In the private room on the floor, a group of five people gathered around the round table and stared at the two urns.

After a while, Mo Kongjing, who was still speechless and choked, took the lead in looking away.

The Ghost Boy King was recovered and brought back, but now the problem comes.

How do you get them over? What is she going to do if she can't even transform the undead who has attained enlightenment?

"Auntie, you really can't overtake them?" His expression was a little gloomy, and Lander asked again without giving up.

Sighing weakly, Mo Kongjing, who stood up, said calmly: "There must be a way, but they died here, and I don't want them to be taken to other places by me after they die, and they will die in a foreign land." ”

Dying in a foreign land is also a kind of evil obstacle, so even if it is exceeded, those undead will still not be at peace.

Master Ducida's expression was a little solemn, and he stared at the two urns for a long time, and then he suddenly saluted: "Amitabha, I don't know if a few donors are willing to listen to the old man's detailed words." ”

After looking at the expressions of the other people, Lan Xun nodded respectfully and said, "I would like to hear about it." ”

After hearing the reason for the incident, the few people all had a look of sudden realization, but Mo Kongjing just shook his head and smiled on the side.

As she expected, at the beginning of people, their nature is good, and newborn children are all kind in the end.

Those ghost children and ghost babies are actually divided into two collectives, and not all ghosts kill people with hatred.

Some of the ghost babies and ghost children who died unjustly turned into powerful ghosts and asked for their lives everywhere, while those ghost babies and ghost children who were unwilling to harm others gradually merged into one. It was the cute child she first saw in the small firewood room of the Buddhist temple.

Those dark eyes, a clean and pure smile, a laugh like a silver bell. It will never be forgotten for the rest of your life.

In the holy land of Buddhism, Buddhism is magnificent, and the resentment is getting deeper and deeper, but Buddhism has always followed closely.

When the Ghost Boy King was born, the Ghost Baby, who had been transformed by Buddhism for a long time, became the only nemesis who could recover him.

So, when the Ghost Boy King devoured the baby, it seemed like he had won. But in fact, he gave the kind ghost baby a chance to defeat him.

The corners of his mouth unconsciously hooked a shallow arc, and Mo Kongjing's gentle eyes stared at the two urns.

Du Yuan slapped his head violently. Everything has finally come to light!

This is half a demon, half a Buddha? Everything in the world is also different from person to person, and people are also good and bad, so ghosts are naturally the same! But there are so many graves. How can this master find the exact urn?

Let's not care about the three people who seem to understand or not. Master Du Cicada moved the realization to Mo Kongjing, and when she looked at the master's meaningful and encompassing eyes, she was a little confused.

"Amitabha, good, good. Old"

Before Master Du Chan's words could be spoken, he only heard a 'boom', and the urn on the table, which had been guarding himself, rushed open the wooden door of the private room like an arrow from the string.

Mo Kongjing immediately slapped the table and got up, and after throwing the remaining urn into Lan De's arms steadily, he followed the urn that fled everywhere.

"Hey, hey. Wait for me! And what the hell am I going to do! Rand shouted impatiently behind the crowd, but no one paid any attention to him.

Just as Rand was hesitating to go out with an urn. Suddenly, he felt the urn in his arms beating uncontrollably, and his face was pale with fright, and he rushed out of the door without saying a word, following closely behind several people.

"Auntie! Brother Huang! Wait for me! This thing is moving, moving! ”

Mo Kong's skin, who was deaf to the voice behind him, was about to stiffen, what the hell! Why are there so many people in the restaurant today!

The private room is on the second floor of the Wei Man Building, and the attempted urn seems to have predicted that they will not dare to fight, so they fly downstairs when they go out.

The few people who followed the urn downstairs reached the first floor, and they were all blindfolded.

What's going on?

Why didn't I see a crowd of people in the restaurant a few days ago! This looks like a black press, but it's all human heads!

"Hey, hey! Don't squeeze it! Mo Kongjing, who was still sighing just now, suddenly appeared so many people, and was suddenly squeezed aside by a young woman.

"Don't squeeze? You're stupid! You give me the side! ”

Mo Kongjing, who was pushed back to the staircase by a strong force, was stunned and watched the seventy women and elders on the first floor, and the three-year-old girls pushing and pushing inside.

What's going on? Can mortals now push the monk away?

Are all the people here monsters!

"Amitabha, could it be that the donor is the ghost boy king doing trouble?" Master Du Chan, who had been standing on the stairs and didn't dare to come down, looked at the first floor with some taboo, and the Buddha beads in his hand subconsciously began to turn.

"It makes sense, I can't care so much now!" Mo Kongjing turned his heart sideways, rolled up his two sleeves, and squeezed into the crowd violently.

This time, she really saw the potential of mortals, and thought that she was a monk who had built a foundation for the Great Perfection, but she couldn't even squeeze out these women and women in the mortal world.

When she was about to be squeezed into internal injuries, she silently squeezed back towards the staircase, and at the rather understanding eyes of Master Shangdu Cicada, a mouthful of old blood in her heart almost spurted out in front of her!

How embarrassing! How embarrassing!

When Rand was late with the urn, the cold sweat suddenly began to fall, and just as he was about to smear the soles of his feet with oil, he happened to meet those threatening eyes.

"Come over to me."

Swallowing his saliva in resignation, Lan De walked to Mo Kongjing uneasily with the urn in his arms, and when he saw that the white hand was about to be pushed over, he couldn't help shouting: "Can you light it!" Ahhh ”

Before he could finish speaking, his body slid straight into the middle of the crowd like an arrow off the string.

"Small, heart, bone, ash, jar!"

Her hands were flare-shaped around her mouth, and the last three words were deliberately bitten by her very heavy and clear.

When he saw that the crowded crowd suddenly began to disperse to both sides, deliberately leaving some space, Mo Kongjing clapped his hands with satisfaction, no matter what time it was, it was really the deceased.

After Lander's pig-like screams, Mo Kongjing shook his head lightly, and when Lande's body was about to rush to the wooden table in the innermost part of the crowd, she tapped her toes, her body jumped lightly, and she appeared in front of the table in a flash.

Holding Rand's body firmly with one hand, seeing his frightened appearance, she patted him on the back with rare and considerate relief.

When she inadvertently looked up, the hand she had placed behind Rand's back suddenly stopped.

In front of the quaint wooden table in front of him sat two men with different expressions, one was cold and unique, his long black hair was half-pulled up with a wooden hairpin at will, and the pair of pitch-black eyes made people look like falling into an ice cave at a glance.

The other is even more peerless, and the corners of the lips are gently hooked to give people an illusion.

A black hair hangs down on the waist at will, and the peach blossom eyes can hook off all the three souls and seven souls of people in the blink of an eye, and the most terrible thing is the vermilion tear mole under the peach blossom eyes, which is even more reverie.

The long eyelashes, whether intentionally or unintentionally, blinked slightly, and when those peach blossom eyes looked at them, they seemed to be hooked.

In Mo Kongjing's straight eyes, the man smiled lightly without knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Silently turning her head to wipe her nosebleed, she finally understood why these people were so crazy.

Looking back and smiling, all beings are upside down.

(To be continued.) )