The sky is full of stars, the night wind is traceless, Mo Chuan and Huitong Temple have been discussing until late at night.

After washing up and having eaten fast, they went back to their rooms and rested.

When it was ugly, Mo Chuan quietly borrowed an incense and came to the cold pool of Pengtuo Peak in Shoushan again.

"Lord Yamagami!"

Xiao Yunshanjun, who was resting on the side of the pool, was surprised by Mo Chuan's arrival, and hurriedly got up to salute.

"Goo-goo-goo......"

At the same time, on the cold pool, the water ripples, and thousands of threads wander.

The red-clothed woman came out of Tan, which should have been the graceful scene of Qing Shui coming out of Hibiscus, but when she revealed her bloody features, all ambiguity disappeared.

"Visiting late at night, I hope you forgive me for the offense." Mo Chuan arched his hand.

"Since it's a ghost, what's the point of day and night?" The woman in red was expressionless.

"Regarding the unjust death of the girl, Poor Dao has basically been verified, and it is not difficult to kill Zhao Jincao, but this requires the girl to cooperate with the acting." Mo Chuan said.

Immediately, the plan of him and Huitong Zen Temple was revealed.

"Why is Lord Mountain God so troublesome, wouldn't it be more convenient to directly plunder the concubine's old lover?" The woman in red said.

"It's really convenient, but once Zhao Jincao disappears, I'm afraid that Huitong Temple will be the world, if it is counted as a poor road, and then find the girl along the vine, it will not be beautiful after all."

"It's better to plan the plan, from now on, there will be no red-clothed ghost Wang Yingying in this world, only the red-clothed woman in Shoushan."

Mo Chuan said eloquently.

With his ability to refine the divine qi, he escaped into Taixu, approached Zhao Jincao, and swept into the sacrificial Dao furnace, which was naturally as easy as a hand.

It's just that this move is easy to startle the snake and expose itself.

Shen Anfeng's appearance has already made him realize that there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world.

Even if he changes his appearance, it is difficult to guarantee that he will not be calculated.

In this case, it is better to push the boat down the river and act in a scene to end the cause and effect.

"Lord Mountain God is merciful, in that case, the little woman is all at the command of the adult."

The woman in red bowed to her.

Mo Chuan bowed his head, whispered a few words, and then quietly left.

The woman in red watched Mo Chuan disappear in the direction and slowly sank into the cold pool, wanting to take advantage of this heaven and earth to the yin to wash away the filth all over her body.

- even if only psychologically.

……

……

Early in the morning into the ancient temple, the first sun shines on the high forest.

"Knock...... Knock knock ......"

In the quiet bells, Mo Chuan woke up quietly, and when he got out of the dormitory, the monks of Huitong Temple had already begun to recite the morning class.

The entire Zen temple seems to reverberate in the empty Buddha nature.

Mo Chuan was like a lonely soul, wandering in the meantime, where he was interested, he walked in front of a statue of Maitreya, looked up, and looked confused.

In this world, you can become an immortal and a Buddha.

But where did the Immortal Buddha go?

"Amitabha, can Taoist friends have the intention of entering the Buddha?"

A Buddha horn woke up Mo Chuan.

"I can't enter it, and since the poor Dao has entered the Xuanmen, how can I see different thoughts and shake the Dao heart at will?"

Mo Chuan shook his head and smiled, looking back, it was the abbot of Huitong Temple.

"This is a mistake, it is the heart of the Tao that moves, but what is stable is Zen."

The abbot of Huitong seemed to be under the steps for Mo Chuan.

Mo Chuan shook his head, too lazy to speak, and changed the topic: "Has your temple ever explained to Zhao Jincao?" ”

Abbot Huitong said: "This is nature, please!" ”

Mo Chuan bowed his head and left with the abbot of Huitong.

The two of them became more and more remote, and finally stopped in a lonely Zen temple.

In the Zen courtyard, a middle-aged man with gray temples, a withered shape and black eyes is waiting quietly with a blanket on his back and accompanied by two warrior monks.

When Mo Chuan pushed open the Zen door, he trembled all over, and his eyes showed a complicated look.

"Master Zhao, this is the Daoist Master." Abbot Huitong introduced.

"Zhao Honglang, I've seen Youchong Dao Chief." Zhao Jincao hurriedly approached and saluted with his palms.

- Zhao Honglang, is his common name.

Mo Chuan bowed in return.

As soon as the two sides handed over slightly, Mo Chuan immediately led Zhao Jincao out of Huitong Temple.

The two rented a carriage, went out of the Zen Temple, and went straight to Jizhou, looking like they were going far away.

In the carriage, Zhao Jincao was like a frightened quail, panicked and uneasy.

He stretched out his hand several times to open the curtains and look at the scenery outside, but he was afraid that his face would be looked at, so he had to withdraw his hand and go back.

Every jolt and pause in the carriage made him nervous.

"Lay people don't have to worry, this trip has been planned in advance, and you can rest assured."

Mo Chuan reassured, he is not kind, after all, he is a death row prisoner and a severed head meal, so nervous, if he is in the car, he is still unlucky.

"Oops!"

Zhao Jincao nodded again and again, looking at Mo Chuan who was quite kind, and hurriedly took the opportunity to ask: "Youchong Daoist, do you have a big grasp of this trip?" ”

Mo Chuan said: "Of course." ”

"That's good, that's good!"

Zhao Jincao nodded again and again, as if to cheer himself up.

This walk is a day.

Until dusk, a gust of wind blew, turning the curtain from side to side, and blowing the tired Zhao Jincao to the point of standing on end.

"She's coming...... She's coming......"

When the collapse and crying came, Zhao Jincao subconsciously grabbed Mo Chuan's sleeve, but there was always an invisible wind field to isolate him.

"Xianggong, you are finally willing to come out, the concubine still thinks that you want to be accompanied by the Green Lantern Ancient Buddha for the rest of your life."

A terrible sigh came from outside the carriage.

Mo Chuan lifted the curtain of the car, only to see the carriage groom, which had turned into a human-shaped paper cut and floated into the side of the road.

Looking further ahead, on the dim official road, a red-clothed beauty shadow seemed to have lost its weight, faintly floating, rolling resentful yin qi, blowing the sun and moon colorless.

"Benefactor, do you remember the poor road?"

Mo Chuan got out of the carriage and gave it up.

"You are?"

"Sixteen years ago, the benefactor once gave a beggar on the street a bowl of rice porridge, do you remember?"

"There seems to be such a thing, what's the matter, this is to climb the old love, stick and beat the mandarin duck?" The woman in red asked sneeringly, her voice cold and bold.

"Don't dare, the poor road is here today to repay the kindness, this son is allowed to kill, after the cause and effect are over, please return the soul to Daoshan, and return to the five mountains."

Mo Chuan gave up his position, revealing Zhao Jincao in the carriage behind him.

Zhao Jincao's face changed greatly when he heard this, and then pointed at Mo Chuan, stammering, screaming in a lost voice.

"You—You lied to me—"

Mo Chuan was too lazy to say anything, and stood by the road to watch the play.

"Hehe......"

The woman in red smiled, and she didn't admit Mo Chuan, and slowly raised her face, revealing her scarlet eyes.

In Zhao Jincao's shock, his figure flashed, and he had already appeared in the carriage, stretching out his bruised arms, like a coquettish girl, around the lover's neck.

"Xianggong, the Liu family wants to kill me, but I don't really annoy her. I just blame you, why don't you kill me? Why did you watch me being tortured by hell? Why? ”

"Giggle......

Zhao Jincao felt the arm around his neck like an ice cube, and his teeth chattered in fright.

It was the first time the woman in red had been so close to him, and his heart was completely broken.

"This, this is none of my business, those monks want to frame me, they embezzle 10,000 acres of fertile land, resulting in insufficient taxes, and I, I can't do anything ......"

"They didn't dare to kill me, that's why they forced you to be a ghost...... They are the real murderers, please let me go, wait for me to enter Beijing, sue the royal court, destroy the Buddha and abolish Zen, and avenge your hatred! ”

(End of chapter)