Night. The moonlight outside the window was still so bleak.

The walker confronted the window like that, and the little monk looked up blankly.

There was nothing outside the window, but a shadow was reflected on the windowsill.

"Are you the sister who just played with me?" the little monk said to the shadow, touching his head.

"But Yunshui is a monk, and a monk can't do those things with your sister. Well, though, sister, you're really beautiful. ”

The shadow outside the window seemed to move, and in an instant it slowly changed into a woman.

The woman's eyes were bright, but her skin was unusually pale. was originally a very beautiful face, but now there is a scar on his face, which looks hideous and terrifying.

"Little brother, is my sister still beautiful now?" the woman opened her mouth suspiciously, and she didn't have the gentleness she had in her dreams at all.

But Yun Shui still looked at her directly, and opened his mouth again and said, "Sister, that scar on your face should be very painful, right?" Yun Shui only had a broken finger before, and he had to cry all day. Fortunately, the master will bandage Yunshui and give Yunshui candy to eat, so Yunshui won't cry. ”

As he spoke, the little monk began to search in his pocket, and at last he found another piece of candy, and he happily handed it to the woman.

"Sister, eat candy, it won't hurt after eating sugar. ”

But the woman didn't answer, she still looked at Yunshui suspiciously. Seeing the sincerity in the child's eyes, she was not disgusted with her like others, and her figure slowly disappeared.

"Sister, maybe it's already painless. The woman's voice rang out again.

After the woman's voice also disappeared, Yun Shui turned his head to look at the walker in a daze. And the original anger on the walker's face for the female ghost had long since disappeared at this time, and instead of it, it had become a kind of appreciation for Yunshui.

"Yunshui, well done. ”

The little monk touched his head again. Although I don't understand why the walker said this, but the walker is praising himself, so he should have done the right thing.

So he asked about the walker again, and told the walker about the scene in his dream.

After listening to Yun Shui's story, the walker slowly began to tell Yun Shui: "This ghost thing is already a Dacheng-level ghost thing, with its own thinking and its own spiritual sense. She is good at dragging people into dreams, and then absorbing the person's yang energy in her dreams, so as to provide her own cultivation. But you did a good job, you didn't fear or dislike her because of the scar on her face, and you cared for her so much that she was already touched by you. I don't think she'll come back tonight. “

When the little monk heard the practitioner's praise for himself, he laughed happily. But when the walker said that she should not come again, he was inexplicably a little lost in his heart.

The kiss that the woman was in her dream at that time, I am afraid that this little monk will never be able to forget it from now on.

After watching the little monk fall asleep again, the walker smiled again.

"This kid is becoming more and more like a great wise monk. ”

"I just don't know how many more such big ghosts there will be here. ”

After saying that, the walker sat down cross-legged again.

......

Outside the window, the moonlight was still cold.

A cold wind suddenly blew open the dilapidated door and rushed towards the face of the walker.

But the walker did not move.

There was a faint cry outside, as if another woman was crying to someone about how tragic her death was.

The voice slowly approached, but there was still no one to be seen.

"Amitabha. Suddenly, the walker folded his hands together and began to utter a Buddha name.

In an instant, it was as if the air had frozen. The voice never sounded again, and the figure of the walker remained unmoved.

But suddenly, another old voice came from outside.

"I really have a great wise monk here, but it turns out that he is just a guardian monk. ”

When the voice had finished speaking, he laughed out loud. As if accompanied by her smile, the cold wind outside began to feel even colder.

But the walker still did not speak. His figure was still cross-legged on the ground, not moving at all.

Suddenly, there were two figures, like ghosts, rushing towards the walker.

The walker pushed his hands forward, colliding with them.

"Ghost Mother? Looks like you're the most powerful ghost in the area. The walker looked at the old figure, as if he was sure of something.

The old creature continued to laugh, and uttered these words again:

"The side of the guardian monks has always been accompanied by the great wise monks, because although the guardian monks are powerful, they are only some flesh and blood after all, and they can't have any advantage at all in the fight against our fairies, demons, demons, etc. The Great Wisdom and Virtuous Monks are different, because they themselves have merit and protection, and the things that come out of their mouths have all kinds of strange effects. ”

"If you are a great wise monk today, then I am afraid that we will only have to escape. But you are only alone now, although your internal strength is strong, but how long do you think that with your flesh and blood, you can hold out under our hands?"

After saying that, the old figure laughed again.

And there was a hint of boredom on the walker's face, as if her voice made the walker extremely uncomfortable to hear. The walker summoned another internal force and pushed them all out the door.

"The old man admits that what you said is true, but are you too arrogant? Who told you that there is no great wisdom and sage monk around me? Besides, even if there is no great wisdom and sage monk by my side today, do you think that you can defeat me just by relying on you?"

"The old man has always been bare-handed, and has never used a single weapon. That's just because so far, no one has been worthy of the old man to use this weapon. ”

"Since I met the ghost mother today, and I am also carrying two Dacheng-level ghost things. I'm going to show you the weapon I'm holding today. ”

After saying that, the walker raised his hand. Slowly, a weapon was condensed in his hand.

It was a Zen staff, and the golden light on it was dazzling.

And after seeing this Zen staff, the old figure suddenly had a kind of fear. She quickly picked up the woman beside her, and quickly fled out.

"No wonder Qiyu, this cheap maid, has always been reluctant to make another move, it turns out that the monk's weapon has such a huge power of merit. ”

But they were not able to escape, because the figure of the walker had already appeared directly in front of them.

The old man said in fear, hoarseness already beginning to appear in his voice.

"You can't have such a weapon. The power of merit above is impossible for you to accumulate with a guardian monk. ”

"So, you're only three lifetimes lucky enough to be able to see me use this weapon. ”

After saying the practitioner's Zen staff, it has already been smashed down.