The winter night came early, just after five o'clock, and the sky was already dark and dark.

Zhao Heitie and the monk sat around a shabby table of eight immortals, and Zhao Heitie turned out the good wine left over from the box under the bed.

With a respectful face, he got up and poured wine for the monk, "Master, it's really a god." This first glass of wine, thank you master for saving the lives of the children in the village. Come...... ......."

Village Chief Zhao is also a good drinker, and he drank the wine in the bowl with a grunt.

The monk picked up the bowl, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, shaking his head. Where can such wine enter his mouth? He can take care of everything in terms of clothing, food, shelter, and transportation, but this wine is not a good wine that does not enter his throat.

"Brother Zhao, I didn't say you, you can also call it wine. Come, brother, I'll give you a taste. The monk didn't care about the image at all, put one leg on the bench, stretched out his hand and patted Zhao Heitie's shoulder heavily, and Zhao Heitie grinned directly, but he didn't dare to speak, only laughed with a bitter face.

"Division...... Tutor...... No, old brother, don't be pretentious, if you have any good wine, you can also take out any good wine for my brother and me to taste, and you can brag to the people in the village when you go back, we are also the master who has drunk immortal wine. Zhao Heitie smiled flatteringly.

The monk untied the gourd from his waist and slammed it on the table. Pointing to the gourd, he deliberately lowered his voice and said: "It's not my brother, I'm bragging, I have this wine, and I want to drink the second bowl after you drank the first bowl." ”

Zhao Heitie looked at the gourd on the table, which looked quite ordinary, and was suspicious of the monk's words, only to see the monk gently pull out the wooden stopper, and the room was instantly filled with the aroma of wine.

Zhao Heitie closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his face showed an extremely intoxicated expression, even more intoxicated than the groom official who tried Yunyu for the first time, Zhao Heitie swallowed his saliva violently, and consciously handed over the bowl.

Seeing that the monk only poured half a bowl for him, he suddenly became anxious and shouted, "Brother, you can't do this." How can there be a reason to pour wine to people and not be full. ”

The monk smiled meaningfully, "If you don't get drunk after drinking this half bowl, how much do you say?" I'll pour you as much as I want! What do you think? ”

Zhao Heitie was a little unwilling to admit defeat, if he wanted to say that he might really admit it in other aspects, as for drinking, if he ranked second in the whole village, who would dare to rank first.

According to the amount of wine he has, half a catty is the mouthful. Zhao Heitie held the determination to win, raised his head and drank half a bowl of wine, and after drinking, he showed the monk the bottom of the bowl facing up.

"Brother, you see you lose, you have to know how much I drink, that's ten miles and eight villages....... Sniff...... Name....... ......."

Before he finished speaking, he fell on the table with a grunt.

The monk's face was full of regret, thinking that Zhao Heitie's goods were like Zhu Bajie eating the fruits of life, and spoiled his good wine.

"Cuihua, your man has drunk too much, hurry up and help him into the house to rest." The monk shouted in the direction of the kitchen.

When Ruan Cuihua arrived at the main house, she saw that the monk was about to go out, so she asked curiously: "Master, this dish hasn't been moved yet, why is it leaving?" And it's not safe to go out in the cold and snow. ”

The monk pulled the bolt of the door, and a biting cold wind blew in his face, and replied, "I'll go to the Ling family's house to guard." Rest early, too. ”

Ruan Cuihua thought for a while and asked, "Master, you just came to our village, you are not familiar with the place, how do you know which direction the Ling family's house is?" ”

At this time, the monk had already leaned out half of his body, and turned around and said, "Can this little thing still stump me?" ”

That's nature, how could such a thing stump a monk? In the whole village, where is the heaviest death, where is the Ling family?

The wind mixed with the blizzard hurt people's faces, but these were trivial matters for the monk. Performing the light body exercises, he rushed towards the west of the village.

After a few moments, the monk stopped in front of a thatched hut, where the corpse was at its heaviest. This is a common three-entry house in the countryside, and the door of the house is open, revealing a black hole in all directions, just like the dark cave of those monsters in Journey to the West.

The monk was accustomed to this, so he was not afraid, carefully avoiding the corpse placed in the center of the room, and fumbled to light the only broken kerosene lamp left in the room.

Flickering lights illuminate this messy house. As if a tsunami had passed, there was nothing left but two door panels under the corpses.

The monk shook his head helplessly and recited Amitabha. Then he got busy. The monk took out a roll of red thread from his arms, this red thread is not the thread used by ordinary people for sewing, it is a thread buried in the incense ash stove and has been subjected to the smell of incense for many years, for ordinary ghosts, it is not a problem.

Then he went to the courtyard at the back of the house and folded a peach branch, and then folded it into the length of half a pen, and around the corpse, pressed nine peach branches, each of which was half the length of a knuckle. He tied the red thread to these peach branches and surrounded the corpse within the red thread.

Since ancient times, peach branches have had the function of warding off evil spirits. In many places in country C, if there is a newborn baby in the family, a peach branch tied with a red thread will be tied to the lintel of the main entrance, and then a mirror will be hung. In order to prevent the invasion of evil spirits. Protect your child's safe growth.

The monk clapped his hands, stood up and checked the circle again, and took out another talisman from his bosom, on which it seemed to be written in Sanskrit.

The monk was very cautious to put the talisman on Li Juying's forehead, but the talisman was not ordinary in the end, as soon as it touched Li Juying's corpse, it was tightly attached to the corpse's forehead, which was more effective than today's 502 glue.

The wind outside rattled the talisman, but it could not blow the talisman away from the forehead of the dead body.

After doing all this, the monk breathed a long sigh of relief, sat cross-legged, and began his daily meditation practice.

The cold wind cried out, like the cries of countless unjust souls in hell, and the flickering lights were suddenly extinguished in a gloomy cold wind. The real room was plunged into darkness.

At this time, it was exactly twelve o'clock in the morning.

The female corpse lying on the door panel actually moved, writhing and struggling all over her body, but the range of movement was very small, as if she was grabbed by an invisible hand on her limbs, and she could only helplessly borrow the strength of her torso to break free.

The planks beneath the corpses made a subtle creaking sound. The monk's originally closed eyes suddenly opened, his gaze was like electricity, and he shouted in the direction of the dead body: "Evil animal." ”

The sound is like thunder rolling in the sky, with a thick Buddha sound. In the darkness, there seemed to be a pale gold swastika that shot at the dead like a sharp sword.

Li Juying's corpse instantly fell silent, no longer moving, like a real dead person.

Seeing that the corpse was quiet, the monk continued to close his eyes and meditate. After a while, I felt a lazy voice coming from my ears.

"It's really hateful to be bold and evil, to dare to mess with my practice. Do you think a little illusion can trap a poor monk? But it's ridiculous. The monk roared.

His hands were sealed, and he recited in his mouth: "Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon, World-Honored Dizang, Prajna Buddhas, disillusionment and delusion." ”

The surrounding scene disappeared as quickly as if it were retreating, and soon returned to the original black thatched house.

The monk thought for a while and said to himself: "Anyway, that feeling just now was so fucking real, the poor monk who hurt him almost did something."

Then he smashed his mouth unsatisfied, and if he knew that he would do it later, he could practice his concentration. I just don't know what size the softness is on my body?

The monk smiled extremely obscenely, but his gaze seemed to penetrate the void, looking at a certain place in the woods in the distance.

In addition to some residual obsessions, where does the dead corpse in front of him have the ability to confuse people's hearts? Unless......