Villain Boss Raiders [Transmigration Book]

"Eminent Monk, you are finally here." Lin Butler got up and rushed to the door with a happy face.

Ye Fei and Meng Cang turned their heads at the same time, and saw a monk wearing a snow-white monk robe and holding a blood-red rosary, stepping into the threshold, and suddenly standing behind everyone like a shadow.

Meng Cang had just met this handsome monk the day before.

It's not friendly at all.

This monk seemed to have never crouched down to attack Meng Cang, his eyes were straight ahead, without looking away, he went straight to Butler Lin, bent down and clasped his hands together: "Benefactor Lin."

There are rumors of Buddhist practice all over the world of Fu Lin, although the number is small, it is not uncommon.

Steward Lin was in tears, staggered, and threw himself at the monk's feet: "Master Jingsha, you want to avenge my wife. She has accumulated virtue and done good deeds all her life, and has never done anything evil. She was found dead in her room this morning. That kid is the most suspect!"

A finger resolutely pointed at Zhong Bieli, covered with crumpled old skin.

Jingsha helped Steward Lin up, and comforted him: "Good and evil have reincarnation."

He looked at Ye Fei on the other side: "Little benefactor, if you have no objections, the poor monk will first recite scriptures for your wife."

Recite it, whatever you recite, it will not pass into the world of desire.

Ye Fai followed the old boa constrictor for several days, and naturally knew this monk who had some friendship with her.

It's just different from demon cultivators with superficial spells and simple goals. This monk is full of evil, but he can't find a trace of monster or ghost. Give way.

This kind of situation only appeared when he was trying to calculate Meng Cang's fate in this life.

Ye Fei asked Tiandao, what's the matter, he is the number one villain, but he can't calculate the fate of a cannon fodder monk?

Tiandao replied to him at that time: "It's very important, cover it yourself. 】

Core meaning: This is not caused by it, don't look for it to solve it, the law of heaven complied with the requirements to block the number of people's lives, there are naturally important and reasonable reasons.

So now, Ye Fai can only feel a disturbing irritability.

In a good game of chess, suddenly there is an uncontrolled chess piece...

Ye Peng opened his pale lips, lowered his eyes, and covered half of his cheeks with the slightly scattered hair on his forehead: "Thank you... Thank you Master Jingsha."

The monk closed his eyes: "Life and death are life and death, the benefactor is mourning."

Ye Fei: "The master said so."

Take advantage of the chaos and pretend to be persuaded by the monk, so as to save some energy for crying.

Meng Cang asked Lin Butler: "I have heard about the killing of Master at the foot of the mountain, but is it true?"

Lin Butler: "There are many deeds of eminent monks. I don't know which one you are referring to?"

Meng Cang: "Draw a talisman to protect the body and send people safe."

Lin Butler took out a paper talisman from his arms, the pattern on it was similar to the one on the door of the Fengyue Building's strict accounting room at the foot of the mountain: "This is what you mean?"

Meng Cang: "I've seen people use it before, so I'm curious to ask."

Lin Butler couldn't help raising his voice, and began to count the wonderful things that Monk Jingsha showed. At the end, he looked at Meng Cang with regret: "Mr. Doing good deeds, helping others on a daily basis, and being able to tell the difference, can go a step further.”

Meng Cang nodded: "Meng is indeed too late to scare and kill Master."

The ears of the white-robed monk next to him, hidden under his hair, moved slightly, and his gaze on Meng Cang was even darker and unpredictable.

The two looked at each other, as if they were meeting for the first time, but Meng Cang twitched the corners of his lips first, showing a kind smile.

The monk kept silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

Butler Lin was worried about the murderer, and began to beg the monk to deal with Zhong Bieli first: "The mourning hall, this old slave has already ordered his servants to arrange it. This kid is quite capable. With the fairy treasure left by the master, I'm afraid he can't be trapped forever. Do you want to affix a certain amulet to him again?"

The monk said: "No need."

With the hand that was wearing the rosary, he pressed Zhong Bieli's neck in emptiness. Not long after, he saw Zhong Bieli staring at him with an expression of disbelief, his legs and feet were weak and he fell down.

The monk recited "Amitabha" and said to Steward Lin, "Take him down."

Still smiling, Meng Cang moved out of the way, and when the servants passed by him, he gently stroked Zhong Bieli with his middle finger on the body they were carrying.

In a blink of an eye, the color of the indentation deepened to black and purple, and then turned into a small insect crawling around. If you look carefully, the limbs of the insect are all patterns of runes in ancient books.

Meng Cang secretly left a tracking talisman before turning to look at Butler Lin.

Mrs. Ye died in her own bedroom, the door of this place must be sealed first to prevent others from entering and leaving.

Butler Lin had previously ordered his wife to be stuffed into the coffin, and then he bought artifacts to clean the main hall and set it up as a mourning hall. Now, leaning on his crutches, he directed the servants in black to place his wife's coffin in the center of the mourning hall.

"Be careful, you've disturbed Madam, all get out!"

Lin Butler was afraid that his subordinates would be rude, bumped into each other, tilted the coffin, and went to the battle by himself, and called Ye Wei: "Young Master, take another look at Madam... This is the last time..."

Ye Fei had no choice but to continue to press his red eyes, and stood aside sadly.

Lin Butler couldn't help but shed a few lines of old muddy tears again, his white hair was thin and hard to comb with a hairpin, after this, the end of life was approaching, and his life was not long.

The mourning hall is set up.

Monk Jingsha sat on the gray futon specially prepared for him, closed his eyes, kept reciting scriptures silently, and beat the black lacquered fish in front of him.

A snow-white monk's robe, against the yellow chrysanthemums on the table, people can't help but think of the long peak with dark clouds, and the bamboo lattice with clear snow.

The day was replaced by night, there was no moon in the sky, and the stars were hidden behind the dark clouds.

An empty futon was left in the mourning hall, and the person sitting on it left at some unknown time.

Perhaps, did not leave.

Meng Cang stepped into the mourning hall and quietly stood beside Ye Fai.

The little boy rubbed his sleepy eyes, pulled himself together, and looked at the person who came: "Uncle Meng, why... are you here?"

In the middle of speaking, Ye Fei pointed at another person in the mourning hall, Lin Butler who was already tottering to sleep, smiled apologetically, and lowered his voice.

Meng Cang put his left hand behind his back, and the sleepy bug he just caught in his sleeve flew out of his sleeve after playing its role.

"Come and see you."

Ye Fei stood guard for Mrs. Ye tonight, his knees were so sore, and he wanted to stand up, but he couldn't straighten his waist, his body was so useless, facing Meng Cang, his stomach even started to growl.

Mr. Boss has never been so embarrassed.

Poor cannon fodder body, don't beg you to have the capital of sex, give me some money, won't you?

Ye Fei hurriedly covered his stomach, but saw Meng Cang take out two blue-red fruits from his sleeve.

He was overjoyed and snatched it over: "Master, I love you!"

Meng Cang: "..."

Meng Cang went back and forth in his mind, and finally said with difficulty: "Eat."

Speaking wild words just for the sake of a fruit... Today... Today, it is not appropriate to preach.

Meng Cang looked at his nephew gobbling it up, wishing he could eat even the fruit core, he never forgot that this was the day when his mother passed away, so he forcibly held back the words he was about to blurt.

The future is long, don't worry.

The author has something to say:

The second update is still coded~

Let me tell you, this book is really sweet and not deceptive.

No Responsibility Small Theater:

Meng Cang:

The nephew is like this, it must be because he is neglected to take care of him on weekdays, I need to watch more.

later……

Ling Yiqing hit the last floor of the Demon Realm according to the script, and all the demon kings in the Temple of Ten Thousand Demons were overjoyed and came to greet him—all holding bowls the size of a washbasin in their hands.

Ling Yiqing: "What magic weapon is this?"

Demon Lords: "Return to Your Majesty, this is a bowl that can hold a lot of food."

Ling Yiqing: "..."

Demon Lords: "Your Majesty, when will you cook?"

Ling Yiqing: "I never cook, but I can make alchemy, do you want it?"

The demon kings were immediately disappointed and dispersed one after another. Ling Yiqing was very embarrassed, and grabbed the one who had the closest relationship with him: "Could it be that I was very good at cooking in my previous life?"

The Demon Monarch said: "Of course, every time we cook, in order to grab the leftover food, the Wanmo Palace fights more fiercely than during the war between gods and demons."

Ling Yiqing: "Aren't pills more precious than food?"

The Demon Lord looked at him sympathetically: "That's not an ordinary food, it's an excellent tonic created by Emperor Meng, which is delicious and can improve the qualifications of the demon soul. The brothers in the Temple of Ten Thousand Demons are all scrambling for it, at least eat it." Once, only you, no choice but to miss it."

Ling Yiqing was in a daze, and took a rare book handed over by the Demon Lord, the title of which was:

"Crossflow Cookbook"

On the first page of the opening chapter, a line of fine print:

I'm not good at cooking. I cook a lot for my evil god, so I have so-called cooking skills.