That monk has a dragon [Rebirth]

Summer nights are as sultry as a steamer on a stove, and the songbirds and night stars are noisy.

It's been a long time since the sound of Zishi changed, but the town of Tonglu, which was supposed to be sleeping in a dream, was filled with gloomy singing. The cool wind blew through the streets, and every closed door seemed to be trembling.

In the winding alley, the sound of tapping on the window lattice was heard regularly, from far to near, very strange.

Every house in the town turned off the lights, but no one fell asleep amidst the strange noise.

Suddenly, a sharp and ear-piercing sound came from nowhere, and a strong wind blew up the whole town in an instant, and the thin window paper was about to be blown apart.

A red ghost figure was driven by something, and rushed towards the Town God's Temple outside the town with a penetrating wind.

A few casual cultivators had already waited here, put on cinnabar charms and black dog blood to drive away ghosts, and stretched out a spirit-catching net for catching demons and evil spirits in the open space.

The female ghost in red was chased into the range of the spirit-hunting net. I don't know who started it. The cinnabar talisman on the table rose into the air and hit the cloud of red mist. The four corners of the spirit-hunting net were pulled up. A little monk picked up the black dog's blood and poured it on the ghost with a "watertight".

The monks were about to gather together to congratulate each other and caught another evil spirit. Unexpectedly, the drenched female ghost seemed to go crazy suddenly, tore open the spirit net in twos and twos, and slowly floated up. In the middle of the air, the ankle-length hair stained with black blood spread out.

Shocking laughter of "giggling" came from all directions, as if there were countless little ghosts ambushing in the invisible dark place, and they would swarm out to eat them at any time.

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Si Huai, who was lying on his back on the top of the Town God's Temple, was woken up by the cold wind. After sneezing solidly, he dragged his half-paralyzed body and sat up, watching the battle between humans and ghosts below in an extremely difficult and twisted posture. .

After being completely destroyed by the red lotus karmic fire, it took him 300 years to piece together his own soul, and he molded this clay body to be ready for use. Although it is not very flexible, it is still good Can run and jump.

The only downside is that it cannot be transformed, and it is easy to lose consciousness when encountering something.

He dragged his not-so-spiritual body to search for several months before he found such a place suitable for practicing Feng Shui. He didn't want to encounter a ghost with profound Taoism as soon as he settled down.

"If I eat this damn thing, will I get dizzy or have diarrhea?" Si Huai thought so, he took out the fan pinned to his waist, pulled out one of the fan bones, and wanted to throw it down.

However, before he could throw the fan bone out, a golden streamer flew from not far away, like piercing the clouds and piercing the wind, with a bit of chilling intent, it lifted the female ghost with sharp claws and long hair flying away. go out.

The "giggling" laughter around was suppressed by this air wave, and the surroundings returned to the original silence.

"Not good! The female ghost has escaped!" The little monk who had splashed black dog blood before reacted very cleverly, and immediately picked up the mahogany sword on the ground and was about to chase, but was interrupted by a "wait" from a distance.

The path outside the town twists and turns, and the few fireflies in the summer night are blown away by the gloomy wind. At this moment, at a glance, there is only a dim lantern moving in the dark field.

Si Huai inserted the fan bone back unhurriedly, put the fan back on his waist, changed into a more comfortable position, and waited for the visitor to appear with great interest.

After a while, the moving lantern came close, and two monks, one big and one small, walked in the field of vision. The young one looked about twelve or thirteen years old, and the big one...

Si Huai sat up straight suddenly, his right hand was broken at half of the elbow due to too much support, and he didn't feel any pain in his muddy body, so he didn't care, his eyes fixed on the monk in the gray monk's robe.

The few casual cultivators were also very surprised to see the person coming, but they still kept a few polite words after all.The frightened female ghost should not appear again tonight, so they didn't intend to stay here any longer, and hurriedly said their goodbyes.

Until the figures of the group disappeared into the night, the two monks were still standing there whispering something.

Suddenly, the great monk raised his head and looked in the direction of the top of the Temple of the City God. He was so startled that Si Huai hurriedly lowered his body, and then suddenly remembered that he had cast a blindfold, and the other party couldn't see him at all.

"Uncle, what are you looking at?"

"It always feels like something is watching us."

"The female ghost just now hasn't left yet, has it? Uncle, let's go quickly, it's weird!"

"You are so timid, how can you travel around with my uncle..."

The two jokingly walked towards the town, and it was not until they turned around and disappeared around the corner that Si Huai finally came back to his senses.

The wind made my eyes a little dry, and I raised my hand to rub it, and it was a little moist.

"Why monks don't lie? It's all lies! Lingjun, you liar! You said you won't be a monk in the next life!"

With a wry smile, he used spiritual power to catch the severed hand, and suddenly slapped the ridge of the roof fiercely again, jumped off the eaves, and disappeared into the dark night.

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After half the night of howling ghosts, and half of the night of silence, the town of Tonglu was unusually lively on the second day, and even the hawking seemed to be a little harder than usual.

If you pay attention, it is not difficult to find that there are many monks from the immortal sect on the not very spacious street, and most of them are casual cultivators without sects and sects, forming a group in twos and threes.

There were three tables of monks in a small tea shed on the side of the road, and they were talking about the ghost sounds in the town last night through the tables. Suddenly, one of them raised his voice and greeted a passing person: "Isn't this Brother Xuan Qing? Last night you Together with Taoist Yanling and the others to capture that evil creature, with your cultivation, how can you let that thing escape?"

"Brother Yun." The person named Xuan Qing nodded to him very politely, went forward to find a place to sit down, and said: "You don't know, last night we lured that evil spirit out of the town I went out, set up a spirit trap, and drenched a pot full of black dog blood. I didn’t expect that evil spirit to tear up the spirit trap! A few of you came here earlier than me, and you want to ask a question or two, what exactly is that thing? What monster is it?"

"Brother Xuanqing doesn't know that the female ghost is not some powerful monster, but the resentful soul of Master Mei's deceased daughter."

"Master Mei? But that Master Mei from Meiyuan?" Xuan Qing was a little surprised by the news. It was the people from Meiyuan who invited them to catch ghosts yesterday.

Meiyuan is not a place to enjoy plum blossoms, but the house of a merchant named Mei.I went in and out of the Plum Garden three times yesterday, and I didn't hear anyone talk about the reason.

"Exactly." The person who spoke before lowered his voice, and the others also tacitly moved forward.

"Brother, think about it. This small town is usually very peaceful. How come there are so many immortal cultivators coming in and out recently? It was Mr. Mei who spent money to invite them to catch ghosts. I heard that the lady of the Mei family was kidnapped by a heartless Abandoned, hung a beam in the room, and after death, the resentful soul turned into a ghost, and imprisoned the heartbroken man in his room, and no one could open the door. In the beginning, Master Mei just asked monks to save people in private. But there was no result for two months in a row. Until half a month ago, there were strange noises in the town every night, and the ghostly wind was blowing. Only then did the news of the haunted plum garden spread. Mr. Mei is also a prominent figure in the local area. Immediately Send out letters and posts, and invite monks from Xianmen to catch ghosts."

"I met Taoist Yan Ling and his party on the road, and I followed them. I don't know why. The female ghost was extremely vicious last night, and she didn't look like a lady at all." Xuan Qing turned the teacup in his hand. , Thinking of what happened last night, I felt a little scared.

"Half of the bones have been buried, how can we expect the same temperament as before?"

"That's true. But this is not a long-term solution. Miss Mei has too much resentment, and she becomes a ghost with more hostility. No one can take it down with so many monks. If it is dragged on, it may cause disaster. In Fengmian City, why didn't Master Mei go ask the Sheng family to help? Everyone in the Xianmen is better than us casual cultivators."

"Brother Xuan Qing recently went to the wilderness to catch demons and cultivate? The biggest thing in the fairy sect recently is the marriage between Feng Miansheng's family and Yuzhou Dongyang's family. You don't even know about this?"

After the downfall of Zen Buddhism, there was a group of immortal cultivators. In the last decade or so, the Taiyuan Zhong family, Xin Lingming family, Feng Miansheng family and Yuzhou Dongyang family have flourished in the Xianmen family. It is worth mentioning that the Tianji Gate and the Xuanqing Taoist Temple, which are open to the sects, are four schools and two schools, which are highly respected by the immortal sects and casual cultivators.

Among the four families, the Sheng family and the Dongyang family are still the heads of the parents. This marriage, presumably the position of the head of the family will soon change, it is really a big event in the fairy sect, compared with it, things like haunted towns are naturally nothing .

"Speaking of which, Master Mei invited a bald-headed monk to catch ghosts, does Brother Xuan Qing know about this?" Another person turned the subject with great interest, looking at him with some expectation.

"I know, last night when the female ghost broke free from the spirit net and challenged us, it was the monk who helped me. I heard that she was an old friend of Master Mei. I heard that she came to help me at this time. I really can't imagine that there are still people who are ordained today." He became a monk, and even started this job of catching ghosts and eliminating demons."

The person who had been drinking tea with his head down in the corner suddenly put down his teacup heavily, and turned his face slightly to listen to the movement here.

The person who was excited didn't pay attention to the movement behind him. A big man who was drinking wine and eating meat took the remark and said: "I also find it strange, so I went and came back, just want to see the current Buddha. Home, what else can you do. It was just luck last night, and the monster is actually afraid of Taoist Yan Ling."

"This is also a trick of good fortune." The other person took a picture of the peanut crumbs in his hand, and said in a contemptuous tone, "I think this Buddhist gate has been beautiful for hundreds of years, and Buddhist altars and temples can be seen everywhere. Thinking that nowadays, there are almost no dilapidated temples.”

"Why is that?" A young and quiet boy on the outside suddenly interjected, "I'm still young in cultivation, and I don't know anything about other sects. I hope I can tell you something."

"It's easy to say." The man fanned the wind with his hand, drank his saliva and made a long speech, and said slowly: "I heard that about 300 years ago, a Buddhist monk named Lingjun came out of Buddhism. The emperor personally bestowed purple cassock, titled Holy Zen Master..."

Monk Lingjun is very good at Buddhism, crossing a dragon to cultivate human form, his reputation is even more prosperous, more and more people sincerely turn to the Buddha, and there are many monks who are ordained and practiced.That period of time should be regarded as the most prosperous period of Buddhism.

But later, Monk Lingjun fell in love with the man who turned into a dragon, broke the Buddhist precepts for him, and ruined his morality.The monster dragon killed many people, but the monk wanted to protect him, one was wiped out, and the other committed suicide.

"The incomparably holy and Taoist monk that everyone believed in did such a thing, who would still believe in Buddhism? In the past few decades, almost everyone has returned to the vulgar, and many people who practice Buddhism have turned to study the immortal way. That's why there are hundreds of families from the immortal sect." The man took another sip of tea, filtered it through his mouth, and spat out a few pieces of tea dregs.

"In this way, it's really dirty. No wonder there are almost no people in the remaining temples. Those monks spend their days in panic. It turns out that there is such an unspeakable ancestor."

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The long bench in the corner was suddenly pulled out and there was an ear-piercing sound of rubbing the floor. The young man who had been bowing his head was about to stand up when he heard the sudden sound of "Amitabha", interrupting the laughter of a group of people.

"You benefactors are talking about the rights and wrongs of the poor monk behind his back. I'm afraid it's not elegant?"

"You monk is so strange. Why are you eavesdropping on other people's speech? I'm waiting for casual cultivators to get together to drink and chat. How can we talk about you behind your back?"

"Oh, I don't know which character in the fairy gate you talked about, but you have the honor to mention our ruined temple?"

The benevolent monk looked at him very gently, so that he couldn't make up a suitable excuse.

The young monk whose figure was blocked by the big monk poked his head out, clasped his hands solemnly, recited the Buddha's mantra, and said, "Donors, next time you talk about others, remember to whisper."

A group of people were held back by two monks, and they couldn't hold back their face. The big man who ate wine and meat slapped the table heavily, and said in a rough voice: "What's wrong with you? Everyone knows about the haunting in the town, we are I want to see what ability you have to catch that female ghost!"

"It turned out to be this matter. The poor monk and the female ghost just exchanged hands in a hurry, and dare not boast about it. If you are curious, you might as well go to the Plum Garden with the poor monk, so that you can take care of it."

"The monk's words are pleasant to listen to. Fellow Taoists, how about going to see and see together?"

As soon as the voice of inquiry fell, a group of people stood up from their chairs one after another, talking in twos and threes and walking towards the plum garden, leaving the invited monk behind.

"Uncle Master..."

The great monk shook his head, signaling him to follow.

"This master." The voice faded away, and the young man in the corner finally stood up and called out to the monk before he left. "I'm also a casual cultivator. I come here alone without friends or companions. I hear everyone's discussion and I want to see it. I wonder if it is possible?"

"The benefactor." The monk clasped his hands together and made a salute, "Of course I can, thanks to the help of the benefactor. The benefactor is kind, so I don't know how to call him?"

"My surname is Si, my name is Huai, and my name is Qizhou. Dare I ask Master's Dharma name?"

"I read the name of the poor monk's Dharma."

The author has something to say: the love line and the plot line of this article go together, it may be slower.

When the two first met, one was more reserved and the other was more repressed, so I promised not to be dismissed because of the seriousness of the previous chapters, and look forward to it*^_^*

Like to give a favorite duck *^_^* heartfelt