That monk has a dragon [Rebirth]

The sound of the rooster crowing to announce the dawn is clear and loud, the sky is a bit brighter, and the morning after the rain is a bit cooler.

Ghosts can't move in the daytime. Miss Mei's ghost wandered all night, and brought them into the illusion of life with the remaining resentment. They have already become weak and weak. All turned into a translucent incorporeal body.

Wu Nian cast a spell on her body, and hid her in the rosary she carried with her, and hid her in the wide sleeves.

Ms. Mei was probably distracted into the illusion, and the barrier that fell in the room was forcibly broken by the monks, but the door was still tightly closed, and the people inside actually stabbed it.

When Si Huai and the others returned to the deserted courtyard, Master Mei was already waiting in the courtyard, his clothes had not been changed, he must have had a sleepless night.

Xiao Chen, who had been reading Buddhist scriptures under the eaves all night, saw his uncle and Si Huai's benefactor coming back together, hurried over to greet him, briefly stated what happened last night, and followed them to the door.

"Master." Master Mei's expression was anxious, he hadn't slept all night, his eyes were bloodshot. "A few immortals said something in this room... the barrier has been broken, but the scholar locked himself inside and couldn't come out. Is he possessed by something unclean?"

Isn't the unclean thing your daughter? Si Huai and Xiaochen looked at each other and didn't say anything.

"He doesn't know that we are here to rescue him, how dare he come out?" Wu Nian replied politely, covered the sight of everyone behind him with his body, and said to Master Mei in a low voice: "Miss Mei has put down, I also ask Master Mei to spare Mr. Yang, so that Miss can go where she should go with peace of mind."

Master Mei's expression froze, and he lowered his voice, "What do you mean, Master?"

"Master Mei is the biological father of Miss. She can't hate you. This sneaky thing is just to protect the person on her heart. Master knows more about the whole thing than a monk like me. I just pass on a message for the dead soul of Miss. , I beg you to let Young Master Yang go for her."

"She..." Master Mei couldn't believe it, his lips moved a few times, his eyes were wet, and he found his voice, "What else did she say?"

"Miss asks the poor monk to bring a sentence: love in the world is thin, and you should take care of yourself more when you are alone."

Master Mei choked up for a moment, nodded absentmindedly, waved his trembling hands twice to call for his servants, and left the deserted courtyard tremblingly.

No matter how ups and downs this person is in the mall, he is just an old man who lost his only daughter at the moment.

Si Huai watched Wu Nian recite scriptures silently, knowing that his compassionate heart had flared up again, but he didn't say anything.After all, the person who buried his daughter alive with his own hands is not enough to justify his crime no matter how pitiful he is.

Wu Nian felt the gaze falling on him, but he just raised his hand to touch Chen Yi's little bald head, and knocked on the door under the burning eyes of all the monks.

"Amitabha, the poor monk was entrusted by Miss Meiyi to help the young master meet her."

The people inside seemed to be blocking the door with their own bodies. Upon hearing this sentence, there was a sound immediately, and after a sound of eagerly pulling the latch, the door that had not been opened for a long time creaked. open.

The person dressed as a scholar leaned out half of his body, his face was fair, almost the same as what he saw in the illusion, only a little thinner.

Yang Changqing looked up and down at the monk in front of him, and asked uncertainly: "You...you can let me see her again, I know she is there, she is in the painting I drew for her, I want to see her, I... I……"

"Amitabha, benefactor, even if we can see each other again, you will still be separated forever."

"Then I also want to see her again. I still have a lot to say to her. I promised to marry her, but I haven't prayed to her yet."

Wu Nian sighed heavily, took out the Buddhist beads hidden in his sleeve, shook them, held them in his hand again and twisted them, the other hand got a handful of soot at some point, and poured them all into Yang Changqing's hand.

"Make a bowl of tea and drink it, and you will be able to see her for only one hour."

After finishing speaking, he nodded slightly, recited an incomprehensible Buddhist scriptures in a low voice, and finally said the Buddha's name before turning around and leading the little monk away.

The monks on the side didn't know what happened, they just felt that the monk was really capable, and they were filled with admiration, and hurried to catch up and ask about the whole story of last night.

Si Huai politely nodded to Yang Changqing and said goodbye. Before leaving, his gaze swept over the ashes of the talisman in his hand, and a nauseating feeling came up from his stomach and down his throat.

Unexpectedly, hundreds of years have passed, and after walking through the underworld, this monk still likes to make people drink talisman ashes.

A group of monks next door pestered me to recount the process of catching ghosts last night, it was noisy and unrealistic, Si Huai closed the window with a wave of his hand, and fell asleep on the bed.

Now that Miss Mei's matter is settled, he should go too, right?

Si Huai raised his hand to cover his eyes, feeling a little complicated for a moment.

He also seems to be like Miss Mei who recklessly goes to meet again, even if it's just to have a cup of tea and say hello, or to be relatively silent.

But he can't.

It was because of him in the last life that Lingjun was infamous by the world for thousands of years and abandoned his consummation of merit and virtue.Since we meet again in this life, we should stay far away from him. Maybe ten years later, the hundred families of Xianmen will have the status of Buddhist disciples again.

If you can, take a look at him from afar and protect him well, it would not be in vain to meet him in this life.

Thinking of this, he felt better. He hadn't had a good night's sleep for several days, but now he was a little sleepy.

It wasn't until the twilight gradually thinned that Si Huai broke free from the nightmare. It was clearly a scorching summer day, but there was a cold wind blowing from his feet to the top of his head.

He rubbed his dizzy temples, suddenly his hands froze, and he opened his eyes suddenly, a layer of very light and very light bluish blue covered the originally dark pupils, staring at him with cold gaze like a polar cold pool. The female ghost in red fell on the bedside.

The female ghost's face was an arm's length away, with her flexible long tongue sticking out, her entire face was pale with death, but a large part of her original face was burnt, and her messy long hair fell to Si Huai. On his face, there was an indescribable smell, like the chilly smell of corpses from the bottom of the well all the year round.

Seeing the opened eyes of the person below, the female ghost let out a frightening scream, her messy hair grew like tentacles, and she hurriedly crawled away, and her whole body hurriedly shrank towards the roof.

Si Huai's eyes froze, as if a blue light flashed across his eyes, he stretched out his hand to grab the phantom and threw it heavily on the ground, and the ghost in red reappeared, prostrate on the ground and exposed A pair of eyes full of whites stared viciously at the person sitting up on the bed.

"I didn't go looking for you, but you came looking for my breath." Si Huai raised one corner of his mouth, and almost finished the sentence through his teeth, "I have been in pieces for 300 years, and I haven't had time to cultivate properly." I was disturbed by you, how about using you to improve my cultivation?"

Seemingly understanding what he said, the female ghost uttered two strange "clack" screams, and shrank back subconsciously under the gaze of his eagle-like sharp eyes.

The next moment, a hand with bruised veins tightly wrapped around her neck and lifted her up from the ground. The sewage dripped from her long hair onto the ground and hit Si Huai's bare feet without shoes.

The blue color in the pupils became deeper and deeper, and the raised other hand condensed a ball of blue fireworks, which burned more and more vigorously as they slowly accumulated power, pushing towards the female ghost's forehead bit by bit. .

The so-called ghosts are just the souls that have been separated from the body after death. They have no spirit or soul. At most, a mouthful of grievances before death can be stored and turned into ghosts.If this fierce ghost harms more people or the idea of ​​becoming a ghost grows longer, it will also increase its cultivation base like a person who cultivates the Tao, such as this one now.

Si Huai's current body was made of clay, so he couldn't swallow the female ghost's soul in one gulp, so he had to burn her little by little, and then inhale her.

Seeing the female ghost's spirit being slowly burnt, and a few wisps of red and black mist overflowing, Si Huai licked his dry lips and was about to ingest it into his body, when there was a knock on the door suddenly.

Si Huai was startled by the sound, most of the blue color in his eyes faded, and after a moment of daze, the female ghost broke free, quickly ran up the roof and hid in the dark and disappeared.

He didn't know whether to be angry or annoyed for a moment, he took a few breaths, the last trace of light blue in his eyes disappeared, and turned back to a deep black, like the deepest cold pool in a starless and moonless cave. A splash of ink.

There was another quick knock on the door, and Si Huai went back to the bed with a sullen face, put on his boots, and then slowly moved to open the door.

I don't know which little bastard is ruining his good things at this time, the knock on the door is more urgent than the death bell.

The door was pulled open rudely, and the little monk who was about to knock on the door again resentfully withdrew his hand, guessing from the gloomy expression of the person in front of him that he was getting up very angry at the moment, he quickly put on a smile and asked softly: " After playing it, I heard some movement in the benefactor's room, but it was a terrible nightmare."

Si Huai had no intention of explaining to him, and nodded his head carelessly twice.

Before he wanted to swallow that ghost thing, it was indeed a terrible nightmare. In the broken dream, there were rows of monks with shiny heads chanting scriptures to him. Isn't it a nightmare?

"Little master looking for me, what can I do?"

"Oh!" Chen Yi raised his hand and patted his head, finally remembered the business, his eyes lit up, and said: "Uncle Master said that these two people are thanks to the help of benefactor Huai, and would like to invite the benefactor to have dinner together in the room."

Before going to sleep, Si Huai had the idea of ​​looking for excuses to talk to that person again, but now it came to his door. He thought that it was probably because he was not rude to the Lord Buddha in his dream, that's why he got such a favor.

The joy in his heart was covered up on his face, and the elegant young man in blue wore a calm expression, but his footsteps were much faster than the young monk next to him, and he even forgot to tidy up his clothes, which were a little messy.

Wu Nian seemed to have made preparations for his coming. He had already prepared three sets of bowls and chopsticks, and sat quietly at the table. Seeing Si Huai and Chen coming in one after the other, he smiled slightly and waited for them to take their seats.

Having dinner with the monk, Si Huai was ready to eat steamed buns and swallow cabbage, but it was still light cabbage without oil.Unexpectedly, the bowl contained plain noodles, not only oil and vegetables, but also thoughtfully put an extra egg in his bowl.

Si Huai took a sneak peek at the little monk's noodle bowl, making sure that he was the only one who had this egg, and his mood immediately improved a lot, and he didn't even have the thought of giving it to the child.

"This side is made by the master himself." He picked up the chopsticks to stir the fuzzy heat, and his tone slowed down unconsciously.

"Walking around all year round, I always know everything I want. The poor monk is not good at cooking, so he can still put the noodles into hot water." Then put the leftover eggs from the host's house.

Si Huai nodded lightly, wondering if he was suffocated by the heat, his eyes were a little warm.

The scene of Lingjun making noodles for him for the first time vaguely appeared in his mind. The monks had a light meal, and he didn't know where he found two eggs and put them in the noodles. He was holding a bowl of oily noodles, smiling Congratulations on his birthday.

Thinking about it, the corners of Si Huai's mouth raised slightly, his eyes inadvertently glanced at Chen Yi's noodle bowl again, and he actually saw him flipping the eggs from the bottom, there were still two.

The corners of the raised mouth were pulled down, and a big mouthful was picked up with chopsticks, and stuffed into the mouth as if venting anger, a strange taste touched the tongue, and the soreness spread all over the body in an instant.

"Uncle, you put too much vinegar in this." Chen swallowed it one by one, and made a timely comment.

"I haven't done it myself for a long time, and my hands are shaking. The benefactor Huai didn't say anything, but you complained first."

Si Huai, who was caught off guard by the roll call, laughed twice, put noodles into his mouth one by one, and changed the subject in due course.

"I thought the matter of Miss Mei was settled, and the two masters were about to leave"

"Miss Mei's matter has been resolved, but Mei Yuan's matter has not yet been resolved."

I didn't even think about picking up the noodles in the bowl. It can be said that I didn't relish it. Si Huai almost suspected that he had shaken all the vinegar into his bowl.

"What does the master mean?"

"Miss Mei is wearing white clothes, but the ghost we fought earlier was obviously wearing red clothes. It is much more sinister than Miss Mei. Miss Mei can even bury her father alive, so how could it be that?" The kind of person who dug out all the coffins of their ancestors looked at her last night, as if they didn't know her coffin was there beforehand. In this plum garden, there is a more powerful one."

"What the master said is true. The more powerful one just appeared in my room. I was about to catch her, but I was scared away by your little nephew knocking on the door."

"Ah, me, me..." Chen Yi was inexplicably charged with this crime, "I" didn't come out for a long time, so he had to bow his head and eat his noodles.

Not far away, a shrill scream came in abruptly amidst the sound of the little monk eating noodles.

The author has something to say: Si Huai: Someone has more eggs in the bowl than me! ! !

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