Han Yiming was shocked when he heard this. How did the deer know? He heard the voice saying, "It's too late, it's too late! But fortunately, it's not too late!" Han Yiming said, "How do you know?" The voice said, "The third stone box is Pingbo's resentment, don't touch it." After saying this, the voice never sounded again. Han Yiming stood there for a while, slowly walked to the third stone platform, but did not dare to touch the box.

He looked at what was inside the third stone box, but after looking at the stone box for a while, he never reached out to touch it. There were many characters on the stone box, but there were more mud gold characters, and there were not so many red and black characters. And when he looked at the stone box, he felt extremely gloomy. In addition, the deer said this to him, and he refused to move the stone box easily. After looking at it for a moment, his feet lightened and his eyes turned black. Before he knew it, he returned to the main hall.

Standing in the darkness, Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, and when he looked back, the carved wooden door of the main hall was hidden in the darkness, he felt even more gloomy. He stood for a while, and the cave in front of the cauldron was gone. Han Yiming was nervous. Although Taoist Pingbo did many evil deeds, he must have been his reason for the fact that he was so cautious about the fact that Han Yiming had not seen the deer head and heard the secretary of the sect. He stood in front of the hall and turned around and left.

He put the horned tooth in his mouth and then went back along the way. There was no one on the way. He walked straight through two small gates before he saw two figures in front. Although there was no lamp here, the moonlight was clear. Looking at the figure and back, he was a disciple of two disciples under the sect of the Taoist Pacific. Han Yiming walked behind, silently. After walking a few steps, he heard a disciple in front of him say, "Senior Brother, is the guest you said you were invited by Master Qian, or the ancestor?" Another disciple said, "I heard that it was invited by Master Qian." The previous disciple said, "But the ancestor has not seen him these days, not the guests invited by Master Qian." The latter disciple said, "You care about him, whoever invites guests, what do you care about so much?"

The former disciple said, "Oh, I'm not in charge. But this is it. When he came that day, he walked to the master. Our master was in the sect, but he was responsible for the important task of the sect. He didn't even look at him, and then walked over. Therefore, my master was a little unhappy. I was looking for a way to tease him so that he could give his master a sigh." The disciple behind said, "You take a shortcut and think about the master's thoughts very much. However, if he was the guest invited by Master Qian, you would be fooled. But if he was invited by Master Qian, he would be fooled. If he was invited by Master Qian, he would be fooled. He would be punished by Master." The former disciple said, "It's just for this that I dare not take action easily. I led him to the main hall, but unfortunately I didn't have this opportunity. He might not have gone with me."

After hearing only a few words, Han Yiming knew that these two disciples were disciples sent by Taoist Pingbo who did not follow the practice. He must be the disciples of the arrogant Taoist whom he came to see on the day. He heard them come to the main hall and noticed them. He only heard the latter disciple say, "Even if you lead him there, you may not be able to do it. That place was weird. A few years ago, I heard that the underground was a monster under his throne, and it appeared from time to time. The monster has been suppressing for so many years, but I don't know whether it has been transformed or not? I heard that the previous masters who died young also died because of the monster. Don't cause trouble!"

Then one of the disciples laughed and said, "Where did I get to this unlucky head? I'll live for a few more years! I secretly took him to the cauldron, and it was impossible to say that he was injured by the remaining spiritual power of the monsters underneath. Then wouldn't we just let this breath on behalf of the master?" The disciples behind said, "This method is inappropriate, it's really inappropriate. No one of us has seen that monster, it's just a legend. Even the older brothers have never seen it. Can you take it seriously?

?As for those uncles and uncles, they have never happened, so I am afraid they will not take it seriously." The previous disciple said, "But the master's seriousness is not fake?" The latter disciple said, "You are kind-hearted, but if it is not like this, some of the people below are not monsters, but spiritual power. If it is counterproductive, wouldn't it be a mistake? It's better not to move. Everything is like this, and it's better to be quiet than a movement."

When Han Yiming heard that they were calculating him like this, he wanted to use the deer king he had set tonight to plot against him, and couldn't help but sigh. The disciples of Taoist Pingbo were still inappropriate. Seeing that they had already walked to the yard where they lived, the two of them still walked backwards, stopped following, turned around and entered the yard, and came to the front of the house, and pushed open the door. The room was pitch black. Han Yiming lit the light when he went out, and he didn't know when it was going to go out. He didn't look for fire to light the light. He walked directly to the bed and lay on the bed.

When he lay down, he realized that the bed was very narrow, much narrower than when he was sleeping on weekdays. Han Yiming couldn't help but say wonderingly: "Why is it so narrow, you can't even turn over your body." He looked in and saw a person lying in the bed! Han Yiming was so scared that he almost jumped up. When he went out, there was obviously no one in the room, so why did he come out by himself? There was one more person on the bed. Just as he was about to jump up, he felt that his body was soft and weak. The person beside him moved, and Han Yiming couldn't help but jumped towards him.

Suddenly, there was dizziness on his head. Han Yiming felt like he had fallen into the bottomless abyss, dizzy and was trying to hold back, but he didn't know where to use his strength. He suddenly fell to the bottom and a numb pain came from his back. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw the dim lights reflected on the top of the green cloth tent above. Han Yiming couldn't move for a moment, and he looked at it with a squint, and there was no one around him. Then he breathed a sigh of relief. Could it be that he was dreaming? Han Yiming calmed down, moved his hands and feet, sat up, the door of the room was closed well, and the oil lamp on the table was not extinguished, but

The lamp oil was short and it seemed as if it was dark. The deer head was definitely not dreaming, and even the two disciples were definitely not imagined. They followed behind and heard clearly. Han Yiming was still a little uneasy, and always thought it was not wrong to release the deer, but at this time, he was no longer worried. The deer must be the deer he had seen in the secretary of the sect. He did not know whether the deer king was, but whether it was deer king or not, it was related to Lingshan. Taoist Pingbo imprisoned it here, not knowing what it was intended? It must not be a good thing!

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