That monk has a dragon [Rebirth]

Xu said that Miss Mei's resentment was so strong when she died that after death, the resentment formed an enchantment and trapped Yang Changqing in the room. During the fire, a group of people failed to force open the door.

Wu Nian had just made a hasty confession and went to chase Miss Mei's ghost. Si Huai was a little worried, so he followed Chen after a few words. When he chased to the front yard, he saw the door of the reception hall with the coffin open. Nian's hands stopped twisting the beads, and walked in slowly.

The female ghost in white stood in front of the coffin in the middle with a pale face, staring straight at the monk who was walking towards her step by step with a pair of stagnant eyes.

Si Huai secretly thought something was wrong, he flew forward a few steps and was about to reach out his hand to stop Wu Nian from moving forward, but a hand stretched out held his arm instead.

Wu Nian turned around and shook his head at him.

Seeing that his eyes were solemn and did not seem to be in a daze, Si Huai's heart was suspended, and he followed Wu Nian and walked a few steps forward.

The female ghost seemed to deliberately lure them here, and she stood motionless in front of the coffin, her long hanging hair parted to the sides, revealing a pale dead face, just like the corpse lying in the coffin.

As if there was a gust of cold wind pouring down on his head, Si Huai turned his head and looked at Wu Nian, and in unison, they turned their eyes back to the face of the person lying in the coffin.

The position they were standing at this time was just right enough to get a full view of that face, and it was indeed very similar to the floating one.

"Miss Mei was so ruthless that she dug up her own coffin. She wants you to be a good person and help her bury the coffin back."

"The deceased is gone, the benefactor shouldn't joke." Without changing my mind, I bowed deeply to Miss Mei's ghost.

Seeing that he was so serious, Si Huai stopped joking, following his appearance, he also bowed very carelessly, counting it as respect for the dead.

"Miss Mei" was very courteous, blessed her body, and performed the etiquette of a lady, the dim yellow oil lamp flickered twice, and actually spread a layer of golden light on the corpse in the coffin.

"Wait!" Si Huai yelled this sentence subconsciously, but it was still a step late, Wu Nian's hand with the Buddhist beads had already touched the light.

The dim reception hall blurred in front of his eyes, and blurred phantoms flashed layer upon layer. Si Huai reached out and grabbed the person beside him. He obviously didn't move his footsteps, but the scene changed thousands of times, and when it was clear again, it was already one place. strange place.

The streets at night are very lively, gorgeous lanterns are hung all over the streets, and there are many people coming and going around, but these people and scenes seem to be a mirage projected from another place, so illusory and unreal.

Wu Nian looked at the person passing through my body in surprise, turned to Si Huai and said, "What's going on? They can't see us, and they can still pass through us."

While talking, another group of chatting and laughing young masters came, although they couldn't bump into them, the two of them retreated in a tacit understanding.

"It's all an illusion. You touched the light and brought us here, but it's hard to say what illusion it is."

"It seems that the poor monk has little knowledge. He only knows that there are demons and ghosts in the world. It is a frightening miracle. I never thought that I could go to the environment."

Si Huai shrugged his shoulders with a half-smile, and for a moment didn't know how to accept his compliment. Seeing many people crowded not far away, he motioned for Wu Nian to go and have a look together.

That place is the Yuelao Temple, the temple was built in a simple and simple way, the few crooked trees outside were full of red lines, two stone pillars stood in front of the stone steps, and a concentric lock the size of a gong and drum was hung.

There are countless places where incense is enshrined in the world, but the Yuelao Temple is neither solemn nor solemn. The men and women who come here all have a cautious feeling, praying devoutly to the fairy under the moon, and then turn the youthful sweetness into their hands. Red thread tied to the tree.

Si Huai stood in front of the Yuelao Temple and suddenly stopped moving. He closed his eyes and folded his hands together, as if he was praying for something devoutly in his heart. After a while, he bent down and worshiped, which was much more earnest than the monks offering incense in the temple. point.

Wu Nian stood beside him with a smile and looked at him. Seeing that he had finished making his wish, he asked gossipingly: "Benefactor Huai has a sweetheart, and I want to ask Yuelao for marriage."

"It's not counted, it's just a private wish. I can't burn incense and worship in the illusion this time. I don't know if Yue Lao thinks I'm not pious enough and won't satisfy me."

"Then you owe it. When you find this place in the future, pay a stick of incense, and pay your respects again."

"That's right." Si Huai nodded, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Master has nothing to ask for."

"The poor monk's benefactor was joking, Yuelao only cares about marriage, and the poor monk is a..." Wu Nian's words stopped suddenly, his eyes passed Si Huai, and fell on the big locust tree not far behind him.

There is a folk saying that after worshiping the old moon, put a marriage lottery or a red cloth strip with a wish on it with a red thread, and throw it on a tree. If it does not fall off, the wish will come true.

So at this time, there were many faithful men and women standing under the locust tree, and they threw the red cloth in their hands onto the tree. A dead person suddenly appeared in the bustling crowd.

It should be said that it was Miss Mei before her death.

That delicate face was white and lively under a pink shirt. If one hadn't seen it with one's own eyes, it would be hard to imagine the deathly paleness.

Beside her, stood a man with the appearance of a scholar, plain clothes and light shirts, exuding a gentle and elegant scholarly atmosphere, the two did not speak much, looked at each other with a slight smile, just like a married couple.

Wu Nian suddenly thought of something, and the fingers that were twisting the beads turned a little white.

"Miss Mei and the sweetheart in her dream agreed to meet at the Yuelao Temple in the east of Fengmian City on the Lantern Festival. This must be the first time they met."

"So, the scene in this illusion should be her obsession before she died, otherwise she wouldn't be able to bring you and me in." Si Huai echoed, but his eyes drifted to the old Yue who was coming and going behind him. Temple, wrote down a few words in my heart: East of Fengmian City.

After a while, the picture in front of him suddenly changed, and it became the reception hall of Meiyuan, which was spacious and bright. Mr. Mei was sitting in the main seat, looking at the two people kneeling in front of him with a dark face.

What happened next was consistent with what Mr. Mei said. Mr. Mei felt sorry for the only daughter of her and his deceased wife, and felt that the family was not right to cause criticism. It's good to make a pair.

Si Huai took out a handful of melon seeds from nowhere, dragged Wu Nian to the side and squatted down, ready to re-watch this episode of human-ghost love and vengeance in person, but after Yang Changqing left, There seems to be a discrepancy.

Not half a month after Yang Changqing left, Master Mei agreed to a marriage proposal from a local rich gentry. mistress.

It stands to reason that Master Mei loves his daughter so much, he shouldn't have agreed to such a marriage.

Si Huai turned his head to look at Wu Nian, and asked, "I overheard it through the eaves, did Master Mei agree to that scholar?"

Wu Nian also shook his head in confusion, "The poor monk has never heard of this, let's read it first."

After saying that, I saw Miss Mei running out in the rain with pear blossoms crying, and confronted Master Mei, saying: "You clearly promised to marry me to Changqing when he became an official. How can you talk without counting? How can you marry me? Married to that old man named Shen, Xu Xian, he is older than you!"

"Shut up! Since ancient times, the marriage contract was ordered by your parents and the matchmaker said that you have hastily arranged a private life with a poor man, ruining your own reputation and the reputation of the Mei family. You still expect a son from a noble family to marry you! The Shen family also has some Fame, if you marry Mr. Shen as a sequel, after his death, all the property of the Shen family will be yours, and there are still people serving the family, what's wrong with it?"

"Is it okay for my daughter to marry and be a widow? If I can't wait for Chang Qing to come back and marry him, my daughter would rather die now!"

"This marriage has been decided, you have to marry if you don't marry!"

Three days later, Miss Mei was tied to a sedan chair and sent to Shen's house all the way.

Miss Mei looked gentle and gentle, but her temper was very fierce. She broke free from the rope in the sedan chair, jumped out of the window on the street, ruined the marriage in the street, and ran out of town wearing a red wedding dress to find her. Yang Changqing was arrested the next day by people sent out by Master Mei.

The Mei family is a big family in Tonglu, and it would be ranked high in the entire Fengmian City. The rumors about the private meeting between the Miss Mei family and the poor scholar had already started, and later on the day of the big wedding, they regretted the marriage in the street. In one day, the whole Meiyuan seemed to be It all became a joke.

Master Mei is a person with good face. Between his daughter and the face of the Mei family, he chose the latter.

On a rainy night, he ordered someone to mix medicine into the young lady's food, coaxed her to eat it, then found a coffin, put the person who was still alive in it, and buried it in Mei's house. Inside the ancestral grave.

After a long period of time, the Mei family announced that Miss Mei was seriously ill, and they deliberately released that Miss Mei was betrayed by a heartless man and became insane before agreeing to Master Shen's marriage and regretting the marriage in the street.

The Shen family also had a good face, so naturally they didn't want people to discuss this kind of thing, so they paid out money to seal the mouth of everyone, so the monks who came to catch ghosts recently had never heard this wonderful passage that was comparable to a drama.

Later, around the end of spring, Yang Changqing reappeared. He didn't catch up with the exam this time, and he felt ashamed. He wanted to see Miss Mei again, and then closed the door to vent his anger, but he didn't know that Miss Mei was dead.

Master Mei went crazy when he saw him, thinking that Yang Changqing was the culprit for his daughter's death, and wanted to tie him up and bury him with him.

It was at that time that Miss Mei's ghost appeared for the first time and locked Yang Changqing into her boudoir.In another story, the reason why the female ghost kidnaps and tortures the heartless man is to protect her sweetheart.

Seeing this part of Miss Mei's memory illusion made Wu Nian and Si Huai both shocked and chilled. Who would have imagined that Mr. Mei, who was said by outsiders to try his best to save his heartless daughter after his daughter died, would do such a thing for the sake of face.

"No wonder there are many bloody scratches on the lid of the coffin. It turns out that she did not hang herself, but was buried alive and suffocated to death."

A person wakes up from a coma, only to find himself lying in a coffin, with nowhere to call for help, even scratching out blood from his fingers, but unable to open a gap, until exhausted and withdrawn from consciousness, how desperate it is.

Wu Nian's heart paused, as if something was pressed down, the boundless darkness and despair crushed my body, and I was so uncomfortable that even my breathing became short of breath.

Si Huai noticed that there was something strange about the person around him, so he quickly supported him, and he didn't answer even after asking a few times. Just as he was about to instill internal energy into his body, he heard a very soft "Amitabha".

"What’s wrong with you?"

"I don't know why, I just thought of Miss Mei struggling in the coffin after waking up, and I felt very uncomfortable." It was as if I had experienced it myself.

"The master is merciful and can feel what she has suffered."

Si Huai calmly withdrew the hand supporting him, and found that he had returned to reality from the illusion, the lights were still dim, and the floating body looked at the person lying in the coffin, wondering if he could think of something.

"It was April when Yang Changqing came back, and Miss Mei died only at the beginning of February, two full months, how did Mr. Mei manage to bury his own daughter alive as if nothing happened?"

Wu Nian shook his head, did not reply to his words, put the Buddhist beads in his palm, and silently recited the scriptures. After a while, he asked Miss Mei's ghost: "Miss, she has a wish unfulfilled, so she is here." Wandering in the world?"

Miss Mei showed a surprised look, sure that her voice could be heard, she quickly bowed to him, and said in a low voice: "I want to see Changqing again."

"Didn't you already see it?" Si Huai asked.

She shook her head, looking very lonely, "I can see him, but I can't touch him. He knows I'm there, but I can't see me. So, how can I see him. I thought I would marry him as a wife, but I thought I saved a lot of words to wait to talk to him later, but I didn't expect that Yin and Yang are separated now."

"If that's the case, why save him and let your father send him to be your companion, so that you can be a pair of ghost ducks."

Miss Mei twitched the corners of her mouth and showed a bit of a bitter smile, then asked: "My lord, have you ever liked someone who fell in love at first sight, or fell in love with each other for a long time, and was bound by the word love, so she was willing to die herself, but begged him to live well?" ."

Willing to die by himself, but begging him to live well.

Si Huai secretly glanced at the person beside him, and thought: Yes.

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