South of the city.

The sky was overcast and drizzling.

The flowers on the side of the road were overgrown with weeds, and a few wild chrysanthemums were tightly wrapped in weeds, growing crookedly.

I don't know if it's because of the rain, but the streets are empty, and there is no one left.

The doors of all the houses were closed, and some of the locks were rusty, as if the owner had been gone for a long time and had not returned.

At this moment, it is already unitary time, and the sky has been darkened. On weekdays, it should be the most lively time, when adults do laundry and cook, children play at the door, smoke curls up, and laughter is endless.

But now, the south of the city is quiet, and even the sound of the wind can be heard clearly, as if there are no living people here, like a dead city.

The rain gradually began to fall heavier, and smoke was already rising from the ground.

In the rain, there was a man running in a hurry.

After running for a while, the man stopped in front of the door of a house and knocked on the door.

After about half a cup of tea, the door opened. The man looked around and walked in.

Sun Wukong and Yang Jian showed their true bodies, and the two glanced at each other, then turned into a golden light and followed in.

Inside the house.

"Master, you are here, please save my daughter-in-law! ”

It was a wrinkled, sixty-year-old, gray-haired old man who spoke. As he said this, he glanced at the next room, where a large lock hung from the door.

"Old man, don't worry, I am the big disciple of the Lotus Fairy, what demons and monsters, ghosts and ghosts have seen a lot, and tonight will definitely break the corpse of the little ghost who harmed your daughter-in-law!"

This time, it was a monk who spoke. What people didn't expect was that this monk was the one at the gate of the Qinglou in the morning.

"Master, thank you!" said the old man about to kneel.

"No need to be polite. The monk picked up the old man, his eyes rolled, and asked, "Are things ready?"

The old man was stunned for a second, then nodded quickly. I saw that the old man took out a paper figure from his room. The paper figure had a lifelike expression, like a real person, wearing a floral cotton jacket, a lock of hair tied behind its head, and a pair of red shoes on its feet.

"As you instructed, tie your daughter-in-law's hair, and put on her clothes and shoes, Master, what should we do next?" asked the old man anxiously.

The monk touched his chin and said, "Although doing good deeds is the foundation of Buddhism, the master is also a human being, and he also needs to be entangled in food and accommodation............

"Oh............ Hearing this, the old man seemed to remember something, and saw him take out a cloth bag from under the bed, and then slowly opened it. He took out all the silver in it and handed it to the monk tremblingly.

The monk took the silver in his hand and shook it, then smiled greedily.

"Master, what are we going to do next?" the old man asked in a low voice, standing to the side.

"You go and get some good wine and meat, this master must be full before he has the strength to deal with that little ghost. The monk sat down directly.

"Good wine, good meat?" the old man's eyes widened in surprise.

"As the saying goes, wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha stays in his heart, why are you so verbose, and if you delay it any longer, this master can't eat enough, and when the little ghost comes, your daughter-in-law will be finished. The monk deliberately raised his voice.

"Oh............ Master, you must save my daughter-in-law!" After saying that, the old man went to prepare food.

Sun Wukong and Yang Jian were standing beside the monk, and the two used stealth techniques, so the monk naturally couldn't see them.

"Such monks who do not abide by the rules and precepts have simply ruined the reputation of the Buddha, and today Lao Sun will definitely arrest him in front of the Buddha and confess his guilt!" Sun Wukong's face turned red, and he took out the golden hoop stick again.

"The Great Sage can't. Yang Jian stopped Sun Wukong and said, "Don't spoil the big thing, Great Sage, you should endure for a while, and it's not too late to clean him up after catching the ghost." ”

After listening to Yang Jian's words, Sun Wukong put away the golden hoop stick stupidly, he simply stopped looking at the monk and walked out.

Yang Jian shook his head with a wry smile, and thought in his heart: It's been more than a thousand years, this monkey's temper is still so short-tempered, when can it be changed.

The sky is gradually getting dark, and the south of the city, which is already deserted, is even more terrifyingly quiet at the moment.

Outside, there is endless darkness. Inside the house, an oil lamp emits a dim glow, reflecting the monk's face. At this moment, the monk's eyes were tightly closed, and the blue tendons on his face were bursting up, looking extremely hideous.

"Master, the meal is ready. The old man put the dish on the table and poured the monk another glass of wine.

Perhaps smelling the aroma of the food, the monk opened his eyes and drank the wine from his glass. Then the monk began to gobble up, and he looked like a beggar who hadn't eaten in days, and his face, hands, and clothes were covered with grease.

The monk very rudely broke off a chicken leg, ate the meat on the chicken leg in two bites, put the bone of the chicken leg in his mouth and shook it, and finally threw the bone on the table. After eating the chicken legs, the monk picked up another elbow, he put his face on the elbow, opened his mouth and gnawed frantically, and after a while, most of the meat on the elbow was eaten by him.

The old man looked at the monk who was eating and drinking, and the expression on his face was very complicated.

At this moment, a faint voice reached the ears of everyone present.

The voice seemed to be vague and ethereal, like a whisper between women, making it impossible to tell where the sound came from.

As soon as the monk heard this voice, he immediately put down the roast chicken in his hand, and he pricked up his ears to listen carefully.

......................................................

"When............ While............ When ............" voice became clearer and clearer - there was a knock on the door!

After about a dozen knocks, the sound stopped abruptly.

Quiet, the stillness that makes people panic.

"Whew............" A gust of wind blew through, almost blowing out the oil lamp.

"Squeak..............................

At that moment, the closed door outside opened on its own.

However, the door was empty, and there was no one to ............