As a scholar, Ning Caichen naturally had no backbone when facing Lin Yueru. Just seeing that gleaming sword nearly scared him into wetting himself. Zhao Ling'er took pity on him and pulled Lin Yueru back; otherwise, who knew what Lin Yueru might have done to him.
Tying him up and whipping him was not out of the question.
Ning Caichen had also been sent here to collect a debt, but unfortunately, the people here had no money to give him. Just as they had previously told Fang Zheng, they had pooled all their money to pay those "masters" to subdue demons. With their lives hanging by a thread, who had the mood to care about a poor scholar?
But Ning Caichen was stubborn. He refused to go home without collecting the money, so when they were pushed too far, they simply told him, "The people who took the money are up in the mountains. If you've got the guts, go up there and ask them for it!" (Though that was also true, seeing as they had all died on the mountain.)
So this fool really went up the mountain.
While Fang Zheng and the others were attacked by those female ghosts at the foot of the mountain, this guy encountered nothing at all up there—he could only say that protagonists had good luck.
"Brother Fang, what do we do now?"
Along the way, Lin Yueru had grown familiar with Fang Zheng. She no longer called him Divine Physician, instead calling him Brother Fang.
"Ling'er said this temple has demonic aura. How about we just burn it down?"
"Of course we should burn it down..."
Looking at the old locust tree in the temple, Fang Zheng felt that such a huge pile of firewood would be wasted if it was not