Zhao Wuji felt very strange. He had already exited the illusion, so what was Bai Zhi still busying about?

"Could it be that that grandma was killed, so Bai Zhi's recovery is slower than mine?"

"Could it be that scenario players are immune to this type of illusion?"

Zhao Wuji looked at the two beauties who were still in a semi-idiotic state of grinning, so he had no choice but to stand up and scoop some water from the roadside stream and splash it on their faces.

"Oh, it's cold."

The two beauties turned from their silly grins and started swearing.

"Damn it! I became a ghost and was played by a tree demon."

Zhao Wuji asked jokingly, "Are you comfortable?"

"What a comfort, helping her seduce men every day?"

Bai Zhi also recovered by then. She had probably used up all her magic power in creating the illusion. Seeing that the situation was not right, she dodged and disappeared.

"It seems that this Qingxin Talisman doesn't have much effect."

"It worked, otherwise how could we wake up? But you didn't have the Qingxin Talisman, so how come you woke up faster than us? Are you in cahoots with the fox demon?"

“I have strong mental strength.”