There is no wind today, so it is suitable for travel.

I held a bag of hazelnuts in my left hand, and dragged the reluctant Bai Wuchang brother in my right hand, and said as I walked: "I said Brother Bai, you nest in the hut every day, full of musty smell. Girl, I'm kind enough to take you out for a walk, don't you cry with a sad face, okay? ”

Bai Wuchang spit out his long tongue, and said weakly: "Grandma, it's good that you spare me, I have to go out tomorrow to hook the soul, don't take me into trouble!" ”

As soon as I heard what he said, I was very depressed, and I couldn't help but glance at him and said, "Didn't you just steal a few jars of nectar from the third sister and smear a few pages of the book of the king of Hades!" Do you talk about it every day! ”

Bai Wuchang had a bitter face: "Grandma, what your old man stole is a thousand-year-old flower brew, and what he paints is a book of life and death!" ”

I was about to refute him, but I saw the spirits scattered in front of me, all of them looking flustered, as if they were running for their lives.

My eyes lit up and I stopped a dark ghost: "Big brother, what's going on ahead?" ”

The ghost said quickly: "Master Meng Po and that one are fighting again!" Little Seventh Sister, can you let me go first? I can't stand the wind and waves! ”

"Fighting?" My eyes lit up, how could I care about this ghost, and I squeezed forward with white impermanence.

"Hua Xiaoqi, what are you going to do again? Grandma, can you let me go home? Bai Wuchang struggled weakly in the back, not because he couldn't break free, but because he was afraid of hurting me.

I turned around, squeezed my eyes at him and said, "Xiao Baibai, my sister will take you to the play, and the snacks will be brought, and you will be divided in half when the time comes!" ”

In this way, Bai Wuchang was half-dragged and half-dragged by me to the side of the Nai He Bridge.

On weekdays, the ghostly Nai He Bridge is shrouded in a golden light, and Sanskrit dots are faintly visible in the golden light. The source of the golden light is a little monk in white. He was not clothed in a robe, but a rosary hung from his chest, and his golden pupils were full of compassion.

Buddhist magic has a restraining effect on the yin spirit, so even the naughty ghosts who have always loved to watch the excitement are far away.

Xu was a dull talent, and my cultivation was not high, and I didn't think that this Buddha light had any negative impact on me, so I pinched a trick, called out my rattan chair and flower table, and pulled Bai Wuchang, who was trembling, to sit down and watch the play.

I nibbled on the hazelnuts while looking in the direction of the golden light, and saw Meng Po, who was dressed in red, unaffected by the light of the Buddha, and moved freely.

"Oh, Brother Bai, why is Sister Meng Po not afraid of the Buddha's light."

Bai Wuchang hid behind the rattan chair, not daring to meet the Buddha's light head-on, and said tremblingly: "Lord Meng Po is not a ghost and a penance, but a fairy in the sky, so he is naturally not afraid of the Buddha's light. ”

I was about to ask, but Bai Wuchang rolled his eyes and fell down. Looking at his soul body that was tightly blocked by the rattan chair, the corners of my mouth couldn't help twitching, this pretending to be faint is too fake!

I wanted to tease Bai Wuchang, but I heard a hoarse voice, which seemed to be a teenager's voice change: "Amitabha, Master Meng, the sea of suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore." ”

Meng Po sneered: "You monk, you are very unreasonable, I have been in Huangquan for more than a thousand years, but I have never heard of my fateful duties!" If you disturb my cultivation, don't blame me for being ruthless! ”

The little monk recited another Buddhist phrase in his mouth, but he stopped talking. I knew in my heart that he had already said a lot of words of persuasion, but Meng Po had not listened to a word. I think I understand the suffering of Sister Meng Po, because when I get into trouble on weekdays, Bai Wuchang is also whispering in my ear like this!

Just as I was dazed, the little monk had already pinched the trick with both hands, and a golden light array suddenly appeared above Meng Xi.

Meng Xi's eyes froze, and he accepted the frivolous attitude, and sacrificed the magic weapon, wanting to break this formation.

The little monk was not in a hurry, and recited a few words of Buddha words in his mouth, and the string of prayer beads on his chest spread out, and one hundred and eight Buddha beads fell into the array, and the small array suddenly increased, blooming with dazzling golden light!