The weak princess is super fierce

Chapter 536: Fake and Real

There are no restricted areas in Zhishang Taoist Temple except the courtyard where the master of the temple lives and the residences of the nuns.

There's nothing wrong with going to the back of the Taoist temple.

After lunch, before Meng Shisan took Chang'an to the back of the Taoist temple, she gave Chang'an a wink while Baozhu was not paying attention.

After hundreds of years of tacit understanding, Chang'an immediately understood: "Baozhu, the young lady will go to the back of the temple later. Let's go to the kitchen in the temple first to see if there are any delicious snacks and tea to bring."

Baozhu had no doubts: "Okay!"

After agreeing, she turned around excitedly. Chang'an raised his hand to touch her face, and she closed her eyes and fell into Chang'an's arms.

Changan picked up Baozhu and placed her on the bed in the inner room of the guest room, then walked back to the outer room: "Miss, it's done."

Meng Shisan stood up and said, "Let's go."

There were spells set up around the tombstone, and even a water snake with six hundred years of Taoism could not get close. She had lost all her magical powers and only had a tiny bit of demonic energy. She summoned Chang'an to break the spell that was set up by someone unknown.

Since the purpose is to break the spell, the orb naturally cannot be present.

No matter how brave Baozhu Jinyinshangchun was, the most he had seen was a small evil spirit possessed by a human being that couldn't even use magic. He had never really seen a demon and magic.

It’s better not to scare Baozhu.

Otherwise, if Zhenjiao Baozhu knew about it, then Jinyin Shangchun would definitely know about it too.

Although there are many legends about the existence of monsters in the world throughout history, they are just legends, and most people will never see a real monster in their entire lives.

Although monsters are stronger than humans, their numbers are far less than that of humans. No matter how powerful a monster is, it cannot compete with the thousands and millions of humans.

Therefore, if the monster can remain unknown to people, it is better to keep it as unknown as possible.

Leaving Baozhu behind, Meng Shisan and Chang'an came to the back of the Zhishang Taoist temple.

The Zhishang Taoist Temple is located at the top of Qingyun Peak. There is a cliff at the back of the temple, and there is a small forest between the temple and the cliff.

The small forest on the hill is not big, and there are large areas of locust trees planted on it.

As soon as Chang An walked into it, he felt very familiar: "Miss, this place is somewhat similar to the locust tree forest behind our Meng residence."

She is a 900-year-old locust tree demon, whose body is planted in the backyard of the Meng residence.

There is a whole locust tree forest outside the back door of the Meng family's backyard.

The one in the middle was planted by the owner himself so that she would have a companion.

Later, she personally planted many more trees around the center locust tree that her master had planted for her, until a whole locust tree forest was formed.

Meng Shisan walked confidently, moving forward step by step.

She walked and looked until she saw a locust tree with the word "Meng" on it, and then she stopped.

Changan also stopped and said, "Miss, this is the word 'Meng'. The handwriting is similar to..."

"It is exactly the same as the word Meng that I personally carved on the trunk of the locust tree that I planted and gave to you in the locust tree forest behind the Meng residence." Meng Shisan continued Chang'an's unfinished words and sighed, "It is a very similar imitation."

Her handwriting is not a secret.

But not many people can understand her handwriting.

Over the past thousand years, there have been only a handful of people.

But in front of this similar locust tree, in front of the word "Meng" carved in the imitation of her handwriting, she couldn't think of who it could be.

"Miss, can you guess who it is?" Chang'an asked. Meng Shisan shook his head, "I can't think of it. Judging from this tree, it should be more than a hundred years old. More than a hundred years ago, except for coming here to suppress the demon abyss, I have never come here again."

Changan placed his hand on the thick trunk of the locust tree, then withdrew his hand after a while: "The tree is one hundred and forty years old."

"One hundred and forty years... is the same age as the founding of the Wei Dynasty." Meng Shisan suddenly thought of something, "Chang'an, take another look. In this locust tree forest, apart from this similar locust tree and the word Meng on the tree, is there anything else similar to our Meng residence?"

"Okay." Chang'an flashed and then carefully explored the four directions of the locust tree forest.

Meng Shisan reached out and touched the words on the tree trunk, and his past memories were awakened.

She saved Chang'an that year, but she didn't want to restrain her steps because of Chang'an, so she refused to take Chang'an with her and took him to the Laozu Cave Temple to practice together.

However, looking at Chang'an's lonely and hopeless expression, she really couldn't bear it, so she came up with the idea of ​​planting a locust tree with her own hands, engraving her surname on it, using it as her substitute, accompanying Chang'an to stay in Meng's house and guard the Meng's house.

Once the thought comes, it can no longer be suppressed.

So she did it.

Afterwards, when Chang'an saw the small locust tree sapling with the word "Meng" engraved on it behind Meng's house, she finally smiled. At that moment, she knew that she had done the right thing.

After about a cup of tea, Chang An returned to Meng Shisan and said, "Miss, there is no locust tree forest in this area that is similar to the one behind our Meng residence. But I found a magic array hidden in this locust tree forest. I can't tell what the array is, but I can be sure that it was set up by a demon hunter."

"Are you sure?" Meng Shisan couldn't help but frown when she heard that there was a magic circle related to the demon hunter under this locust tree.

"Yes." Chang'an said firmly, "Miss, do you still remember the time when you rescued me from the demon hunter?"

Meng Shisan said, "You mean that old bald donkey wanted to trap you, who had just awakened your spiritual wisdom and was only 300 years old, in a small world, in order to uproot and kill you, and that's why he set up that magic circle?"

"That's right." Chang'an remembered very clearly the situation when he was 300 years old and was almost wiped out by the demon hunter. "That magic circle is exactly the same as the one I saw in this locust tree forest."

Meng Shisan nodded: "So, this is a magic circle that can defend when it is still and attack when it is moving. Which demon hunter would set up such a magic circle that can defend and attack at the same time? And why would he set up this magic circle?"

After a pause, she asked again: "Besides this magic circle, have you discovered anything else?"

"No more." Chang'an replied.

Meng Shisan pointed at the similar locust tree in front of him and asked: "Is it located in the center?"

Changan has also seen this: "Yes."

It seems that the person who planted this locust tree, carved the word "Meng", and planted this entire locust tree forest not only had been to her old residence, the Meng House, but also knew her quite well.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have known so much about what she did six hundred years ago in such detail, and could imitate her handwriting so realistically.

If she had not come here in person today and seen the tree and the words with her own eyes, she probably would not have believed it even if she had only heard about it from others.

"Chang'an."

"exist."

"If I hadn't said it just now, would you be able to tell that this word 'Meng' was an imitation of my handwriting?"

"can not tell."

Meng Shisan said nothing more.

Changan also told the truth.

The locust tree and the word "Meng" before my eyes are indeed realistic enough to be mistaken for the real thing.

If it's not me, I really can't tell whether it's true or not.