"I look at this Yunyin Temple, and the incense is also at its peak. If you are just contaminated with a little vulgar atmosphere, you will not make the great monks here helpless. I see that although your face is thoughtful, but the eyebrows are obscene, it seems to have moved the hearts of mortals. ”

The monk looked embarrassed and his face was embarrassed.

Then, with a sigh, he clasped his palms together and said, "Amitabha, Mr. is really a master." The poor monk is indeed because after becoming an immortal, he misses the earthly life and returns to Yunyin Temple to live for a period of time, which is for the sake of the dust.

I never thought that when I met a female pilgrim, I also lived in the mountains. The poor monk talked to him, and he was touched by his heart. It is also the poor monk's shallow cultivation that moved his mortal heart, and after making peace, he was trapped here. ”

Chen Wang listened, but just shook his head.

"Before, the poor monk was ashamed, and he did hide something, and he couldn't help Mr. But this time, everything is true, please believe it. When the little woman came down the mountain, she made an oath with the poor monk, but after she came down the mountain, there was no news. The poor monk was concerned in his heart and was bound by his oath. The monk's face was sad.

"What you say may not be true."

Chen Wang stood up from the bamboo chair.

The dream shattered, and the moonlight was cold, reflecting through the window.

The young monk was still standing in front of him, but his body was illusory, and he was clearly not a person from the Yang world. The moonlight passed through his body, and it could reach the ground, and there was no shadow to be seen.

"Do you know what the little girl's name is and where she lives?" Chen Wang asked.

"Her surname is Zhao Huilan, and she is the daughter of the Zhao family in Yuyang Xicheng."

"If you give her your name and ask her, do you think she would be willing to come?"

"I would definitely like to come." The young monk was very sure.

"Okay."

Chen Wang picked up the bamboo cane beside him and gently squeezed it on the ground.

A faint white smoke emerged from the bamboo cane, turning into a teenager, dressed in white clothes, with a sword at his waist and a sawtooth wholesale.

"White-clothed ghost, there is Huilan, the daughter of the Zhao family in Yuyang Xicheng, are you willing to go for me and invite her?" Chen Wang's tone was very gentle, there was no order, and he couldn't talk about asking for each other, just a very plain informant. But there is a strong sense of self-confidence in it.

The white-clothed ghost hesitated slightly, for embarrassment: "You have a request, I dare not refuse." However, the Zhao family in Xicheng is a big family, and the door is prosperous, and I am a little ghost, so I can't get close to his house. ”

The lintel is thriving, the family with many people, the yang energy is vigorous, and it has its own momentum, which is not approached by ordinary ghosts and gods.

There are evil spirits that harm people, and generally only dare to harm the poor and cowardly.

"I can help you."

Chen Wang took out a piece of sandalwood from the basket and lit it, and a cigarette rose up.

The white-clothed ghost rode on the cigarette and floated into the air, only feeling light and comfortable.

"Remember, after seeing Miss Huilan, I reported the Dharma name of the Hongyuan monk of Yunyin Temple, and asked Miss Huilan if she would like to come and meet. If you wish, take a cigarette and bring her over; If you don't want to, don't force others. Chen Wang admonished.

"Remembered."

The white-clothed ghost agreed, was very excited, rode a cigarette, and took off into the air.

"The art of burning incense and riding cigarettes. Mr. means, the little monk admires. The young monk looked at this scene with amazement in his eyes.

But it was said that the ghost in white rode a cigarette and went straight to Yuyang City, galloping all the way, and was extremely happy.

When he arrived outside the city of Yuyang, he was afraid of the door god, and he did not dare to walk through the gate, so he flew directly over the city wall.

Overlooking from a high place, the houses in Yuyang City are lined up one after another, and the buildings are staggered, and the place where people gather in this big city is full of yang, as if steaming hot, making the white-clothed ghost feel uncomfortable from the bottom of his heart.

The Zhao family in Xicheng is a prosperous family, the lintel is extremely high, the people are prosperous, and it is like a fire rising up, which is mixed with wisps of thick green gas.

This shows that the Zhao family has children as officials, and the official position is not low.

If it was just a ghost in white, he would never dare to approach the Zhao family's mansion, as long as he approached, he would be burned to death by this vigorous yang luck, for fear that he would be destroyed.

Now, with the cigarette given by Chen Wang, supported around his body, the white-clothed ghost suddenly became bold and tried to get closer a little bit.

The cigarette split the vigorous yang energy and entered the Zhao family.

At this time, it was already night, and there was a husband patrolling the night, and other than that, everything was silent.

Zhao Huilan was in her sleep, and dreamed that a wisp of green smoke drifted in through the crack in the door, and a young man rode on the green smoke, dressed in white clothes, saw teeth wholesale, and fought with a sword in his hand, glared at her angrily, and asked:

"Monk Hongyuan of Yunyin Temple asked me to come and invite you, are you willing to follow me to see Monk Hongyuan, or are you willing to be eaten by me!"

Zhao Huilan was so frightened that she trembled like chaff, and when she heard the name of Monk Hongyuan, her expression changed again.

"I'm willing to go to see Monk Hongyuan, don't hurt me."

"Good. Then let me go. "The ghost in white is happy.

This was the first thing Chen Wang gave him to do, and he was afraid that Zhao Huilan would not follow him, so that he would mess things up.

At that moment, stepped forward and grabbed Zhao Huilan.

Zhao Huilan woke up from the dream and found that her arm was dragged by a ghost in white, and she rode a wisp of cigarette and rose into the air.

That nightmare, it turned out to be true.

……

Chen Wang and Hongyuan didn't wait long before they saw a gust of wind blowing, a puff of smoke drifting in, and the white-clothed ghost came back with Zhao Huilan.

"Fortunately, I didn't disgrace my life." The white-clothed ghost arched his hand towards Chen Wang.

Zhao Huilan trembled, and when she saw Monk Hongyuan, she was slightly excited, with both guilt and attachment on her face.

"Miss Zhao is so uneasy, it can't be that you directly kidnapped her, right?" Chen Wang asked.

"Nope! Absolutely not! According to my husband's instructions, I first reported the name of the Hongyuan monk of Yunyin Temple and asked her if she would like to come. She said yes, and I brought her here. "The ghost in white is right.

Zhao Huilan didn't care about the white-clothed ghost at this time, and she only said half of it, and she had a lot of things to say to Hongyuan, but because of outsiders around, she couldn't say it.

The monk Hongyuan also wanted to speak and stopped.

The ghost in white watched the play and looked curious.

"The moon is white and the wind is clear. Let's go, come with me to enjoy the moon. Chen Wang's bamboo cane in his hand lightly tapped on the head of the white-clothed ghost, opened the door and walked out of the house.

The ghost in white is extremely reluctant, how can it be fun to watch a play while admiring the moon?

But he could only follow out, leaving the room to Monk Hongyuan and Zhao Huilan.

……

About half an hour later, the door opened, and Monk Hongyuan and Zhao Huilan walked out.

The knot in the hearts of the two has obviously been opened, and there is a little relief in their expressions, and when they see Chen Wang, they show a little embarrassment.

"Miss Huilan did not fail to the little monk. It was Zhao Yuanwai who noticed the matter between the two of us, and was furious, locked Miss Huilan in the boudoir, sent someone to guard it, and did not allow him to go out for half a step.

And the little monk, although he got the fairy fate, he was not reborn, because the little monk moved his mortal heart, and when he was cultivating in the back cave, he had an accident and starved himself to death in the cave. The little monk is not an immortal, but a ghost. ”

Monk Hongyuan explained to Chen Wang, looking calm.

He didn't mean to deceive.

Ghosts and gods are often like this, because there is no body, the soul has nowhere to stay, it is easy to have incomplete memory, and occasionally when stimulated by some aspect, they will suddenly remember some things.

It is not uncommon for some ghosts to live as if they were alive and live their lives as usual, even if they are dead.

"There is one more thing to bother sir. The body of the little monk is in an unnamed cave in the back mountain, in a remote location, and no one has found it so far. Although it was just a stinky skin, the little monk couldn't bear to expose it to the wilderness. I hope that Mr. can go to the back mountain to find it, or burn or bury it, it depends on Mr. cheap. ”

Chen Wang naturally agreed.

Monk Hongyuan thanked him repeatedly.

"Mr. Chen, Hongyuan has no body, what will happen to him in the future?" Zhao Huilan asked suddenly.

"Although Hongyuan has gained immortal fate and cultivated some immortal arts, he has not been reborn before, and now he has lost his body, and his soul has nowhere to sustenance, if there is no other special opportunity, after a long time, I am afraid that it will dissipate between heaven and earth."

Chen Wang replied truthfully. He wanted to comfort Zhao Huilan, but he was not good at deceiving people.

"Life gathers anger, and people die and disperse. Everyone is a passerby, how many people have been immortal since ancient times? "Monk Hongyuan has been bearish.

Zhao Huilan was very sad, knelt down and kowtowed to Chen Wang, poignant and sincere: "Ask Mr. Zhao to save Hongyuan!" The little woman Zhao Huilan must be grateful for her great kindness. ”

"I can't help him with this." Chen Wang shook his head, paused for a moment, and said, "If you want, you can help him." ”

"Please sir."

"When a person dies and does not come back to life, the soul will either become a ghost or become a god. The reason why Hongyuan's soul was detained here before was because you had a vow to meet him again.

Words are the law. He is bound by your oaths, so he becomes a ghost and is trapped here. Now, when you meet, everything is released, and Hongyuan has no obsession in his heart, so he can't be a ghost. ”

"In this way, the little woman is here, but she has harmed Hongyuan?"

"If you don't come, he will be trapped by his oath and bound here forever."

Chen Wang continued: "Hongyuan once obtained immortal fate and cultivated spells, not ordinary ghosts. Moreover, he looked down on everything, knowing that he was about to dissipate between heaven and earth, and he had no resentment, and he did not want to harm others, which was for the sake of goodness. Therefore, although he cannot be a ghost, he can become a god. ”

"Will you help me become a god?" Hongyuan was no longer calm when he heard this, and couldn't help but feel excited.

"It's easy to become a god. You are already proficient in some spells, as long as you are given a golden body, build an ancestral temple, you can cast spells again, or fall into a dream, or save people, as long as someone believes in you and is willing to give you incense, you have incense to eat, and in time, you will naturally become a god. But if there is no Heavenly Court or the Imperial Court, they are all wild gods, and they will not last long after all, and once they are reported to the Heavenly Court, they will be eliminated as demons. ”

"Heavenly Court or Imperial Court Edict? It's easier said than done. ”

"So it's okay to compromise." Chen Wangdao, "The Zhao family seems to be a famous family in Yuzhou. If Miss Huilan can persuade Ling Zun to find someone to operate, record Hongyuan's life in the local annals, and then find the villagers to build a temple and a monument for Hongyuan, and shape the clay body, then this matter can be done. If you can find Yuyang Ling, or Yuzhou Taishou inscription, it is more secure, and it can be regarded as local orthodoxy. ”

"Thank you, sir. My father and the new Yuyang Ling, as well as Yuzhou Taishou, have old friends, and this matter will definitely be done. Zhao Huilan kowtowed again and again to thank her.

Monk Hongyuan also thanked him.

"Don't thank me. The main reason is that Hongyuan has obtained immortal fate and has practiced spells. If this matter can be done, Hongyuan should benefit the place, as long as it wins the hearts of the people and promotes its reputation, after a long time, the local officials will be on the table, and the court will naturally be officially enthroned, which can be a righteous god. ”

"Mr. Xie taught. Hongyuan will do its best. ”

Hongyuan thanked again and made a guarantee.

The matter was settled here, Hongyuan left, Chen Wang lit sandalwood again, and the white-clothed ghost rode a cigarette and sent Zhao Huilan back to the boudoir, and no one knew.

Zhao Huilan watched the white-clothed ghost ride a cigarette away through the crack in the door, and the moonlight shone in through the window, as bright as day.

She lay on the bed, for a moment, in a trance, unable to tell whether it was a dream or reality.

Until she felt that her knees and forehead were wet and stained with mud, but it was caused by the rain during the day and the damp soil outside the squatter house, and she knelt down and kowtowed.

Only then was I startled, knowing that everything just now was not a dream.

Thinking that Hongyuan was trapped after death because of an oath he made to her, and he couldn't be free, he couldn't help but feel sad and blamed himself.

Thinking of the young man's guidance again, I only hoped that I would go to my father immediately at dawn, even if I gave up my life, I also wanted to persuade my father to save my lover.

……

Early the next morning, Chen Wang thanked the little monk, carried the basket, and went out in the morning sun.

According to what Hongyuan told him last night, he found a remote path in the back mountain, and only between the mountains and forests, he searched carefully, and only then did he see traces as if someone had walked.

Chen Wang climbs upward, the forest and spring are very good all the way, and the narrow place has a magnificent scenery that the world can not see.

Yesterday there was another rain, and the mountain breeze was a little cold in the morning.

In the stone cave on the top of the mountain, a corpse sits withered, skinny as firewood, which is the failure of Bigu and the appearance of starvation. The days of death are not short, and the skin is already dark.

Chen Wang knew that this was Hongyuan.

The bamboo cane in his hand gently squeezed the ground, and the ground cracked, and only after the bones fell into it did it re-heal.

Then, looking back at the swaying pine trees outside the cave, he raised his hand and made a slight move, and the mountain wind howled, blowing a puff of dust, and piled up a tomb on the ground.

Every year, the wind from the south blows green and dirty.