Chapter Ninety-One: Covered in Lipstick

My grandfather told me that the monk had short stubble on his head, his eyebrows had fallen out, he was not tall, but his feet were very large, twice the size of ordinary people, and he wore a pair of linen shoes.

On the day the monk came to Hongjiaduan, there was a whisper, and the monk carried a black oil-paper umbrella, like a dirty pile of leaves soaked with poisonous mushrooms grown by rain. His sackcloth shoes were splattered with mud, and his trousers were covered with mud spots from the heels. In the expectation of many people in Hongjiaduan, this poisonous mushroom walked in from the wide mud road at the entrance of the village. The whispers added a lot of mystery to him.

On the first night of the monk's visit to Hong's house, another man from a neighboring village died. He lay naked on a clean and tidy bed, and there was not even a single crease in the quilt, as if it had been smoothed out by the dead man himself. The man's daughter-in-law happened to return to her parents' house that night, and the next morning she heard the bad news that spread quickly, and hurried home.

The house was crowded with people, and the monk stood in the center of the crowd, silently chanting the Buddha.

Her man was lying flat on the bed, every inch of his skin was covered with a woman's lipstick. As you can see from the shape of the lipstick, the woman's lips are quite full. Everyone naturally thought of Chuanxiang for the first time.

The man's lifeline was gone, and the wounds on his lower body were covered with yellow mud. The yellow mud was carefully applied so that it did not stain the rest of the place, and the blood that turned black melted into the mud, and the two combined to form a stiff lump.

The poor woman fainted, her face sallow, like a person who had been starving for years and lacking nourishment.

The crowd gathered around, pinched people again, and poured soup again. The monk pushed aside the crowd, crouched down, and "jumped" at her temples several times. The woman woke up, tears crawling out of the corners of her eyes, crying silently. Everyone was chilled when they saw it, and they were persuaded for a while.

"Kill her now!" One woman gritted her teeth and said, "We've been holding back our anger for a long time, but we're afraid of her." Now that the profound monk is here, we are not afraid of her. Get rid of this female ghost early! ”

But there are also people who don't believe that a monk can deal with such a vicious female ghost. An elderly woman asked the monk, "Master, are you sure you have fought that female ghost?" That female ghost is so powerful, I heard that she jumped from a roof more than four feet high, and she didn't even bend her feet.

The monk smiled: "Don't worry, I can solve her alone." Wait at home for the good news. Do not mix with it. I'm going to start casting the spell tonight, don't peek around and eavesdrop, it's better to stay at home and close the doors and windows early. Don't come out whatever you hear. ”

Grandpa was anxious: "What's wrong?" Don't let you see it? ”

Hong Dagang smiled: "I said cousin, do you want to steal the monk's ghost hunting technique?" As soon as the monk arrived in Hongjiaduan, he heard that someone had died in a neighboring village, so he rushed to this village to come and see. Grandpa and Hong Dagang also followed. He was accompanied by several people from Hong Chungeng and Hong Jiaduan.

"Who's killing the fish?" The monk sniffed and asked.

The bystander explained: "The first few people died, and there was this smell in the house. "A fishy smell mixed in with the fresh air after the rain.

The monk nodded and said, "The aura of the ghost prostitute is like this. The man's thing is gone, and it must have been taken away by a ghost prostitute. The ghost prostitute's lower body has a tongue-shaped **, which specializes in devouring men. ”

Hong Chungeng immediately replied: "Yes, yes." The monk is really powerful. That female ghost really has extra meat. ”