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Chen Bajin was lying on his stomach behind a lying cow stone, looking at a vast cemetery not far away with stone tablets and coffins lying horizontally.

It stands to reason that as a disciple of the Ghost Sect, there really shouldn't be anything to be afraid of a cemetery, not to mention that there must be lonely souls and wild ghosts in this cemetery. Even the more courageous gravediggers and grave diggers dare to kill three in and three out in the dark.

Chen Bajin's performance was really a disgrace to the Ghost Sect, which was the best at driving away ghosts.

"Senior Brother Seventh is really a bastard, when he took me out to practice, he said that he would take care of me more, but he was lost for almost half a month and still didn't find me...... This cemetery is so desolate that there must be wild ghosts. But if there really is a ghost......"

The seventh senior brother in Chen Bajin's mouth was one of the eight apprentices under the same master name as him in the Ghost Sect, and he started four or five years earlier than Chen Bajin. Chen Bajin was originally just an ordinary beggar in Fangcheng, and that day he partnered with an old beggar who had been begging for money to bury his grandfather for half a month, and asked him to go to the tile town near Fangcheng to find his beggar son on behalf of the old beggar at the cost of a roast chicken stolen from nowhere.

Chen Bajin's fifteen-year-old head thought about it, anyway, he had been pretending to be a burying grandfather in Fangcheng for half a month, and if he continued to pretend to be a grandfather, it was estimated that some people would wonder why this grandfather's body hadn't rotted yet. If you find the old beggar's son in that town, maybe you can play a betrayal to bury your father, not to mention a roast chicken, a rare heavenly delicacy on weekdays, so I agreed to the old beggar immediately.

Donghai County, where Fangcheng is located, is also one of the richest places in the Daqian Dynasty, and the little beggar has walked all the way for more than ten days, and there are also kind-hearted people who give food to several small villages, and it is easy to go. Who knew that it was easy to get to that town and didn't see the shadow of the old beggar and his son, and suddenly a few gloomy white-faced people jumped out, caught Chen Bajin and said that he was a little junior disciple personally selected by the master, and without saying a word, he took him to the mountain gate of the Ghost Sect.

Chen Bajin then woke up, no wonder the old beggar pretended to be dead, and the co-author was an old impermanence who dealt with ghosts every day.

However, Chen Bajin has never seen the old beggar since he was taken up to the mountain gate, and he doesn't know where he is pretending to be dead to cheat money.

After three months of confusion, suddenly Senior Brother Seven said that it was time to assess his disciple's homework once every three years, and he should take him down the mountain to have a good experience, and at the same time help him prepare for this assessment.

After all, in the mouth of the seventh senior brother, if the disciples who fail to pass the assessment will be punished into the ghost cave to sit down, and he just reached the minimum level of the assessment in March, so Chen Bajin followed down the mountain very obediently, who knew that after only a few days of going down the mountain, he inexplicably lost the figure of the seventh senior brother. Now that almost a month has passed, and it has been less than half a month since the disciple assessment, Chen Bajin can only find a ghost grave by himself and catch a wild ghost to go back to deal with the assessment.

"That old guy even tore off the whole chicken butt that he said he would give me!!"

Chen Bajin thought indignantly, and at the same time, he finally mustered up his courage, grabbed a rough wooden token in his hand and walked towards the cemetery, ready to grab a lonely soul and wild ghost or something to suppress it in this soul suppression order given to him by the seventh senior brother.

In fact, what Chen Bajin didn't know was that if a disciple of the Ghost Sect encountered the assessment within three months of entry, the content of the assessment would only be to recite the three rules and twenty laws of the Ghost Sect and the cultivation method of the entry. It's not at all the strength of the ghosts that Senior Brother Seven said about the assessment.

Chen Bajin tried hard to recall, and took a few words of ghost arresting mantra taught by Senior Brother Seven under his tongue, ready to deal with the lonely soul and wild ghost that suddenly sprang out at any time.

It's just that if there is no cooperation with spells such as exorcism and ghost exorcism, where is it so easy to encounter wild ghosts in ordinary graveyards. ...,

"If you don't go to the cycle of life and death, you have to come from the gate of the ghost sect. When you are greedy for the world to death, don't blame the soul and scatter!" Chen Bajin shouted, and kicked towards a coffin that was blocking the way. Chen Bajin entered the school for March, although he didn't learn a few techniques, but he learned a few martial arts from the seventh senior brother, and this kick was full of strength, and he kicked over the coffin blocking the road.

However, the lid of the coffin was obviously nailed, and the coffin was neither opened nor falling apart, but only rolled on the ground and rolled on its side. Chen Bajin saw that there was no intention of a ghost floating out of this coffin, touched his head, and whispered a few words to the coffin that turned on its side, "Don't blame, don't blame, reincarnate." He went deeper into the graveyard and looked for another coffin that had not been buried in the ground.

After several times like this, Chen Bajin knocked over several coffins, but they were all smooth and steady, but he faintly heard some sounds coming from the depths of the cemetery. kicked several coffins in a row, Chen Bajin was now full of courage, and he didn't think much about it, so he followed the sound and walked to the depths of the cemetery.

The closer he walked, the louder the sound became, and Chen Bajin began to look for some tombstones where he could hide his body, and slowly touched towards the sound.

"Don't say that life is bitter, and after death, each has its own taste. The happy are sweet, and the mourners are bitter. Regardless of good or evil, it all goes into the belly of the old monk, haha......" Chen Bajin walked for a while, and then he saw that a big monk in sloppy clothes was sitting on a tall coffin five feet wide and singing loudly, the cemetery was not very bright, but the monk's head was reflected by the moon, and two rows of crooked ring scars were printed on it.

"This wilderness, mass graves, where did the strange monks come from?" Chen Bajin was surprised for a while.

The monk had already spotted Chen Bajin's figure, "Hey, that kid, what are you doing to spy on the poor monk? Are you trying to ask me for a drink?" The monk smiled and pointed to the tombstone where Chen Bajin was hiding, and then pointed to a dark wine gourd in front of him.

"Great monk, you are a monk, how can you drink?!" Chen Bajin saw that the monk had no malicious intent, so he took a few steps closer, jumped on the coffin where the monk was sitting, and sat cross-legged opposite the monk.

"Wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha has left it in his heart. Who said that the family can't drink? The poor monk broke his head!" The monk laughed and raised his wine gourd and shook it, "The poor monk and the poor monk are called 'drunkard meat demons', I am the drunkard monk, do you know why I am called the drunkard monk?"

"Which temple is this wine and meat monk who was kicked out, so crazy. Chen Bajin thought to himself, but said in his mouth: "Isn't it a great monk, you drink an amazing amount of alcohol, but the monk drinks when you drink, why do you want to find this cemetery to drink." ”

"Hey, hey. The drunkard monk pulled out the stopper of the wine gourd and put it in front of him, "The drunkard and the drunkard naturally want to use the ghost as wine!"

Chen Bajin didn't have time to react to the meaning of the drunkard monk's words, and the drunkard monk had already begun to sing loudly again: "For decades of life, I always swim in the sea of suffering, Longjia lectures on the scriptures, and Shatuo plays the Buddha's ......."

"This monk seems to be really crazy, pitiful is pitiful. Chen Bajin shook his head, this monk is crazy even talking to people, thinking that the wine worm has entered his brain, he is already crazy, and normal people will not come to this cemetery to drink.

Thinking that he had not yet completed the task of restraining the ghosts, Chen Bajin was ready to get up and walk away, although this monk was acting crazy, but he still had a string of Buddhist beads on his chest, and he did not have to worry about him being caught by wild ghosts in the cemetery.

However, Chen Bajin was just preparing to move, but he found that in all directions, around the coffin where he and the drunkard monk were sitting, there were many ghosts!

With his hair scattered and his body covered with gray and blurry clothes, it is exactly the appearance of the lonely soul and wild ghost that Senior Brother Seventh said, but there is a circle around it, I am afraid that there are not dozens of lonely soul and wild ghosts!

"This is a bad dish! This monk sings and shouts indiscriminately, leading out ghosts!"

"Hmm...... Hmm......" The ghosts slowly gathered around the coffin where they were seated, in a muffled voice. The drunkard monk was still singing loudly, as if he didn't pay any attention to the white shadows surrounding him, but Chen Bajin couldn't sit still.

"Grandpa Chen, I'm a disciple of the Ghost Sect anyway!I'm afraid of a ball!" Chen Bajin took out the soul suppression order sent by the seventh senior brother from his arms, "Let Grandpa Chen catch a ghost first, and the rest won't be scared away immediately!" Chen Bajin was just about to make a move, and the drunkard monk's lyrics had already reached the end.

“...... Whether it is good or evil, it will all go into the belly of the old monk!haha" The drunkard monk laughed loudly, and he didn't see him move, and the lonely souls and wild ghosts around the coffin all turned into beams of white light and were ingested into the wine gourd in front of him.

"Good wine, good wine!" The drunkard monk picked up the wine gourd and stuffed it into the stopper, shook it gently, and a "whining" sound came from the gourd, like a ghost scream.

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