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Although Xie Wuyan held his hand, Zhu Quanze still couldn't calm down.He poked Xie Wuyan's back with his index finger from behind, and reminded in a low voice: "Boss, there is a ghost..."

Xie Wuyan shook his head and comforted softly: "Don't be afraid."

He didn't feel the slightest ghost aura, and in this world, no ghost could hide in front of him.

Xie Wuyan ignored that face, and directly took out a charm with ingots drawn on it from his pocket, pinched it with his right hand, and the charm burned "噗".Xie Wuyan let go of his hand lightly, and the amulet turned into fine black ashes in the air, floating over the grave.

This breath is to burn several million yuan treasures for the old grandma.

Immediately afterwards, the grimace disappeared out of thin air, and the weeping branches of the elm tree were empty, leaving only the sleepless wind at night.

Zhu Quanze whispered again: "Then, is that the ghost of the old lady?"

He suddenly had a thought: "It's it's whole face is red and full of wrinkles! If this is the appearance of death, is the old lady poisoned to death? So you want to wait for an opportunity to take revenge?"

Xie Wuyan looked back at Zhu Quanze, and explained: "It's not a ghost. That face is just an illusion, and the original owner is not here."

"Then what is the original owner?!" Zhu Quanze was terrified.

Xie Wuyan took out another square piece of white paper, quickly folded it into a paper crane, and placed it on the grave of the old lady: "Just wait and see. It's too late tonight, let's go first. There are no ghosts here."

It turned out that the paper crane was equivalent to a camera, which could record everything that happened in front of the grave.

Only then did Zizhen poke his head out from behind Zhu Quanze tremblingly: "Xie Tianshi, do you have a lot of paper with you?"

Dao Xiu likes to ask Ghost Xiu a question.

Xie Wuyan got up and glanced at him calmly: "Why, don't you bring paper with you when you go out?"

Zizhen: "..."

Xie Wuyan took the lead and turned around: "Let's go."

The two useless soy sauce bottles had just broken out in a cold sweat from the fright, but now they were blown by the mountain wind again, the water vapor evaporated, and their bodies became colder and colder.Xie Wuyan took Zhu Quanze's hand and walked ahead, Zizhen wiped his forehead, and followed in a staggered manner, trotting and shouting: "Hey, walk slowly. Quanze, why don't you pull me too!"

Before Zhu Quanze spoke, Xie Wuyan coldly refused: "No."

Zizhen: "..."

The group returned to Jiugao Town, Zizhen returned to the Taoist reception at the foot of the mountain, and Zhu Quanze and Xie Wuyan returned to the small pharmacy together.

It was approaching midnight, but Zhu Quanze didn't feel sleepy at all.He opened and closed his eyes, and his retinas were filled with that weird red face.Moreover, as soon as he thought of that face, he would uncontrollably think of the red-haired monster lying behind his grandfather's head in his dream that day, perhaps because the head shapes of the two things were somewhat similar, or it might be because they had the same body. kind of blood red.But Zhu Quanze knew well that the two were not the same kind of monster, because the monster in the dream had one eye, but this time there were two eyes on his face.

But this idea was very scary, Zhu Quanze took a long time to take a shower, and didn't go back to his room to sleep.

Xie Wuyan had already sat cross-legged on the coffin, ready to fall into meditation routinely, but saw Zhu Quanze wandering downstairs in pajamas, so he turned his head and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Zhu Quanze curled his lips: "I can't sleep." Then he threw a pitiful little look at Xie Wuyan.

Xie Wuyan laughed: "...What are you implying?"

"You're overthinking." Zhu Quanze was embarrassed to admit it, but suddenly he became courageous and turned his head to go upstairs.

Xie Wuyan got up and followed.

Zhu Quanze stood still at his door and turned around, pulling him back: "What are you doing?"

There was a slight smile in Xie Wuyan's eyes: "Aren't you unable to sleep? I'm afraid you will have nightmares, so let me put a spell on you."

Zhu Quanze thought it was a good idea, so he let the man into the room and obediently climbed onto the bed.

Xie Wuyan sat down on his bedside, and tapped the bedside table with his index finger: "Turn up your clothes, this curse will be drawn on your body."

Zhu Quanze frowned suspiciously: "Where is the painting?"

Xie Wuyan glanced at Zhu Quanze's exposed collarbone, then wandered to his lower waist, and scratched it lightly: "It's here." There was a seven-point smile and three-point frivolity in his tone.

Zhu Quanze was ticklish, so he quickly rolled on the bed wrapped in a towel and blanket, away from Xie Wuyan.He smiled and scolded: "You lied to me again!" Zhu Quanze remembered that his grandfather said that only those particularly powerful amulets were painted on his body.It's just a heart-purifying mantra, so it doesn't take so much effort.

Obviously this person's motives are not pure.

Xie Wuyan pretended to be dissatisfied: "You are all stripped off and let that old man of Heming Mountain ruin you, why can't you let me paint?"

"Damn, what are you talking about!" Zhu Quanze estimated that Master Zizhen would be so angry that he would suffer from high blood pressure, and spat, "The one he drew is a life-saving talisman!"

"Okay, okay, don't move." Xie Wuyan couldn't hold back the smile on his face, and pressed him on the bed, "I won't tease you."

He leaned over slightly, just tapped a few times on both sides of the person's temples, and silently recited a mantra, and Zhu Quanze fell into a drowsy sleep.

I don't know when it started, but it began to rain outside.The rain is pattering on the ground, adding a touch of coolness and openness to the autumn night.Xie Wuyan turned off the lights, got up, added another blanket for Zhu Quanze, turned and went out.

Sure enough, a peaceful night without dreams.

......

Another day later, Xie Wuyan greeted Zhu Quanze and Zizhen, saying that the prey had finally taken the bait.

Xie Wuyan opened a piece of white paper, and through the picture on the paper, everyone can see the scene of the old grandmother's grave.Zhu Quanze thought to himself, this paper crane is simply more useful than a surveillance camera—because it can fly—it is simply a drone version of a surveillance camera.

Zizhen was also amazed at Guixiu's tricks, and deeply felt that he might have entered the wrong profession back then.

On paper, there was a commotion in the woods, and a monkey ran out.Red-faced, bald, and covered with long brown hair, except for the head, the rest of the hair is impressive.The shape of the monkey's hands and feet is quite similar to that of a human being. It was seen that he held a few fresh fruits and a bunch of flowers in his arms and placed them in front of the old grandmother's grave.

Then, as soon as the monkey raised his head, his face met the paper crane, and the whole picture became his big face.

"That's it!" Zhu Quanze cried out, pointing at the paper, "The face I saw in the elm tree that day—it's this thing!"

Zizhen said that the local people call this kind of monkey "Fengshan monkey", because it is recorded in the Zhongshan Jing of "Shan Hai Jing" that in a place called "Fengshan", there lived a red-faced and yellow-bodied ape.But if you want to classify it more scientifically, this monkey is a sub-branch of the genus Vulpes in the family Monacidae [1]. Everyone knows that there are Heming Mountains, but few people have seen them.

The monkey was obviously curious about the paper crane, and reached out to grab it.

The moment his hand touched the paper crane, Xie Wuyan remotely manipulated his spell, turning it into a spirit-binding lock instantly, entangled the monkey's limbs.

The prey was caught, and the three immediately went up the mountain.

When the three of them reached the grave, the monkey that fell into the trap was still struggling to roll around on the ground, squeaking.Zizhen was thinking about what spell to use to force the monkey to speak, Zhu Quanze kindly handed over a banana, and the big brown hair obediently recruited everything.

That night, Zhu Quanze felt that the blood-red monkey face was really scary, but now in broad daylight, the thick hair on the Fengshan monkey's body was in stark contrast to the bald head. cute up.

It turned out that the monkey had only been cultivated for a few decades, and it was not as good as the little squirrel who had been single for 300 years.Therefore, he can only pretend to be a ghost and kill small animals. It is still a little more difficult to kill.He did have a lot of resentment towards Jin Yunlong, the director of Yueya Group, and kept staring at him, but he was not that capable of manipulating the car accident.

To put it bluntly, it's just a little thing that can only play tricks.

It turned out that when Fengshan monkey was young, he liked to go to the village to pick up leftovers to eat, but because of his strange appearance and a little scary, he was often bullied and driven away by the children in the village.They would club him, stone him, pour dirty water on him...

Once, the Fengshan monkey was really injured.

However, the old grandma saved him.The grandma at that time was not a grandma, but a younger aunt.The aunt's children are not around, she is very kind to the monkey, not only treating his wounds, but also feeding him.

Therefore, the monkey often went to his aunt's place to beg for food. In return, he would bring her some wild game from the mountains every time he went.After coming and going, the habit has been preserved for many years.

Later, the people in the village gradually left, the aunts became grandmas, and there were fewer and fewer houses...but as long as the grandmas were still in the village, the monkeys would come over every week.

Until the last time, when he went to find his grandma, he found someone in her house.The monkey was just hiding outside the window, peeping in, and saw that the two got into some kind of argument, and then the man picked up a brick and threw it on Grandma's head.

The old grandma passed away, and it was said that she was old and had a stroke.

Then, the last house in the village also collapsed amid the sound of explosions, and a small dirt bag quietly appeared at the entrance of the village.This movement and stillness brought an end to this backward village and the long memory of the monkey.

The monkey was surprisingly angry, but he couldn't express it. Maybe it was through a little bit of anger that he accidentally cultivated the demon pill.

Then, more and more people went up the mountain, bringing huge and terrifying machines, making noise everywhere.Trees fell one by one, and new houses stood up one after another. Behind all this, the living space of large animals in the mountains and forests became narrower and narrower, the water source became dirtier, and the food chain began to appear one after another. A long strip of dominoes is about to collapse.

Life was tough.

The monkey tried everything in its power to drive them away, but was unsuccessful.Until that day when Boss Jin inspected the scene, the monkey heard that he was in charge of all this, so he began to curse him to explode on the spot.

Perhaps his curse really had some effect, Jin Yunlong didn't explode, but the big truck on the high speed suddenly blew out, lost control, crushed the co-pilot of the vehicle on the left, and just happened to kill Jin Yunlong.

But Jin Yunlong's death seems to be useless, the trees are still being felled, and the garbage is still piled up in mountains...

After the monkey finished telling the story with a dejected face, he brushed off the brown hair on his legs to show everyone: "The environment is getting worse and worse, and I have a sore here. Many of my friends have grown it..."

Facing Jin Yunlong's 30 people, the three people immediately looked at each other in blank dismay, and suddenly wanted to scold human beings for being a fucking thing.

There must be an explanation from the client, but it seems that the monkey can't sit idly by here, so what should we do?