"Will it be too disrespectful to disrespect his old man like this?" The young monk opened his mouth wide, staring at the old monk with three words in his gaze, crazy, right?

This Buddha bead is different from the one given to the beautiful mole woman downstairs, that one is the old monk perennial scripture worship Buddha himself weared, this Buddha bead is the ancestor since the beginning of the cultivation, but also with the death, absorbing the Buddha power of a lifetime, has become a Buddhist weapon.

Throwing Buddhist Dharma weapons on the ground is unimaginable!

The old monk put down the water cup and did not answer again, sat cross-legged on the bed, and took a series of Buddhist beads from his neck and placed them in the palm of his hand.

The young monk had no choice but to do so.

Open the luggage, there is a black box in the innermost, which is carved by the sealing spirit wood, and the Buddha beads are placed in it to prevent the flow of Buddha power.

In the black box wrapped in soft cloth, there are twenty-seven Buddha beads, the size of a thumb, dull, if you take it out, you will only see it as a fragmentary rosary.

There were one hundred and eight, and after their generation, only twenty-seven remained.

The young monk carefully took out fourteen Buddha beads and placed them in the death points that the old monk said.

After placing it, the young monk didn't feel any difference from before, shook his head, he was about to call two meals up, hungry.

......

At night, the crescent moon was obscured by black clouds, the sky was black, and there was not a single light in sight, and only a few white lanterns were left on the streets, swaying in the wind and making an unpleasant squeak.

The house seemed to be guarding filial piety, with a white cloth hanging on the top and a white lantern hanging at the door to worship the spirits.

Diagonally opposite is the Qingnan Inn, on the third floor, there is a window wide open, and the two servants of Zhan Shiman are lying on the window, drinking with red faces.

The warm breeze blows during the summer rainy season, which makes them feel refreshed.

The two of them bought a few jars of wine without telling Zhan Shiman, but they couldn't afford to drink the beast bone wine, although the ordinary pure grain wine was also expensive, but they could still drink it with their monthly money in the Zhan clan.

"It's dry, Zhan Er, there's still a place to sleep and drink. The manservant Zhan 15 picked up the wine jar and took a big sip.

"Yes, I went around the ghost forest with the second lady for three days, and I had a few big bags swollen on my body, and I almost died of exhaustion. "The manservant Zhan also has a jar of wine in his second-hand hand, listening to the shaking sound, there is still a third left.

The two continued to drink, and Zhan Fifteen glanced casually downstairs, and then continued to drink, but saw something, and looked down again.

After a few breaths, he pointed downstairs with a confused look in his eyes and said, "You...... Look, is the lantern turning red?"

"What, how can the lantern turn red?" Zhan Er burped and followed the point.

Diagonally opposite downstairs, two lanterns that were originally shaking no longer shake, standing steadily in the air, showing a dark red color.

"You're mistaken, it's red, wait for me to pee and get drunk again. Zhan Er shook his head, and walked to the empty corner of the wall on the right with a drunken face, and there was a spittoon in the corner there.

He unfastened his trouser pockets and pulled them up.

"Really?" Zhan fifteen leaned on the window, thinking carefully, but his mind was so chaotic that he couldn't recall it.

Just when Zhan Er finished solving it and looked up a few times, he suddenly saw that the wall in front of him had turned into a wall of flesh and blood, with red flesh balls on it one after another, beating like countless hearts, covered with a layer of transparent mucus, and the mucus flowed down the wall of flesh and blood, exuding a disgusting aura.

When Zhan Er saw this scene, he instantly woke up, his legs were weak, and he was about to fall to the ground.

Syllable!

At that moment, he was slapped on the shoulder.

"Hey, what's shaking? It's not done yet?" Zhan Fifteen appeared behind him, his palm pinching his shoulder bone heavily, and he smirked.

Zhan Er was so frightened that he knelt on the ground with weak legs, and before he could kneel steadily, Zhan Fifteen dragged him up again, and scolded and scolded: ", aren't you cowardly? Pretend to be drunk?" ”

"Ghost, there is a ghost!" Hearing that it was Zhan Fifteen, Zhan Er's face turned pale, he stood firm and turned around and grabbed Zhan Fifteen's shoulder and shook wildly, and then rushed towards the door of the house.

"Where, the ghost?" Zhan Fifteen was surprised, his strength was stronger than Zhan Er, and he dragged Zhan Er back.

"There!" Zhan Er turned around and pointed at the wall in horror and madness, and in the next second, his expression froze, the wall was pale gray, and the wall skin was at most peeling off.

What kind of flesh and blood walls are there? ordinary ones can't be more ordinary.

Zhan Fifteen was very drunk, and while his body was swaying, he didn't forget to cast a contemptuous look at Zhan Er.

Zhan Er rubbed his eyes vigorously, and rubbed them several times, until his eyeballs were bloodshot, and then he gave up.

"I'm dazzled?" Faced with Zhan Fifteen's disdain, Zhan Er was very embarrassed, his mood finally calmed down, and he patted his head, he really drank and made a mistake, and almost scared himself to death.

Besides, even if there is really a ghost, he is a dignified peak martial artist in the Bone Quenching Realm, and he has enough yang energy, so he will be afraid of those void things?

Zhan Er cheered himself up in his heart, wrapped his arms around Zhan Fifteen's neck, and said boldly: "Let's go, continue to drink, our brothers won't get drunk tonight." ”

The two picked up the wine jar and continued to lie down on the window to drink.

None of them noticed that the spittoon was against the wall, and there were several drops of transparent mucus that kept bubbling up, and the clay spittoon seemed to be corroded, with a few small holes.

"Huh? The lantern went out. Zhan Er's eyes widened, the two red lanterns had been extinguished, and the street was pitch black, connecting with the darkness of the town.

"Whatever it is, love will not be extinguished. Zhan 15 pursed his lips, picked up the wine jar and poured another sip.

"Zhan Fifteen, you drink and drink, don't pick my shoulder with your cold hand. Zhan Er twisted his shoulder, his right shoulder was heavy and icy.

"What hand? I don't have one. Zhan 15 couldn't help but be confused, he held the wine jar in one hand, and shook it in front of Zhan Er's eyes with the other.

"Whose hand is that Lao Tzu's shoulder?" Zhan Er blurted out, and the next second his body stiffened, thinking of the flesh wall that had just come to life, and a chill arose from his bone marrow.

"What?" Zhan fifteen looked back, and in the next second, his eyes were frightened, as if he had seen an extremely terrifying picture.

Seeing Zhan Fifteen's fear, Zhan Er's legs weakened, and he knelt on the edge of the window, he almost fell off the edge of the window, shaking like a sieve.

"Haha, scare you, that's Lao Tzu patted you on the shoulder with some wine, isn't it cool?" Zhan Fifteen turned his face, laughed wildly, and laughed at Zhan Er's snot.

Hearing the wild laughter, Zhan Erhu turned his head suspiciously, and sure enough, his shoulders were wet, and the smell of wine came to his face.

Zhan Er cursed in a low voice and stood up, until now his legs were still weak, and he didn't slow down, it was really that the flesh and blood wall before was too real, otherwise he wouldn't have been fooled.

Wow!

Abruptly, the oil lamp went out.

"Damn, are you still here?" Zhan Er couldn't help but scold, and turned his body to Zhan Fifteen.

The moment he turned around, Zhan Fifteen's laughter disappeared abruptly.

There was no oil lamp to illuminate, the sky was dark, and Zhan Fifteen's expression could barely be seen in the darkness, his face was stiff, and his skin was not smiling.

Zhan Er sneered, and pretended to be one and the same!

Although Zhan Er didn't believe it, he unexpectedly found that a layer of oil appeared on Zhan Fifteen's face, arms, and all the bare skin, which was very smooth.

He reached out and touched it, and it looked like ...... Wax?

Suddenly, a touch of coldness pressed against his shoulder, very cold, and at the same time, a faint sigh that could not distinguish between men and women blew on the back of his neck, making his hair stand on end.

"Brother, don't, stop playing......"

Zhan Er's tongue trembled, and he slowly looked backwards. 8)