The main difference between the upper room and the middle room of the Yunlai Inn is in terms of size, as for the layout of the room, there is not much difference, just one or two more pieces of furniture.

In an upper room, Fan Yuan was doing things with his personal maid to turn his clothes upside down, and when he heard the crying outside, he didn't spoil the fun, so he casually made a few mistakes and did something hastily.

Then he heard Song Asan's shouting and scolding, and the movement of jumping down.

Fan Yuan stroked the plump and greasy girl in his arms with one hand, and muttered in his mouth: "I have said it a long time ago, when I go out and encounter this white thing, I am unlucky, and I can't even sleep well." If it wasn't early, I would have rushed to Guiyuan County to stay. ”

The maid was touched and softened, and she only tasted an appetizer just now, and she was quite dissatisfied, so she immediately said coquettishly: "Son, you want to be a slave ......"

Hearing this call, Fan Yuan was reinvigorated, and was about to turn over his horse and continue the expedition, when he heard the cry of "woo woo" sound again.

"And there's more!"

Fan Yuan jumped up, furious.

But soon, he seemed to think of something, and his face changed: No, why did Song Asan lose his voice?

Fan Yuan quickly put on his clothes and said, "Xiaohuan, you stay in the room and don't go out." ”

With that, he opened the door and walked out to find his cousin Fan Xuan next door.

Fan Xuan was sitting inside, neatly dressed, wiping a sword. His personal maid was arranged to live in another room.

"Zihong, did you hear the crying outside?

Fan Yuan said urgently.

They were born in a large family in Qinzhou and have their own knowledge.

Fan Xuan nodded: "It's indeed a little weird, just now my Spirit Yuan Sword, I groaned to myself without wind, warning people." ”

Fan Yuan was taken aback: "Could it be that the corpse of Qian Dashan has changed?"

Fan Xuan muttered: "It stands to reason that it won't, how can it be so easy to be a corpse......? Unless someone arsons the corpse and borrows the corpse to return the soul!"

Fan Yuan asked, "What should we do?"

Fan Xuan thought for a while and said, "You go back to the room to clean up, bring Xiaohuan over, and come with me." ”

"Good!"

Fan Yuan immediately went back to the room, and as soon as the light was like a bean, he saw the maid lying on the bed face inward, as if asleep: "Xiaohuan, get up and get dressed, and go next door with me." ”

Didn't hear an answer.

Fan Yuan walked over impatiently and lifted the quilt: "Hurry up...... Ahh

The word "come" at the back turned into an exclamation.

Lying on the bed, where is the maid, it is clearly a paper figure, wearing an emerald green and red paper clothes, and the eyebrows are vividly depicted.

Fan Yuan was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground: "Zihong, help!"

Fan Xuan, who was next door, heard the call, strode in, and when he saw the paper figure on the bed, he immediately held up the sword in his hand and stabbed it.

Snort!

In the middle of the chest and abdomen, there was red blood flowing out and splashing on the bed.

Which of the stabs was a paper man, it was clearly a maid Xiaohuan who was undressed, who died unexpectedly, and her eyes were wide open.

Fan Xuan's face changed greatly.

Seeing this, Fan Yuan trembled and said, "Zihong, what is this?"

"Ghost illusion, ignore it, follow me. ”

The two returned to Fan Xuan's room and sat under the lamp, their faces very ugly.

Fan Yuandao: "Why don't we go down and tell Uncle Dong to get up and leave here in a car?"

Fan Xuan said coldly: "In the middle of the night, it was pitch black, and going out at this time was equivalent to death." ”

"But if you stay here, won't you also wait for death?"

Fan Yuan almost burst into tears.

"Afraid of what?"

Fan Xuan shouted in a low voice: "You and I are both lifters, with meritorious fame and official spirit, and when you are idle and evil, don't dare to do harm." Besides, in my hand, I still have the Spirit Yuan Sword. ”

Hearing what he said, Fan Yuan calmed down a little.

There has been a saying that official morale deters evil spirits since ancient times. It's not that the repression is mutually restrictive, but that once the evil hurts the people who have official spirit, it will be subjected to a certain amount of backlash, and it will be difficult to get rid of it, which will have a negative impact.

It is a general evil that will not be easily attacked by officials.

In fact, people who practice martial arts also pay attention to it, in a word: killing an official is tantamount to rebellion, and there is no turning back.

Fan Xuan went over, turned on the light, and sat back again, with his sword on his knees, with a solemn expression.

Fan Yuan didn't have as much kung fu as this cousin, he seemed restless, he also held a sword in his hand, but it was purely for show, and the blade of the sword was not pulled out of its sheath.

It's strange to say that there was such a disturbance, and there was no commotion up and down the inn, and I don't know if the other guests were asleep, or if they pretended not to hear anything, hiding in the room and shivering.

I believe that the latter is the majority, when they go out, it has nothing to do with themselves, most people will choose to pretend to be deaf and dumb, and only Song Asan's irritable temper will be the first bird and jump down.

The crying disappeared at some point.

At the four corners of the eaves of the Yunlai Inn, a white lantern suddenly rose from each of them, and a big word "Lay" was written on it.

White skin and black letters, the fire is heavy.

......

The Dharma field not far away, built in front of the mourning hall, covers an area of nearly one acre, and is quite extravagant.

The Qian family is rich and powerful, and the old man has died, so he has to handle the future affairs in a big way, and he must do it decently.

Qian Juren specially spent a large amount of money and invited the famous monks of Fayuan Temple to come and practice. The six monks, some old and some young, are very neat.

On the stage, some of these monks were chanting, some were beating wooden fish, and some were walking around the coffin, chanting words......

On the other side, there are the children of the Qian family who are guarding the spirit, and there are about a dozen of them.

The night is getting deeper.

Suddenly, a gust of evil wind blew up, causing the Dharma Shrine to rattle, and several of the hanging lanterns were directly blown to the ground and extinguished.

When everyone saw this, they couldn't help but be surprised.

The old monk sitting cross-legged at the top, with the Dharma name "Kong Yuan", has a white beard and longevity, and has a compassionate face. The eyes, which had been slightly closed, suddenly opened, revealing a look of surprise.

At this moment, the sonorous sound was loud.

But it was the several iron rings on a tin iron Zen staff that he pestled to the side, as if they were alarmed by something, colliding with each other and making a piercing sound.

Kong Yuan's face changed greatly, and he lost his voice: "How is it possible?"

At this call, the monks who were doing their own methods suddenly stopped their movements and looked at him one after another.

But seeing Kong Yuan jumping up, he reached out and took the tin iron Zen staff in his hand.

Call!

The evil wind rose again, carrying a cloud of black gas, whistling, and it seemed that it was going to get into the coffin.

"Demons, Hugh is arrogant!"

Master Kong Yuan shouted, opened his eyes, picked up his Zen staff, made a vajra demon demeanor, and swept away.

"Get out!"

In the evil wind and black air, there are strange voices shouting.

The next moment, Zen Master Kong Yuan was as if he was hit by a huge force, and his body fell backwards, falling more than two feet away.

"Master!"

Several young monks hurriedly ran to help.

But I saw that black gas fell on the coffin, and it disappeared in a flash.

Giggles!

The thick and solemn coffin shook slightly at first, and then the thick coffin lid lifted up little by little......