Silver Moon, Buddha Chanting, Old Temple.

On the doors and windows of the vermilion hall, the miserable white faces were stuck to the door.

The huge white tiger exuded a rich and unpredictable mysterious aura, which made the little monk's eyes gradually empty.

His pupils gradually turned gray, and he lost consciousness.

A faint soul emerged from his heavenly spirit.

The face of the soul that emerged was full of horror, and he looked at the huge white tiger in front of him, and his heart was like an unstoppable tide of panic and fear.

The white tiger's face was indifferent, and it glanced at it lightly.

The soul of the little monk was immediately shattered.

It's like smoke, and it turns into thousands of pieces.

It's a soul-selling.

Of course, the disappearance of the soul does not mean that it has completely disappeared between heaven and earth, as the monk said.

If you want a person to completely disappear between heaven and earth, it is equivalent to seizing the way of heaven.

After all, all living beings in the world belong to the Heavenly Dao.

Even an ant belongs to the Heavenly Dao, let alone a human?

If you want a person to disappear completely, you need to be annihilated. To do this, even immortals will spend a lot of effort.

And the ordinary soul is scattered, and it only grinds the three souls.

In this case, the soul cannot be reincarnated, and after entering the netherworld, it will be taken into the depths of the Yellow Spring by the River of Afterlife, immersed in the long river of time and slowly repaired. Tens of thousands of years later, there is still a chance to recover and re-enter reincarnation.

And at this moment, the white tiger looked at the empty skin of the little monk, and his body suddenly turned into a puff of green smoke.

The smoke flowed down the nostrils of the little monk and all entered his body.

In a moment, the gray pupils were full of energy again.

It's just that the little monk who originally had an ordinary temperament is like a king commanding thousands of miles of rivers at this moment, full of magnificent and majestic bearing.

He turned, flicking his fingers—

A hair-thin wind slid gently across the door.

Smack!

With a crisp sound, the huge copper lock was directly cut in half.

In this gust of wind, the power was almost condensed to the extreme.

The vermilion gate was blown open by a gust of wind.

The frightened-looking girl hugged her knees and curled up under the huge Buddha statue.

And around her, there were countless ghosts with pale faces, dressed in white, and holding black mourning sticks.

The little monk slowly walked into the main hall.

Countless ghosts knelt down.

Squeak –

Boom!

There was a muffled sound.

The doors and windows of the main hall were all closed, as if the moonlight had been diluted, and the light in the entire hall was blurred.

The girl shook in the dark, her voice soft with a hint of fear: "Who?"

"It's me. ”

The little monk's voice came, but the girl sounded a little strange.

Because the little monk's voice has a little more submissive magnetism than usual, but it is indeed his voice.

Under the dim moonlight, the girl saw the outline of the little monk, rushed up, hugged him tightly and said, "Ghost!"

"There are ghosts here!"

Feeling the softness in his arms, the little monk said gently: "Be good, don't be afraid." ”

"If there are any ghosts, they are all souls who have come to listen to the Buddha's recitation and repentance. ”

The little monk's voice made the girl inexplicably calm, but she couldn't see that the little monk's indifferent and calm eyes were as deep as a cold pool.

"Huh?"

"What do you do?"

Suddenly, the little monk's hand suddenly reached into the girl's neckline.

"Shhhh

The little monk bowed his head slightly, and looked at the delicate girl's eyes.

"Obedient. ”

"Buddha...... I like to be obedient the most. ”

The girl's mouth opened slightly, and her pupils suddenly turned gray.

She nodded dumbly, and leaned softly into the little monk's arms.

The little monk's increasingly cold hands stripped the girl's clothes off.

The girl's warm carcass is as white as a lamb.

Under the shroud of the robe, the little monk embraced the girl into his arms.

Sui Shan was silent.

Under the moonlit night, dozens of ghosts knelt on their heads.

Under the big Buddha statue, the night is tactful, charming and thin.

......

Early the next morning, Qiu Yunji, who came to unlock the lock, found that something was wrong!

Under the copper lock on the ground, the door of the main hall is opened!

Rushing in, a naked girl was unconscious on top of the thin ball, and in front of her was the body of a little monk whose body had been stiffened.

On the same day, Sui Mountain was closed.

Qiu Yunji carefully checked the formation and found that the seal had not been broken.

In other words, the white tiger itself did not come out.

The situation of the two may be related to ghosts.

It's just that the girl is unconscious, and she can't know the truth herself.

I can only guess that it was two young people who were bold and reckless, and they were killed by ghosts in the main hall.

On the same day, Qiu Yunji could only send the girl to the hospital for treatment.

After that, the entire Sui Mountain temple was blessed with the formation, and it was activated at night.

When the girl woke up, she had no memory of that night.

After his father found out, he came to Suishan to ask for an explanation, which was solved by Qiu Yunji with money.

The poverty of the White Camel Temple is relative.

If it is compared with the world, it is that several great families are not comparable.

It's just that Qiu Yunji felt strange about this matter.

Ghost ......

Why didn't you kill that girl?

Why didn't they eat both?

The ghosts of the White Camel Temple inherited the ferocity of the white tiger, they devoured the flesh and blood of living people and devoured the souls of living people.

There was no reason for them to spare the delicious flesh of the boy and girl.

What's more, the girl was not injured.

Until midnight one day, Qiu Yunji pinched the rune paper, chanted Buddhist scriptures, and entered the main hall.

Under the gaze of the Buddha statue in the center of the main hall, all the ghosts seem to be forced to chant Buddhist scriptures.

Their mouths are full of compassion, but their eyes are full of resentment carved into their bones.

Qiu Yunji knew that it was already the kindness of the ancestor to be able to make this group of powerful ghosts recite scriptures.

Letting a ghost recite a sutra is like letting a wolf eat grass.

Master Zu did this by relying on personal force and compiled scriptures.

The sealed white tiger would have been chaotic through ghosts, but after this hand, it completely lost all its minions.

The town guard behind the White Camel Temple was also completely relaxed.

And that day, Qiu Yunji saw the little monk among the ghosts.

His heart trembled!

It's the White Tiger who makes a move!

Only those who die at the hands of the White Tiger will become ghosts!

It's just that...... If Qiu Yunji was only shocked when he saw the little monk, but when he saw the girl, the whole person was enveloped in great fear.

Girlish...... He also became a ghost.

This means that she was dead at that time!

But although he didn't check it, his soul power clearly sensed the vitality in her.

Wait a minute!?

Life!

Qiu Yunji panicked.

Naked Teenage ...... Dead Teenage Girl......

It also has a sense of life......

Infant!

She...... Pregnant!

At midnight that day, Qiu Yunji immediately found the rich merchant's home alone.

It's just that...... He was a step too late.

After entering the closed door of the house, there was blood everywhere.

All the servants in the girl's house were killed, and their internal organs were eaten clean.

In the girl's boudoir was her father, who had only half of his head left after being gnawed.

She wasn't the girl anymore.

It is a murderous ghost with the blood of a white tiger.

But because of the formation of the White Camel Temple, the ghosts who leave will definitely die!

It doesn't live more than a few days!

But Qiu Yunji just didn't find a clue.

Until this year, a person in an underground boxing stadium said that a rookie was wearing a strange Buddhist card, although his cultivation was not high, but his fighting style was ruthless.

Listening to the shape of the Buddha card, he immediately realized that it was the Buddha card of his White Camel Temple!

That rookie...... Probably the person you're looking for!

It's just that when he found the underground boxing ring, the people there said that the rookie had been bought by the Su family in Liangzhou.

At that time, I still had the task of sewing souls, and I was not in a hurry after knowing the whereabouts of the young man. He went to the Divine Pavilion to sew the soul first, and when he went back later, he learned that the Liangzhou branch had been controlled by the Chang'an Su family.

Through the investigation in the past few days, Qiu Yunji determined the identity of the young man.

Obviously, Yi Tianqing also knew about the incident seventeen years ago, and after listening to Qiu Yunji's words at this moment, his face also changed, and he said, "Who is it?"

Qiu Yunji slowly spoke: "Su Sui." ”