The young monk has returned to secular life

Mu Yunqing showed a teachable expression and took advantage of the situation to open Yizhen's ears.

Yi Zhen stared into his eyes and asked in disbelief: "You mean, Liefang Pavilion has been arranging old man Fang's affairs since then?"

Mu Yunqing nodded gently: "I trust my intuition."

Yi Zhen also nodded: "I believe it too."

Women’s intuition has been proven for thousands of years and is trustworthy.

"Do you also have this intuition?" Mu Yunqing asked in surprise.

She felt like she had met a soulmate.

But Yizhen shook his head very solemnly: "I have no intuition myself. I just trust your intuition."

Okay, let's play the piano to the cow.

Mu Yun gave Yizhen an innocent look, leaving a fairy-like glimpse.

She looked around at everyone and said solemnly: "This matter must be the work of Liefang Pavilion."

"We don't care what the purpose of Liefang Pavilion is. The most important thing at the moment is to catch Shisha to prevent him from hurting innocent people and causing panic among the people."

"Grandma Zhou, do you have any good suggestions?"

Zhou Jin thought for a moment and said coldly: "The evil spirit has become a corpse. If you want to catch him, you must take advantage of his weaknesses."

"What's the weakness?" everyone asked in unison.

"Basking in the sun."

"Baking in the sun?" This weakness surprised everyone.

"That's right." Zhou Jin confirmed: "Once the evil is done, his body will be extremely hard and ordinary weapons will not be able to hurt him."

"And his soul is hidden in the corpse, just like a tortoise hiding in its shell. If you want to hurt his roots, you must use the light of pure sunshine to destroy his corpse."

"As long as his body is broken, there is no need to worry about his soul."

"It's just that there's a problem now."

"What's the problem?" Qingmei asked.

Zhou Jin looked at Yizhen again and said with a smile: "Zi Sha also knows his own weakness. He only comes out at night."

"Then what should we do?" Qingmei asked again.

"Catch him at night." Zhou Jin kept staring at Yizhen, his smile getting brighter and brighter.

"Then how should we catch him?" Qingmei seemed to be cooperating with her and continued to ask.

"Then take advantage of another of his weaknesses."

"What weakness?"

"Homesick."

"Love home?" This answer also exceeded everyone's expectations.

Zhou Jin nodded: "The condition for the formation of the corpse evil is 'On the day of the 27th, the soul returns to the corpse'. This condition is actually very harsh. The corpse is at home, which is where his obsession lies."

"Then you mean that Old Man Fang is hiding in his own home now?" Qingmei asked again.

"No." Zhou Jin shook his head and looked at Yi Zhen with a wicked smile: "But we can lead him home."

Yizhen suddenly felt his scalp numb. He couldn't help but swallow his saliva and asked hesitantly: "You don't want Qingmei to lure him home, do you?"

"Of course... no!" Zhou Jin answered halfway before realizing that he was almost taken advantage of by this smelly monk.

"You can say such things, but are you still not a man?"

Qingmei, who had reacted, also joined the ranks of condemning Yi Zhen: "Smelly monk, you deserve to have no friends. You want me, a weak woman, to be used as a bait. Do you still have any compassion?"

"That's right." Even Zhang Qi and Gu Minghan felt that Yi Zhen was going too far.

Yi Zhenxin said, if you let me, a young monk with fine features, be used as a bait, will you have compassion?

He was extremely unhappy.

However, the reality is cruel. With the unanimous recommendation of everyone, he had to accept this glorious and arduous task.

"Amitabha, as the Buddha said, if I don't go to hell, who will?"

"Just now, Xiaoseng just wanted to test Sister Zhou's reaction ability. You really did not disappoint Xiaoseng."

"In that case, let's discuss how to arrest Old Man Fang after we're here."

Zhou Jin smiled and shook his head, and gave Yi Zhen a reassuring look.

"You just have to do your job and leave the rest to us."

What do you mean?

Do you not want me to know about your subsequent plans, or do you not have them at all?

Isn't this playing me?

"Amitabha, sister Zhou hasn't thought of a way yet, right?"

Zhou Jin followed Yi Zhen's example, clasped his hands and said, "Buddha said, don't say it, don't say it."

Use the Spear of the Son to attack the Shield of the Son.

Yi Zhen suffered a loss and felt so depressed that she wanted to stab her with a gun.

Dare you cheat this monk?

You ride on a donkey and look at the ledger, we'll see.

At three o'clock in the morning, sunset filled the western sky.

Yi Zhen walked into Old Man Fang's courtyard alone with a lantern.

The courtyard is not big, facing a woodshed. It is said to be a firewood shed, but it is just a thatched tent where dry firewood is piled.

In the corner is a simple kitchen, with the stove visible through the door.

On the left is a large adobe house with a wide open door.

You can still smell the strong smell of corpses from a long distance away.

Holding a lantern in one hand and covering his nose with the other, Yizhen cautiously walked towards the door.

The door of the room was empty. A little further inside, there was a pile of black carrion, and there were some insects squirming inside.

Yi Zhen endured it again and again, but still couldn't.

"vomit……"

He spat it out before he even turned around.

After a long while, he stood up shakily.

The house is definitely not accessible.

Otherwise, your intestines will have to be vomited out.

He turned around, trying to find a place to rest. When he looked up, he saw several heads crowded together at the gate, looking at him.

"Ghost..." Yi Zhen jumped up suddenly in fright and shouted loudly.

The heads at the door disappeared instantly, and after a few breaths they popped out again.

"Where is the ghost?" one of the heads asked.

Yi Zhen tried to calm down and said in a deep voice: "You know this place is haunted, how dare you come?"

The head chuckled and said, "We want to see how the master catches ghosts. With you here, we are not afraid."

"Yes, yes..." Several other heads also echoed.

Yi Zhenxin said who these people are, they are not even afraid of ghosts.

It seems that the people of Dakang have never suffered from female ghosts.

As soon as they got involved, the tension in Yi Zhen's heart immediately dissipated a lot.

He waved his hand and said, "Don't you know curiosity killed the cat?"

"Everyone, please go home. No matter what sound you hear, you can't go out for a while."

The heads looked at each other, shook their heads helplessly, and went home.

Yizhen scanned the yard, grabbed a few handfuls of hay in the woodshed, and sat down.

Zhou Jin told him that if he wanted to lure Old Man Fang out, he had to burn the precious things he cared about with fire, and when he felt grateful, he would come to stop him.

This information gave Yi Zhen a headache. He looked at it carefully and found that the most precious thing in this place was this adobe house.

You can't set his house on fire, right?

If this causes a fire, you will be guilty.

Do I have to go in and rummage through the cabinets?

But the scene in the house is really disgusting.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he suddenly cursed in his heart: Zhou Jin, Qingmei, Mu Yunqing, just wait for me. One day, the monk will let you taste the feeling of vomiting!