Hearing the movement in the well stopped, the two of them were still not at ease, one left and one right, and continued to press the plaque to seal the well.

When Wu Monkey saw it, he thought it was very interesting for them to do this, so he jumped directly onto the plaque and added weight.

At this time, Yeming stretched his waist and walked out of the house, and when he saw their appearance, he smiled:

"How about you two exercising here early in the morning?"

When Mr. Wu heard this, he smiled bitterly:

"The old monk in this temple is a fierce tiger, and now he is thrown into the well by the two of us, and he is afraid that he will cheat to death, so he does not dare to open it."

Ye Ming smiled, walked to the well, stretched out his hand to knock on the plaque, and said:

"It's dead."

Wang Rusheng didn't know that this person knew magic, and he didn't believe it.

Mr. Wu believed in Yeming's judgment and took the initiative to uncover the plaque.

Looking inward, I saw that the tiger was dead, and its body was soaked in the well water.

Seeing this, Wang Rusheng also looked at Yeming with some surprise.

I feel that this is not an ordinary person.

Afterwards, the two of them lowered it with a rope, and Wu Monkey entered and tied it to the tiger.

The two worked together to pull the tiger's corpse out of the well.

Looking at the corpse of the tiger, some of the two people who were apprehensive felt that it was safe to use the plaque to shine again.

Place the plaque in the sunlight and take a picture of the tiger's corpse.

The next moment, I saw that the corpse of the tiger suddenly glowed, and an old monk with a transparent body and suspended in the air appeared from it, which was exactly the appearance of the old monk before.

The two were shocked when they saw this, and hurriedly blocked the plaque in front of them.

Seeing this, the old monk folded his hands, recited the Buddha's name, and bowed to the two of them:

"Thank you to the two laymen for their righteous action, to get rid of this evil and let the poor monk be freed."

When Mr. Wu heard this, he looked at the transparent body of the old monk and understood that this should be the old monk of the temple.

"It turns out that the old host has been harmed by this tiger......"

The old monk said slowly: "Three years ago, the poor monk met a young tiger in the mountains that was about to die, and he couldn't bear to see it die, so he took it back to the temple to raise.

Unexpectedly, his ferocity was difficult to train, and he did not know kindness, so he harmed me a year ago while I was asleep, and turned me into a ghost.

Later, he deceived the pedestrians in the mountains to remove the plaques in the temple, damaged the Buddha statues in the temple, and then harmed the pedestrians.

Since then, I have pretended to be me every day and deceived people who entered the mountains.

As of yesterday, 17 people have been harmed. ”

After the old monk finished talking about what happened, he saluted the two respectfully:

"I have a robe in my meditation room, which was donated by a great benefactor in the first year of the temple, and it was worth some silver, so I gave it to two people."

After speaking, his body was faint and disappeared.

When the two of them saw this, they both folded their hands and returned the salute.

Seeing this, the Wu monkey on the side also followed their example and folded his hands.

After that, the two found a robe in the meditation room.

The robe was woven from the silk of the finest silkworms and gold thread, and was priceless.

Wang Rusheng said: "This robe is worth a lot of money, ordinary people see it, fear of bad intentions, I suggest to bring it to the city, exchange it for silver money distribution, what do you think?" ”

When Mr. Wu heard this, he stroked his beard and said:

"I don't want to be in gold and silver, and now the income is enough for the family to live, so I don't want to be greedy for this robe, if Brother Wang wants it, take it."

When Wang Rusheng heard this, he suddenly felt Mr. Wu's high demeanor and admiration.

Immediately said that he didn't want to.

Mr. Wu thought he said this for the sake of face and persuaded him to accept it.

Wang Rusheng said: "Actually, I am not short of money, my family is a gentry, and my uncle is the prefect of a place, so there is no shortage of food and clothing."

Otherwise, I wouldn't have the leisure to enjoy the mountains and rivers. ”

Only then did Mr. Wu know that this person was still a backer, and in such a comparison, he seemed to be very ordinary.

However, he didn't have any hatred of the rich, nor did he have the psychology of pandering, and when he learned about the other party's family background, he neither deliberately distanced nor deliberately flattered, and the language was the same as before.

Seeing this, Wang Rusheng attached even more importance to Mr. Wu.

He usually makes friends with people, and rarely reveals his own details, but he doesn't like his original friends to become villains.

At this time, I was very happy to see Mr. Wu like this.

Wu Monkey saw that the two of them didn't care about the robe anymore, so he grabbed the robe in his hand, draped it on his body, and learned the appearance of the old monk, which looked quite funny.

When they saw this, they both laughed.

Yeming pointed to the tiger corpse in the courtyard and said:

"Two tiger heroes, what are you going to do with this?"

When the two heard this, they brought kitchen knives and peeled off the tiger skin.

The tiger skin is not only valuable, but more importantly, it symbolizes the death of a harmful tiger.

At the same time, it is also evidence of the heroism of the tiger hunters, and the two are still a little complacent about getting rid of the tigers.

After burying the rest of the tiger's corpse in the big pit, they went down the mountain together.

Not long after the group came down the mountain, they saw a white-faced scholar coming up.

Seeing their group, the scholar asked if he had seen a scholar of his age going up the mountain.

Wang Rusheng said that he had not seen it, and asked him if the scholar he was looking for had gone to the temple on the mountain.

The white-faced scholar said that his friend went to the mountain five days ago and also came here to play.

His family saw that no one had returned for a long time, so they asked him to go up the mountain to inquire.

When Wang Rusheng heard this, he told the white-faced scholar that the old monk in the temple had already been killed, but he was a tiger pretending to be a cannibal person.

When the white-faced scholar heard this, he was shocked.

Wang Rusheng showed the skin of a tiger again, and the white-faced scholar believed it and was sad.

Subsequently, the white-faced scholar asked his party to go down the mountain and go to his friend's house to inform him of the incident.

Mr. Wu and Wang Rusheng thought it was okay, and asked Yeming for his opinion.

Yeming just looked at the white-faced scholar and smiled, but did not object.

Everyone went all the way down the mountain, and found some blood-stained broken clothes in the mountains and forests on the mountain road, which were the things of Wang Rusheng's scholar.

Seeing this, Wang Rusheng sighed slightly, the scholar had been by his side for two years, and he was still a little unaccustomed to losing it suddenly.

But that's all, and there isn't much sadness.

For him, only people of status and talent are considered human beings, such as scholars, servants, etc., but only objects.

This is not Wang Rusheng's personal paranoid thoughts, but the overall views of all officials and gentry.

Mr. Wu didn't think it was a big deal to die a scholar, but he was very sympathetic to the scholar who had never met in vain.

The white-faced scholar said that the friend's residence is not very far from this mountain.

After descending the mountain, turn into a sheep intestine path, and after walking for half an hour, you will arrive smoothly.

There are quite a few people in this family, and except for a few servants and the like, the others are women.

It turned out that the deceased scholar had a wife and five concubines, all of whom were young and beautiful.

The white-faced scholar brought the bad news and asked Wang Rusheng to show the tiger skin.

When his family heard the news, they wept one by one.

When Mr. Wu saw that the family was crying very fakely, he knew that they were not really sad, but just pretending.

After the family cried, they began to prepare for the aftermath of the deceased scholar.

His wife invited them to stay here for one night.

When they saw that it was getting dark, they agreed to come down.

The hospitality was very welcoming, and everyone was arranged in a separate room.

Mr. Wu, who had been walking for a long day, felt a little tired and wanted to go to bed earlier.

Just as Mr. Wu was about to rest, he suddenly saw a woman enter.

It was a concubine of the deceased scholar.

The beauty of this woman's birth is very touching.

Mr. Wu saw her come in and asked what was the matter.

The woman smiled, and suddenly untied her outer robe, revealing her dirty clothes.

When Mr. Wu saw this, he understood that this person was here to ask for pleasure.

Seeing that the woman wanted to take it off again, Mr. Wu immediately stopped it.

The woman immediately cried, thinking that Mr. Wu disliked her.

Mr. Wu still has some heroic righteousness, although there are not many, but he will not do things like lewd wives and daughters.

After Yizheng's refusal, he kicked the woman out of the room.

Seeing off this woman, Mr. Wu breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he said to himself:

"I don't think this family of ladies is a woman.

If someone tempts me, there must be someone else.

The son of good fate is unfathomable, and there is no need to be hearty.

I just don't know ...... brother Wang."

Thinking of this, Mr. Wu immediately got up and decided to go to see Wang Rusheng's side.

As a good friend, he didn't want him to make a mistake in this matter!

On the other side, Wang Rusheng was washing his face in the room and also planned to rest.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Shi Shiran, the wife of the deceased scholar, came in.

This woman is also born beautiful, and when she saw Wang Rusheng, she also directly said that she didn't ask for anything else, but only for a happy night.

When Wang Rusheng saw that the other party took the initiative to take off his clothes, revealing his graceful figure, his heart suddenly beat faster, and his lower abdomen was hot.

Thinking about it, it's just an overnight joy anyway, and no one will say anything afterwards, and no one else will know.

immediately stepped forward, hugged the woman, and made love with her.

At this moment, the door was kicked open, and it was Mr. Wu who arrived.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw that Wang Rusheng was making out with the woman mouth-to-mouth.

After taking a closer look, Mr. Wu was suddenly shocked, Wang Rusheng's face was rapidly turning white, and there was obviously a loss of essence on his body, which was being sucked by the woman.

"Demons?"

Mr. Wu was first afraid, and then courageous, picked up the teapot on the table, and pointed it at the back of the woman's head.

The woman was hit, screamed miserably, and let go of Wang Rusheng.

Wang Rusheng, who was pale, floated under his feet, squatting on the ground, and was also frightened.

After kissing it, he regretted it.

Because he felt that the other party was sucking his own essence, he realized that this woman was a demon.

After the woman was hit by Mr. Wu, she let out a sharp scream that was not like a human voice.

After the shouting, I saw people coming out of the house, and gathered around him.

All of them were people they saw during the day, including the white-faced scholars who brought them here.

Seeing this, Mr. Wu nervously held the teapot in his hand, looked at the white-faced scholar and said:

"You monsters, you are actually planning to harm us!"

When the white-faced scholar heard this, he accused him:

"It's your little master who killed first, then don't blame us for revenge!"

"Little master?"

Mr. Wu was stunned, not knowing who the other party was talking about.

At this time, a tall man with a fierce face came out of the crowd on the other side.

When the white-faced scholars and others saw this big man appear, they all called them "masters".

The big man looked at the two people in the room with a fierce look, and said:

"You have killed my son, and I will take revenge.

Since you were tricked into coming here, then don't even think about leaving alive. ”

As he spoke, a roar came out of his mouth, and a tiger phantom could be faintly seen on his face.

When the two of them saw this, they realized that this thing was a tiger demon, and it should be the father of the evil tiger they killed.

Then it is not difficult to guess the identities of the other people here.

They should all be ghosts who are enslaved by them.

This tiger demon can enslave so many ghosts at one time, and the strength of cultivation can be seen.

Both had a sense of impending disaster.

Mr. Wu subconsciously looked at the room where Yeming was resting, but there was no movement there.

"Watch me chop you up, knead them into a mud, and make dumplings all of them!"

The tiger demon shouted angrily, and a huge steel knife appeared in his hand.

The blade alone is wider than a human, and it looks very scary.

When the two of them saw this, their faces were a little pale.

At this moment, I suddenly saw the door of Yeming's room open.

A sleepy night came out yawning:

"What's the matter, I don't sleep at night, it's noisy here."

When the tiger demon saw him, his pupils shrank, and then said:

"It turns out that the real master is here, well, I'll kill you first!"

Seeing the tiger demon coming over, Yeming waved his hand again and again:

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't want to fight you."

As he spoke, he suddenly pointed at Wu Monkey,

"It's going to fight you!"

Wu Monkey, who had not yet fully figured out the situation, heard this, and looked sideways at Yeming, as if he had doubts.

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