That monk has a dragon [Rebirth]

Old Sect Master Sheng was hungover last night, and he didn't wake up until lunch time, so when Si Huai followed Sheng Jincheng into the dining room, only Miss Sheng and Young Master Dongyang were sitting staring at each other.

There is no rule in the family sect that the master and his disciples eat together, so Si Huai took advantage of a lifesaver to eat at the same table with the master.

There were only a few simple daily side dishes on the dinner table, and no delicacies were deliberately prepared because of the arrival of guests. The small round table was just full of four people.

I heard that the mistress of the Sheng family passed away early, and Sect Master Sheng only had a son and a daughter under his knees, so he didn't know if the family of three would eat together like this without saying a word.

Si Huai looked left and right at the host with a slightly subtle expression, picked up the chopsticks and arranged them all on the table, took a bite of food and was about to put it in his mouth, when he heard Miss Sheng slap the table heavily, and the dishes picked up were all different. It landed on the clothes steadily, stained with a few oil stains.

"Dongyang Yan, what do you mean? If you think my Sheng's food is not good, go back to your Dongyang's house! Don't pick and choose here!"

"Hey!" Dong Yangyan put the chopsticks on the bowl, and said mockingly: "The food is cooked lightly, but the anger is very strong. Does the Sheng family treat guests like this?"

"Naturally, when others come, they want to be entertained with good wine and good food. If you come...you will be fine if you have a meal."

"..." Si Huai put down his chopsticks calmly, feeling that he got this "courteous treatment" because of the honor of Young Master Dongyang.

Sheng Jin next to him smiled apologetically, and Si Huai secretly regretted not parting ways with him when he entered the city, but he had no choice but to show a gesture of indifference, and got up to change into clean clothes.

As soon as he turned around, an old woman rushed in from outside the door, weeping silently and sobbing, half of her body was hanging on Si Huai's body.

"Young master... Please, please...redress my old man's grievances! He is very honest on weekdays. If there is any enemy who wants to kill him, it must be... It must be a ghost!"

Si Huai was stunned for a while, and quickly realized that the woman was here to identify the corpse, and quickly helped her to sit aside, looked at the little door god standing by the door, and asked him what was going on with his eyes.

The little disciple was dumbfounded for a while, before he mouthed a few words, "The watchman's widow".

Sheng Lanchu didn't care about the pointless quarrel with Dong Yangyan, handed a clean handkerchief to the old woman, and asked in a soft voice: "Ma'am, please speak slowly."

"Is the girl the Young Master Sheng?" The old woman took the handkerchief with trembling hands, and finally took a breath, "Young Master, the guy in my family is just working in the middle of the night, where are you going to make enemies? The family just died like this Now, there must be a ghost at work! The Sheng family is a master of the immortal sect, we must catch that evil thing!"

"Auntie, if something evil is really causing trouble, I will definitely smash it into powder! But now there is no clue, how do you know where the monster is?"

"Feng Mian has done more than a dozen funerals in the past six months. So many people, how can they all die at this time? It is said that they died without any illness, but it is just like my old man who was not sick or injured, so inexplicable Dead? This is strange!"

The death of more than a dozen people in half a year is nothing strange to the huge Fengmian City. An old man who dies without a disease is regarded as a joy and mourning. No one has ever gone to Mikihara to cry and complain about the ghosts. Naturally, it cannot be because of this watchman. Let's draw conclusions.

Seeing that Sheng Lanchu was dubious about what she said, the old woman became anxious and repeated what she had just said, sobbing intermittently.

What happened in the Sheng family's territory was naturally under the control of the Sheng family. As a guest, Si Huai couldn't go overboard, so he had to give a polite gesture, then turned and left.

It wasn't until night fell that Si Huai came out of the room. Dressed in a black dress that stretched his figure into a shapely and slender body, he walked under the sky full of stars, blending into the vast night.

His purpose for this trip was clear, and he walked all the way towards Wu Nian's guest house, but when he reached the door, he was timid and hesitated at the door.

Reliving this life, he never thought that he would meet Wu Nian. He thought that the monk 300 years ago should return to the right path and become a Buddha.

But now that I have met her, it can be regarded as the fulfillment of my long-cherished wish in this life.

It's just that Lingjun in the last life was ruined by him, and he can't let Wu Nian in this life ruin everything because of him.

When he watched Wu Nian leave in Tonglu Town, he told himself to practice hard in his heart. He and Wu Nian should have gone their separate ways, but he didn't expect that he would meet again when he came to Fengmian after a round trip.

That being the case, is it because their predestined relationship has not yet been completed, and the Lord Buddha is merciful and wants to continue in this life.

Si Huai raised his left hand to reveal the Buddhist beads on his wrist, and in a trance, Lingjun passed the beads on his wrist again.

Forget it, since we met again, there is no reason to back away.

He sighed heavily, bent his knuckles and was about to knock on the door, when the door suddenly opened from inside.

Standing at the door, Sheng Jincheng was a little surprised by Si Huai's appearance, and immediately remembered that Si Huai and Monk Wu Nian knew each other, so he said, "Master Wu Nian is not in the room."

Si Huai didn't expect him to state his purpose so bluntly, and it was difficult to turn around and leave, so he had to exchange greetings with him at the door, and finally entered the house under the pretext of visiting Chenyi.

A little monk Chen sat cross-legged on the head of the bed, with his mouth open showing an even more surprised expression. It wasn't until Si Huai approached that he changed into a smiling face and asked, "Why is benefactor Huai here?"

Si Huai didn't intend to explain this long story to him, so he asked briefly: "Where's your uncle?"

The little monk shook his head, his round face was thinner than two months ago, and his eyes were extremely sincere.

"Uncle Master asked Young Master Sheng to deliver medicine to me, but he didn't come back. I don't know where he went."

Si Huai gave an inaudible "hmm", and he was concerned, but he was not in a hurry to go out to find someone, so he took a seat beside him, glanced at the scar on Chenyi's arm, and asked, "What is your injury?" What's going on?"

Today, when the disciple of the Sheng family was carrying the little monk on his back, he saw it, but at that time he was still wondering whether he should stay away from Wu Nian, so he didn't go up to ask.

Chen laughed dryly, pulled down his sleeves to cover the bruises on the back of his hands, and said casually: "When you go out, you will inevitably suffer some minor injuries."

"Small injuries, your cold is because of these small injuries, right?"

The little monk Chen bit his lips and said nothing, turned his head to look at the empty medicine bowl, a bitter taste came out of his mouth.

He stretched his head and looked towards the door, as if making up his mind, he said: "Uncle Master won't let me gossip about right and wrong, I told you, you are not allowed to say it!"

Si Huai only felt that this child was a bit like his young and ignorant self, so he smiled and nodded in agreement.

It turned out that after their two uncles and nephews left, they had been hunting ghosts and eliminating demons in the small towns around Fengmian City, and they had encountered that group of casual cultivators several times.

At the beginning they had some respect for Wu Nian, but after repeating it twice and three times, they felt that this monk was targeting them.

So when the monk Wu Nian caught a monster again, those casual cultivators blocked the two of them into a dead end and beat them severely.

Chen Yi was still a teenager, he couldn't bear it after the beating, and within two days he became confused with a fever. The doctor in the small town didn't get better after several visits, so he went to the city to seek medical treatment. One point coincides with what Wu Nian said.

"If you don't have enough skills, you have to blame others. What kind of immortal monk!" Si Huai scolded with a dark face, and then said strangely: "Your uncle is capable of dancing everything like an arhat stick, how could you be beaten like this? It's not a wooden head, I don't know how to hide behind him"

"My uncle is good at fighting ghosts and demons, he doesn't hit people! He doesn't even know how to fight immortals!"

Si Huai frowned slightly, so the two of them couldn't fight back after being beaten like this, and he also had this kind of blue and purple bruises on his body.

There was an inexplicable feeling in his heart, Si Huai got up to go out to look for someone, but when he reached the door, Chen Yi called to stop him.

"Benefactor Huai, my uncle will not kill people."

"Yeah." He replied heavily, "I know."

The two corpses were parked in the shady room, and the moonlight shining in was somewhat cold and ruthless, as if they were just the shells left in the world after the two lives passed away.

The autumn night was a bit chilly, and Wu Nian was still wearing a thin gray monk's robe, holding on to a dancing candle, standing next to one of the corpses.

The scars on the neck of the corpse had solidified, and the flesh that had been pulled out was knotted into scabs, like a ferocious black centipede.

The door was pushed open with a "squeak", Wu Nian turned around vigilantly, and saw that it was Si Huai who came, so I settled down a bit.

When he saw Si Huai for the first time, he felt that he was very handsome and elegant, and the light-colored robe set off his elegant temperament. Today, this black dress was the first time he saw him wearing it. It was simple and neat, adding a bit of mystery and calmness .

"Why is Master Huai here?"

"The two corpses have been here for more than half a day and no one has come to identify them. Adding what the old lady said today, I always feel a little strange."

"The poor monk has also heard about today's events." Wu Nian Bing straightened his expression, pointed to the corpse on the other side, and said, "The corpse and the watchman have no wounds on their bodies, and they died with a smile on their faces." , I have tested the corpse and it is not poisoned, I wonder if there is another way to make people laugh and die?"

Si Huai shook his head, other than dying of old age, there is really no way to die so comfortably.

But if one wants to say that he died of old age, then the old watchman is nothing more than that. The other unclaimed corpse is clearly a middle-aged man, and he must not be old enough to die of old age.

"Besides, this man obviously died in one place, so why is it that only his body has scars or is it in a place like the throat where he was killed by one blow?"

"If it is evil, it must be a method that we have never seen before. Maybe this person has never fallen into the trick of that thing, and it directly killed people."

"Without knowing how they died, it's hard to find the haunting thing."

But to trace the cause of death is also a dead end without a clue.

"Today, the old lady said that more than a dozen people died in Fengmian City within half a year. Although it is not surprising that a dozen people died in such a big Fengmian City, it would be a bit strange if more than a dozen people died within half a year."

"The end of life..." Wu Nian held a candle and walked towards another person, the man still had a creepy smile on his stiff face, just like the one I saw this morning, "It really looks like the end of life."

"Moreover..." Si Huai followed him, and continued slowly, "Fengmian City is much bigger than Tonglu Town, and that woman is just a watchman's wife, how could she know so many things? Speaking of more than a dozen people, they must be heard and seen near her residence, so put it in the entire Fengmian City..."

Maybe it's just the tip of the iceberg.

These four words came to Wu Nian's mind, and I gasped, suddenly feeling much cooler tonight.

"But it's just a guess. What if it's really just a coincidence? There's no way to verify it in such a big Fengmian City."

"That's not necessarily the case. Since there are so many funerals, there must be something to be found in the funeral shop."

"You mean..."

"You can go for a walk tomorrow." Si Huai took the second half of the sentence and looked at him steadfastly, the dancing candlelight reflected in the dark pupils, causing a ripple.

"Master, can you tell me now, what are you holding in your hand?"

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