"White Snake Green Snake?"

He Cheng looked up strangely, glanced at Xiaoshuang, and asked her, "Is the white snake called Bai Suzhen?" ”

"The white snakes and green snakes are all thousand-year-old monsters, but they haven't transformed for a long time, they just passed by, they didn't stay for a long time, and Xiaoshuang didn't have contact with them"

Seeing that the banshee was puzzled, He Cheng suddenly remembered that the monster was not a human being, and he didn't care about the name at all.

The tree demon has been cultivated for thousands of years and is still called grandma, and the two banshees are called Xiaoxue and Xiaoshuang, and they are taken at will when they hear it.

"In addition to these two passing snakes, are there other thousand-year-old monsters around?"

Xiaoshuang closed her eyes and thought for a while, then opened her eyes suddenly:

"Follow the trade route to the Western Regions, there is a nest of centipede essence, grandma occupied Montenegro and they also had an intersection with them, I heard that they slaughtered the entire temple, and put on human skin to be a monk, the centipede essence with the highest ability has become an immortal and a Buddha, some time ago passed through Montenegro and went to the capital!"

"Centipede Spirit"

The monks of the Western Regions dressed up, centipede essence, became immortals and Buddhas, and went to the capital.

Isn't it the centipede spirit in the second part of A Chinese Ghost Story?

He Cheng thought in his heart that the ability of this centipede essence was not low, but he didn't expect that he had become an immortal!

"Go and poke his centipede nest, and get bitten back, it's trouble"

He Cheng slapped his thigh, clenched his fist and walked to the door, looking east at the entire collapsed Dongmian Mountain.

Before he made a move, everyone knew that he couldn't fight the Dryad, and now the Dryad didn't fold in his hand, lost the bark, and escaped with only the roots?

"! Centipede essence is also on the recipe! ”

He is the way to kill, nourish and kill, if the turtle shrinks and learns to worship the moon as a zombie, it is possible to become a flying zombie for a thousand years.

100 years is too long!

Stuffed in the coffin for thousands of years, not to mention turning into a legendary drought, the gods and Buddhas are invincible from then on. Maybe less than a thousand years later, he went mad.

A carriage headed west along a trade route, and men wrapped in thick clothes defended the wind and flicked their whips.

From time to time, small centipedes crawled out of the cracks in the dirt road, ran over the wheels, and fled in fright.

When it was getting dark, the wind was heavy and the weather was colder, and it was a little difficult for the horses to walk.

The strong wind blew open the curtain of the car, causing the female relatives in the car to scream again and again.

"Husband, it's so cold," a delicate voice came from the car.

"Can we really get rich if we go to the Western Regions?" Another voice asked.

"If you don't go to the Western Regions, how can you fill your stomach?"

The man sighed, "There's a temple ahead, we should be able to rest!" ”

"Phew!"

The carriage stopped in front of the lama temple.

Unlike ordinary Buddhist temples, there is no walled temple combination, but it is composed of five towering halls with carved beams and paintings, which are connected to each other, but the buildings are independent of each other.

There are also four living Buddha mansions and a mourning hall where the ashes of living Buddhas are placed.

The exterior walls of all buildings are painted with a layer of white lime to make the Buddhist temple look innocent and elegant.

The man who was driving the carriage got out of the carriage and led the horse to the monk who was looking at the door.

"Amitabha, this master, the wind and sand are too strong today, and there is no place to settle around, can you let us spend the night here?"

"I've asked the abbot about this."

"It's convenient for pedestrians, it's convenient for yourself, master!" As he spoke, the man stretched out his hand from his thick garment, took a piece of silver, and handed it out.

"I don't want this, you wait here, I'll ask the abbot"

After saying that, the lama braved the strong wind and trotted into the main hall.

"It's all good stuff," the man pulled back the gray cloth scarf that covered his mouth, his eyes focused on the four living Buddha temples.

After a short while, the lama just trotted back.

"Layman, please inside, we have arranged for someone to clean the guest room for staying, but is it in your carriage?"

"All down!"

The man beckoned.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and two women who had wrapped themselves tightly stepped down.

"Untie the turban, and don't let the master mistake us for some wanted criminal!"

The two women obediently untied their headscarves and revealed their faces.

They are all the faces of the closed moon shy flowers, but one is light and beautiful, the other is more dexterous, but less popular.

Hear someone swallowing softly.

"Three laymen, please inside"

"Thank you, Master, you should take this money, we never take advantage" The man stuffed the silver into the lama's hand, and his fingers touched his palm casually.

His nails seemed to be highly poisonous, and the lama's palm suddenly turned black.

The lama himself did not react, reluctantly accepted the money, and led the way.

"There is a room here, where the three laymen can rest for the night and leave tomorrow."

"Thank you, Master!" The lady clasped her hands together and thanked her.

The lama's own awkward response seemed to be rarely used.

The door was closed.

The man unbuttoned his heavy clothes.

These three people are He Cheng, Yan Hong and Banshee Xiaoshuang.

Xiaoshuang took off her heavy clothes, "Corpse King, is it really here?" I remember that the temple should have been a hundred miles west to meet it, and these are living people, how can they be monsters? ”

"Of course it's a human being from the outside, but it's hard to say from the inside."

Empty the human flesh, heart, lungs, and internal organs, and put on human skin like clothes, unless you have a sharp eye, you can't see through their differences.

He Cheng's eyes that can see the level of cultivation are not much worse than fiery eyes.

What he could confirm the most was that the monk was poisoned by the corpse, but he didn't react, obviously wearing a layer of human skin.

"Master, what shall we do?" Yan Hong asked softly.

"They must have wanted to eat meat when they left us, but I also wanted to eat their meat."

He rubbed his hands together and flicked his sleeves, and there was an extra pastry in his hand.

"It smells so good."

Xiaoshuang wrinkled her nose and smelled a lot of fragrance.

Termites, dragonflies, bees, mealworms, crickets, beetles, cakes made of insects, and monsters turned into birds and finches by Xiaoshuang of course.

It's not just birds that love to eat, centipedes too.

"I'm going to pay homage to the Living Buddha, and you can take some for the masters in the temple to eat."

"Yes, husband," the voice said deliberately louder.

Squeak

The wooden door was pushed open, and the three of them came out with a few lockets, and each of them spread out.

He Cheng walked towards the Living Buddha Temple with a delicate small wooden box, but the two lamas at the door stopped him, "Layman, inside is the place where the Living Buddha rests, please don't disturb"

The lama still fights with his tongue when he speaks.

"I brought some pastries and wanted to find a living Buddha to solve my doubts!"

"This"

But there was a vicissitudes of voice inside: "Please come in."

"Yes"

The lama at the door took a step back, clasped his hands together and said, "Layman, please come in"

"Thank you!"

Entering the temple, there was an old lama sitting on the futon, shrugging his nose and gently sticking out his tongue and adding a circle of lips.

Afraid that He Cheng would see it, the Living Buddha coughed lightly, cleared his throat and asked, "What confusion does the layman have?" ”

He Cheng walked up to the living Buddha and put the pastry in front of him.

"Taste it, it's delicious"

"This" The living Buddha looked embarrassed, then shook off his reserve, opened the wooden box, and took a piece and put it in his mouth.

Eat one piece, eat another.

The food in the small box bottomed out, and the living Buddha stopped.

"Layman, what's the confusion?"

"I want to ask, centipedes become essences, are you afraid that birds will become essences?"

"Birds?" The Living Buddha suddenly opened his eyes, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyebrows, but he pressed down with "Amitabha".

"What do you mean?"

"What do you mean?"

He Cheng stepped on the small table with one foot and raised his hand to grab the living Buddha!

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