Qi Jingzhi had a lot of thoughts in his heart, but there was nothing unusual on his face, and in the eyes of the ghosts and gods, he was just silent for a moment.

He looked at Yu Lao Chenghuang and smiled frankly and sincerely: "Just now, the junior was still thinking, if he stood down by himself one day and saw that it was his own teacher who tried the case, I was afraid that he would also hope to be taken care of!" ”

"It's a pity that the master has always been upright and pure, if it weren't for the strange thing I encountered a while ago, I am afraid that I would not know the identity of the teacher in Yin Si until I die, and I dare not expect him to bend the law for personal gain and open up to me."

Hearing this, Meng Fuzi naturally smiled and was pleased, but Yu Lao Chenghuang snorted lightly: "You don't have to make up for him, if you don't cultivate your heart to be at home, you can't get home, no matter how you hide it, it's useless, and you have a delicate heart that the demon will covet even if you're blind." ”

With that, he waved his hand, "Take the second one." ”

Bai Dutou immediately commanded in a loud voice, and Meng Fuzi introduced to the ghosts and gods in the hall: "This second one is a bit special, originally a monk of Fuya Temple, but turned into a tiger and cannibalized a lot, first was seriously injured by Dong Mao, the Five Cloud Division, and today was stabbed by my student in Komatsu Mountain, and only a little remnant spirit remains. ”

"Fukuya Temple?"

Immediately, there were ghosts and gods in the hall who were surprised: "Fuya Temple, known as the first Zen forest in Daqi? ”

Qi Jingzhi followed the sound and saw that the person who spoke was the head of the picket division who was sitting under Master Mengzi, who was tall and burly, with nostrils turned out on an indigo square face, and two big eyeballs protruding from the sockets, looking extremely hideous and ugly.

"The ghosts and gods of the Yin Si are all sealed by the living after they die, this master is so shaped, is it a change of supernatural powers, or is he wearing the so-called ghost face?" Qi Jingzhi secretly turned his thoughts.

Meng Fuzi glanced at this colleague and nodded in affirmation: "It is the Fuya Temple on the Dongxiu Ridge on the outskirts of the capital, in the Stone Urn Valley, which holds the Niu Er of the Great Qi Zen Sect. ”

The look of surprise on the face of the head of the picket department was even stronger: "Fuya Temple is a cultivation portal with true traditions, the disciples in the temple are dead, and the spirituality has its own home, why did they come to us?" ”

While he was talking, another Yin cha with a chain in his hand walked into the temple door.

The clear light on the plaque of "Mirror Hanging" shone for a long time, and the other end of the chain finally outlined a burly figure.

There was a slight commotion in the hall, for the figure was not humanoid, but a ferocious tiger.

This tiger is not as solid as Shen Ruhai was alive, but illusory and broken, almost transparent, and it is obvious that his spiritual weakness is extreme, like a broken candle in the wind.

What is particularly frightening is that the tiger's shriveled belly is densely packed with blood-red figures.

The blood shadows were twisted and intertwined, and it was already difficult to distinguish from each other, and more than a dozen lifelike human faces floated and tumbled and flickered in them.

These people's faces were crying or laughing, and their expressions were different, far more vivid than the vague shadows on Shen Ruhai's body.

It's just that unlike Shen Ruhai's treatment, the blood shadows in the tiger's belly are very peaceful, and there is no sign of backlash.

"This ......"

The eyes of the head of the picket division widened, and he almost burst out: "Didn't you say that it was a monk from Fuya Temple who died?" ”

Meng Fuzi nodded and replied, "Originally, he was indeed a monk, but before he died, he had completely become a tiger spirit from the inside out. It's not even a human anymore, and the Pure Land of Buddhism, to which Fuya Temple belongs, naturally can't go back. ”

The head of the picket division suddenly said: "That's the ownerless demon spirit?" That's pretty good. ”

On the other side, the red-faced and bearded director of the Express News Division stared at the tiger spirit and demon spirit, and finally couldn't help but speak: "What kind of evil art is this?" Although Zen disciples like to play a few tricks to domesticate tigers to attract followers, they have never heard of a monk who gave up his good human life and became an animal. ”

Qi Jingzhi listened to the scene clearly, although the two principals of the quick report and the picket were both ghosts and gods under the seat of the county god, there was a clear difference in their attitude towards Buddhism and Zen Buddhism in their words.

The next moment, the tiger spirit and demon spirit took the initiative to speak: "Ladies and gentlemen, the little monk can still sense the attraction of the spiritual monument in the temple at this moment, so it can be seen that he has not been expelled from the division." The little monk didn't go back, not because he couldn't, but because he didn't want to. It's just because the little monk still has an obsession in his heart, so he has the cheekiness to come to the door to bother, deceive the offended, and hope that you respect the god Haihan! ”

With that, it bowed down and touched its forehead to the ground in respect.

Seeing this, the ghosts and gods in the hall looked at Meng Fuzi with different expressions and playful eyes.

Meng Fuzi's face has become extremely ugly, he had a preconceived idea that this tiger spirit had committed such a big crime, and he had completely turned into a demon spirit, and he would definitely not be tolerated by the teacher, and he was determined to avenge the people in the county who died in the tiger's mouth, and without thinking about it, he would take down the remnants of the ghost that floated to the Yin Si.

He never expected that this guy had done so much that even his spirituality had turned into a demon, and he was still regarded as a disciple by the spiritual monument of Fuya Temple. I didn't notice it for a while, but I rushed to pick up a hot potato for my own adult and came back, and in the future, it will spread out, and the entire Songling County Yin Division will become a laughing stock!

Thinking of this, the anger in Meng Fuzi's chest couldn't help but surge, and he was about to attack on the spot, but suddenly remembered the beating words of the old man Fang Cai, and the whole person seemed to be poured a basin of cold water on his head.

He was stunned for a long time, his eyes finally returned to clarity, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It turns out that the old man has known for a long time!" This delicate heart in my chest is really white! ”

"It's not too late to wake up! Do you really think it's easy to step on yin and yang, and understand people and ghosts? ”

Yu Lao Chenghuang nodded lightly and stopped paying attention to him, and instead looked at the tiger spirit and demon spirit who was still lying on the ground, and his tone was a little calm: "Your junior realm is so low, and you still have one foot outside the cultivation gate, you dare to fool Yin Si like this, do you really think that this official will not deal with you?" ”

"You have created a great killing karma in this county, and the true spirit is a demon and tiger shape, even if you have the protection of the spiritual monument of the master, the underworld is not easy to detain, and the official can also hand you over to the Demon Suppression Courtyard and fill the legendary bottomless dry well, and the monks and great virtues who want to come to Fuya Temple have nothing to say!"

"The little monk would not dare to be so arrogant! I knew that I had done too much sin, and I had no shame to see my mentor again, and I didn't dare to ask for escape. ”

The tiger spirit raised his head slowly, and said slowly: "The only obsession left in the little monk's heart is to atone for his sins in the demon well, and he was born in the form of a tiger. However, the spirit of the little monk can't get out of the Yellow Spring, so he can only come to the door with a cheeky face, disturb the Yin Si, and hope that the god will be fulfilled! ”

As soon as it said this, the hall was quiet again, up to the city god and down to the yin, all of them showed a look of surprise.

Yu Chenghuang's eyes closed slightly, and he spoke again after a long silence: "Since you are from Fuya Temple, you can still call the name of the well, you should know what kind of place it is, right?" ”

The tiger spirit and demon spirit immediately nodded: "The monks don't speak, and the little monk knows more than the people in this hall." However, as long as you can keep the tiger form, it will be the same no matter where you are! ”

Yu Lao Chenghuang was despised by the other party, and his face was not gloomy, but a little incredible: "Fu Mo Well has always been in and out, and even Huangquan can't be connected. Once you enter it, whether it is the Pure Land of the Buddha Kingdom or the rebirth in the next life, it will be in vain, just to keep such a beast form? ”