Wearing a hat and holding a Zen staff in his hand, this dress is mysterious enough to make people unable to see his face, but Leng Junling in the gourd rolled his eyes when he saw it, there was not even a ghost at night, who was dressed like this by this wild monk, and he was not a seventeen or eighteen girl, and there was a circle of tulle around the pocket, so he didn't think he would block his sight at night, and he was really a nervous disorder.

The wild monk can see it, since the last time it was just someone working and tired people, the female ghost of his own family looked at himself as all kinds of unpleasant, and he was a gentle little lady before receiving it, it seems that he is still too naïve, and he is going to be scattered, and the gentle little lady who comes there will pretend to be gentle but irritable female ghosts are almost the same.

was despised by Leng Junling at the moment, and the wild monk was not angry, and said with a smile: "Siniang, Siniang, you really don't understand people's hearts, and you are still a woman." ”

"What's the matter, my female ghost doesn't understand women's hearts, but you, a monk, can't understand it?"

"That is, I've been out of the mountain for more than ten years, and I've never seen anything across the country, and your little girl still can't compare to my knowledge. ”

The shameless first praised himself, and the monk continued: "Don't you also see Miss Zhao's courtyard, the resentment is full of yin anger, that evil is definitely a female ghost who died in vain, and it may be a female ghost who died miserably, the daughters of this family are all in this town and are considered to be excellent-looking, do you say that such a female ghost who cares about appearance sees me as a handsome monk, and is there anything you think about?"

The plain heart monk was very narcissistic and touched his face a few times, tsk, with his appearance, he would fall in love with himself if he saw too much!

Leng Junling's face turned blue when he heard this, and he felt that the original Zhao Siniang was really not resentful, and he couldn't see how blind this wild monk was, he couldn't see other people in his narcissistic eyes at all!

But no matter whether Zhao Siniang is blind or not, her task still has to be done, so she directly regards herself as deaf, ignores the chatter of the wild monk, and in order to boast that she can enrich her vocabulary to such a degree, she is also convinced!

The two walked in the dark night, and soon got out of the town to the wasteland on the outskirts, which had a grave and a tree in the wasteland, and the yin qi was much stronger, and the yin qi was mottled by the rush, and the monk hid the string of Buddhist beads in his sleeve gradually could not find the target, and the monk untied the rags tied to the beads and lit them with a fire fold with him, and the smoke drifted away with the wind but remained in front of the monk to the extent that it did not disappear, and the monk said "go", and the smoke was to lead the monk to continue to move forward in the forest.

The farther away the wasteland was from the town, the more desolate it became, and after walking for about a quarter of an hour, the smoke was the leading monk to the outside of a hut.

The tattered and tattered is not much, it looks like a temporary place for hunters in the mountains, blowing with the wind, the house squeaks and squeaks, the wood is a little rotten, the broken door panel is blowing in the wind, the moonlight that glows blue in the air again, it is a murderous holy place to hide ghosts, it is really a sight to hate to get far away.

But the monk is not an ordinary person, Leng Junling is also a ghost now, and he has no fear of this wooden house, so he is quite disgusted.

"Even if you live in this shabby house, this female ghost is not very good. ”

Anyway, Zhao Siniang lived in the mansion of the family who bought her before her soul was scattered, which is many times stronger than this dilapidated house.

"Hey, it's not better to break a little. ”

The monk did not dislike it, and raised the Zen staff, and the yin qi in the wooden house in front of him turned into a reality that floated out, and saw a few wisps of anger mixed with it, and the monk smiled and bent his eyes.

It's good to be alive, and if you are alive, you can make more offerings to their fathers and mothers, which is worth more than the dead.

This wild monk loves money very much, and usually saves in his arms without spending money when he gets the offering, and the reason he and Leng Junling is to save up and send it back to the mountain gate to honor the Buddha, but she suspects that this monk loves money at all, just like a Grande, no matter how much, as long as he has money to guard him, he is happy.

What kind of master can teach this wild monk, now Leng Junling is really curious.

"Looks like the master isn't there. ”

The monk took a closer look, although this place was full of yin qi, but it was not thick, and there was no source, it could be seen that his target was not at home at this time, maybe he was full and went out to eat.

"Go in and have a look. ”

Leng Junling instigated, the monk did not object, smiled slightly and took the Zen staff and walked to the wooden house, the door frame was too low, he had to bow his head to get in, and when he entered the wooden house, he glanced at the monk and was stunned.

"What kind of taste is this. ”

Leng Junling glanced at it and rolled his eyes, and floated out of the gourd.

Her soul has been condensed a lot now, but she is afraid that the monk will not dare to be too fast when she sees the speed of condensation, and now she floats out of the gourd and stands beside the monk, looking at the coffin of the first-class water in the room with disgust.

"This is a coffin as a piece of furniture, this female ghost is quite rich. ”

"What kind of money, you go up and take a look. ”

The monk Nunu mouthed, instigating Leng Junling to step forward, Leng Junling was not afraid, and floated over and squatted down to take a look to understand what the monk meant.

"The coffin, dug up from the grave of the dead, isn't this robbing someone's house, it's too damaging. ”

There was still soil from the cemetery, and the coffin was also a little painted, and there were more than a dozen rows of new and old in this small room, some of which were newly dug recently, and I don't know how many graves had been dug up, and they had been dug up when they died.

"Not only that, the row in front of these coffins has been dug up for some years. ”

The monk stepped forward, knocked on the Zen staff, and didn't see him use a little force The coffin lid slipped out of a crack by itself, and when Leng Junling stepped forward to take a look, he saw a woman lying in the coffin, to be specific, it was a woman who had been dressed up beautifully and had died for a long time, well, that is, the corpse.

"This woman must have been dead for more than ten years. ”

The yin qi is enough to be like this, and it can probably be estimated how long it has been dead, but the body is not decomposed at all, except for the blue skin, the face is peaceful as if it is asleep.

Leng Junling pursed his lips: "This is still a demon who likes to collect beautiful women, it's really a bad taste." ”

The monk smiled and opened the coffins one by one, without exception, all of them were women, beautiful women.

"Looks like this guy we're dealing with has been collecting beauties for years. ”

This town wasn't her first place to stay.

"Why is there no Miss Zhao. ”

I have also seen the portrait of Miss Zhao at Mr. Zhao's house, comparing them one by one, and there is no Zhao Jinlan who disappeared in the end, but the three girls who disappeared in the town before were lying in the coffin and were still alive, but it is estimated that they will not live long.

"Don't worry, don't worry, Miss Zhao will come back. ”

It seems that the female ghost still likes Miss Zhao's face, the collection is all here, and the monk is not worried that the female ghost will not come back.

Now, all they need is a little patience.

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