The Ming Dynasty in Another World: People are in the Heavenly Prison, and Wuji becomes a Taoist

After the laughter.

Lin Mo suddenly asked: "So, you want to be a heroine in the future?"

Wu Yue asked back: "What, can't it be done?"

She puffed out her chest and looked like, "Don't I look like a heroine?"

Lin Mo joked: "Then you have to practice your martial arts."

Wu Yue made a face, and then said: "Don't worry, I will work harder!"

When the two returned home, Zhong Xiu and Zhong Ling were waiting for them and had not yet fallen asleep.

Wu Yue told the brother and sister the outcome of the matter.

The little girl Zhong Ling was very happy when she heard that the bad guys were brought to justice, and the worry on her face was wiped away.

She jumped up to Lin Mo and said with admiration: "Brother Mo, you are so awesome, you actually caught all those bad guys!"

Lin Mo touched the little girl's head, smiled and said, "Thanks to your sister Xiaoyue for helping me with this."

Wu Yue lowered her head in embarrassment.

She felt that she had not been of much help today, "It's all senior brother, you are so awesome."

Zhong Xiu was also very grateful.

Because he knew very well that if it hadn't been for Little Brother Mo, what awaited the two brothers and sisters would have been a tragic ending like that "bear".

"Okay, now that the matter is settled, go to bed!" Lin Mo said with a smile.

"Ah."

The brother and sister went back to their room relieved.

Lin Mo turned around and said softly to Wu Yue: "You have worked hard tonight, so you should go to bed."

He saw the exhaustion on the other person's face.

"Okay." Wu Yue nodded.

After a busy night, she was indeed very tired.

"Senior brother, you should also go to bed early."

After saying that, she turned and walked towards her room.

Lying on the bed, Lin Mo was not sleepy at all.

Deep in his heart, a strong anger and murderous intention surged.

In fact, according to his opinion, all those unscrupulous human traffickers should be killed one by one!

However, this time acting with Wu Yue forced him to restrain himself.

Wu Yue is young and innocent.

I have never seen the blood and darkness in this world.

He didn't want her to be frightened too much.

However, he would not really let those traffickers go.

He had already poisoned them, and he was just waiting for the time to kill a few of them.

Although this is not as pleasant and refreshing as doing it directly by yourself, it can also relieve the hatred in your heart.

As for the patrol policemen who were obviously involved with Mr. Qian, Lin Mo had no mercy at all.

They are helping others do evil, and they are no different from those human traffickers.

However, after this incident, Lin Mo also realized something.

Although Wu Yue and Zhong Xiu practiced martial arts, they lacked actual combat experience.

In today's troubled times, even if they have certain skills, they can easily suffer losses when faced with real dangers, and may even be in danger of their lives.

Therefore, it is actually necessary to let them see blood, which can greatly enhance their ability to deal with danger.

Therefore, Lin Mo made up his mind to find an opportunity for the two of them to practice in actual combat.

However, I couldn't kill someone today, and I had nowhere to vent the anger in my heart.

I have to find some big fish to relieve the anger in my heart.

In the darkness, Lin Mo was out of his body again, quietly walking out of the room like a ghost.

The city of Kyoto, with its blooming flowers, is like a gorgeous carpet.

It looks bright and beautiful on the surface, but underneath it is filled with dirt and lice.

What Lin Mo has to do now is to search through it.

Take the opportunity to catch those lice that crawl out from under the carpet.

As for the size of the lice, it all depends on luck.

……

Inside the Zen room of a temple.

An old monk with a gray beard was sitting cross-legged on the futon.

His face is serious and his eyes are deep, as if he hides endless wisdom.

At this time, a beautiful woman slowly walked into the Zen room, with a hint of fear and expectation in her eyes.

After seeing the old monk, she knelt down gently, clasped her hands together, lowered her head and said, "Master, I beg you, please save me."

Looking at the beautiful woman in front of him, the old monk smiled slightly and said softly: "Female donor, you don't have to be so nervous. I have heard people talk about you."

The woman raised her head, with tears in her eyes, and choked with sobs: "Master, I feel like I am haunted by evil spirits. I have nightmares every night, and my body is getting weaker and weaker. I know you are an expert, can you save me!" "

The old monk nodded and said calmly: "I do have a way to help you solve this problem."

The woman's face lit up and she asked eagerly: "What can I do?"

The old monk said in a deep voice: "Only through the art of dual cultivation, the evil spirits in your body can be transferred to me, so that you can get rid of the evil spirits."

The woman was about to cry and asked plaintively: "Master, is there no other way?"

"No." The old monk shook his head slowly, "Female donor, don't think too much. I don't want to be scornful of you, but you are haunted by evil spirits, so I have to take this step."

"Master, will this put you in danger?" the woman asked hesitantly.

The old monk said righteously: "As the saying goes, if I don't go to hell, who will? Although this method is dangerous, I am willing to sacrifice myself to save others' lives."

"Just please note to the donor that I have no choice but to do this. I hope the donor will not resist later."

When the woman heard this, her eyes were wet and she choked with sobs: "Master, you are such a good person."

The two of them were getting ready to take off their clothes.

The old monk's expression suddenly changed.

It seemed like I saw something terrifying.

There was a look of horror in his eyes.

"You..." The eminent monk trembled and pointed at the woman.

The woman subconsciously turned her head and looked back, but there was nothing behind her.

"Master, don't scare me. You are not really evil, are you?"

The old monk did not answer her question.

The panic in his eyes suddenly disappeared.

Instead there was sluggishness.

He seemed to have lost his consciousness.

The whole person became like a puppet.

"Actually, I lied to you!" the old monk said, his voice dull and emotionless.

"What?" The woman looked at the old monk in surprise.

"I'm not a guru, I'm just a swindler who cheats money and sex!" the old monk continued.

"Then you just lied to me when you said you could help me exorcise evil spirits?" the woman asked with a trembling voice.

"Yes! So what?" There was a hint of arrogance and arrogance in the old monk's tone.

"You sanctimonious guy, I want to reveal your true face to everyone!"

The woman said angrily, turned around and rushed out of the meditation room.

She was going to tell everyone that this so-called enlightened monk was just a liar.

The old monk did not stop the woman from leaving, but his eyes suddenly regained some consciousness.

He looked around nervously, as if searching for something.

Then he seemed to have thought of something, and quickly knelt down on the ground, kowtowing his head and begging for mercy: "I don't know which master is here, please spare the life of this young monk!"

"Spare your life?"

A voice that seemed to come from the void said coldly, "Then those women who were killed by you in the pagoda, did you ever spare their lives?"