"Master, please come in, Yan'er, serve tea to the master. ”

After the Suxin monk played a little trick in front of the porter, the old man of the Zhao family personally went out to welcome him into the house, at this time the two sides sat down, but the Suxin monk put his hands together and saluted: "Don't be busy drinking tea, the poor monk came here to hear that there are monsters in the town and kidnapped the lady of the house, saving people's lives is better than creating a seven-level floating slaughter, and the poor monk does not dare to slack off, and asks the donor to talk about the situation of the day." ”

Master Zhao was very grateful when he heard this, and first thanked the monk Suxin before sighing and talking about the situation that day.

"That day, I came back from dinner with my friends, my wife told me that my daughter was dizzy and uncomfortable, and I asked a doctor, I was worried but my daughter had rested, so I thought about going to see it again the next day, and I thought that when I called the little girl to eat early in the morning of the second day, the maid found that there was a dead person in the room, because there was no body of the little girl, the government decided that the little girl was taken away. ”

"There were also families who said that they lost their daughter to the government to report the case, but the family did not die, because her family also has a reputation for disliking the poor and loving the rich, and the marriage date is close to her son-in-law's family is too poor, so some people speculate that her daughter is not missing but has escaped from marriage, but in a few days this matter will fade, and I will only listen to it as a joke if I don't say anything inappropriate, then I think of this retribution so fast, and now it is my daughter's turn to suffer, which has been missing for more than seven days. ”

Master Zhao said that there were tears in his eyes, and he looked at the monk Suxin eagerly as if he saw a savior: "In the first few days, the little old man also found a few elders and Taoists, and used a lot of flowers to worship, but my Lan'er did not find it, so I let the servant snub you before, you are different from the predecessors, at first glance, you are a master with real merits, no matter how much the little girl uses to worship you, as long as the little girl comes back, the little old man will definitely offer it with both hands." ”

"The donor is serious, and the poor monks are not here to receive offerings. ”

The plain heart monk pretended to look over, and the moved Master Zhao was in tears, but Leng Junling in the gourd he looked at twitched at the corner of his eyes.

When Monk Suxin asked these things clearly, he asked if Master Wen Zhao could go to see the young lady's boudoir.

"Although the master goes, now it is about my daughter's life, and the master is an outsider, so there is no need to abide by those false courtesies. ”

Master Zhao is very talkative, he can't talk badly, the missing Zhao Jinlan is his only daughter, she has been raised with a lot of pain since she was a child, and she is different from those who don't take their daughters seriously.

At that moment, he personally took the monk Suxin to Miss Zhao's boudoir, because there was a death in the room, the courtyard was locked outside, and when Master Zhao opened the heavy copper lock, as soon as he opened the door, a gust of wind blew, which made people's skin numb and trembling.

In the end, they are all ordinary people, and there are still some taboos about this courtyard that has died, not to mention that the appearance of the death of the two servants is too miserable, which makes people see the faces of the frightened people just thinking about it, and seeing that everyone is holding back, the plain monk is spoke: "Shi is mainly trustworthy, and the poor monk will go in and see it himself." ”

"Master, please ······"

Master Zhao and the servants immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm tired of the master." ”

Monk Suxin stepped into the courtyard, Master Zhao and others were waiting outside the courtyard, a door seemed to separate the two worlds, Monk Suxin stood in the middle of the courtyard and said "Amitabha" is from the sleeve of half a palm-sized oil paper bag, open it and pinch out a little powder from the palm of the palm and blow gently.

The powder floated up with the wind, and the little light flashed and disappeared without a trace, and it seemed to outsiders that there was no change, but the vision of the monk Suxin immediately changed.

The faint blue sand emerged, curling like smoke filled the entire courtyard, all the rules of time were suddenly broken at this moment, and the monk standing in the center of the courtyard was like the only pointer, as if with a random wave of his hand, time flowed to the moment when the so-called demon arrived.

A puff of black smoke poured into the small courtyard without warning, and pounced on the servant girl who was dozing, and almost in less than an instant, the servant girl was sucked dry and angry, turned into a dry corpse and fell to the ground, and when the maid outside Miss Zhao's room died, the black smoke fell to the ground and turned into a blurred human shape, Shi Shiran pushed open the door and entered the bedroom.

Seeing this, the monk Suxin immediately followed, and the vague human figure stood in front of Miss Zhao's bed for a moment, stretched out his "hand" to caress Miss Zhao's cheek, as if he was very satisfied with that face, and after a while, he poured directly into his body from his nose and saw that Miss Zhao's face was full of hideous struggle, and her body turned into a puff of black smoke and drifted away from the window from the window in an instant.

When the monk waved his hand again, the vision returned to normal.

Seeing that the monk Suxin entered his daughter's bedroom, Master Zhao was waiting outside the courtyard, and he didn't dare to take a step back if he wanted to go further, and it was not good-looking, so he could only stomp his feet in place, and even the servants around him were uneasy, so he only dared to stretch out his head and look carefully into the courtyard.

After a few breaths, the monk came out of Miss Zhao's bedroom, and Master Zhao's eyes lit up, and he immediately shouted outside the door: "Has the master found out?"

"Hmm····· It's hard to say what it is, but within half a month, Miss Zhao's life should be fine. ”

That Master Zhao was overjoyed when he heard this: "That's good, that's good, I just want the little girl to come back alive, and everything has to worry about the master." ”

The monk's words were vague, but Master Zhao didn't care at all, he didn't care at all about what had kidnapped his daughter, as long as his daughter could come back safely, it didn't matter what evil he was.

Seeing this, the monk knew in his heart, and when he left the small courtyard, he asked: "Can the old man give the poor monk a thing that the young lady often comes into contact with, so that I can make a mark, and it will be easier to find people." ”

"Ying'er, go and find the things that Miss often uses. ”

When Master Zhao heard this, he immediately ordered the maidservant, but the maid was pale, looking at the small courtyard with a look of fear, and Master Zhao patted his forehead: "Look at my memory, or the master of labor to go in again, I really ······· wait."

Even he didn't dare to go in, not to mention Ying'er's little girl, he didn't embarrass a little girl, the monk also smiled when he heard it, turned around and entered the small courtyard again, and came out after a while, with a few more pieces of the young lady's clothes and a jade comb carved with plum blossoms.

Seeing what the monk was taking, Master Zhao twitched cheekily, and kept muttering in his heart: "This is for his daughter, this is for his daughter, this is a monk, not a man, this is a monk, not a man."

If Leng Junling heard what the old man was talking about, he was afraid that he would die of laughter, the monk was quite thick-skinned, and he was talking to Leng Junling in the house just now: "Siniang, you look at whether there is anything you like in the house, if there is, we will pick it out, and save this Miss Zhao Family, how can this old man not be too picky, there is no such shop in this village." ”

"Don't, I resolutely don't want things that have been used by others. ”

The monk wanted to take advantage, but Leng Junling was unwilling to cooperate, and wanted her to use the things that had been used by others, and the dead monk dreamed of it!

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