In fact.

From the moment he stepped into the Buddhist hall, Jiang Sheng had already borrowed a human skin raincoat to manipulate the five senses of the monks.

And then, in the words of the raincoat, they will dream of their hearts.

In the process, those with hideous faces should be killed, those with treacherous faces should be killed, those with cowardly faces should be killed, and those with pure and good faces should not be killed.

After some thought, Jiang Sheng chose to believe the words of the raincoat first.

Therefore, the monks all died here.

Nothing they dream of is obviously anything happy.

The raincoat's ability to construct an illusion is still quite recognized by Jiang Sheng.

Even the spell keeper would not be able to tell the truth from the fake on his own without the help of the wraith.

It had been so cautious that it had missed the best time to resolve the incident.

Yang was right.

Jiang Sheng now, he still doesn't have a clear enough understanding of what he can do with the ability at hand.

And it's always restrained, with the reason of going with the flow.

"Bang!"

Letting the old abbot's body fall at his feet, Jiang Sheng looked sideways, looked at the poor woman whose tongue had been pulled out, and then asked the cloud ghost.

"Is she still saved?"

"Hiss (no help)."

Reluctantly, he stepped forward to observe, and the cloud ghost shook his head and retreated.

"Hiss, hiss (and this man is terminally ill, just being hung by some kind of spell)."

"Ah, (to be saved is to suffer)."

The raincoat standing aside echoed.

Then he pointed to the four monks who were lying on the ground.

"Ah, ah (kitten, can I take the skin of these four people)?"

"Whatever you want."

"Ah, you're welcome."

As soon as the words fell, the raincoat excitedly dismantled the four corpses.

As for Yun Ghost and Jiang Sheng, they came to the unconscious girl.

"What is her situation now?"

Looking at the girl's body, which had already penetrated into the calamity of the internal organs, Jiang Sheng frowned.

The cloud ghost lingered around the girl for a few laps before finally speaking slowly.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss (I can't tell you the exact situation.) But one thing is for sure, these things, which I don't know if they are calamities or misfortunes, have taken root in her.) ”

"Can't you get rid of it?"

"Hiss, hiss (impossible, her body is not right at all, have you ever seen an evil spirit that can get rid of calamity?) ）。 ”

"You mean that."

"Hiss, hiss (well, this girl's soul has been transformed into something like a demon plague in a sense, and when her body dies completely, she will begin to grow rapidly in the direction of the evil spirit)."

"Living?"

"Hiss, hiss (yes, from now on, everyone who comes near her should be in bad fortune.) But she, apparently, is not a real evil spirit yet. Because there are still many subtle differences between the two. In short, the situation is very complicated, and I can only analyze it to this extent). ”

The skin and flesh on the cloud ghost's body fell off layer after layer.

It should symbolize his depressed and anxious mood at the moment.

"Hiss (human, there's really no lower limit)."

Finally, he spat out a speech like a raincoat.

"Ah, ah (they have a lower limit, there won't be us)."

The raincoat, which was still dismembered in front of the Buddha, raised his head.

"Ah, ah (kitten, there is still a lot of spiritual power left in these people's bodies, do you want to eat it)?"

"Save it for me, I don't have an appetite right now."

Jiang Sheng drooped his eyes, took out the mobile phone he was carrying from his pocket, and replied lightly.

"Ah (no problem)."

Maybe it's because it's rare to open meat, but the human skin raincoat is in a good mood.

Her mental state has always been like this, her joys and sorrows are groundless, and even uncertain.

The souls of the old abbot and others have been pinched and crushed by him, and they are wantonly playing.

The possibility of turning into an evil spirit again is lost.

Jiang Sheng was going to make a phone call and go to the door of the Buddha Hall.

Because the air there will be cleaner.

Before leaving, the black cat turned back and said to the busy raincoat.

"Raincoat, when you're done with the 'thing' at hand, let's create a few sweet dreams for this girl. Try to let her sleep a little longer, I'm sorry for you. ”

"Ah, ah (got it, leave it to me)."

The ghost lying on the corpse roared, and it was kind of a response.

So, Jiang Sheng went out and made a phone call.

So, Yang Mo had just finished breakfast, and it was less than thirty minutes.

I received a call from Jiang Sheng.

"Hey, what's wrong, miss me so soon?"

In the hotel, the girl who had just taken a shower was lying on the bed and playing TV.

The sudden request for communication made her raise her eyebrows in surprise, but she still pressed the button to connect.

"No, it's just, what, I want to ask you for another favor." In the mobile phone, Jiang Sheng's tone was slightly stiff.

"What's the busy?" Yang asked silently and strangely, but he had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Help collect a corpse."

It wasn't until the comer saw that the girl's face turned from white to black, and from black to white.

"Huh?"

……

Zhuang Kite had a dream.

A long, long dream.

In the dream, her mother's illness was cured. She also passed the college entrance examination and was admitted to the university of her choice.

Since the school, the girl has worked and studied, and she has unexpectedly gained love.

The other party is a boy who loves to laugh and has a mischievous black cat.

The two met and fell in love because of the cat, and since then, they have started a dull and happy life together.

The years are quiet.

A smile appeared on Zhuang Kite's face, she combed her hair, and her temperament was no longer gloomy.

Later, the girl fell in love with cooking and opened a restaurant with her husband.

My mother would often come to the shop to help, just like when she was a child, she would often help her mother clean the bathhouse.

Every year, Zhuang Kite will donate part of the profits in the hotel to the Duan Bodhisattva Temple.

It's not a lot of money, but it's also a part of her heart.

She would often write to her husband about her past and how grateful she was to the temple.

So her husband also agreed with her decision, this man who loves to laugh, always silently supports her willfulness.

It's wonderful, that kind of life.

Ordinary, but it can also be down-to-earth and simply grasped in your hands.

She likes to rest on her husband's shoulder, likes to groom with a black cat, and listens to her mother's nagging about the past.

I like to cook my family's favorite meals.

I like to sit around with important people and feel the warmth of home.

Yes, I really, really like it......

“……”

Then, a light came into view.

Then, Zhuang Kite woke up.

Then a doctor told her.

Her mother, died.