Painted skin jade series

"I've been out for too long this trip, I have to go back." The little Taoist said.

The little monkey has wasted too much mana, so he needs to go back to the mountain to recuperate.Chen Yuhui wanted to say thank you, but couldn't.

"You don't need to be polite to me." The little Taoist Qi Shan blinked and said mischievously, "Can you give me a horse? It's faster than my feet."

"Well, I'll let someone take it." Chen Yuhui hurriedly ordered.

The little Taoist stood behind him smiling.

When Chen Yuhui turned back, the little Taoist said with a stern face, "Wang Sheng's tricks are not right. I'm worried that he will play tricks after he recovers. You..."

"I understand." Chen Yuhui smiled.

The little Taoist scratched his head and said awkwardly: "Come to me if you have something to do. I'm too busy to be on the mountain all day long."

"I will remember." Chen Yuhui looked the little monkey up and down, and said suddenly, "Without the whisk, you are even less like a Taoist priest."

The little Taoist yelled anxiously: "Really? Then I have to buy another one quickly, this is a guy who eats!"

Chen Yuhui smiled.

The little Taoist also laughed.

The little Taoist patted his chest and promised: "I will settle him down, don't worry."

Chen Yuhui knew that the little monkey was referring to Li Gui, so he nodded.

When they arrived at the door, the servant had already pulled out the horse and was waiting. The little monkey patted Chen Yuhui's shoulder heavily, jumped on the horse, and galloped away.

In the east, the sun is rising, the sun is shining, the sky and the earth are filled with dazzling golden yellow, and the haze of the night is like a dream, disappearing without a trace.

Chen Yuhui stood in the morning light for a long time.If you have dreamed, you can leave no trace, what happened, the people you met, feel free in your heart.There will be a period of time.

The dirt and blood in the room had been washed away, and Wang Sheng, who had changed into white obscene clothes, was still in a coma.

After asking a few maids to stay by the bed, Chen Yuhui told Danniang to take the original servants to pack their luggage and go back to the Chen family's old house.Danniang was already angry at Wang Sheng's behavior. Although she didn't understand what happened last night, she also knew that she violated the taboos of ghosts and gods. She only did too many crimes on weekdays, so it's better for the son to be less involved. Now she can see the nature of Amitabha.

But Wang Xu'an suddenly sat up on the bed after waking up, and exclaimed, "I had such a big dream!" The people waiting in the room were frightened.

A servant silently took a letter and handed it over, the young master gave it to the master.

In the letter, there are only a few words, and it tells the story of how Wang Xu'an died and how he was born.Wang Xu'an was grateful for the Taoist priest's chivalrous help, and was also glad that the evil spirits had been exorcised.He smiled and asked, where is the son?Why didn't you say it yourself and leave the letter instead?

The group was silent and asked several times before they were humane and returned to Chen's house.

"Ayu, is he angry? That's fine, rest for a few days, and I'll go pick him up again." Wang Xu'an didn't care, stretched himself out, fell down, and said, "Hahaha, if you survive a catastrophe, there must be a future." Fu, there is wine and meat, bring them all to the Lord!"

After lying down for a few days, Wang Xu'an felt itchy all over his body.Chen Yuhui is happy and quiet, she is not at home now, Wang Xu'an calls friends and calls for friends, and breaks the scene, without any taboos.One day, when I came back from the Ningxiang Pavilion meeting, I was lying on the bed alone, thinking of Cui Nu, and regretting her charming face, but at the same time remembering that he was a ghost who sucked essence and heart, and hated it in my heart... The skin and flesh belonged to a dead person who didn't know when he died!Immediately, I really wanted to tear that ghost into thousands of pieces and put them under my feet.

Wang Xuan jumped up from the bed, bluffed and called all the servants, drove to the Anxiang Pavilion in the backyard, and ordered people to burn the pavilion.The fire grew from small to large, and the tongue of flames reached the sky. The wooden attic was crackling in the flames, thick smoke rose, and the heat was scorching.Standing on the bridge, Wang Xu'an became more and more satisfied as he looked at it, as if the fire had burned away bad luck and bad memories.The servants were in a hurry, and the one-leaf forest next to the Anxiang Pavilion was affected, but fortunately, there was no running water between this place and the main courtyard, so there was no need to worry about it being too serious.