Stared at her incredulously.

[You, you don't care? 】

"No—"

She blinked.

"If you run away from the soul, you have to catch the soul back."

[Then catch it!] 】

The system is fried.

[You don't catch it, wait for him to toss himself to death?!] 】

"This-"

Si Ruan looked at the crazy system and said seriously:

"If I go and catch him, he'll die."

【？？ Why? 】

The system is very confused, not only confused, but also very puzzled.

[Why, if you go to catch it, he will die directly? ] 】

"He's crispy—"

A certain girl said with a look of course:

"It's so crisp that you can break it when you drag your hair, and you can knock it off when you pat your back, if you catch it, how can he not die?"

【……】

The system opens its mouth.

only to find himself speechless.

Although, normal people are basically like this.

But.

Who made this dead woman's force value really terrifying to the point of perversion?

Even it can be torn by hand, let alone a living person.

Therefore, the basic situation of normal people is crispy in her eyes, and there is really nothing wrong with stepping on a horse-

Ah, my heart is so tired.

[So what to do?] 】

It's powerless.

So, sometimes it's not a good thing to be too strong?

Before, it must have had some misunderstanding about being too strong, so that it would feel invincible and convenient.

"Hmm-"

Si Ruan nodded his chin and thought about it.

"Tie him up, and then find a monk to catch his soul."

【…… Well, that's all there is to it. 】

The system is helpless.

But that's all there is to it for now.

And so.

It looks at its host, whose strength is off the charts.

Wrap it casually, wrap it up, and turn the young man into a silkworm chrysalis, pick it up and walk out.

The posture of lifting the chick with the eagle, the corners of the system's mouth twitched.

It's good, it's strong.

This host is quite invincible.

Qinglan Temple.

Master Zen Ming who is preparing to go to the evening class.

He was taken aback by the 'thing' that was suddenly thrown in front of him.

"Amitabha—"

He said the Buddha name.

He looked at the boy who was wrapped in a quilt in front of him, struggling wildly.

He looked up at the woman in white who appeared in front of him without any life.

The woman is very young, about two years old.

At this time, he looked at him with a pair of bright and clear eyes, and pointed at the young man.

Slowly:

"Master, he's gone."

"Running souls?"

Over forty years old, a very healthy Zen master, was stunned for a moment, and hesitated:

"Did you lose your soul?"

"Almost."

The woman nodded.

"The soul is unstable, haunted by nightmares, and can't wake up."

"Amitabha—"

Master Zen Ming, dressed in a brown robe, nodded.

"If that's the case, you need to do something, call him back from his dream, ask the donor to wait for a while, and the poor monk will make some preparations."

"Master Lao."

Si Ruan blinked, stepped aside and sat down.

Not for a moment.

Master Zen Ming led the two young monks to lay out the necessary objects one by one.

Then he looked at the girl.

Put your hands together and say:

"Amitabha, the poor monk now needs to clean his clothes for this donor, so it's a good practice, and the donor should take a short rest in the compartment first-"

"Okay."

She nodded and stepped out of the meditation room.

After a breath.

There was a whisper in the meditation room, and the sound of chanting in the voice of the Buddha was murmuring.

[Host——]

The system took a look at the meditation room not far away.

Then he looked at the woman who had chosen a random place to sit down and asked:

[Along the way, I passed through many temples, how did you choose such a defeated temple? ] Is there any reason for this? 】

After all, this woman is very troublesome.