"Lead the way, I want to see who is the one who married you." Meng Yao walked over and kicked him.

The ghost nodded busily, and Shenchen encircled Meng Yao into the space, and followed the ghost to find the house of the person who had married him.

Meng Yao stared at the villa in front of her, her eyelids lifted slightly: "You go in first and open the door for us." ”

The ghost didn't dare to disobey at all, and before walking in the door, Meng Yao said faintly: "If you dare to tell him, or don't open the door for us, you will be distracted." ”

The ghost shuddered, lowered its head and hurried through the door.

After a while, the door of the villa was opened, and the ghost watched them cautiously from inside.

Meng Yao and Mingchen walked in with such a swagger, there was no one in the living room, she glanced around casually, and in the center of the living room, there was a Buddha statue.

"Who?" A dull and unpleasant male voice came down the stairs, and a monk in a monk's robe walked down.

Meng Yao tilted her head and stared at him, the corners of her mouth hooked up with a sneer: "You are the one who married that male ghost." It is a declarative sentence, not an interrogative sentence.

A gleam flashed in the monk's cloudy eyes: "I don't know what this young lady is talking about, the monk is a cultivator, and I won't do such a vicious thing as marrying a yin family." ”

Meng Yao stared at him coldly: "It's useless for you to deny it, because I've already confirmed it." ”

The monk's expression flashed with surprise, and then he quickly reined in his emotions, frowned and said, "This young lady, there is no evidence, you can't slander the monk and me." ”

Meng Yao's figure flashed in front of him, and the monk was so frightened that he took a step back, and he was a little unconfident in speaking: "You, you, what are you doing?" ”

"You have no father and no mother, you almost starved to death when you were eight years old, and you were rescued by an old monk, so you simply became a monk, but being a monk pays attention to peace and calmness, and cultivating is the heart, but in your heart, there is endless desire. Hope. ”

"You are lustful. Hope, not satisfied with the status quo, stealing forbidden books in the temple to study, being driven down the mountain by the old monk, you live by marrying people, watching feng shui, and exorcism of ghosts. ”

"Gradually, I have become a little famous, but--although the things you learn are considered to come from the temple, they are not orthodox cultivation at all, and if you do this kind of thing too much, your yin virtue will be damaged a lot."

"You are destined to be alone without a wife and children in this life."

"Am I right?" Meng Yao tilted his head to look at him, the corners of his mouth hooked into a smile, but his eyes were cold.

The monk was already paralyzed on the ground in fright, and he had been wandering outside for so many years, knowing that he had met a capable person.

He opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Meng Yao stared at him, his eyes became colder and colder, and the aura on his body became stronger and stronger: "You have harmed so many people, I will be in charge today, and you will have the remaining ten years of yang life, forget it, you can go to the underworld to report now." ”

The monk looked at her in horror and shouted in disbelief: "No! How do you decide how long a person will live?! You don't have that right! What are you?!! You can't deprive me of my longevity! You are violating the laws of heaven and earth like this, and you will be punished by heaven!! ”

Shenchen's eyes were deep, narrowed slightly, and the murderous aura in his body went towards the monk, who couldn't help but shrink his shoulders and look at him with fear in his eyes.

Shenchen withdrew the look placed on him and burned a piece of talisman paper, proving with his actions whether they had this right or not. Take a hundred plating on the latest chapter of the "Psychic Golden Claw Book House" to read for free for the first time.