"A pretty boy about 20 years old carried a little luggage, probably with tools to clean, and it was impossible to stay overnight."

"The rest are Miss Dance, and they won't be back until twelve o'clock."

"Master, I'm counting on you for this ghost catch, if the mansion is empty for a few more months, I'll become a hanged ghost myself."

"Master...... Master, where are you going? ”

"Humph! Pretend. ”

There was no sound on the radio.

Through this dialogue, Meng Fan's brain made up a taciturn monk and a pretentious eighth woman.

There was a faint expectation in my heart.

Since entering the Tao, except for the master, junior disciple, and the Japanese who fight with him in the air, Meng Fan has not seen other Taoist friends who have cultivated in the body.

"I hope we can have a conversation."

As the words fell, the light in the room lit up.

A talisman spontaneously combusted in his hand.

Thorn~

This psychic talisman was immersed in water, followed by grapefruit leaves, which Meng Fan used to open his eyes so that he could see those dirty things that were difficult for ordinary people to find.

Underneath the building.

A cold mist poured up, but there was no sign of the ghosts, and they must all be concentrated in the underground space, waiting for the moon to appear.

Thinking of this, Meng Fan, who was sitting by the window, raised his eyes to look at the moon, when the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and there were no clouds covering the sky, but now, a few hours have passed, but there is a trace of dark clouds condensed, and there are signs of rain.

"Isn't that master able to measure the time of day?"

"Interesting."

Distance.

The towering Western-style bell tower, with the second hand slowly moving into the grid, reverberates in the silent neighborhood when it coincides with the 12th scale.

The dark clouds that had covered the moon were blown away by a strange wind, and the landlady, who was lying alone on the courtyard chaise longue, felt the moonlight shining on her cheeks, and the cold wind blowing through her feet, and immediately woke up from her dream, and shouted:

"The moon is out."

Almost at the same time, the sound of glass windows shattering came overhead.

A middle-aged monk wearing a robe and a mustache rushed over and scolded:

"Don't be presumptuous!"

Then, he grabbed the Zen staff stuck in the ground and slammed straight into the void, splashing bursts of fire.

Everything is under Meng Fan's eyes.

During his meditation time, this area was arranged with a Buddhist formation, the layman looked at the lively, the insider looked at the doorway, although he said that he was cultivating the Tao, but the layout of the Buddhist altar was not much different from it.

Therefore, if you look at the placement of the Buddha vessels, you can tell if they are true or false.

Of course, there is no need to go into these details now, as long as the eyes are not blind, you can see that this master is subduing the evil spirits.

Bang bang bang!

Flames exploded in midair.

Unfortunately, the landlady lost her glasses, could not see clearly, and ran around, not even aware of the danger.

In desperation, the master could only hold her in his arms, hold the staff in one hand to subdue the ghost, and hold her shoulder with the other.

The bugging picks up the sound, and the radio starts working again.

"Hmph, you, as a monk, still eat my tofu."

"I'm not the kind of casual woman."

"What do you think of me?"

The two were sometimes close, sometimes separated.

Meng Fan, who looked down on the overall situation, felt that the master was really unlucky, encountering this kind of strange employer, while resisting evil spirits, and suffering verbal harassment from the landlady.

Suddenly, an evil ghost grabbed her shoulder, and the master had no choice but to block it, one person and one ghost, using the landlady's back as a battlefield, from the shoulder all the way down.

Looking at it from Meng Fan's angle, the two hugged each other tightly, and the master's hands grabbed the bottom.

"Ah~"

"My decades of chastity are gone."

For a moment, there was an urge to smash the radio, and it was so ......

It's hard to put into words.

"Hmm...... It's really wronged, this must be the arrangement of the Buddha, wrongdoer, I'm ready, come, possess me, come, possess me. ”

"You're not used to taking the initiative, so I'll take the initiative."

Meng Fan, who was about to rush down to help the fist, suddenly restrained, he wanted to have fun a little.

Moreover, after some fighting, there is only one demon left in the backyard, and the master should be able to easily submit it......

Just thinking about it, the master, who couldn't stand the harassment of the landlady, pushed it away and framed the evil ghost with a rosary wrapped around his neck.

And, while it was wailing, he put it on a yellow cloth bag full of scriptures, and in three or two strokes, the ghost shrunk to the size of a football and was firmly wrapped in the bag.

"Take the ......"

"It'...... Will it bite ......"

Sting, stinging, stinging.

There was a murmur on the radio.

While the master was being held back, hundreds of demons poured out of the ground and flew through the building.

The sound of ghosts crying and wolf howls is endless.

And those so-called wiretaps that resist strong magnetic fields were also completely reimbursed, Meng Fan did not hesitate, threw the radio out of the window, and walked towards the door with a peachwood sword.

However, as soon as the footsteps were raised, they stopped.

The peachwood sword suddenly stabbed at the back of the neck.

"Ah......h

A wail rang out, and a cold ghostly mist erupted.

Soon, there was a puddle of white powder on the ground.

Buddhism is compassionate, but Taoism does not have compassion?

Definitely.

If this evil ghost does not sneak attack and attack the vital point of the neck, Meng Fan will choose to recite the Qingyin Mantra to surpass it.

This kind of self-defeating approach is still forgotten.

Click.

The door opened.

The robe is fluttering.

Meng Daochang was full of fire tonight, vowing to subdue the ghosts, and when the group of powerful ghosts saw the living people, who cared who the other party was, they immediately set off a strange wind and rushed over with a cruel smile.

Who is the sheep and who is the tiger?

They soon learned.

How excited you are when you come, how strong your desire to run away is when you bump into it.

"It's hard to change the inferiority, so let's turn to ashes."

The originally ordinary peachwood sword, under the infusion of mana and the blood smeared on the fingertips, instantly brightened as gold, Meng Fan stabbed three swords in a row, and there were three more pools of powder on the ground.

Seeing this, the ghost that had originally poured out of the ground and arrived on the fifth floor did not hesitate at all, and immediately ran down.

Are you kidding?

This Taoist priest is so murderous, it is better to run back and fight with that monk, at least he only accepts ghosts, not ghosts!

And where Meng Fan was willing to give up his merits, he immediately chased and killed the past.

Whoever kills, he will always kill him.

The evil ghost wants to kill himself, and his obviously inferior nature is difficult to get rid of, what do you do in the world and harm innocent passers-by?

Fire clouds.

Rayfa.

Sword light.

Yellow symbols.

All kinds of means are used together, and the efficiency is amazing, as long as the evil ghost is brushed by the edge, and the action of escaping hesitates, it is a soul.

Just ten minutes.

Meng Fan directly killed the fifth floor of the building, and after confirming that there was no ghostly energy, he abandoned the elevator that was prone to accidents and continued to rush downstairs.

Although the sixth floor has not been cleared, there are obviously more evil ghosts downstairs, so kill them first and then go up!

"Amitabha, I have seen this Taoist friend, and the poor monk is polite."

Soon.

In a certain room, Meng Fan bumped into the master.

He was holding a Buddhist scripture cloth bag in his hand, looking at the traces left by the ghosts on the ground, his eyes flashed with unbearability, but he still handed the bag to the landlady behind him and took the initiative to salute.

Seeing this, Meng Fan didn't dare to slack off, and immediately clasped his hands together.

The master said that the Tao and the Buddha have different paths, and generally speaking, everyone avoids each other.

In the period of the Republic of China, there was a custom in Shudi, where the monk saw the Taoist priest and the Taoist bowed his hand, and the Taoist priest saw the monk and the Buddhist family salute, which meant mutual respect.

After all, Taoism is a local sect in China, as the host, although Buddhism has a deep history, it is always an outsider, a guest, and should bow to the host.

However, Songhai has changed, Taoism is relatively subtle, the disciples are withered, and the Buddhist masters who understand etiquette have all passed away, with the great prosperity of Buddhism, the current monks will think about the anti-guest, no longer respect.

The master once said that when he was 20 years old, he passed by the temple and met an elder at the door, thinking of the various experiences of traveling to Shu with the ancestor when he was young, and the other party was older than himself, so he took the initiative to perform the namaste ceremony.

As a result, the other party was not solemn, his face was full of joy, and the group of little monks behind him asked:

"You, Taoist priest, do you want to take refuge in my Buddha?"

At the same time, he sighed to his face that Buddhism is boundless, and Taoism is not as good as the Buddha.

Because of this, whenever he talked about this matter, the master couldn't help but get angry, which made Meng Fan very impressed and embarrassed.

However, the master in front of him knows how to be polite.

It has to be a different story!

Moreover, deep in Meng Fan's heart, his favorability towards him was rising.