"Mr. Xie advises."

Yang Ju agreed and did as Chen Wang instructed.

The moment he pasted the written word "female" on the typo, a figure emerged.

It's the spirit of the word, and it appears again.

This time, she showed her whole face, calm and graceful, slightly polite, and after thanking Chen Wang, she slowly dissipated.

Yang raised his hand to hold this scroll, and he was a little reluctant for a while.

"Brother Yang still wants to renew his relationship with this female spirit, and he has the heart of adultery again?" Wang Hong joked.

"Don't talk nonsense. I just see that the spirit of the word is also channeled, and if it is destroyed, it will also be regarded as creating the karma of killing. Yang Ju's old face flushed and looked at Chen Wang.

Chen Wang smiled and didn't debunk Yang Ju's careful thoughts.

The spirit of this word was born out of a fallacy. The typo was filled in and she had already dissipated. At this time, there was no such female spirit in this world. Burn this scroll only because it has been psychic and can easily be possessed again. If she possesses a spirit again, she may not be a good woman, maybe an evil spirit. ”

When Yang Ju heard this, he was frightened into a cold sweat, and quickly burned the scroll, but it was inevitable that there was a faint loss on his face.

"Sir, are you satisfied with this annex? If you are not satisfied, there is another house below, and the gentleman can choose at will. ”

"Yang Sima Fengya, the courtyard here has met all my imagination."

"Then please stay here, sir. If there is any need for the gentleman, just open his mouth, and he will arrange it below. He will have another banquet in the future, and thank you, sir. ”

After Yang Ju thanked Chen Wang again, he said goodbye to Wang Hong and left.

……

"Dongming Temple and Taoist Academy are so famous, they can't solve the spirit of this word, but Mr. Chen is handy. Is it the Dongming Temple and the Taoist Institute that sell their reputations, or is Mr. Chen's means unparalleled? ”

It's dark at night.

Although Dazhao is prosperous in business, there is a curfew except for major days such as the Shangyuan Festival.

On the street, there were only Yang Ju and Wang Hong.

"Under the fame, there is no vanity. Today, I came into contact with Mr. Chan again, and I feel more and more that Mr. Chen is an extraordinary person. ”

"The mountains are deep and the tigers and leopards are hidden, and the world is chaotic. Yuzhou has always been rich and the people are simple, but in recent years, there have been many thieves, and the Dangshan thieves have dared to rob the people's fort. I heard that there was a drought in Hexi County next door, thousands of miles of red land, the people were easy to eat, and the Pure Lotus Demon took advantage of the situation, and the local government was in a hurry. Now, a master like Mr. Chen has gone down the mountain to walk, is it true that I have summoned Guozuo ......?"

Brother Yang said cautiously. The matter of national glory should not be talked about in vain. And now there are many people who believe in the Pure Lotus Sect, and even the court officials, there are many people who associate with them.

These words have come out of your mouth and into my ears, and don't talk nonsense in the future. If someone with a heart hears it and provokes hatred, Brother Yang is afraid that he will suffer from it. ”

"Hmph."

Yang Ju snorted coldly, although he was still a little unhappy, but he didn't say anything more.

When they reached the intersection, the two said goodbye.

Wang Hong and Li Fang got on the horse and walked to the county office, there were fewer people, and the night seemed even more bleak.

After walking hundreds of steps, suddenly, a mist rose and a strange horn sounded.

"My lord, there is a problem."

Li Fangkong took a step forward and protected Wang Hong.

The sound of the trumpet was mournful and desolate, as if someone was doing a funeral.

But now it's ugly.

How can a living person have a funeral when he is ugly?

In front, a group of figures could be seen walking over, wearing bells and whistles, carrying a bright red coffin, and someone in front of them was blowing.

"Ghosts walk at night." Wang Hong took a slight breath of cold air.

He didn't expect that on the streets of Yuyang City, he would encounter a group of ghosts walking at night.

The two hurriedly dismounted, avoided to the side, and hid in front of a house.

The nocturnal group of ghosts came quickly, and in the blink of an eye, they were approaching.

I saw that at the forefront, there were several huge mice, they walked upright like people, wearing human clothes, and from a distance, they really looked a bit like people.

The latter few were real people, but all of them had red lips and cheeks, and their faces were pale, which was very scary, and one of them was sitting on a coffin, holding a white flag.

"It smells of a living person."

As they walked past where Wang Hong and the others had just stood, a little ghost suddenly twitched his nose.

"Are there any living people? I haven't eaten anyone in days, I'm so hungry, I want to eat his heart. "A big rat with small eyes.

"Is it a man? I'm going to eat his, and I like that taste the most. "A sissy male ghost licks his tongue.

Wang Hong broke out in a cold sweat.

The sissy ghost twitched his nose and sniffed as he walked towards them.

However, as soon as he approached the house, he showed a painful expression.

"This family is so lucky that they burned me."

He backed away with his sleeve over his face.

"If there is no one, just eat these two horses to satisfy your hunger."

A group of imps stared at the two horses and surrounded them.

Under the moonlight, I saw ghosts longing, some imps holding the horse's neck and gnawing, and some imps holding the horse's belly and gnawing.

That sissy male ghost actually got into the horse's ass......

The wind howled, and ghosts wrapped around the two horses.

The two horses let out only a few faint wails before they fell.

After a few moments, the ghost figures dispersed, and the mournful trumpet sounded again.

A group of imps giggled and bounced away.

Wang Hong and Li Fang hid at the door and did not dare to move, until the east turned white and the rooster crowed, and they dared to come out.

Look at the two horses, lying motionless on the ground, unscarred, but completely lifeless, as if they had died of a serious illness.

Wang Hong was shocked, looked back at the plaque, and sighed softly.

"It turned out to be the Zhao family. Today, I have accepted their favor. ”

Fortunately, they happened to be at the door of Zhao's house, and the Zhao family in Xicheng was so lucky that the group of imps did not dare to approach, so they were able to get out.

If this is a poor family, or a house of decayed luck, the consequences are unimaginable.

The two didn't dare to delay and went home directly.

After arriving home, Wang Hong only felt that his body was weak and weak, so he fell ill in bed, and asked a famous doctor for treatment, but it was ineffective, and the sick body became heavier and heavier, which is not mentioned later.

Besides, Chen Wang, who stayed in Yang Ju's courtyard that day, and after falling asleep, he heard a familiar voice calling him in a trance.

"Sir."

"Sir."

Chen Wang opened his eyes and saw that he was still on the couch, and the bedroom was still there, but he knew that it was in a dream.

Monk Hongyuan was standing at the door of the house when he saw him open his eyes, folded his hands, and bowed slightly.

"Thanks to Mr. Huilan's guidance, Miss Huilan has persuaded her father to allocate money to shape the golden body of the little monk and build a small temple, all of which are presided over by the village elders.

In addition, Miss Huilan said that Lord Taishou had promised to write a monument for the little monk. The county lord has also agreed, and when the small temple of the little monk is built and the inscription arrives, the county lord will come in person to preside over the sacrifice.

In the future, the little monk will be a god of incense. All of this is thanks to Mr. The grace of the gentleman, the little monk is unforgettable. ”

"It's all your chance."