The young monk has returned to secular life

Yi Zhen knew that Mu Yunqing was a cunning "little fox", and she could definitely imagine the benefits she mentioned.

She is embarrassing herself just to add some chips, but the merit points are indeed extremely important to her, and currently she is the only one who can help her quickly obtain the merit points.

Yizhen found that ever since he met Mu Yunqing, he had been conquered by her.

He secretly recorded these "new and old grudges" in his mind, thinking that when he developed new skills and defeated Qingmei and Zhou Jin, he would definitely get his money back from Mu Yunqing with profit.

Mu Yunqing felt extremely comfortable when he saw Yizhen deflated.

She pretended to think for a moment: "I want you..."

"Okay, I agree." Yi Zhen took advantage of the opportunity and replied quickly.

He threw the cassock outside the monk's robe on the chair, and showed a posture of sacrificing his life for righteousness: "It's better to choose the day than to hit the sun. I can satisfy you now."

Mu Yunqing was stunned for a moment, and only after he came to his senses did he realize that he had been teased by Yizhen again.

She stretched out her hand to twist his ears, but this time Yizhen dodged her.

"You are really stubborn! You'd better stick your ears out, otherwise..."

"How about it? If you have the guts, give me another 'immortal fixation'." Since Qingmei is not here, Yizhen is naturally confident.

Mu Yun stamped his feet angrily: "If you want me to help you, you must listen to me honestly and don't disobey me."

"Is this your condition?"

"Correct."

"Okay, deal."

"Now, put your ears over here."

"..."

In half a month, Yizhen received 9 religious services.

In order to prevent Liefang Pavilion from causing trouble to him, Mu Yunqing specially arranged for Zhou Jin to accompany him.

Looking at the nine merit points in the dark abyss, Yi Zhen had a strong premonition: as long as there is one more, there will be a surprise.

Because he discovered that these nine star points were not randomly scattered in the dark abyss, but were neatly arranged into a star chain.

He discovered this pattern after he saved Fang Yuan.

Old Man Fang's death only produced one star point. Without paying attention, he moved the "little vixen" to the first level of Heavenly Dao.

After the man in black in Liefang Pavilion was saved, he didn't have time to think about it carefully, but when Fang Yuan entered reincarnation, he was surprised to find that the arrangement of the merit points seemed to be regular.

After the big black ghost was removed, the star point formed by Chaodu Fang Yuan magically moved to the location of the first star point.

After he moved the small ring to the first level of Tiandao, he quietly recorded the location of the star point.

Sure enough, after he saved the first person with the help of Mu Yunqing, the star point formed by the dead soul stopped at the position he marked with his spiritual consciousness.

Then, the star point formed by the second person stopped at the position where Fang Yuan formed the star point at the beginning.

The star points formed by the third person actually line up along this straight line.

In this way, it extends to the ninth star point, forming the image of "nine stars in a row".

Nine is the ultimate number of magic. If it exceeds the number, it will change.

Yi Zhen is looking forward to what kind of changes will happen when the tenth star point arrives.

Three days later, it happened to be March 15th.

Early in the morning, a servant came to the Duke's Mansion.

It was said that the son of Jiang Yuan's wife's family in the south of the city had passed away, and they asked the holy monks from the Duke's Mansion to save the soul of their son.

Yizhen had been waiting for someone to die for three days, and he almost jumped up with joy when he heard the news.

As soon as Youshi arrived, he couldn't wait to get on the carriage with Zhou Jin.

Along the way, the smile on his lips never stopped.

Zhou Jin couldn't help but remind him: "If you go to save others like this, I won't help you if you get beaten up."

When Yi Zhen heard this, he quickly calmed down his expression, but the smile in his eyes could not be hidden.

Zhou Jin couldn't help but ask: "Yizhen, tell me the truth, what are the benefits of being so happy to save the people of Xinzhou City?"

"Amitabha, it is the bounden duty of a young monk to serve the people."

Zhou Jin turned his head to the side with a cold face, not looking at him again the whole time.

In two quarters of an hour, the carriage arrived at Jiang Yuanwai's doorstep.

In more than half a month, the first nine homes that Yi Zhen visited were all poor people, and this was the first one as big as Jiang Yuan's wife's home.

The coachman was waiting outside the door, and Yizhen and Zhou Jin got out of the carriage one after another.

Jiang Yuanwai was waiting at the door.

He looked to be in his fifties, with red and swollen eyes and a sad expression. Seeing Yizhen getting off the carriage, he hurriedly set off to greet him.

"Here comes the holy monk..."

Yizhen clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, that's good, that's good. Mr. Jiang, please give me your condolences."

Jiang Yuanwai wiped his tears with his sleeves and sighed one after another.

He only had a son who had just been married for less than two months and didn't even have any children. Now that the white-haired man was giving away the black-haired man, how could he not be sad?

Yizhen followed Jiang Yuanwai into the mansion. The courtyard was filled with white lanterns.

In the mourning hall, in addition to the maids and servants on both sides, there were two young women dressed in mourning clothes, kneeling in front of the coffin and sobbing softly.

This is the wife and concubine of the deceased Jiang Wenyuan.

The wooden coffin behind them was closed but not yet nailed.

Yizhen circled around Jiang Wenyuan's coffin and didn't feel any ghost energy.

But the Bodhi tree in his sea of ​​consciousness swayed slightly, reminding him that he had evil aura.

Yi Zhen felt something strange.

He winked at Zhou Jin, who walked up to him suspiciously and asked softly: "What's the matter?"

"Do you feel the evil spirit?" Yizhen asked.

Zhou Jin looked around carefully and shook his head slightly.

"Where's the ghost energy?"

Zhou Jin still shook his head.

"Open the coffin." Yizhen said decisively.

Zhou Jin knew that Yi Zhen would not joke about this kind of thing. She waved one hand over the wooden coffin, and Jiang Wenyuan's coffin was exposed three feet away.

Yizhen has seen so many corpses in the past few days that he no longer has any fear.

He stretched his head and looked into the coffin. Jiang Wenyuan's body had been arranged by the embalmer, and it looked very clean and tidy overall.

Yi Zhen reached out and touched it. The body was cold and stiff. It had indeed been dead for a long time.

Zhou Jin also checked and found nothing unusual.

This is strange. The ghost energy of a deceased person will exist for a certain period of time before salvation, attracting his soul to find its way back home in the first seven days.

If you don't transcend, you will have to wait until the ghost comes to arrest the soul, and the ghost energy of the corpse will completely disappear, otherwise it will become a lonely ghost.

How could Jiang Wenyuan not have ghost energy in his body?

He couldn't help but asked doubtfully: "Except Member Jiang, before the young monk came here, was there anyone who could help you to save your life?"

Jiang Yuanwai hurriedly shook his head: "Where did the holy monk come from? If he can invite the eminent monk from Bodhi Temple to save Quan Zi, it is already his destiny. How can I let others disturb his soul?"

That's a little strange. Could it be that the ghost messenger has already arrived?

"When did your son pass away?" Yi Zhen asked again.

"Last night."

In one day and night, the ghosts shouldn't be able to take away his soul so quickly.

Jiang Yuanwai saw Yi Zhen's confusion and couldn't help but asked nervously: "Holy Monk, is there something wrong with my son's death?"