Bo Fu didn't expect this woman to answer his question, his skillful teasing methods had already teased this woman to the point of panting, just when the woman thought that it was a matter of course, and was about to be completed, but saw that the pervert's face was straight: "This girl! I found that it is not appropriate for a lonely man and a widow to live in the same room at night! Girl, your name is important, so let's....I have a room next to me, which is not very airy but certainly does not leak rain, and the girl can go there for the night, and if there is anything, you can shout, and you will be there immediately!" Then he turned the woman in his hand around and sent her out of the door very smoothly.........

The woman stood outside the door in a daze, just coming back to her senses and trying to turn around, when there was a "pop" behind her, and the door slammed shut. The woman gritted her teeth in anger, but she was still very beautiful... Behind the door, Bo Fu snickered, "Although I don't mind taking the opportunity to rub oil, I really don't have any interest in playing piston sports with a dry bone......"

The woman stood outside the door, snorting, for Bo Fu the wall and the door did not play a role in blocking the line of sight, the god looked at the woman seemed to have a hint of preparation to break into the door with force, and then he tried this and that, but then the demonic energy that suddenly erupted in the distance made the woman spin her body and disappear at the door.

The next day, when it was dawn, Bo Fu stretched his waist and walked out of the door. I saw a dead body carried out by several people in the monk's room at the other end......... The corpse was shriveled and shriveled, and it looked like skin and bones all over its body, and a little bit of essence and blood on its body was gone, and the whole person looked like a withered corpse buried in the desert for hundreds of years. The carryers were not surprised, they were just cautiously searching for the dead's belongings, if any. Then he found a broken mat and rolled up the corpse. A few people carried them to the forest outside the temple and pulled the fallen leaves on the ground casually. Throw the corpse on the ground and cover it with fallen leaves, and you're done.

Bo Fu didn't bother to ask, anyway, several people here are poor ghosts or beggars, and it is an unlucky ghost who can live for a day. He just sat alone on the offering table in the main hall of the temple that had not yet been cut into firewood, and he was distracted by himself - there were not a few monsters left on the Black Swan on the sea hundreds of miles away, and those guys all went to their former cave mansion to be nostalgic.

The sky passed quickly, and from the only path outside the temple gate leading to the town twelve miles away, a young man who looked like a scholar with a bamboo frame on his back, his clothes were quite sloppy, and he rushed towards the temple gate with his head covered. When he arrived at the door, the scholar raised his head and glanced at the plaque on the side. "Lanruo Temple! It's here! Let's deal with it for a few days first!"

Bo Fu didn't want to talk nonsense with this scholar, he directly lit a fire in the room, took out a fat sheep and roasted it on the fire....... fragrant mutton attracted all the people here, basically unkempt and skinny, seeing that Bo Fu Da Ma Jin Dao sat next to the fire and stretched out a hand to turn the mutton, all of them shrank and did not dare to step forward. In their eyes, Bo Fu was a good man, and it was not something they could rob to get a mouthful of sheep to roast and eat, so they all hugged in front of the fire and drooled - the scholar was also one of them, but his reasons were definitely different from the others..........

Bo Fu then slapped the sealing mud of a jar beside him open. The smell of wine immediately overflowed—and almost immediately there was a "whoop" of one more person in the field.......... but one with a sword on his back and tattered clothes. A down-and-out Taoist priest with a beard on his face. The Taoist priest breathed deeply into the aroma of wine and mutton, fanned the breath into his nostrils with the palm of his hand, and then took out a shriveled steamed bun from his arms and gnawed it on the aroma.......... Bo Fu suddenly laughed, "This Taoist priest is also interesting! Come on, come on, Taoist priest, I invite you to drink!" He lit the other side of the fire.

This Taoist priest was also refreshing, stepped to the opposite side in one step, unceremoniously took out a sea bowl from his arms, and then picked up the wine jar from Bo Fu, who was at least one meter and a half away from him, and helped himself fill a bowl, and then tore off a piece of mutton and took a big bite, and only after killing half a bowl of spirits in one breath did he exhale a long breath of satisfaction, "Thank you for your hospitality!"

"You Taoist priest is also refreshing!dare to ask your Excellency what is the Taoist number?" asked Bo Fu as he tore off a few pieces of mutton and threw them away—the target was the unlucky ones who drooled. Waiting for the Taoist priest to answer, Bo Fu spoke again: "This Xiucai came and sit!" He greeted the young man.

The scholar was a little overwhelmed and undecided, but the Taoist priest pulled him to sit down, then took out a broken bowl and poured him a bowl of wine, and motioned for him to tear the mutton and eat it himself—exactly like a master. As for Bo Fu, he didn't care anyway, he tore off a leg of mutton himself, and ate happily with another jar of old wine beside him. The Taoist priest was like a hungry ghost reincarnated, grabbed a leg of mutton and gnawed it clean, and even the scholar became a man after choking and drinking a bowl of wine, drinking and eating meat while whining and crying, and muttering unknown words in his mouth.........

"Daoist, what about you? And the little scholar, what's your name?" Bo Fu finished nibbling on the leg of mutton and said again. "In Xia Yan Chixia!" the Taoist priest said with a big grin, "Ning ......... Ning Caichen!" The scholar muttered inarticulately, and then fell to the ground and fell asleep.......

"Young people can't drink enough!" Bo Fu Ha Luha smiled and drank a jar of wine with the Taoist priest who called himself Yan Chixia, "although my memory is a little blurry......... But I still remember Yan Chixia of Wuma, this old way is printed in a mold of Wuma.......... "The two of them drank wine and ate meat, and they didn't talk about other topics, but they still ate and drank happily." "You're a pervert........." This is what Yan Chixia said, "but it's a free and easy man, if you touch it......., you touch it! ”

"You Taoist priest is also a bit of a Taoist, you see, right? But why don't you save the dead ghost?"

"Can't be saved! can't be saved!" Taoist priest Yan Chixia looked quite helpless.

"Well, let him go. There are many troubles in this mortal world, as long as it doesn't provoke you and me, let it go!" Bo Fu didn't mention it again - except for the Taoist priest and the new scholar Ning Caichen, the inhabitants here were all full of karma, and these people were by no means good people in the past.........

After the meat was eaten and the wine was drunk, Bo Fu lifted the scholar up. After a few steps, he came to the scholar's room and put him on the board, and when he turned to come out, the Taoist priest had disappeared without a trace. Bo Fu went to the room and sat down, and casually took out a book that he had just touched from the scholar's bamboo shelf and read it, "It's actually an anthology of current literature......... It's really unlucky.......... can't you, Ning Caichen, bring a few good books like Golden Bottle Plum and Lamp Grass Monk?" (To be continued......)