"What a heavy grievance, what a pure demonic spirit!"

Su Duan stood at the door of Zhujiazhuang, looked towards the village, and only felt that the entire Zhuangzi was filled with a strong resentment, and a pure demonic aura was like a semicircular cover, enveloping the entire Zhujiazhuang.

"I wanted to come to collect debts, but I didn't want to meet a demon who was born and raised, interesting, interesting!"

Six months ago, Su Duan would never have been able to judge the true situation of this Zhujiazhuang, but under the clear insight of the Ten Thousand Scrolls of Scriptures, he had a real eye like Chen Xuanzang in the movie:

At a glance, demons and monsters, demonic illusions, there is nothing to hide!

"Who are you?"

A rough voice suddenly came, interrupting Su Xuan's thinking, and following the prestige, he saw that in front of the gate of Zhujiazhuang, two burly nurses with eyebrow sticks in their hands looked at him vigilantly.

"Amitabha, the little monk Shakya, I have seen two donors!" Su Duan made a Buddha name decently, and said with a humble face: "I am an old acquaintance with Zhu Yuanwai of this Zhujiazhuang, and I also ask the two donors to report it!" ”

"You know us!?" One of the nurses asked, a little incredulous.

"Monks don't speak!" Su Duan opened his eyes and said nonsense, judging from his observation just now, there must still be a congenital monster hidden in this Zhujiazhuang, in addition to the fact that there are people who died in vain, and the resentment is difficult to settle, the entire Zhuangzi has become dark and terrifying, and the unlucky guy who died, Su Duan is eighty percent sure that he must be an outsider of Zhujiazhuang.

Otherwise, how can someone else have such a deep resentment?

"What you say is true or false?"

"I don't think it's real!"

"Why? You see that he is not flustered at all, he must have confidence! ”

"Hey, are you stupid, look at him, where does he look a little like a monk? The monks are all bald! ”

"Oh! Yeah! How dare you lie to me? Why don't we get rid of him? ”

"Don't, what if it's true, you go and report it first, and let Mrs. Miao decide!"

Hearing this, the nursing courtyard whispered to his companion beside him for a while, and then raised his head and said to Su Duan, and rushed towards Zhuangzi: "You wait!" ”

"Thank you, donor!"

Su Duan nodded humbly, but the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, these two nurses bit their ears in front of him, isn't that covering their ears and stealing the bell? With the strength of his condensation realm peak, how could he not hear the whispers of the two?

"But who is this wonderful lady? Could it be that one innate monster!? Su Duan secretly thought in his heart.

The so-called innate monsters are the existence of demons born as demons, such as the king of demons, Sun Wukong, and the acquired monsters, which refer to the existence of those who have grudges and are difficult to settle, and finally incarnate into demons, such as the future pig Gangguan and the fish demon Sha Wujing!

"Yo! I said that it was the old acquaintance of the master, and it turned out to be a little monk who came out of nowhere! ”

After waiting for a long time, a coquettish voice sounded suddenly, and no one heard it first, which made Su Duan subconsciously raise his eyes, wanting to see where the owner of the voice was.

I saw a purple shadow slowly walking out of the Zhuangzi, her posture was wonderful, her gait was elegant, wrapped in luxurious purple brocade, holding a fan in her hand, fanning gently, with a charming smile on her face, so that the nursing home that followed her looked obsessed.

"Our master doesn't know any little monks, who are you?" The woman walked with a catwalk, twisted her waist and came to Su Duan's body, looked at it carefully, and showed a look of interest on her face, before returning to the back of the two nursing homes and questioning.

"The little monk Shakya, and Zhu Yuanwai are old acquaintances, and they came to ask for a thing!" Su Duan smiled slightly, looking at the woman in purple, a cold light flashed in her eyes, ordinary people may not be able to tell the difference, but if he was him, he could see through the woman's roots at a glance.

The catly smell of that body and the nine tails that are divided into nine behind her all show the true identity of the charming woman, but she doesn't know it, thinking that she is covering it up!

"Asking for something back? Joke! What is the identity of our master, who will owe you something as a little monk!? Before the woman in purple could speak, the nursing home in front of her sneered first, and after speaking, she smiled flatteringly at the woman in purple: "Get out, or don't blame me for the ruthlessness of the long stick in my hand!" ”

"Amitabha!" Su Duan ignored the words of the nursing home, lowered his face, did not speak, and quietly leaked a trace of the "resentment" stored in his [Artistic Conception of Killing].

The woman in purple suddenly spoke up to stop the movements of the two nurses: "Wait! ”

Sure enough, the trace of resentment overflowing from the Zen was as conspicuous as a light in the night, and it was suddenly sensed by the woman in purple.

She was startled at first, then a look of surprise appeared, and finally quickly returned to normal, the whole process was only a moment, but she was still discovered by Su Xuan, who had been paying attention to her.

"I don't think this little master is lying, it's just that in the past few days, my master has been unwell, and it is not suitable to see people, so he can't confront the little master face to face, so why don't you ask the little master to stay in my Zhuangzi for a few days?"

A charming smile bloomed on the face of the woman in purple, she reached out and grabbed Su Duan's hand tightly, and said secretly in her heart: What a pure resentment, if I can absorb it, my skills will definitely go to the next level, but I can't let this little monk run away!

"The little monk has nothing to do recently, so he will follow the words of the female benefactor!" Su Duan bowed slightly, and secretly hooked the palm of the purple-clothed woman with his fingers.

"Please go inside, little master!" The woman in purple quietly pulled Su Duan and walked towards Zhuangzi, but she secretly sneered in her heart: What little monk is not as lustful as those ordinary people? That's fine, that's exactly what I want!

"I don't know what the female benefactor is called?" Su Duan stepped into the demonic aura cover of Zhujiazhuang, and subconsciously shivered, as if he had entered the Senluo ghost, all the temperature was deprived in an instant, the cold wind continued to invade, and the sunlight above his head could not bring any warmth at all.

"The name of the slave family is Miaomiao, and she is the wife of Zhu Yuanwai Ming Media!" The woman in purple turned her head and smiled slightly, as if she had unintentionally threw a wink and said, "I don't know what the little master is called?" ”

"Sangha Dharma Shakya!" Su Duanmu responded with a sluggish face, as if he was still intoxicated by the charming eyes of the woman in purple: "The little monk has already said it before!" ”

"Yes, yes, yes! It's all to blame for the slave's brain, which doesn't have a long memory! The woman in purple slapped her head and stuck out her tongue, adding a bit of cuteness to her charm and seduction, and her words were full of hints: "The slave family still has some things, please ask the little master to stay in this guest room temporarily, and the slave family will come to look for you later!" ”

"Good, good! The female donor walked slowly" Su Duan said three "good" words, and watched the woman in purple leave with a reluctant face.

When the beauty of the purple clothes completely disappeared from sight, the obsession on his face was suddenly swept away, and he no longer had the same anxious appearance as before!