"Master?" A monk's throat seemed to be blocked by something, and his voice was trembling.

Beads of sweat erupted from the master's bright head at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the hand making a one-handed salute was trembling, and the other hand was pinching the beads.

"Amitabha, don't panic, go on. As long as you are sincere to the Buddha, you will be blessed. The old monk closed his eyes and chanted words in his mouth, as if he was chanting scriptures.

The ritual continued, but a haze was already in the hall.

"Really...... It's not easy to hide at home. Zhang Luo sighed, he suspected that he didn't have to go to the ghost at all, the ghost would send it to the door by itself.

He wondered if he had the potential of a crow's mouth, and just now he was talking about not touching a real ghost, and a strange puppet came out all of a sudden.

[Number: 9109073] [Puppet Murder Case], it was recorded in the previous archives that Songshan City has such a population, and there will naturally be no shortage of gods, but I didn't expect to run into him.

This is ...... It's incredible.

Of course, if there is a ghost, he has to find a way to deal with it, but he still has to weigh who is the dish here.

According to his understanding, this ghost of reality is specifically aimed at the god of people's hearts, and it seems that it will not be his turn to come out for the time being, and the threat is not great, so you can wait and see.

But considering that there is nothing to do anyway......

He curiously picked up the puppet puppet, a group of monks sweated profusely, and the old monk raised his hand and stared at his cloudy eyes, not knowing what to say.

"What's the matter, master, is this puppet important?" He pretended to be a dead boy without knowing it, and shook it with a puppet.

"Amitabha," the old monk said to the Buddha, "Little donor, this is an evil thing that needs to be suppressed by the Buddha, please put it back." ”

"Master......" The other apprentices stopped talking.

Zhang Luo was a little surprised, he couldn't imagine that although this old monk had no ability, he was morally blameless, a real ordinary person, he would really rather die himself?

"Evil things? Master, you just said that if you don't believe in evil, you are innocent, so why should I be afraid? ”

He didn't pay attention, but looked at the puppet carefully. Just looking at it gives people the feeling that someone is looking at themselves, and I don't know if it's the so-called uncanny valley theory or if there's really a ghost staying inside.

But Zhang Luo felt that most of them were not real ghosts, at most they were just a medium, at least Mo Xian's weak chicken could drag it off the Buddha platform.

"Master, I like this puppet very much, can you give it to me?" Zhang Luo had a smile on the corner of his mouth, he wanted to know if this group of people would die if he suppressed this thing.

This guy is the quintessential no-do-do.

"Don't ......," the old monk wanted to say something.

At this time, Li Qingdai came out of the kitchen, looked at the things Zhang Luo was holding in his hand and asked curiously, "Luo'er, where did the puppet in your hand come from?" ”

"Mom, the master said he wanted to give me this puppet to play with!" Zhang Luo made the first move.

The old monk got up and wanted to say something, but then his apprentice finally couldn't stand it anymore.

said indignantly: "Master, since the little benefactor strongly wants it, then it means that this thing is destined for him, so give it to him!" ”

"This ......" and the master's heart is entangled, his own life and the lives of others, faith and desire to survive are intertwined, and finally firm, "Sin, sin, the monk is compassionate." This thing ......"

"Has the Master heard of a recent case?" Zhang Luo said suddenly, as if suddenly, without waiting for them to answer, he said, "It is said to be called a puppet homicide case, and the deceased was strangled to death by a puppet line, which is really terrible." ”

Several monks were shocked, as if they had reacquainted with him.

"What is this?" Li Qingdai stroked a strand of hair on the side of her cheek, and said what she was doing here, "Just accept what the master gives you, don't talk about these sarcastic people, it's too rude!" ”

Li Qingdai was rarely angry, in her opinion, Zhang Luo should not respond to other people's kindness in this way no matter what, it seems that she has no education, this is her dereliction of duty.

Only then did the old monk come back to his senses: "Female benefactor, don't be angry, it's just me and Xiaoyou joking, there is indeed such a case recently, specifically targeting religious people, but this puppet ......"

"This puppet is pretty good-looking, I like it. I can talk to the master too, right? Zhang Luo continued.

After all, the master did not have the cheek to lie blatantly, and could only recite the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, good and good." ”

"Is that so?" Li Qingdai felt that the atmosphere was weird.

Several monks looked at each other and said, "Yes, yes, don't blame the female benefactor, this little friend is destined for my Buddha." ”

Li Qingdai sighed and said, "Masters, my child is very naughty, I hope you will bear with me and don't be angry." ”

"Nope."

"How so?"

"Aha......"

A few young monks pretended to be very happy.

Zhang Luo scolded them for their poor acting skills, and said, "How can I be stubborn? ”

Li Qingdai rarely took out her mother's might and glared at him, took out vegetables in the refrigerator and returned to the kitchen.

Zhang Luo didn't feel it at all, took the puppet, squeezed to the old monk and sat down: "The master doesn't look like he often mixes with society, huh?" ”

"Since Xiaoyou knows about that case, Lao Wei doesn't hide anything. We were originally monks of Mingde Temple, but for some reason we were entangled by this puppet, so we came out to hide, and it happened that the market environment for Dharma was very good, and everyone was willing to find us to do things. Who knows, alas...... Nearly ruined decades of practice, Amitabha. The old monk was a little taboo about this puppet, and he was reluctant to Zhang Luo to approach, and sighed.

"Hah, sure enough." Zhang Luo took the puppet and flew it overhead like a child, and in his mouth, "Huhuhu......" looked very naïve.

Seeing a group of monks wiping sweat wildly, is this young man in front of him a monster? That's the hell!

Zhang Luo noticed their caution and sneered, "What are you afraid of? Since she's going to kill you, you're afraid of offending her? ”

"This ......" everyone is speechless, why?

Of course I'm afraid! Any normal person would find a way to get as far away from this thing as possible, okay? Who wants to die early?

"Master, if I help you solve her, how will you thank me?" Zhang Luo seemed to say casually.

The master's attention was on the puppet's hair, and from time to time the ends of the hair scratched his bare head, so that Zhang Luo almost didn't hear what he said.

The master showed a sudden expression, no wonder this young man dared to contact this puppet without scruples, it seemed that he was relying on it.

I just don't know in what way.

A trace of distraction passed through the master's mind.

"The old man's name is Huitong, and I hope that the little donor will save me from the sea of suffering, and Huitong will repay the donor." Old monk wisdom channel.

"Will it pass?" Zhang Luo smashed it, smashed it, what kind of strange name is this, this old monk's master is afraid that he is not half illiterate.

The ordination names of monks are generally given by the master.

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