That monk has a dragon [Rebirth]

The old woman selling sweet-scented osmanthus had a dead air on her, but it wasn't particularly strong, it was more like she got it from someone, such as the familiar young woman who was talking and laughing with her.

After buying the sweet-scented osmanthus and leaving, Si Huai turned his head and turned back, hiding his figure and secretly following the woman, while Wu Nian and Chen were in charge of inquiring about her identity.

The woman was a widow who moved to this town five years ago. No one knew how her husband died. They only knew that she took a one-year-old child and built a simple building by the river with no one. living in a hut, earning a living by weaving and selling cloth on weekdays.

Although she is a widow, she is quite pretty. In the town, every unmarried man asks someone to talk about marriage, but she refuses all of them, saying that it is because she has a child and misses her husband, so she cannot be with others. happy men.

Mostly because she was so good-looking that men liked her, many young girls in the town didn't want to see her, but some old ladies with grandchildren liked to chat with her.

After a lot of tossing, it was dawn and then it was dark. Apart from inquiring about these unimportant things, there was no clue about the aura on her body. Si Huai followed the market from the market to the house, and it was only to confirm the news I had inquired about. Nothing.

A widow who weaves, cooks and takes care of her children every day, where did she get so deadly?And that smell had been deliberately concealed, if Si Huai hadn't smelled something on the old woman with the tip of his nose, he probably wouldn't have noticed something strange about her.

This incident was as confusing as the sudden appearance of the corpse that night. Si Huai followed her for several days without finding any clues, and the scene of the corpse chase that night never happened again.

In order not to delay the business, they decided to let go of these things and take a trip to the Great Barren Mountain. There are many monks coming and going here, and there has been no trouble for so many years.

The night before leaving, the town was still dark and silent, only the sounds of dark night came from the distant mountains and forests from time to time.

By the time Wu Nian packed his bags, Chen Yi was already sound asleep on the bed. Looking at the sleeping posture that was swaying all over the place, he pinched his brows and sighed silently.

When Si Huai walked past the window in the middle of the night, he happened to see Wu Nian carefully turning the dust inside, and simply leaned against the window sill, and asked in a somewhat joking tone: "Master, there is not enough room to sleep. If so, come to my place for a night? My bed is wider, and I sleep well."

Wu Nian stopped what he was doing and turned to look at him. It seemed that he had really thought about it for a while, then nodded solemnly, and said, "Excuse me."

Si Huai just said this casually, and didn't expect that Wu Nian would really be able to go over and squeeze a quilt with him, but now he was stunned when he saw him nodding in agreement, and it took him a while to remember that he was lying on the window now , very unsightly.

He straightened up and sat sideways on the window sill, holding the window frame with one hand and preparing to turn in through the window. At this moment, a house not far away suddenly lit up, and a shrill scream penetrated the entire silence. town.

The lights of three or two houses were turned on one after another, but because monks in the town often accidentally let them escape in the town when they were catching monsters and ghosts, no one dared to open the door and stick their heads out to watch the excitement.

The screams continued, accompanied by a few unreal growls and chaotic footsteps.

Si Huai's back was a little chilled by the gloomy wind. Seeing that Wu Nian had opened the door and ran out, he quickly jumped off the window sill and followed him. Suddenly, he retreated as if remembering something, and threw a bodyguard in return. The brilliance of the sun shines on Chen Yi.

The place where the accident happened was near the river at the back of the town. At night, almost all the monks went to the nearby barren hills to hunt ghosts and demons. They drove all the way there without even seeing half of the monks.

Si Huai stepped on his precious fan and flew up to Wu Nian, only to see a few people running out of the dark alley with disheveled hair, as if they were awakened by something in their sleep and escaped before they could put on their clothes family.

When those people saw Si Huai who came from the imperial fan, they suddenly let go of their strength to escape and knelt down on the ground, bowing to him several times.

"Immortal Elder! Help, Immortal Elder!"

"What happened?" Si Huai frowned and glanced in the direction they were running, only to feel a strong dead breath slowly approaching.

"There is a ghost! There is a ghost!" The old lady supported her injured son, she dared not turn her head to look back, and begged tremblingly: "Our family slept soundly, I don't know where the ghost came out , scratched my son, but fortunately we ran fast... Xianchang, hurry up and catch ghosts!"

The word "ghost" fell, and there was a low "chi chi la la" sound in the darkness behind, like the sound of someone putting something on the ground and dragging it.

"Go! Go and hide behind that monk!" Si Huai pulled up the person on the ground and pushed him behind him. He flipped his hands over to hold the Feihua Chasing Moon Fan and unfolded it. The three tiny nails pointed toward the place where the sound came from in the dark. Shot it.

The thin nail hit something and made a few clear noises, and a tall figure came out from the darkness.

The man's upper body was only wearing a sleeveless undershirt. His skin was pale and dead, and his neck and limbs were uncoordinatedly stiff. He was walking with an extremely weird swing. , dragging a long blood-stained hoe in his hand, dragging a thin bloodstain on the ground.

I don't know if the surrounding area is too quiet, but I heard a strange grunt from his unopened mouth. Only when you get closer can you see the inconspicuous corpse spots on his body, and there is a decayed and dead breath all over his body .

This is no longer a living person, it is impossible for a living person to have such a heavy dead breath, but it is not a ghost either, a ghost is a resentful soul that has lost its body, even if it is attached to a human body, it will not have such a strong breath, It seems that this should be a murderous corpse that absorbed a lot of resentment after death.

The murderous corpse looked clumsy, but moved very nimbly. The eyes without whites seemed to have a unique light in the dark night. It "looked" at Si Huai, but in an instant it brushed past him and looked behind Wu Nian. people in the past.

Si Huai turned around and was about to catch up, when a figure suddenly appeared blocking his way. The person who came was dressed in coarse plain clothes, it was the young woman he had been following for several days.

In the blink of an eye, Wu Nian had already handed over the murderous corpse, and the townspeople hiding behind him screamed and ran away without looking back. Si Huai looked away from Wu Nian, sneered, and said, "This murderous corpse You hid the corpse? Who are you?"

"It's just a nameless junior. I didn't expect him to come out tonight. Can you let him go?" The young woman's voice was cold, and she didn't look like she was talking and laughing with the old lady during the day.

"Walking corpses hurt people, and you still want to protect them? Could it be that you practiced it?" Si Huai's eyes were stern, and he folded the fan in his hand, and turned around behind her to block his way.

"So, offended!" The woman's eyes were murderous, she stretched out her palm, and a black handle appeared in her hand.

He also seems to be a religious person.

Si Huai was guessing in his heart whether she was everyone's disciple or a rogue cultivator without a family. The woman's sword had already arrived in front of her. Perhaps because she hadn't held a sword for many years, her movements were a bit unfamiliar, and she narrowly brushed past Si Huai's side. .

The light fan was held by Si Huai to block the sword from left to right, and suddenly the fan spread out, and a wave of air that was thrown out formed countless tiny ice edges in the air, shooting towards the woman like a target. Go, she was dodged by her a few nimble dodges, and then the two of them stepped on the wall and jumped onto the eaves together, and exchanged hands on the top.

In the moment of fighting here, the head of Wu Nian had already restrained the murderous corpse, and pressed the back of the murderous corpse with a rough wooden stick that I didn't know where to pick up, pushing him against the wall. The bloody hoe fell to his feet with a bang.

The murderous corpse's mouth didn't open, but there was a low growl sound from its throat. It struggled to catch the person behind it with both hands, but it was too stiff to miss.

Wu Nian turned his body to a direction that he couldn't grasp, took out a talisman paper drawn with blood from his sleeve, pinched two fingers and drew it in the air a few times, and whispered the mantra of suppressing evil and warding off evil .

A golden Buddha's light flashed along the handwriting of the blood curse, and the talisman instantly lit up with a red light like a raging fire, and it came out from Wu Nian's fingertips and stuck to the body of the murderous corpse. The great monk said "Amitabha", and threw He took a step back from the stick and continued to chant sutras. The corpse was pressed by the Buddha's light and could not move for a moment, and let out a painful moan.

Wu Nian put the rosary beads on his wrist back into his palms and twisted them. While continuing to recite the scriptures, he drew a "卍" character with Buddha's light in the void. Before hitting the murderous corpse On the body, a ray of soul can be seen flowing out of the corpse and rising straight to the sky.

How could there be a soul in the body of the murderous corpse? !

Wu Nian was taken aback by this sudden situation, and the "卍" character drawn in front of him faded away and disappeared into the void.

"Husband!" Seeing this, the young woman hastily yelled with red eyes, and threw herself to chase the departed soul, ignoring the sharp palm blowing from behind.

There was a sound of breaking wind, but before anyone was seen, a fly whisk blocked the woman's back, dispelling an attack from Si Huai.

The figure in a black Taoist robe caught up to the soul with a sword, packed the soul with something and returned, just in time to fall to the ground with Si Huai.

Si Huai raised his eyebrows and glanced at the person who came, and found that he was the Daoist Wen Qi who had his wallet stolen from the inn a few days ago, but he didn't know how he would go and come back.

"What is the meaning of Daoist Wen Qi? Could it be that Xuanqing Taoist Temple also learned from those loose cultivators, and snatched the corpses captured by others to claim merit?"

"Fellow Daoist, don't blame me. I don't want to take credit for the poor Daoist, but... I have some things to ask, I hope Fellow Daoist will be tolerant."

After finishing speaking, Daoist Wen Qi bowed his head slightly to salute Si Huai and Wu Nian, then turned around and called out to the young woman standing beside him, "Master Uncle."

Si Huai turned his head and looked at Wu Nian. He didn't expect that the uncle Wen Qi was looking for was a woman. So she is also a disciple of Xuanqing Taoist Temple, and the murderous corpse is her husband?

The woman didn't want to see him very much, she reached out to him for her husband's soul, seeing that he didn't give it and didn't force her, she walked to the side of the murderous corpse, looked at Wu Nian with a cold face, and removed the soul of her husband. The road falls behind the prohibition of her husband.

She snapped her fingers lightly, and the murderous corpse moved stiffly, but it was not as flexible as before, and jumped in front of her lightly.

"A few days ago, you were the one who chased away the corpses in the town? Where did those corpses come from?"

The woman ignored Si Huai's words, and was about to leave with her bouncing walking corpse husband. When she passed by Daoist Wen Qi, she extended her hand again, "Give me back his soul."

"You want him to be brought back to life?" Daoist Wen Qi glanced at the person next to her, suppressing his anger, and asked word by word: "Where is the sex you stole from the Taoist temple?"

The author has something to say: the cutie who reads the article at night shouldn't be scared, right?If you are scared by the arms of the scumbag author, you can hug it (take the opportunity to wipe the oil hehehe~~)

There may be some cuties who think these chapters are a bit dull, but this is an important transition, and it will pass soon, I will put a lid on it and run away 2333

In addition, the scumbag author will insist on daily updates, and the update time is usually at night, but because my coding speed is too slow, I don’t have a fixed time point. Anyway, I insist on producing grain every day, and I will tell you in advance if there is something to do~~Thank you for the nutrient solution baby~~