Outside the Li Mansion, not far from the mansion of this high-ranking family, a figure leaned out half of his body from an alley corner, stared at the gate of the Li Mansion, hooked the corners of his mouth, and smiled lightly.

This is a Taoist priest, with jasper hairpins, cloud shoes, and a cyan robe, which can be said to be a fairy wind bone.

That face is extremely handsome, and the corners of the mouth are only slightly hooked, showing a trace of seductive and strange charm.

The handsome Taoist smiled, turned around, and walked deeper into the alley.

But in the moment he turned around, his face had become gloomy.

There was a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"Strange, what went wrong?"

The handsome Taoist walked in the narrow alley, muttering to himself.

"Could it be that this Mao God has a different heart?"

"Hmph, if that's the case, the real person will not rest."

"Little mortals, even if you dare to offend the true immortals, I will let you wait for a hardship first, hehe......"

The sound of chuckling wafted through the alley, and the Taoist was gone.

……

Lee House.

Chen Yi was dragged by the bad old man and came to the front yard under the wide wall.

The two crimson doors were wide open, and on one of them, there was something struggling.

The whole body was as black as ink, only a sparse messy hair was terrifyingly blue, and there were two bits of miserable green light in the deep eyes.

The two claws were as dry as old doves, and they were climbing on the door, their bloody mouths wide open, their mouths full of sharp teeth, and thick blood overflowing, as if they were trying to get out of the door.

As he struggled, a fishy juice as thick as ink continued to spill out of thin air from the door.

The bad old man was smoky from afar.

The old butler finally stood firm, covering his nose, still dizzy from the smoke.

While retreating, the other hand waved again and again: "Little monk, you quickly chant the scriptures to exorcise ghosts, if you drive away the ghosts, you will not be able to do your benefit!" ”

Chen Yi tugged at the corners of his mouth, too lazy to meet this bad old man.

I looked at the thing on the door.

This thing seems to be a real thing.

He thought it was just someone playing tricks.

Now it seems that that Taoist priest can still draw a ghost, and he really has some skills.

The Dao technique of this world is not as weak as he imagined, at least it is still very peculiar and interesting.

Chen Yi looked at the evil ghost that was about to come out of the door, and looked back again.

The bad old man was clamoring to die for his family, but now he didn't even dare to look at it.

Shaking his head and thinking about it, Chen Yi put one hand in his sleeve, and with a flick of his fingers, a ball of golden energy came out.

The golden energy rose in the wind, and only halfway through, it had become more than a person tall, like a real transparent golden bell, covering the evil ghost on the door.

"Roar!"

The demon only had time to let out a terrible roar, and then it was covered by the golden bell.

With a slight twist of one hand, the Admiralty trapped the evil ghost, as if there was an invisible rope, and it was pulled over.

With a flick of his sleeves, the Admiralty demons were all put away by him.

Chen Yi's actions are not the slightest bit of fireworks, but between lightning and flint

Before the terrifying-looking demon could crawl out and exert his might, he was inexplicably locked up in a small black room.

Naturally, the bad old man couldn't be seen.

Although his realm has not increased for a period of time, his mastery of what he has learned is increasing day by day.

All kinds of martial arts can be used at will.

For example, this trapped ghost golden bell is learned and used by the golden bell jar that was originally used for defense.

The subtlety of the mysteries is far beyond the original method.

"Oops!"

Chen Yi exclaimed dryly: "Why is the evil ghost gone?" ”

"Huh?"

The old butler, who covered his nose with his hands and covered his face with his sleeves, was stunned when he heard this, and removed some of his sleeves in disbelief, and saw that the door was indeed empty.

On the ground in front of the door, only a pool of thick ink remained.

"Huh?"

It's really gone!?

The old butler rubbed his eyes and looked at it a few times, and finally he mustered up his courage and trotted over.

I stretched out my nose and smelled it, but there was no fishy and unpleasant smell of the right people, just a faint ink fragrance.

I was bold again, and I reached out and touched the door, and it was intact.

The old butler let out a long breath.

Chen Yi saw him and felt slightly funny, but the smile on his face quickly froze.

The old butler walked out of the door, looked left and right, looked up to the sky and sighed: "Oh, it seems that the real man painted this evil ghost is just because of our negligence, so he used a little magic power, a small punishment and a big precept, it is really a true moral cultivation!" ”

"Alas! It's just that the little old man is dizzy, he doesn't know the real person, and he misses such a master, otherwise he ......"

Sighing and sighing, the old housekeeper glanced back at Chen Yi, sighed heavily, and shook his head again and again.

If you don't ask for moral cultivation, you will offend the real person, and you will be in the family of an incompetent person who is like a flower monk, which is really old and confused.

“……”

Chen Yi was also seen by the bad old man's eyes, and the corners of his forehead were beating.

"Now that the evil ghost is gone, little monk, you can go to the mourning hall to recite the scriptures for my master, although it is useless, if it is late today, there is nowhere to find the master and monk, it is also impossible, there can be no one to recite the scriptures, so that my master can be cold in the coffin for a night."

Regardless of whether Chen Yi agreed or not, he walked past him privately.

While walking, he also said to himself: "That real man said that he could bring the old man back to life, and since he has such magical powers, he will not deceive him in the future, or not, my lord, the old servant is dim-eyed, and he has offended the real person, until the old man misses the opportunity, tomorrow the old servant will go out to find the real person, even if he wants the old servant to make amends with his life, he will not be unwilling to ...... at all."

Looking at his back in a hurry, he simply regarded Chen Yi as a transparent person.

“……”

I endure!

Chen also did not touch his sleeves and left.

He really did what the bad old man said, and went to recite the scriptures to the winner in life.

The bad old man finally didn't really forget him, maybe as he said, he just didn't want his old man to lie in the coffin and be lonely and cold, so in line with the plan of waste utilization, he ordered a family member to lead Chen Yi to the mourning hall.

The mourning hall is arranged in a very spacious hall.

Although the eyes are plain and white, they are also exquisite and luxurious.

The heavy coffin parked in the hall is obviously not extraordinary.

According to local customs, the lid of the coffin was not closed before the hour came.

Chen Yi came to the coffin and saw the steamed bun filling inside...... Well, a young man with a bloodless face and a little gray in his paleness lay quietly in the coffin.

The body was covered with luxurious satin, and the coffin was also scattered with gold beads and jade.

Chen Yi glanced at it and shook his head.

has a lot of money, a beautiful wife and a beautiful concubine, and is still an official, what a comfortable life.

It's a pity that he was not murdered by "people"?

So, the fate of this man is really interesting.

Some people work all their lives, running around for a living, and they may not be able to earn a single thing in the coffin in front of them in a few lifetimes.

But some people have everything since they were born.

It's just that the former may have a mediocre life, but it is a peaceful life.

The latter, however, is like this young man.

At a young age, he could only lie in this coffin.

Wanguan family wealth, beautiful wives and concubines, maybe they have to be enjoyed by others......

"Thousands of family fortunes, but only in exchange for these three feet of land......"

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

The game on Chen Yi's face disappeared, showing a bit of compassion.

Others can't see it, but he can see at a glance the strong demonic aura of this winner in life.

And although he looks like he is only twenty-seven or eighteen, his physical body is lacking in essence, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is so weak that he is seventy-eight.

Even if you don't die now, you won't live for a few years.

Thinking of the seven beautiful women he had seen before, Chen Yi shook his head.

Beauty is harmful.

"Although your housekeeper is very bad, but you and I meet, it can be regarded as fate, and the little monk will read a few verses for you,"

Chen Yi looked at the person in the coffin and sighed.

"But ......"

He glanced back at the empty mourning hall outside of himself, and smiled: "You have to be patient and wait, wait until the little monk finishes eating this melon......