In the humble house, the air is somewhat quiet.

Song Chi coughed, looked at the old monk with an earthy face, and said:

"Abbot, I'm looking for you sincerely, it's a bit unauthentic for you to do this, right?"

Xia Yuyou nodded his little head.

"That's it."

The old monk lowered his head, sat on the futon, and crossed the Buddhist beads in his hand without saying a word.

Seeing the old monk's pure appearance of six roots, Song Chi smiled angrily.

He thought about it for a while, and said to Xia Yuyou on the side:

"Xiao Xia, I'll talk to the master for a few words, you see that it's inconvenient for you......"

"Inconvenient!"

Xia Yuyou's nose wrinkled, and she directly interrupted Song Chi's request.

"I'll treat you to hot pot when you go back!"

"Hot pot?"

"That's right! It's the last time you saw on TV, a lot of things are cooked in a big pot, and it's super delicious. ”

Xia Yuyou's eyes turned, and then he reluctantly said:

"Alright then, give you five minutes!"

Xia Yuyou floated out of the door lightly, and Song Chi was about to show a relieved smile, when he saw that this girl suddenly turned around and made a small fist at herself.

"Humph! Don't think I don't know what you want to say, just rely on this old bald donkey, and I'm still a little bit of a talent! ”

Seeing the girl's figure disappear, Song Chi looked at the abbot who had been pretending to be dead, and he was about to speak, when he saw the old monk jump to his feet directly.

"Bad fate! Bad fate! Your father Song Shuqiu was not an honest lord back then, but he didn't expect to give birth to a son who could be tossed better than him! ”

Hearing the old monk's words, Song Chi's eyes lit up.

The old monk in front of him seemed to have a great friendship with his father when he was young.

In fact, he had always felt that his father would sometimes talk about it, and coupled with what he had experienced in the past few days, he always felt that Song Shuqiu was hiding some big secret.

For example, it is the reincarnation of some god in the sky or something.

Thinking of this, Song Chi couldn't help but feel a little happy in his heart.

If his father is the reincarnation of an immortal, isn't he the second generation of immortals?

Maybe all the weirdness he has experienced over the years is just the tempering of his awakening godhead, and when he awakens the immortal energy in his body one day, what demons and monsters are not easy to take?

As for the delicate girl who is always arrogant to himself, he must tie her up and educate her well......

"Donor, color is emptiness, emptiness is color......"

The old monk's voice suddenly sounded, pulling Song Chi back to reality from his obscenity.

"Abbot, do you know my dad well?"

The old monk shook his head.

"It's just a meeting in the water."

Song Chi looked at the old monk suspiciously, this old thing was kind and kind-eyed, but he was actually a very old fox of a chicken thief.

"Can you tell me about my dad?"

"When we meet in Pingshui, where do you know about your father?"

"Really?"

"Monks don't speak."

The corners of Song Chi's mouth twitched, the old monk was obviously pretending not to see Xia Yuyou just now.

In fact, this can't be blamed on the monk for being so frightened, others don't know, but he knows.

The reason why the Golden Temple can have today's incense is that their group of monks really have some skills, and the biggest reliance is the bronze statue of the Bodhisattva that is more than 100 meters.

Because of this bronze statue, the Tianjin Temple is within a radius of 100 miles, and strange and filthy things are not allowed to approach.

But that weird-looking girl walked in front of him so casually!

This is a demon and monster that even a bodhisattva can't cure, how dare he, an abbot of the mortal world, take over this mess?

Seeing that the old monk kept his mouth shut about Song Shuqiu, Song Chi sighed and said instead:

"Abbot, since you can see that girl, I'll just say it directly, is there any way you can get her not to pester me, but not to hurt her?"

Hearing Song Chi's words, the old monk crossed the hand of the Buddha beads for a moment, raised his eyes and looked Song Chi up and down.

It was as if he was looking at a ...... Mentally retarded.

"Do you know what that one is on your back?" The old monk stood up a little excitedly, approached Song Chi, and looked out of the door sneakily, and then said softly:

"That's a thousand-year-old ghost that has bred countless years! You're still thinking about not hurting her? Do you know that such a terrible ghost, once angry, it will be corpses all over the field, and the lives will be ruined! ”

Song Chi touched his ears embarrassedly: "Actually, that girl is not so bad......"

"Abbot, this is the situation, although that girl has a bad temper, she doesn't have the kind of anger that wants to kill at every turn."

After listening to Song Chi's 1510 talk about how he and Xia Yuyou got along, the old monk held the Buddha beads in one hand and stroked the white beard with the other, and said suspiciously:

"You say she doesn't have any memories of her life?"

Song Chi nodded.

"After getting along with each other during this time, she really feels like a blank sheet of paper to me, I also suspected it before, and I have secretly observed it for a long time, but this kind of thing can't be pretended."

"Shhh...... It's weird......"

The old monk paced in the room in confusion and muttered to himself:

"The fact that the resentful soul can condense for thousands of years shows that she must have suffered terrible torture and endless despair during her lifetime......"

He paused, looking at Song Chi with a look of disbelief.

"Originally, you were haunted by a thousand-year-old ghost, and I am afraid that only the Bodhisattva can save you, but now that I hear you say this, maybe there is really a way."

Song Chi's eyes lit up:

"Master save me!"

Seeing that Song Chi, who suddenly returned the face, stuck up like a dog skin plaster, the old monk immediately stretched out his hand to dissuade him:

"Don't be too happy, I can only tell you the possibilities of this method, as for whether it will succeed and how to do it, it is up to you."

"Master, you say!"

The old monk touched his beard and said:

"As I said just now, she was able to cultivate into a thousand-year-old ghost, and she must have suffered a lot of torture in her lifetime, but now she has lost all her memories in life, which makes no logical sense."

Song Chi nodded: "If she had forgotten those memories, she would not have existed until now." ”

"That's right," the old monk paused, his tone a little uncertain, "the only explanation is that after she became a ghost after her death, she took the initiative to abandon those resentments and obsessions. ”

He shook his head and said:

"It's not abandonment, if she does, then she will cease to exist, and the most painful memories she buried in her heart must still exist somewhere."

"What does the master mean?"

"Although I have never encountered such a terrifying existence, I have encountered a few strange things like this that seal the memories of their lives, and I call those things that seal their resentful memories as heels."

He looked at Song Chi and said word by word:

"If you want to get rid of that girl's entanglement with you, you must break her heels!"