Bureau of Psychic Creatures Investigation

"Owner!"

The two subordinates stood in front of the cave door, and when they saw the black and white housekeepers coming, they immediately showed respect.

Turn on the light, and there is a spacious room in front of you.

Luxuriously furnished rooms are unique, with a statue of Bodhisattva in the center of the room surrounded by futons.

There is an altar in the middle, on which are placed incense and the like.

"Senior, did you expect that you are also a Buddhist?"

Fu Kuan was a little surprised. Those who had heard of ghost masters cultivating Taoism were just hearing about it. After all, ghost masters could not survive without absorbing human yang energy.

It was the first time I saw a ghost master who was so devoted to cultivating Buddhism, and I couldn't help being in awe.

Sitting cross-legged on the futon in white, he just smiled at Fu Kuan.

Hei Yi also sat down, and then looked at Tang Chuchu.

"Chuchu, although your uncle and I are both ghost masters, we are not born with the desire to do so. Over the years, many evil spirits have been exterminated, and we can't trap the living by sucking those ghosts to survive."

"Eating the flesh and blood of those livestock now can also replenish the body, but it has the smell of many livestock."

"Cultivate yourself now, just wait for the day when you will be reincarnated, and don't think about anything else, hey!"

What Hei Yi said was very helpless, but it could be regarded as speaking from his heart.

Fu Kuan knew in his heart that as a ghost master, he had already experienced the half-dead life.

"Uncle, Second Uncle, I have really troubled you all these years, but I don't understand, can this glazed cup be repaired here?"

Tang Chuchu couldn't help asking questions, and the great monk Zhengming immediately grabbed the meteorite with both hands and went to the center of the table.

"Amitabha!"

"This room was originally a place of practice, and the Buddha's light shines everywhere. Even though it is underground, it can be regarded as a unique cave."

"This Bodhisattva incarnation statue can be regarded as a magic circle, so I won't talk about it in detail."

What the Great Monk Zhengming said was right, Fu Kuan looked around, and the room was indeed furnished differently, it clearly looked like a Buddhist circle.

But after reading it, he still scratched his head, after all, Fu Kuan didn't know much about the Buddhist magic circle.

"Haha, it's really funny. You Tang family are all ghost masters. Ghost masters are living dead people, and living dead people practice Buddhism. It's really unheard of, unseen, fun, fun!"

Qi Dawei bluffed a few words, Fu Kuan immediately raised his eyebrows at him, seeing this, Qi Dawei quickly covered his mouth.

"Since the master has opened his mind, let's talk about how to repair this glazed cup. We will cooperate with all our strength."

Bai Yi asked a question, Master Zhengming immediately sat on the futon.

Everyone followed suit, and Fu Kuan also sat cross-legged like the Great Monk.

"Amitabha, when the heart is upright, the spirit is upright, and the mind is united, so as to respond to all dharmas without change. This is the true meaning of Buddhism."

"Now we calm down and move our breath, maybe we can use the power of the magic circle to station."

"When the stationing is completed and the meteorite is smelted, the glass lamp will naturally be healed."

"It's just that I don't know if it can be fully recovered, it also depends on the fate of your Tang family!"

Knowing the destiny and doing one's best, maybe that's the only way to go.

Fu Kuan didn't think much about it, and followed suit.

Seeing that the great monk Zhengming put his hands together, he suddenly opened his eyes, protruded his hands, and directly shot a breath with two fingers at the meteorite in the middle.

The powerful aura emitted white smoke, but Fu Kuan couldn't see exactly what he was shooting out.

He was hesitating, seeing that the black and white butlers were also starting to exert their strength, and the pure Yin spirits were shining with green light, all of them were blessing towards the meteorite in the center of the table.

"It's time to start."

Master Zhengming looked at the hesitant Fu Kuan and reminded him, Fu Kuan suddenly felt a little embarrassed, maybe he was too suspicious.

After doing so, everyone urged the meteorite in the middle, and sure enough, within a short while, the meteorite flew into the sky.

Slowly, the meteorite was directly suspended in mid-air.

Perhaps because of the enveloping yin and yang qi, the meteorite has slowly blossomed into light. Fu Kuan was a little surprised, he never thought that the meteorite was so miraculous.

After pushing for more than half an hour, Fu Kuan suddenly felt that something was wrong.

The Yin spirit in his body seemed to be completely drained, his body was empty, his limbs were weak, and the feeling of dying was unbearable.

wrong!

Fu Kuan didn't feel good. If it is said that blessing the Yin Ling is completely controlled by himself, how could he feel completely out of control.

I just feel like my whole body has been hollowed out, that kind of completely numb feeling.

Fu Kuan endured the discomfort and opened his eyes, and was startled!
I saw that Master Zhengming who was sitting opposite had somehow arrived in front of his eyes.

The great monk was sitting face to face with himself, nose to nose. He stared and opened his mouth. The huge mouth was dark like a bottomless pit, and he was constantly sucking in the ghosts he had punched out.

you!
Fu Kuan was shocked!
I wanted to say something but felt my limbs were weak, my mouth was dry, and my throat was full of smoke, and I couldn't move at all.

"You... what are you doing!"

Enduring the severe pain, Fu Kuan wanted to push the great monk Zhengming away, but unexpectedly, his arm seemed to be no longer his own, and he couldn't control it at all.

"Amitabha, benefactor, why are you nervous? I'm just doing what I should do, sucking up your yang energy, goodness!"

what?
The great monk was expressionless, his eyes were still wide open and his mouth was wide open. The mouth was almost close to Fu Kuan's.

I just felt nauseated, and Fu Kuan couldn't stand it anymore.

Exploration technique!
He was told by the black and white butler before that he completely trusted the other party, and he didn't even think that the other party was a ghost master, so he remembered it.

But it's still too late.

Fu Kuan opened his eyes again, and the red light shot at the monk in front of him.

I almost didn't spit it out at this look, I saw that the guy in front of me who was face to face with him was no big monk, he was clearly a big-headed ghost!

The huge head can be as big as a millstone, and the top of the head is full of pustules, and the big ones are superimposed with small ones, densely packed with different sizes.

These pustules are greenish-yellow and occasionally ooze mucus.

These inexplicable liquids began to flow down the head of the big-headed ghost, exuding bursts of extremely foul smell.

This situation made Fu Kuan wake up in an instant. What kind of magic circle was stationed in France? He was clearly fooled.

Fu Kuan struggled to open his eyes, looked at the opposite side, and was even more angry.

On the opposite side, the black and white butlers were doing the same thing, two old things, one was smoking on Tang Chuchu, the other was on Qi Dawei, each of the three smoked one, it was completely a slaughterhouse!
I am Nima!
Fu Kuan was furious and couldn't help cursing secretly, but unfortunately, after struggling for a long time, his body still couldn't move at all.