My 30 years of touching corpses in Yizhuang

The thirty or so women on the wall stood under the Bodhi tree; some were whispering, some were in a trance, or some were anxious, but the topics were all inseparable from the one in the outside world.

"Sister. He saved us."

"Yes! He is so heroic, I want to promise him with my body."

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Lin Xiang was a little impatient:

"Which one of you knows Monk Mingxin?"

The women on the mural fell silent immediately.

Shui Niang showed her fangs again, and the corpse aura instantly permeated the entire back mountain.

Those women knelt down one after another in horror, and tremblingly glanced at Lin Xiang, who had a murderous look, from the corner of his eye.

Standing in front, the woman with the most outstanding appearance told Lin Xiang neither humble nor overbearing:

"Benevolence. We don't know any Mingxin monks."

"you are lying."

Lin Xiang didn't expect that he would try his best to save them, but give himself this answer, and the uncontrollable anger in his heart was about to erupt.

Unlocking the universe in his sleeve, he took out the long sword from his sleeve, and the sky was instantly thundered.

The painted skin on the wall tremblingly curled up together.

Some timid women pleaded bitterly:

"Grandmother. You are kind to our sisters. Even if you make any request, we will do our best to meet it, and we will not deceive you."

Lin Xiang frowned and asked indifferently:

"How dare you say that you didn't lie to me? Among you, you will definitely have a private relationship with Monk Mingxin. If no one admits it, I will let you reappear in the world, and I will also prevent you from seeing the sun again."

Lin Xiang's words were so murderous that they lay on the ground trembling in fright.

In the end, the leading woman raised her head and told Lin Xiang forcefully:

"Although we are painted skins, we all devote ourselves to cultivating Buddhism, and rarely communicate with outsiders, let alone give and receive privately; even if we saw an old monk who was possessed by demons destroying the painting wall, we didn't do anything. We really don't know any monks who are enlightened. "

Lin Xiang frowned, and the murderous look in his eyes dissipated a little.

Seeing their sincerity is no longer lying.

"Monk Mingxin did fall in love with a woman on the back mountain of Banruo Temple. If it wasn't Huapi, who would it be?"

After a short silence, a woman said:

"The back mountain is a forbidden area in the Banruo Temple. Usually no one comes in. About many years ago, a young monk came in, and there was also a woman who fell in love with him, but it was not Huapi."

"Is that woman a ghost?"

"It's human."

"people?"

Lin Xiang was taken aback, how could it be a human?

"Engong. She is indeed a person. That woman seems to live in a village on the other side of the mountain."

Lin Xiang stared at Huapi's eyes, full of sincerity, not like lying.

"I remembered, 30 years ago, didn't we secretly watch a young monk kiss a woman?"

Probably kissing has left a deep impression in their minds, and they all showed expressions that it was them.

Chatteringly recalled the innocent years of watching the little monk kissing the girl many years ago.

Lin Xiang had nothing to say at the moment, he didn't expect Monk Mingxin to find the wrong person, it was ridiculous.

"That's all! I wronged you. I will come back and apologize to you when I find that woman."

"Emperor."

Before the painted skins could finish their words, Lin Xiang had already gone against the wind, to the other side of the target mountain.

Not to be outdone, Shuiniang cracked the stone under her feet, and her body was driven by a huge force, breaking the wind to catch up with Lin Xiang.

Chapter 63

Lin Xiang looked back at Shuiniang who was chasing up.

I thought:

Why are girls so cruel when they fly?

After a while, they came to the other side of the mountain.

There is indeed a village here.

The scale is not small, but also quite prosperous.

Lin Xiang was going to find that woman quietly and just settle down. The moment he closed his eyes, everything about the huge village unfolded in his mind one by one.

Unexpectedly, because Shuiniang didn't control her strength well, she landed directly in the village. The huge movement made the whole village panic and uneasy.

The village chief came to Shuiniang in fear, but before he could speak, Lin Xiang, who was standing in the sky, asked:

"Who in your village has been to the Banruo Temple on the other side of the mountain?"

The village chief raised his head and saw Lin Xianghou standing in mid-air, and hurriedly knelt down, explaining tremblingly:

"The other side of the mountain? The road is tough, and there are countless wolves, tigers and leopards in the mountain. No one can cross the mountain."

Lin Xiang knew in his heart that he would not easily ask a woman who had been to the Banruo Temple. After all, it is not an honor to have a private relationship with a monk. Besides, the woman's grandson is likely to be very old, and it is impossible to admit that she has been to the Banruo Temple. Hou Shan, otherwise how would he face his family?

Lin Xiang could only speak loudly what Monk Mingxin said to her last, so that everyone could hear:

"Monk Mingxin's last words: My heart died when my family suffered an accident when my parents died tragically. I thought that my whole life would be accompanied by coldness. I didn't expect to meet you. Only in you can I feel the blood flowing through my whole body. The warmth from time to time. There is no destiny in this life, and it will continue in the next life; Mingxin is sorry for you."

After Lin Xiang finished speaking, the shackles on his body fell off, and his face showed joy.

His gaze immediately fixed on the old woman kneeling in the corner.