The master looked surprised, he really didn't expect that the young man in front of him would actually stick the talisman inside his robe for use at a critical moment.

After all, this is a trick that I came up with after many dangers.

"Ahhh......hh

The ghost's mournful wail pulls the master back to reality.

A robe covered with scriptures, a robe full of talismans, under the attack of the two, she had no way to escape, she was directly squeezed in the middle and roared desperately, her face was full of unwillingness.

"Dust to dust, dust to dust."

The master opened the cloth bag of the Buddhist scriptures, walked up step by step, and saw that her face was full of pain, and said:

"Female donor, this world no longer belongs to you, why are you reluctant to leave?"

For ghosts that harm people's lives, no matter how beautiful they are, Meng Fan doesn't have so much sympathy.

At this moment, he was carrying the gossip mirror, with a canopy ruler in his left hand and a pinching trick in his right hand.

"Hehehe!"

"It's that the world owes me too much, so I won't leave......"

After the unwilling roar, the screaming continued.

Seeing the female ghost in such a situation, Meng Fan was still unmoved, his life experience was miserable, it did not mean that he could harm others after death.

The master also knew that it was useless to talk too much, so he put the cloth bag on the head that poked out of the robe, and while packing it, he sighed into the bulging bag: "When a person dies and the debt is gone, the suffering suffered in the previous life will be compensated in the next life." ”

"......" Meng Fan.

The two schools of Buddhism and Taoism are not only different, but also have different ends.

What premortal and future lives?

He only respects the present!

Now I am cultivating the Tao, one is to subdue demons and eliminate demons and maintain justice, the other is to make merits and increase Taoism, and in the end, I hope to live forever.

Immortal Dao Guisheng!

Of course, immortality is too difficult, and it is too early to say now, but as a disciple of Maoshan with merit, it is a good thing to have a master to take care of him, and become a yin after death, holding power and enjoying an alternative kind of immortality.

"Thank you for your help."

"It's okay, without further ado, let's go to the underground ghost cave now and seal off the murderous door."

"Let's go!"

With that, the two put on their clothes again and walked towards the door.

And the other side.

The landlady, who was stimulated by the female ghost's terrible screams, secretly ran to the corner with a cloth bag all over her body—

There were at least twenty bags hanging around their necks, no more on their backs, and more than a dozen in each hand.

In fact, the condensed ghosts are not heavy, but there are too many of them, and they take up a lot of space, and the landlady is very timid, she is panting at the thought of being crawling with ghosts, and the whole person is highly nervous.

Inadvertently, three or four cloth bags slipped to the ground.

A ghost hand reached out from within, sharp, pitch-black fingertips lifted and slid at her ankle, as if trying to grasp it.

And the landlady didn't know where it came from, and reacted instantly, and kept kicking the black palm below with her high heels, and scolded:

"Dead ghosts! Dead! Dare to stretch out your hand and retract it quickly! ”

The owner of that palm seemed to be scared, or or, after being beaten by Meng Fan and the master before, he didn't resist at all, and withdrew most of his arm.

The landlady did not dare to relax for the rest of her life, so she immediately sealed the mouth of the bag, carefully checked the condition of the other two cloth bags, and after confirming that they were all right, she carried them back in her hand.

Jingle Bell ......

It didn't take long for the sound of the iron ring on the Master's staff shaking from around the corner.

Immediately afterwards, Meng Fan appeared in front of the landlady and took the initiative to take the cloth bag from her hand.

"There's still half an hour left before the time passes, let's go to the underground ghost cave." The master urged.

"Oh, oh......" The landlady hurriedly agreed, and hurriedly followed.

Click.

During the running, an imperceptible voice sounded, and Meng Fan, who was originally rushing in the middle, seemed to feel something, and immediately paused and turned to look.

It turned out that a bag had slipped off the landlady's shoulder, and as if no one had noticed, it dragged the bag in the opposite direction.

"Evil animal, if you dare to run, under the poor road thunder law, you will never be able to live beyond the life!"

Before the words fell, the cloth bag immediately stopped moving, and then took the initiative to fly back to the landlady's hand.

"You, walk side by side with me."

Meng Fan was secretly vigilant in his heart and reminded the landlord.

It's easy to catch ghosts for the first time, but if you let them go in the middle of the game, it's hard to wait for them to be on guard.

After all, this time, a master laid out the formation in advance, so that the group of ghosts could only move in the building!

"Good, good." The landlady swallowed her tight throat and nodded immediately.

The ghosts are afraid of Meng Fan, the killing god, which shows its deterrent power and the sense of security it brings.

Not much.

None of the ghosts in the sack were thrown into the iron door of the basement.

Bell Bell ......

The movement continued.

The long Buddhist scriptures written in advance were nailed to the iron door by the master.

"Congratulations to the master on his merits."

"Xiaodao won't bother, can you give a business card, he will come to visit when he is free."

After confirming that there would be no more accidents, Meng Fan no longer waited and decided to leave.

The master put away the hammer for the time being, took out a business card from his bosom, and handed it over happily.

【Aoyama Zen Temple, Master Yuantong】

Flexible?

Meng Fan's face was strange, but he quickly restrained himself, exchanged a few polite words with the master, and only when he turned to leave did a smile appear on his face.

Could it be that there is also a master of Yunda?

These two names are really zen-like.

Bell Bell ......

As Meng Fan left, there was movement in the basement again, and the landlady stood by and watched, feeling a little dry in her throat, and said in her heart:

Probably too nervous, wait upstairs, drink half a glass of water, and get a good night's sleep.

Corridor entrance.

The four girls who played the role of dance girls were waiting for the elevator to come down, and they all looked excited.

"I was so scared of my Japanese just now."

Amin leaned against the outside wall, a faint smile on his face.

Next to him, the other three said in unison:

"He's even more afraid."

"As soon as I bluff him, this guy doesn't even dare to put a fart, pretending." Jun Ru clasped his arms with both hands and said with a smug face: "What a big fool, hum." ”

Bell, bell, bell.

The sound of percussion came from the basement to the elevator entrance, and gradually became a little distorted, Junru put away his smile and said with emotion:

"I'm still running errands so late, aren't you tired?"

"Of course I'm tired."

Meng Fan, who walked down the stairs to the first floor, replied.

"Inspector?"

"Brother Fan?"

"What are you dressed up in?"

Four policewomen who put on Chengdu beauties spoke in unison.

A pale robe was opened, revealing the close-fitting short fights inside, as well as the ruler-shaped weapon.

He wears a black hat with a peculiar shape, with nine gaps like a roof ridge and white jade in the center.

Not only that, but he also carried a peachwood sword in his hand.

"Dressed in a Taoist costume, of course it's a ghost."

Facing the curious eyes of the four people, Meng Fan continued: "If I hadn't come here on purpose, the four of you would inevitably have to hit the ghost tonight. ”