In front of a low, humble house, there is a man burning paper money. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ling Mohan quietly restrained his breath and looked at the man.

The person who burned the paper money sat on the threshold of the old house, and his sense of presence was very low, if it weren't for the fact that there were ghosts surrounding him, and with Ling Mohan's cultivation, he would not have noticed anything different about this person, or that it was worthy of attention.

But when he looked closely, he found that the man had a face that was easy to be liked—a goose-egg-shaped face, which was the standard for handsome men and beautiful women. The man burned the paper intently, his eyelashes lowered, so that he could not see the light of the fire reflected in his pupils. Gentle and clean, this is how this face feels for Ling Mohan.

Of course, it was Chu Yang who burned the paper, although Ling Mohan used stealth to decide, but he was not an ordinary person, Ling Mohan's powerful soul power Chu Yang felt it when he first arrived at the powder stall opened by the city god, he originally planned to use this trick to attract a powerful Taoist priest, and then search the soul of this Taoist priest, so that he would pretend to be a master outside the world to make money while inquiring about the news without worrying about showing his feet.

This Taoist priest who came now is much stronger than the few he met when he was bored to go out a few days ago, it should be the powerful Taoist priest he was looking for, but what really surprised him was that Ling Mohan actually had what he was looking for.

He hurriedly set up the tin garbage basket for burning paper and began to burn paper, this was not ordinary paper money, it was a small denomination of money in a white shop that he had visited most of Yangcheng before he found it.

In fact, the so-called yin cha is nothing more than the creatures of one realm in the ten worlds, which is called the underworld, but the fact is that it is not a world like the concept of hell that people produce based on their own imagination combined with foreign Buddhist legends of reincarnation. Chu Yang was even sure that although the current cultivators could distinguish the difference between these yin and ordinary people, they didn't know what kind of place the underworld was, and why these yin chasers would open such a white shop in the yang world. Of course, he only guessed why the natives of the underworld would go to the human world to open a shop based on what he saw in this era and what he knew about the underworld, but this did not prevent him from spending in this store like a normal person.

If the paper money burned for him by the descendants of this earth ghost was not bought in the shop opened by the Yin Cha Lai Yang World in the underworld, then it only has the power of incense, and cannot become a real coin that can be used for consumption. And the price of rice noodles at the Ghost Fairy City God's Rice Noodles Stall, in the ghost world, is similar to the average person's perception of the price of a bowl of rice noodles in the present world.

And all the ordinary people burn paper, that has always been greedy for more, when buying paper money, those with a face value of millions are not a few. At this time, Chenghuang embodied his principles as a ghost immortal:

Insist on charging only according to the list price, refuse to tip, and if you don't have change, you can only wait.

The business of the Chenghuang noodle stall is so prosperous, and it is only one of the reasons why these ghosts have not eaten rice noodles for too long, after all, the gluttony will not cause thousands of ghosts to queue up; What really makes these people wait in front of the noodle stall is the seasoning added to the noodle soup. In other words, Ling Mohan's idea is right, as long as he comes here out of his body, he can find out the reason.

But now the young man who burned the paper in front of him had a face that made people feel good, but he appeared near the center of this strange thing, and he also burned the paper money that these ghosts needed, and this alone was enough for Ling Mohan to regard him as the number one suspicious person.

But to say that he is a suspicious character, does he have a little Taoist aura all over his body, nor does he have the yin and evil aura of those who use evil arts, no matter how you look at it, this person is an ordinary person, quite a lot, that is, an ordinary person with a better physique than ordinary people, some cultivation talents, and a good seedling.

However, cultivation is not as good as cultivating Buddha, Buddhism and comprehension are gradually said, if a cultivator wants to achieve great success, he has to enter the Tao innocently, although this person seems to be only about 20 years old, but among the cultivators, it is too late to get started, and it is difficult to achieve great success in the end.

Ling Mohan shook his head with a little regret, went to the stealth duel, and then, sacrificed his sword, and threw it at the paper-burning man.

Hearing the sound of breaking the sky, Chu Yang turned his head, the sword slashed his cheek because of his turn, in Ling Mohan's opinion, this person was frightened and fell to the ground at the same time as the sword was inserted into the door frame behind him, and his face looked as white as paper.

He walked over there, and with each step forward, the man shrank back, and could see that the man wanted to retreat, but behind him was the door frame, and there was no way to retreat.

"Uncle Master spares his life!" When Ling Mohan was about to walk to him, Chu Yang suddenly shouted, and the content of this shout suddenly made his previous gentle, clean, and somewhat lonely and cold, and after being suddenly swept away by Ling Mohan's sword, his face was dripping with blood and even looked a little pitiful.

Begging for mercy, begging for mercy, such a temperamental face, begging for mercy is so vulgar and like a line that a third-rate cannon fodder would say, Ling Mohan was a little uncomfortable for a while, with a move in his hand, the sword returned to his hand, and after settling his mind, he opened his mouth and said what he was going to say in the morning:

"Who are you? Why burn paper here? ”

"I'm not going to burn it!" Chu Yang's original plan was not planned, he had already made up his yin and yang eyes since he was a child and some statements that were born different from ordinary people, and then suddenly attacked the other party when he was talking, and then searched for the soul after shocking the other party's soul, but because of the existence of something important to him on Ling Mohan's body, he temporarily changed his lines and changed his lines.

As he spoke, a chill appeared on his neck, and it was Ling Mohan who had already put his sword on the side of his neck.

"Master, it's true, it's me who always dream, I hear the ghost crying non-stop, it's been a few days, saying that there is no change to eat powder, I can't stand it anymore, and I can't sleep well, so I have to buy some paper money with a small face value to burn ......" The blood on his face had dripped onto Ling Mohan's sword as he spoke.

At this time, Ling Mohan took out a vial and aimed the tip of the sword at the mouth of the bottle, and blew lightly on the blood on the sword, and the blood slid down the sword body into the vial, leaving no trace on the sword.

After that, Ling Mohan put away his sword and returned it to the sheath, looked at Chu Yang's face that was still dripping blood, and threw out another bottle:

"Wound medicine."

I have to say that seeing the other party's face bleeding non-stop, he felt that a kind of irritable mood that he had not seen for many years of cultivation was growing in his five hearts, as if he felt that something in the soul true yuan was about to break out of the ground, for this reason he threw out the very precious best healing elixir brought out by the master, mortal wounds can stop bleeding immediately after wiping them, such a shallow wound like this can lose scars in a day, and no scars will be left at all, the only problem is, No matter how you look at this kind of wound, this medicinal herb is too tyrannical.

Chu Yang thanked the master one after another, the paper was no longer burning, and he hurriedly wiped the wound medicine, and Ling Mohan spoke again:

"Name."

"Chu Yang, Chu Yang of the Yang of the Chu River."

"You, go in and talk to your family, and then come with me." Ling Mohan had several thoughts in his heart, although Chu Yang's blood was already in his hands, and this person seemed to be normal and reasonable in his behavior, but there were too many strange things in this matter, and his cautious personality made him decide to take this unknown person with him for the time being, and wait for him to find out why the City God Powder Stall, which attracted ten thousand ghosts to travel, and then make a decision.

"Oh...... Oh! Chu Yang looked like he had only reacted for a long time, "Master, if my family doesn't let me go......"

With a "bump" on the ground, Ling Mohan frowned and broke the sword door These things happened almost at the same time, which shows how fast Ling Mohan's sword is. And this big battle obviously alarmed the people in the house, and a strong man with three or five thick men rushed out and raised his sleeves and shouted: "It's a dead life, which dead boy ......"

When he said the word "Zai", he took a look at Ling Mohan, Ling Mo's cold face and the coercion around him made him quickly silence, raised his eyes and looked at Chu Yang who was standing on the side, and then said:

"Ah Yang, is this your friend?"

"Ah...... yes, yes, he's not in a good temper, so let me go out with him. Chu Yang snorted, but saw Ling Mohan take out a checkbook, write a bunch of numbers on it, sign it and throw it to the strong man.

"This ...... You...... This...... Ah Yang ......, "A strong man has never seen so much money in his life, and his tongue trembles when he speaks."

Ling Mohan frowned again, the first time he went down the mountain, he didn't know what this strong man was doing Suddenly slurred, Chu Yang hurriedly picked up the stubble next to him:

"He saw that I was working with a rich boss and had a way out, and he was excited, and he agreed!"

Hearing Chu Yang say this, Ling Mohan didn't intend to delay, turned around and left, and Chu Yang hurriedly followed.