The devil attacks me every day

Meng Qi'an sat on the chair, moving his hands and feet secretly, but his face was expressionless, quietly watching the couple sitting in the lobby and the eminent monk named Jing.

"Death?" Young Master Gu, who had just escaped from the ghost vine rope, couldn't help asking, "Who? How?"

Monk Liaojing did not speak.

The lanterns hanging outside the hall radiate soft light. When the wind blows, the candles flicker, reflecting the dark night in the courtyard brightly and darkly.

There is a crisis hidden in the silence of the night, and patches of black slowly rise to the sky, like dark clouds pouring down, but they are faintly surging and changing in the night.

Rain is coming.

Catching turtles in a urn.

Meng Qi'an turned his wrist, his frozen limbs warmed up slightly, and he was barely able to move.

"Don't worry, sit down and think of a solution slowly." Meng Qi'an signaled Gu Shan to sit next to him: "Monk Liao Jing is an eminent monk on the Mount of Wonderful Wen, and he probably doesn't want to see mortals die in vain."

Looking at the eminent monk again: "Since you are waiting here, there must be a way to resolve the crisis, right?"

Gu Shan was always the only one waiting for Monk Liao Jing.

"Evil does not suppress righteousness." He looked at Gu Shan with a smile and said, "Master Gu, can you borrow the gods you got from the poor monk?"

His smile was so gentle, as if his whole body was soaked in the moonlight, Gu Shan couldn't think of rejecting him, so he touched his bosom subconsciously: "But..."

He suddenly became dazed, his eyes darkened, and he spoke like a puppet: "I have already used up the fetish..."

"No." Monk Liaojing's voice was magical: "That jade pendant is still on your body."

Jade pendant, what jade pendant?

Gu Shan's head was as numb as if it was filled with paste, and it took him a while to realize that yes, he picked up two things, a fetish and a jade pendant.

He reached out and took out a dusty jade pendant: "It is...it."

"It's it." Monk Liao Jing stretched out his hand and said softly to Gu Shan, "Take it and come over."

Without waiting for Gu Shan to stand up, Meng Qi'an pushed his arms hard and flew in front of Gu Shan in an instant, pressing his palms hard on his shoulders, and pushed the stunned Gu Shan back on the chair.

He snatched the jade pendant from Gu Shan's hand, held it in his palm, turned around, and tilted his head to look at Monk Liao Jing who had lost his smile.

"You can't grab it by force, and you're cheating?" He spread his hands, "Let me guess-then you don't take what you want, but trick a mortal to get it for you...you can't touch it. It, right?"

"Before Qiongshan Mass Burial Mound, you wanted to snatch it. At that time, I wondered why the ghost vine was lit with blue flames. Now it seems that the blue flames were not caused by fire. It was you who met Gu Shan. It must have been burned when it touched this jade pendant."

The candlelight in the lobby began to jump at some point, and the Gu couple sitting upright in the light and dark were as stiff as puppets, motionless.

Monk Liaojing is dressed in a white robe, standing like a zhilanyu tree.The corners of his lips were slightly curved, and he smiled like a bright moon in his arms.Standing in the increasingly sinister lobby, like a fallen god.

Meng Qi'an carefully looked at the surrounding furniture and furnishings, and the Gu couple who were also decorations, shrugged: "It's fine to deceive ordinary people, but it's no fun to deceive me with this illusion."

"I didn't intend to lie to you." Monk Liao Jing raised his hand and waved lightly, and the magnificent Gu's house disappeared together with the two stiff couples.

The crescent moon hangs the stars, the black fog is misty, and the wind on the mountain brings a unique moisture of vegetation to wake up the stunned Gu Shan.

The chair under his buttocks suddenly disappeared, and Gu Shan fell on all fours, yelling 'Ouch'.

Lying under him was damp dry grass. He touched the surrounding grass indiscriminately with his hands, jumped up from the ground and stood behind Meng Qi'an: "Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao! What's going on?"

Then he looked at Monk Liaojing, who was standing quietly opposite him, who was gentle and jade-like, and stuttered: "He, he, he, what's the matter with him?!"

A useless, oily mortal.

A mortal who needs his protection even more than the kid from the banker before.

Meng Qi'an sighed softly, stretched out a hand to protect Gu Shan behind his back: "Very good, you finally found the problem."

In the past, he used to fight straight and forcibly to suppress, but now he had no magic weapon and spiritual power, and was directly blocked by the Yin Dan, which was severely injured by the cold air, and he couldn't even mobilize his spiritual power again at the risk of death.

So what is Liaojing?Is it a ghost vine, or a demon monk?If it was a ghost, he had secretly learned an extremely dangerous but powerful evil-suppressing rune, engraved it on a magic vessel and gave it to the master as a birthday gift...

He naturally still remembered how to draw runes, but without spiritual sand and rune paper, what should he do?

"Do you still remember the hanged ghost you saw after you fell into the water that you told me?" He turned his head, looking up and down at the well-dressed Young Master Gu.

The clothes on his body were too tattered, and the evil-suppressing runes might not be able to be drawn on them.Young Master Gu's clothes are of course very good. By turning his head, he quickly pulled a piece of cloth off Gu Shan's body and held it in the palm of his hand.

Gu Shan was opening his mouth slightly, not knowing whether to accuse Meng Qi'an of suddenly ripping his clothes, or to answer his question, when he saw Meng Qi'an's bright eyes blinking in the night, he immediately understood, and cooperated: "Of course I remember...it's me The one I told you about, the one without feet, the one floating in the air..."

"A hanged ghost who died in vain has been wandering in your house for countless years. Before you saw it, how could it have harmed you? Has it harmed your family?"

"No... yes?" Gu Shan even began to recall the supernatural events in Gu's house in the past.

Which maid lost her bellyband, and which long-term worker stole it... Is this a supernatural event?

"Look, it's just a hanged ghost wandering around in vain. It doesn't matter if you don't get rid of it. Even if it's a dead spirit, the real monk Liao Jing will never think about it. Just kill it."

Having said that, he turned his head and met Monk Jing's indifferent eyes: "You really look like a human being, but why don't you pretend to be a good monk—"

"Do you know what kindness is? What is Buddha saving sentient beings?"

"The killing intent is the biggest difference between you and others."

He pointed at the monk in a white robe with his dirt-stained fingers: "You are not Jing, who are you?"

The monk seemed not in a hurry to get rid of the two ants in front of him, his bony fingers lightly touched his face: "I was born the same as him, and I think the same."

He glanced at Meng Qi'an: "Do you think that those innocent dead spirits are not wanted to be killed by Liao Jing? You are wrong. Liao Jing has never been a high-ranking monk. He only learned Taoism to avenge his parents' blood."

"Obviously he wants to kill all the undead, but he is the most merciful monk, he can't kill! He can only grit his teeth with red eyes, and purse the sentient beings that he doesn't want to purify..."

The handsome monk lowered his eyes slightly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more intense: "Little guy, what can you do if you delay this little time."

The author has something to say: (stab) Meng Qi'an tore off Gu Shan's clothes

Gu Shan: Abbot!This man beat me!

Meng Qi'an, died.