That monk has a dragon [Rebirth]

During the day, after Wu Nian and his group left, Yang Changqing held the ashes of the talisman in his hand, hesitated for a long time, and then mixed it with water and drank it as he ordered.

No one knew whether he had seen Miss Mayi or not, and no one knew what they had said between them. They only knew that it was already afternoon when he came out again.

After paying a formal visit to Master Mei, Yang Changqing walked to the place where the coffin was placed, took a few more glances before the servants closed the coffin, and finally closed the coffin board himself, and returned to the hut with bitterness in his heart.

When he came back to see Mei Yi, he didn't bring anything with him. In the past few months, he had been looking at things and thinking about people in the house every day, and he hadn't bought anything for himself. belongings.

Next to the burden was a painting that had just been taken off the wall. The woman in the painting was smiling sweetly, and it was Mei Yi.

This is her possession.

Yang Changqing smiled lightly, raised his hand to caress the eyebrows of the person in the painting, carefully rolled up the painting scroll, and put it in the lapel of his clothes next to his body.

There was a moderate knock on the door at the right time, and the maid's high-pitched voice came in through the door, "My lord, the master ordered me to bring some food over."

The first time he was called "Uncle", Yang Changqing was stunned for a moment, knowing that Mr. Mei had accepted him, a big rock hanging in his heart finally fell down.

He turned around and was about to open the door, but he heard a strange "giggle" laughter coming from outside the door. The maid who delivered the meal saw something and let out an unusually piercing scream, and the meal in her hand fell to the ground and screamed. There was a "clang" sound, and his thin body slammed into the door panel heavily.

When Yang Changqing came back, he subconsciously plugged the door, but the maid's body did not knock the door open, and a black shadow lay stiffly on it, motionless.

"What... what happened?" He asked in a trembling voice, but the people outside the door didn't respond at all.

"Girl girl! You still..."

cluck... cluck...

When Yang Changqing was about to ask again, the figure of the maid reflected on the door finally responded.

The head on the slender neck first hung straight to the left to the shoulder, made a "clack" of broken bones, then slowly lifted up, and hung towards the right shoulder, repeating this several times." Moving "muscles and bones, the sound is extremely piercing and frightening——

This is not an action that a living person can make.

The sound of fingernails scratching on the door was very sharp, and the paper pasting the door was scratched. Through the hollowed-out door lattice, one could vaguely see a pair of white eyes without pupils, and two bloodstains flowed from the eye sockets, covering half of the face.

The strength of the "maid" suddenly became surprisingly strong, and after a few shakes, the somewhat old door with its hinges was removed and thrown aside, her pupilless eyes were fixed on Yang Changqing, and her open mouth showed a few A sharp tooth, full of posture to eat alive.

Yang Changqing screamed, picked up the bundle that had just been packed on the table and threw it at it, and ran out while she was dodging, shouting for help.

The monster behind him reacted very quickly and moved very nimbly. He caught up with him in the blink of an eye, grabbed Yang Changqing's shoulder with one hand, and grabbed his chest with the other hand, but did not dig out his liver. Instead of cutting his heart, he grabbed the painting scroll in the front of his chest and tore it off together with his clothes.

"Yiyi!" Yang Changqing grabbed the other end of the scroll, and for a moment he forgot that the one who was grabbing the painting with him was no longer a living person, the strength was so great that even he, a big man, was taken advantage of.

"evil creature!"

With a stern shout, Monk Wu Nian appeared at the gate of the deserted courtyard with a clothes-drying pole brought along from the yard, and another figure descended from above, shooting three white arrows obliquely.

In other words, fan bones made of jade.

"Maid" let out a hoarse beast-like roar, pulled one end of the scroll with one hand, and grabbed Yang Changqing's back with the other hand, the long black nails were very sharp, and five bloodstains were scratched on the back under the thin gown .

Yang Changqing let out a low cry from the pain, and was thrown out, still holding Mei Yi's scroll tightly in his hand.

There was a sound of "cracking", and the picture scroll that was held at both ends was torn apart from the middle, and a wisp of faint white smoke came out from the picture scroll, and fell on the "person" in front of Yang Changqing who was blocking the attack with his teeth and claws.

This blow naturally didn't hit Miss Mei's ghost, Wu Nian walked up to her in a few steps as if her legs were on strings, and stopped the corpse-like person with a stretch of the clothes-drying pole.

He hit her hard on the chest, and picked her up again, pushing her back a few steps away.

Si Huai took a few steps and came to Wu Nian's side, flicked his fingers a few times, and the fan bone that he punched out just now returned to his hand.

Inserting the fan bone back very gracefully, unfolding the fan, shaking it gently, and said in a warm voice: "Just now that female ghost sneaked up on me while I was asleep, but I was injured instead. It must be because of lack of energy, she found a living person to possess her."

Wu Nian turned his head to look at him, said "Amitabha" in a low voice, held the clothes rail tightly in his hand, and said in a deep voice, "If you do evil again and again, you can't let her go."

"En." Si Huai took a step back very cooperatively to give him enough room to show off his skills, and helped Yang Changqing push him against the wall where he would not get in the way.

There was a sentence just now that he held back and didn't tell Wu Nian, if he hadn't been disturbed by a certain monk twice, he would have turned this ghost thing into a supply for his own cultivation when he was in the Temple of the City God.

It is said that Buddhism has been in decline since the incident of Master Shengchan 300 years ago. In today's world, monks are looked down upon. They are just looking for a place to live. Where did I learn it, the talisman array is easy to come by, and I even look decent in a fight.

Tsk!Si Huai thought: Could it be that the skills of the previous life can be reincarnated together?

After the broom last time, the clothes-drying pole in Wu Nian's hand was also honored to be danced into an Arhat stick. The speed of rotation was so fast that ghost images appeared.

Although the female ghost has some Taoism, but I don't know if she is not very flexible when she is attached to a living person, or because she was injured by Si Huai and her cultivation level was damaged.

However, this female ghost was able to cause trouble in the Plum Garden, so that all the monks couldn't take him down. Apart from the pustules of the casual monks as an explanation, it cannot be denied that she is more intelligent than ordinary ghosts. Seeing that the momentum at this time is not right, Dang even changed his target and rushed towards Yang Changqing, who looked more bully.

She wants that painting!

Si Huai frowned slightly, and his eyes fell on the half-painted scroll she had been clutching tightly. For a while, she couldn't think of how to explain why a ghost who had been dead for an unknown amount of time wanted to snatch a painting, not to mention that the person on the painting had no It's not her.

The cold air approached him, and he had no time to make too many guesses. The folding fan in his hand closed with a "snap", stretched out to block the long fingernails waving from her, and he flipped his hand over, and the fan bone on the other side It turned into a sharp blade, and cut off the moldy and thin bamboo-like nails with a single force.

"Ahhh!!!" The female ghost shrieked as if suddenly feeling pain, retracted her hand with the shaved nails and put it in front of her eyes for a closer look. The nails on that hand suddenly grew back at a speed visible to the naked eye. He changed his target and grabbed Si Huai.

Although Si Huai's body was made of clay, it became much more flexible after using it for a few days. Before she came back to her senses, she quickly took away the picture scroll that she had been clutching tightly, and threw it on Yang Changqing accurately.

The scattered monks who lived in the same courtyard came here in a hurry at this time, and I don't know if they burned incense sticks devoutly to pray for everything to go well. If they waited a little longer, the fight would be over.

Slandering in his heart, Si Huai couldn't help but stuff the unarmed scholar behind him and the ghost of Mei who seemed to have been frightened into a fool, turned over in the air and jumped behind her.

While putting away the fan in the right hand, the bone flute that had grown to more than six inches was shaken out from the sleeve of the left hand, and he tapped on the cheek with a rascal look, jokingly said: "Ugly, don't you want to eat me?" ? Come here!"

"Ah!!" The female ghost's already ignited anger was fueled again. After changing her body, she even enriched her words. There were many invisible little ghosts hiding in the dark, and the strange laughter of "giggling" came from all directions, just like the night in the Town God's Temple a few days ago.

Si Huai probably has the potential to irritate ghosts. The delicate face of the possessed maidservant turned extremely ferocious at this time, and she made a very human and weird sound, her feet gradually floated off the ground, and her movements were much faster than before. When he reached Si Huai, the latter leaned back a little, almost rubbing against the ground.

"Monk!" He called hastily, and finally put the little plaything-like flute in his hand to his lips, and blew a high-pitched and melodious sound of chilling in the dark night sky.

The sound of the flute is clear and mournful, as if standing high in the sky and listening to the sound of water in the empty valley, and suddenly hearing the sound of Brahma in the sky.

Others can't hear it, but I know it when I read it. This is the Buddhist chant of Buddhism, called "Yushan Fan".

Wearing a bracelet of small purple-leaf sandalwood beads and knowing the rhythm of Buddhism, if it is only because of an old monk, then this old person must have an unusual relationship with him.

However, this is not the time to think about these things. When Si Huai yelled, Wu Nian had already moved forward physically. Taking advantage of the female ghost being attracted by him, he became a hypocrite for a while, swinging the "arhat stick" in one hand and forming an "arhat stick" in front of him with the other. With the golden seal of the word "卍", he jumped up in the air and hit him with a blow on the head.

The "maid" stopped moving forward and stayed where she was, slowly twisting her head as if she was dislocated, turned her front face to her back, raised it slightly, grinned at Wu Nian, and then turned her face like a limp lump Mud generally fell to the ground.

Si Huai's flute hadn't stopped yet, I followed his rhythm and recited the mantra, and saw a red ghost coming out of the fallen man and trying to escape, but was stopped by the ringing of the bell In situ.

The first of the five precepts in Buddhism is the precept against killing.Although this female ghost is already dead, if you beat her out of her wits, it will be regarded as killing her again. I think that a monk in this life is quite competent, so it must be impossible to do so.

Si Huai blinked slightly, and the sound of the flute stopped abruptly. The short bone flute twirled around his fingertips like a wolf's pen, emitting a faint blue light, with an irresistible power, hitting the ghost's void in various ways. physically.

The strange laughter all around disappeared in an instant, and the red, black and black mist condensed into a ball, drifting away for a while before slowly dissipating.

From the bottom of his heart, someone from Si let out a sigh that no one else could hear: It's a pity that his masterpiece of repairing was blown away by his own hands.

The author has something to say: Fanbai (bài) refers to the sound of monks chanting scriptures. Later, it seems to refer to Buddhist music, namely Sanskrit music. "Yushan Fan" is a representative of Fanbai, and it is characterized by lightness and mourning written by Cao Zhi.

The above content is from Baidu, and the meaning written in the text refers to Buddhist music~

Forgive me for not being able to write the scene of fighting xiuxiuxiu, I read it and my heart is hahaha (covering face)