One hundred and eighty-five chapters of autopsy

Shi Yiguang ran away, leaving the monk for seven or eight meters before he stopped and shouted viciously: "You are not a living person, you are a ghost, you are lying to me, you want to poison me, that thing can't be eaten!"

Contemplating Arhat's face was still calm, and he asked calmly: "Why did the female benefactor say this? As a monk, a poor monk should abide by eight precepts, one of which is not to kill, and the other is not to speak, how can a poor monk be a ghost?"

"If you still pretend, you will be dead a long time ago!" Shi Yiguang said with a trill, and pointed at the monk with his finger: "I have seen your corpse just now, the second skeleton over there, he is holding the same handprint as you!"

"You have long since died, and the pelvic bones of your corpse were still engraved by the ministers of the Great Sui Dynasty. Shi Yiguang forcibly calmed himself, pretended to have a fierce expression, bared his teeth, and stared at the contemplative Arhat viciously: "Let me tell you, I am super powerful, I advise you to run away quickly, otherwise I will beat you to death again!"

"My corpse?" The contemplative monk's expression changed for the first time, very surprised, but then returned to normal, and said softly: "Xu is the female benefactor is frightened, the grass and trees are soldiers, and my Buddha created the five seals of Shakya, which are divided into the Dharma seal, the fearless seal, the wish seal, the demon subduing seal, and the meditation seal. The rest of the seals have changed in thousands of ways, all of which are made by these five seals, and the poor monks pinch the meditation seals, which are peaceful with meditation, and the handprints of those who are similar to them are counted by thousands. ”

"What a coincidence!" the contemplative Arhat explained slowly.

"Coincidence?" Shi Yiguang was stunned for a moment, but turned his head to look at the skeleton with his hands not far away, and then recalled the gesture of contemplating Arhat just now, and shook his head vigorously: "I don't believe it, I don't believe it, you stay away from me, otherwise I will do it, and I will beat you to a soul!"

When the contemplative Arhat saw the Heavenly Machine Dice and recognized that the Heavenly Machine Dice were not ordinary objects, he was a little moved, and the steps that he had originally planned to carry out shrank back, as if he was really a little afraid of the alchemy weapon.

"You really lied to me!" Shi Yiguang watched the contemplative Arhat's every move, and was even more sure that this guy had died a long time ago, and now he was a ghost.

The so-called ghosts are the souls of people who are eaten by tigers, and these spirits will be detained by tigers as ghost servants, and enslaved by tigers to transform into living people, to deceive other living people to go to the tiger's cave and be devoured by tigers.

This is where the idiom "tiger comes from".

"Let me tell you, I'm very powerful, and I'm very bad, and I kill people without blinking!" Shi Yiguang grabbed the heavenly dice, as if he was holding a grenade, and he was about to throw it out.

"The female donor doesn't believe in the poor monk, no matter how much the poor monk explains, it's always illusory!" The contemplative Arhat's face was calm, and he didn't intend to force Shi Yiguang: "The female donor is at her own convenience, if she wants to leave this ship, the poor monk will naturally guide the donor again." ”

After speaking, the contemplative monk took two steps back, sat cross-legged on the edge of the stone platform under the female corpse in the middle, clasped his hands, and began to meditate and meditate on the Dharma.

This monk was not annoyed and ashamed when it was exposed, but his compassionate and tolerant appearance made Shi Yiguang muttered a little in his heart, is it really her villain's heart that has taken the belly of a gentleman! Such a clean, good-looking and merciful monk has nothing to do with ghosts.

Shi Yiguang couldn't distinguish between good and evil of the monk for the time being, so he thought about whether to go back to the deck, first make a wave of obscenity, and then come down after sorting out his thoughts and thinking of a solution, but at this moment, a sound suddenly came from her ears.

"Girl, do you have a relationship with my descendant of the Great Sui royal family?" This is a very old voice, a little weak, but there is a sense of non-anger and self-authority in the tone, which is even more imposing than the old directors of the academy.

The owner of this old voice is clearly an existence that has been in a high position all the year round, and among the kind of humans that Shi Yiguang has seen, only the momentum of those two sequence school directors can be compared.

Shi Yiguang shuddered suddenly, and subconsciously turned his head to look around.

"Girl, don't move, you will be discovered by the contemplative monk, you can pretend to be nothing. The old voice sounded again: "If you want to communicate with the old man, just recite it silently, don't say it out loud!"

Shi Yiguang didn't know where this old man came from, but she subconsciously obeyed obediently, honestly didn't turn her head to look around, just glanced around with the corner of her eyes, and at the same time silently said in her mouth: "Grandpa, who are you?"

"Girl, some time ago, didn't you still shout at the old man to save you, but now the old man has appeared, but you don't know you anymore. The old voice continued to sound in Shi Yiguang's ears.

"???" Shi Yi's head was dizzy, when did she shout that this old man came to save her?

However, when she recalled a series of things just now, she immediately remembered that she was so frightened just now that she was so frightened that she was speechless, and she was indeed talking nonsense about a lot of things, such as saying that the captain was the royal family of the Sui Dynasty and begging the Great Sui Xiangshi to save her.

Da Sui Xiangshi, this old man is Da Sui Xiangshi, the skeleton man wearing a Tai Chi gossip robe, Shi Yiguang instantly guessed the identity of this old man.

"Are you a ghost?" Shi Yiguang asked in a low voice.

"Shengshi Dasui, a very distant memory, I can barely remember it clearly. The old voice first sighed, and then said: "It's not that the spirits that are separated from the body are ghosts, in addition, there are also heroic spirits, gods, and primordial gods......

The old man's implication was that he was not a ghost, he was a heroic spirit or a primordial god or something like that, and Shi Yiguang's fear went a few points.

After being silent for a while, the old voice continued to ask: "Girl, if the old man remembers well, you said before that you have a relationship with my descendant of the Great Sui royal family? ”

Shi Yiguang is embarrassed, she is making it up, where do you know the descendants of the Great Sui royal family, let her talk about the details, what details?

Shi Yiguang was hesitant, and he didn't know where to start.

"Girl. The old man's voice sounded again.

"Oh, don't worry, don't worry, I'll sort it out, sort it out. Shi Yiguang whispered back, but he was muttering in his heart, you wait, wait for the good story I made up to lie to you.

After grinding for a long time, Shi Yiguang held back two sentences: "He is my captain, very powerful, very powerful." ”

"How powerful?" the old voice continued.

"It's very powerful, very powerful, with a particularly powerful Mo knife. Shi Yiguang understood the truth that if he said too much, he would lose, pretending to be confused and pretending to be stupid.

"But you have outstanding talents!" the old voice still asked.

"It's good-looking, it's very good-looking, it's even better than Pan An!" Shi Yiguang continued to pretend to be stupid.

"Compared with Pan Jun, it is not a loss to the immortal posture of my Great Sui royal family!" The old man's voice was slightly pleased: "Girl, the old man has not been around for a long time, and I have some cause and effect between you and me, and guide you to a way of life." ”

"Hmm!" Shi Yiguang was overjoyed when he heard this, and couldn't help but turn his head to find the source of the old man's voice.

"Don't move, you leak the old man's traces!" The old man's voice suddenly became a little serious, so frightened that Shi Yiguang hurriedly didn't move.

"The old man is not a saint who lives for the common people, let alone a monk with false compassion, there are conditions for helping you leave this ship, if you don't agree, you will die on this ship, and let the old man and the ghost be more companions. ”

"Conditions?" Shi Yiguang was stunned for a moment, but then immediately lowered his head and whispered: "You said, if you can do it, I will definitely agree." ”

"It's not a matter of picking the stars and fishing for the moon, as long as you take the remains of the old man and send them to the White Tiger Gate of Chang'an City and bury them in a place three feet under the door. The old man left home at the age of fifteen, wandered from place to place, nearly a thousand years, and now his only wish is to return to his hometown. ”

"It's so simple?" Shi Yiguang was stunned for a moment, and then quickly agreed: "Uh-huh, I agree, I will definitely send your bones back." ”

"Good, good!" said the old man's voice three times in succession, and then said, "The old man will teach you how to trap the ghosts and how to leave this boat." ”

"Uh-huh. Shi Yiguang nodded secretly.

"As you might have guessed, the contemplative monk is a ghost!" said the old man's voice, "Before the old man fell into this boat, the contemplative monk had already died here, and turned into a ghost in this boat, luring those who had strayed into the ghost boat to devour the corpse fruit and turn into a new ghost." ”

Shi Yiguang secretly shouted Sure enough, and then looked up at the contemplative monk, and suddenly didn't think that this guy was good-looking, but vaguely felt that he was a little gloomy in the shadows, and there was also a faint bit of poison in the gentle expression.

Shi Yiguang secretly gave himself a thumbs up, contemplating that the monk was so well disguised, she still saw it: "Sure enough, I am still a witty group." ”

But then again, Shi Yiguang was curious: "What is the autopsy fruit?"

"The poisonous evil that grows in the belly of a woman's corpse. The old voice explained.

Shi Yiguang looked ahead, and immediately knew what the so-called autopsy fruit was, it was the mycelium fruit on the stomach of the female corpse on the stone platform, and the fruit that the monk had tricked her into eating before was really poisonous.

Fortunately, I didn't eat it, fortunately I didn't eat it, Shi Yiguang shouted for his life.