The stick holder in Niu Chuming's hand cracked, and the stick was scattered on the ground.

Song Bei'er bent down, picked up the sticks on the ground one by one, and said, "Cousin, the quality of this sticks is not good, I'll get you another one." ”

Between her bending over, her curves were exposed, exquisite, Niu Chuming looked at it, her face turned red, and she hurriedly looked away, just responding: "Okay." ”

On the other side, Bai Taojun also stuffed Fang Yue with a lottery holder, urging Fang Yue to hurry up and ask for a signature.

Fang Yue stared at her and said, "Alas, I said Senior Sister Bai, why are you so active?" ”

Bai Taojun's face turned red, and she said angrily: "As a senior sister, can't I care about the marriage of my junior brother?" Don't be sluggish, hurry up, I'm going to see what you're going to get. ”

Fang Yue shook his head helplessly, and shook it with the sticker.

He was a little careless, shaking his hand casually, and two sticks fell out of the holder.

Bai Taojun was more anxious than Fang Yue himself, so he quickly picked up a lottery from the ground, took it in his hand, and said, "Hey, why is it a sign?" ”

said, read the above signature: "The mountains and rivers are rugged, the road is rugged, after a career, it is laborious to dig stones and rivers, and there is no way to get good gold and jade." ”

Qiu Shiyan shook his head lightly and said, "Shake out two sticks, this doesn't count." ”

As she spoke, she also bent down to pick up another sign on the ground, and stared at it, it was a sign, a signature: Nine dragons spit water and Mu Jin, and the lotus seat is married. The phoenix is a mortal species, and it has been in the sky all the time.

Bai Taojun put the two sticks back into the sticker and said, "Come, junior brother, you shake it again." ”

Fang Yue shook his head and said, "Forget it, don't shake it, just two just now." ”

Bai Taojun said: "That's not good, how can there be two marriage signs, is it possible that you still want to marry two?" You shake it again, just once, okay. ”

Fang Yue touched his chin and muttered, "It's not impossible."

Seeing Qiu Shiyan and Bai Taojun staring at him, Fang Yue said, "What I said is to shake it again, it's not impossible."

He took the holder and shook it again, and suddenly saw Niu Chuming and Song Bei'er walking towards the backyard of the temple.

Fang Yue stopped and asked, "Where are you going?"

Niu Chuming said: "The bottle said that a few peach trees have been planted in the backyard of the temple, and they are about to bloom, so they want to take me to see them."

Fang Yue said: "Are there peach blossoms?" Then I'll check it out. ”

Song Bei'er glanced at Niu Chuming, her face was ruddy, she stomped her feet slightly, and said in a long voice: "Senior Brother Fang, I want to go with my cousin."

Fang Yue realized that he was thinking of himself as a light bulb, so he said, "Okay, okay, then you go."

Niu Chuming and Song Bei'er went to the backyard to see the peach tree, and Fang Yue continued to shake the stick, which would fall out of it.

Bai Taojun hurriedly picked it up, and when he saw it, it was the one of the two sticks just now.

Fang Yue felt that it was done, and stuffed the stick holder back to Bai Taojun, and said, "Okay, let's go out for a walk."

As he was talking, Fang Yue's face suddenly moved, and he said in a deep voice: "There is yin qi in the backyard."

……

Song Bei'er took Niu Chuming to the backyard of the temple.

The two of them wandered around the courtyard and unconsciously came to a wall, where an old monk was drawing with a brush.

Niu Chuming looked at the paintings on the wall and said in surprise: "Why are all the paintings on it all evil ghosts?"

When the old monk heard this, he stopped writing, turned his head, and looked at Niu Chuming with empty eyes.

Niu Chuming was shocked by the appearance of the old monk.

Before he could react, there was a great suction force in the old monk's hollow eyeballless sockets.

The next moment, Niu Chuming's face was stiff, and he stood still in place.

The old monk turned around and continued to paint on the wall.

This time, it was a painting of a person, and with a few brushstrokes, a person was sketched.

Although it is a simple stroke, it seems that it is clearly the appearance of Niu Chuming.

At this moment, Niu Chuming was surrounded by a group of ghosts.

"This matter is over, the favor owed to you has been repaid, and the old man will soon re-enter reincarnation." The old monk said.

Song Bei'er just wanted to speak, but suddenly sensed something, her face changed slightly, and said, "Someone is coming."

……

When Fang Yue came to the backyard of the temple, he saw Song Bei'er holding Niu Chuming, looking at an old monk with a frightened expression.

The old monk's beard and hair were all white, and he looked like a high-ranking monk.

But a pair of eyeballs disappeared somehow, leaving only empty eye sockets, which made his original appearance of a high-ranking monk a little terrifying.

Fang Yue glanced at the wall, which was painted with a hellish scene where a group of ghosts were rampant, and the source of the yin qi was painted on this wall.

"What's going on?" Fang Yue asked Song Bei'er.

"I, I don't know. My cousin and I walked around here, and when we saw this monk painting on this wall, we stopped here to look at it, but I didn't expect my cousin to become like this. Song Bei'er said with a panicked face.

Fang Yue glanced at Song Bei'er and saw that she had tears on her face, and her panicked expression didn't seem to be fake.

looked at Niu Chuming who was held in her arms again, his eyes were wide open, his expression was stiff, but he was motionless.

Looking back at the painting on the wall, he saw a black figure drawn in ink, exactly like Niu Chuming, surrounded by ghosts.

Fang Yue looked at the old monk and said coldly, "Is it your hand?" ”

The old monk said: "Entrusted by others." ”

Fang Yue saw that Niu Chuming was in danger in the mural, and he didn't care about talking to the old monk, so he slapped his palm towards the old monk.

This mural was so weird, Fang Yue couldn't solve it.

Of course, he can use the flame palm to destroy the mural with one palm, but how to save Niu Chuming in the painting is powerless.

Therefore, the top priority is to capture the old monk and force him to release him.

Fang Yue slapped a flaming palm towards the old monk, thinking about injuring him first and then capturing him.

There was a sound of "bang", the palm was slapped solidly, and there was a sound of broken tendons, and the old monk vomited blood and flew out.

Fang Yue was taken aback, he didn't expect the old monk to be so useless, he only used a few points of strength in this palm, it was mostly a temptation, but he didn't expect that the old monk couldn't even eat this palm.

The old monk got up from the ground, sat cross-legged, folded his hands, and said, "Thank you for your success." ”

After that, he closed his eyes and died, no longer moving.

Fang Yue frowned, stepped forward to sniff, and touched his heart, this old monk really died like this.

The culprit is dead, but the paintings on the walls are still there.

Fang Yue looked at the wall and found a strange thing, those ghost things that surrounded Niu Chuming did not come forward to bite and devour Niu Chuming, but pounced one by one, and then merged into Niu Chuming's black body outlined in ink.

As the ghosts made of ink fused with Niu Chuming's body one after another, Niu Chuming's body also painted with ink in the mural became stronger and stronger.

It's like a few balls of ink, fused into a ball.

"This is ......" Fang Yue didn't understand the changes in this, and he didn't know if it was good or bad, but it was difficult to be a good thing to get involved with ghosts.

Niu Chuming and his senior brother, although it is more nominal, but it is also a senior brother, and it is natural to save it.

Fang Yue thought about it, this situation can't be solved by brute force, so he can only try other methods.

Thinking of this, he silently said in his heart: "Dementor." ”

A rattle the size of a palm appeared in Fang Yue's hand.

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