Xianzun is pregnant with the devil's cub

The room was dead silent.

Chu Hanjin clasped the back of the chair tightly with his fingers, his eyes were flushed, and he stared straight at Yuelin.

Whenever he thinks of just a little bit of the clip, that charming fragrance can make Chu Han kill himself on the spot, find a wooden pillar and hit him to death, and drag Yue Lin to his back by the way.

...so shameful.

too weird.

But Yue Lin in front of him seemed to feel better. The insidiousness of □□ is that he will make people lose their minds, become slaves to desire, empty their minds, and do things that would never happen normally.

Like just now.

Like what Yue Lin said.

Including at the end, Yue Lin accidentally got something on Chu Hanjin's shirt.

...and the lingering aftertaste in the air.But when Fan thought about it for a second, Chu Hanjin's hand holding the back of the chair was clenched tightly, and veins almost appeared.

He wished to strike Yue Linlai with a sword, his eyes flushed with shame, and he almost turned his back to look at him.

Yue Lin panicked: "I'm sorry—"

Chu Hanjin said: "Shut up."

Yue Lin: "I just—"

Chu Hanjin: "I told you not to explain any more."

After finishing speaking, as if his shoulders were slightly loose, he turned to the other side: "Just pretend that this never happened."

When the impact was too great for him to bear, he chose to ignore it.

At this critical juncture, Chu Hanjin tried his best to take care of the overall situation.He glanced at Yue Lin, his face even a bit embarrassed: "Are you...well now?"

"..."

There was indescribable embarrassment in the words, knowing that he was asking if the drug had completely disappeared, Yue Lin said, "Okay."

After releasing it, the stuffy and hot feeling just now disappeared, and the whole body felt a little more comfortable.

But it is precisely because of the return of reason that this confrontation scene is particularly terrifying.

Chu Han turned his back and walked to another place, without looking at his face, his voice revealed a little unsteadiness: "It's just an ordinary fuck? Why did he give you fuck?"

Yue Lin thought for a while, and said, "Maybe he wants to find out about our relationship."

Chu Hanjin: "What do you mean?"

"Maybe you and I don't look like ordinary masters and servants."

He came close to saying "we look like a couple".

It is reasonable for him and Yue Lin to behave intimately and be suspected of having an affair.

The moment Chu Hanjin turned around and met his eyes, he turned around as quickly as if he had been pricked by a needle, maintaining his expressionless and serious appearance, but the back of his ears was pink again.

He didn't know that his ears would turn red from embarrassment, so he adjusted his expression and said business: "He took the initiative to test us, did he do something bad? If he has a clear conscience, there's no need to be so timid."

Yue Lin nodded.

Judging from the clues they are asking now, Luo Yang and Young Master Zhou are rivals in love, and it is very likely that this is a love affair.

Chu Hanjin thought for a while: "Someone said before that Master Zhou was cursed to death. If this is the case, then the possibility of the monk committing the crime is even greater."

"Correct."

The conclusion of this trip was drawn.

In the dimly lit room, the two of them faced each other and sat silently for a while.

In the weird atmosphere, it seemed that the atmosphere that had just been extinguished was about to revive again, Yue Lin changed the subject: "I have to go out through this door tomorrow morning, and do all the acting, you..."

He wanted to say, if you are tired, go back and rest early.

Unexpectedly, Chu Hanjin avoided his sight, "Since he was cursed to death, you felt something strange even when you put your hand into the coffin today, which means that there is something strange about his body or inside the coffin. He will be buried tomorrow morning. Go to dig the grave and open the coffin again, it is disrespectful to the dead, I will go to see it tonight."

Yue Lin: "Reexamine the body?"

Chu Hanjin: "Retest."

Now it was approaching midnight, the brothels were doing night business, although it was very lively, but the street was actually quiet, everyone had already closed their doors and gone to sleep.Insisting on this, Yue Lin nodded: "OK."

Chu Hanjin jumped out of the window.Before Yue Lin left, he cast a spell on the young lady to prevent him from waking up halfway, so he came out after him.

When I arrived at the Zhou family's mansion, the funeral will be held tomorrow, and I will play music all night tonight, seeing the bright lights and people coming and going.In particular, many monks and funeral elders surrounded the place where the coffin was parked. They were doing formations to save the souls of the dead, throwing paper money into the sky.

Young Master Zhou's mother was also there, half squatting on a straw mat in front of the coffin, "Crying Spirit", also known as "Crying Funeral", a ritual before burial, the more mournful the relatives cry, the louder the deceased, the more beautiful the deceased will be buried, Double face.

Master Zhou's body was temporarily taken out of the coffin and placed on the coffin board.According to the ritual, the Taoist figured out the auspicious time to enter the coffin, so the corpse had to be carried out tonight, and put in the coffin again when the auspicious time came tomorrow morning, so that the deceased could rest in peace.

These procedures can't be wrong, if they are wrong, it will hurt the family fortune, and it may turn Master Zhou into a ghost.

There were a lot of onlookers standing beside them, shaking their heads while knocking sunflower seeds: "It's bad luck for the Zhou family to send a white-haired person to a black-haired person!"

"Young Master, I grew up watching him grow up. Seeing Madam crying makes me feel sad too."

"Hey, it's a pity that Master Zhou is so talented!"

"..."

There were many maids and women who were sobbing softly beside him. It was said that Young Master Zhou had a gentle and intelligent personality, liked to read poems and books, and treated people politely. It seemed that what he said was true.

Chu Hanjin and Yue Lin stood in the crowd, and the vigilant ones were yawning and drinking tea.

The Taoist said: "Everyone, who still wants to see the last face of the deceased, come quickly! Everyone, who still wants to see the last face of the deceased, come here quickly!"

The crowd walked to the corpse one after another to take a last look at the deceased.

Chu Han and Yue Lin looked at each other.

They walked slowly to the corpse and said "sorry" to Mrs. Zhou, and saw the Taoist priest remove the white cloth from the deceased's face, revealing a pale and handsome face.

Because Mrs. Zhou was watching with tears, the two of them didn't want to make a fuss, so they just glanced at each other and met each other's eyes.

Chu Hanjin nodded.

Yue Lin also nodded.

It seemed that everyone realized that something was wrong with the deceased.

When Yue Lin was about to take a step back, he heard the priest of the practice field suddenly hey softly.

Yue Lin raised his eyes.

Folk Taoist monks are different from their monks who form golden cores and cultivate immortals. They are just ordinary people with ordinary talents. They either practice Taoism for self-cultivation or to earn money to support their families.This Taoist priest is obviously the latter, wearing a crown hairpin turban, a bright yellow Taoist robe, and cloud shoes on his feet.

The light was dim just now, and this person's clothes changed drastically, and he didn't recognize him for a while.

Seeing him, the Taoist priest of the funeral shop took a step back in fright, holding a mahogany sword in his hand, unable to speak out.

Yue Lin just smiled, and returned to the crowd with Chu Hanjin.

Chu Han said first, "There is something wrong with the corpse."

Yue Lin nodded: "There is no smell, and there is no corruption."

Chu Hanjin pondered and said: "According to the time, he has been dead for almost seven days. Fengliu City is as far as the north of Mobei. The weather is hot and the sun is exposed to the sun. It is impossible for the body to show no signs of decay."

Yue Lin sighed: "I still have to investigate."

But there are too many people around. On the last night, relatives and friends of the deceased will accompany him for the last night, called "Shou Ling", and send him on the road tomorrow morning.Therefore, it is impossible to avoid the eyes and ears of Young Master Zhou's relatives, and naturally it is impossible to grope for the dead body.

After thinking for a while, Yue Lin responded, "I have a solution."

Chu Han looked sideways at him now.

Yue Lin stood in a conspicuous position among the crowd. The Taoist priest who was full of stars had been busy for a long time, and finally took a break. He was sitting at the Eight Immortals table drinking tea, wiping the sweat from his forehead and sneaking a look at Yue Lin.

Just when he raised his eyes, he saw Yue Lin hooking his finger at him.

"..."

He hesitated for a moment, put down the tea bowl, and walked up to Yue Lin with a look of despair on his face: "Master Xian, what advice do you have?"

He is just an ordinary person who sells paper money and works as a Taoist priest to collect money on the sidelines. How dare he compare with a monk like Yue Lin who can be resurrected after being dismembered. He is so scared that he can't stand still.

Yue Lin said in a leisurely tone, "Don't be nervous."

"No, I'm not nervous..."

"You have a nice dress."

The owner of the funeral shop was a little puzzled, he hesitated: "Ah? Ah... Lord Xian, what do you mean?"

Yue Lin said concisely: "Lend me to wear."

In funerals, only Taoist priests can have close contact with the corpse, not even relatives.

The owner of the funeral shop was puzzled: "Here, Lord Xian, I dare to ask, what do you want my skin for?"

"Ask so many? Don't talk nonsense."

The boss nodded quickly: "Then let me borrow it from you, and remember to return it to me."

He took off his clothes, which was just a coat, and handed it to Yue Lin.

In the eyes of the people around, they seemed to be handing over their careers, talking in a low voice, and there was nothing particularly eye-catching.

Yue Lin changed into Taoist clothes and walked towards the coffin, the boss finally understood: "Master Xian, do you want to check on the deceased?"

Yue Lin tilted his head: "What's wrong?"

The boss obviously knew that the corpse was weird, but he didn't dare to say it. Now that he was going to investigate, he became more courageous, approached and whispered: "There is something wrong with the corpse. Since you want to see it, I will tell them first, pretend to be You are my apprentice, so no one will be suspicious."

He quickly added another sentence: "No offense, no offense!"

Yue Lin took a deep look at him.

The boss suddenly blushed with embarrassment and was at a loss.

In his life, he respected destiny and believed in ghosts and gods. The only immoral thing he did was when he was crazy about money and cursed desperately at a corpse in a coffin. If given the chance, he would definitely want to make it up.

Yue Lin said, "Thank you."

He walked to the center of the magic circle, and sure enough, after wearing the skin of a Taoist priest, everything seemed reasonable.He half-covered his face with a veil, and the relatives of the deceased did not dare to ask, for fear of violating taboos, they asked in a low voice, "Taoist?"

Yue Lin lowered his voice: "It's okay, put a lock on the young master, so as not to be bullied by ghosts in the underworld."

This is the jargon he made up, and the others didn't dare to speak, so they nodded and continued chatting.

Yue Lin finally walked upright in front of the deceased. He lifted off the cloth covering the corpse, revealing a pale corpse, well groomed, wearing a cloth cap, holding a cloth in his mouth, holding a paper gray money bag, wearing seven layers of clothes. Shroud, eyes closed.

If it wasn't for the pale complexion, it would have been like falling asleep.

Yue Lin put his hand behind his neck and poked his fingers for a moment.

That's right, there is a tooth mark that has been bitten.

Similar to the wound that bit him that day.

Yue Lin continued to grope, said "offended" in his heart, and untied the shroud, revealing his pale skin.

When he turned his body slightly, his fingers suddenly paused.

A pitch-black charm with three hooks and a scarlet center.

Yue Lin said in his heart: It's not good.

Although this is not exactly the same as the puppet curse imprint on Chu Han's neck, most of the shapes are similar, and it is obviously an unfinished puppet curse.

Yue Lin put the shroud on the corpse calmly, said: "It's over." He put the cloth back on his face and walked towards Chu Hanjin.

Coming from a distance, Chu Hanjin saw his serious face and asked, "Is there a clue?"

Yue Lin nodded.

Outside the crowd, a pair of Tsing Yi stood swayingly, holding a folding fan in his hand.

The crowd was mixed, and he didn't know how long he had been watching it.

Not long after seeing Chu Hanjin and Yue Lin, he smiled.

Immediately, his gaze turned to Yue Lin, and he said, "Brother Nine?"