The hero always suspects me of cheating [Transmigration Book]

After Taoist Zongyue left with Qi Guanlan, Luo City was calm for a while.

'Calm sea' in every sense of the word.

The monks from the Buddha Palace roamed the streets all day long, and Xing Yang was curious, so he followed behind secretly.Those monks actually contracted the task of dancing the great god, collecting souls from the altar of the Zen staff, and they did not lose everything.In fact, strictly speaking, it is not considered a great dancer, but I want to collect the souls of those women who have been skinned, and see if they can put together the broken souls for questioning.

Xing Yang practiced with Yuming in the morning, and followed the monk when he was free in the afternoon.The young monk who injured him a few days ago quickly noticed Xing Yang's presence, and the monks often glanced over viciously.Xing Yang had the cheek to pretend he didn't feel it, he was completely confident, Tuo Youlintuo Congfeng was still staying in Luocheng, and the group of monks didn't dare to do anything.A few days later, Xing Yang simply surrounded the monk to watch. Anyway, there were quite a few mortals who joined in the fun...Yu Ming came to arrest them a few times in a fit of anger.

Because that group of monks really recruited souls.

There are a total of 13 skinned women in Los Angeles, and there are few similarities except for a beautiful face.The monks set up an altar in the center of the city, and recruited a large number of broken souls that were inexhaustible and shattered into paste, and some of them were sorted and screened away. There are quite a few people with broken souls, and there are all kinds of people; The rest of the broken souls continued to fight, some were only enough to fight for one foot, and some didn't even have one foot.

At that time, Xing Yang Yuming was eating deliciously with a candied haws alone, when suddenly he heard a commotion from the crowd in front of him, Xing Yang put his feet on his feet and looked forward with all his strength, Yuming raised his sword early in the morning, carrying a Follow him to mid-air.After flying up, the field of vision was much wider, and Xing Yang saw the center of the altar at a glance.

A bright red figure stood in place with eyes downcast.His pale face was covered with tender pink rouge, and he didn't move at first, but suddenly turned his head for some reason, and looked directly at Xing Yang.

Xing Yang's heart skipped a beat.The young monk followed the female ghost's gaze and looked over, Yin Jie pulled a sinister smile on his face, and mouthed: "You wait."

Then the young monk urged the magic circle to trap the female ghost in the middle of the altar.Several other monks surrounded him cautiously, ready to ask questions.

"The female ghost's soul is unstable, and the monks dare not take her in. A soul in this state will shatter when touched." Yuming Yujian moved a little closer: "It should be asked on the spot, pay attention and listen. "

The young monk looked up at them, and with a shake of the Zen stick in his hand, a golden barrier appeared out of thin air, keeping them outside.Yuming kicked up with a bang, and the barrier swayed with watery ripples, and quickly returned to its original state.

Yuming gritted his teeth, and when he lowered his head, he saw Xing Yang bent over and was busy doing something on the barrier. When he took a closer look, he found that this person was poking in with a stick of candied haws, and his expression became even uglier. He taunted: "If you use a little more force, you may be able to stab the dead bald donkey inside."

Before he finished speaking, an extremely weak voice sounded in his ear.

'Boom—'

It sounded like a bubble being popped.

Xing Yang raised his head, smirked and said, "It's broken."

Yuming: "...???"

The young monk seemed to have sensed something, and suddenly looked over again.Yuming made a decisive decision, kicked on the barrier, and cursed: "Damn donkey! A thousand-year-old bastard, he knows how to shrink into his shell all day long!" The young monk lowered his head in relief.

Yuming pushed Xing Yang, and said impatiently: "Listen carefully."

Xing Yang made room for him: "Together together."

The two of them squatted on the flying sword in the same posture as they were squatting and eating candied haws just now, like a pair of gossip lovers listening to the wall, trying to hear something from the small hole glued with sugar residue. something is coming.

The conversation has already begun.Xing Yang used the concentration he had spent on the English exam in the college entrance examination back then to listen, but his ears were filled with the wind, which was vaguely mixed with some adult men's questions, but he didn't hear the ghost's voice at all.He looked at Yuming with a confused face.

Yuming rolled his eyes and translated in real time.

"The monk asked her name... why do you ask this?! I'm sick! My soul is almost gone, why don't I hurry up and ask for a useful letter... oh, I can help her to save her...fake mercy!"

Xing Yang looked down at the altar.The female ghost was as stiff as a layer of mud, and it took a while to move her mouth.

"The female ghost replied, saying that she is... the one from Goulan Street."

"The monk asked her how she died... nonsense, she was killed by a skinning ghost!... The female ghost said that she was killed by a... woman... She was still alive when she was skinned..." Yu Ming frowned suddenly, squeezed Kai Xingyang put his ear completely on the small hole.The more he listened, the more wrong his expression became, and his expression became more and more serious.

Xing Yang was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks, as if halfway through masturbation/pipe, he couldn't get up and down very uncomfortable.He wanted to ask, but he was afraid that Yuming would miss some important information when he answered him, so he could only sit on the flying sword in a muffled voice.

After a long time, Yuming straightened up.Without saying a word, Yujian returned to the ground, put the sword back into its sheath, and said nothing with a gloomy face.Xing Yang's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly followed his footsteps.The two walked for a long time, one after another, and arrived at a relatively remote place, surrounded by mostly small houses, with a large open space in the center, and a jujube tree with a crooked neck in the center of the open space.

Yuming sat down against a wall.The handsome young man's face was tense, his eyeballs were diluted into light black under the sunlight, revealing a subtle sense of transparency. It was rare for him to sit calmly and quietly in one place, like any ordinary cultivator The same, patiently wiping his sword; a closer look seems to be different.

Neither of them spoke, and Xing Yang had an intuition that it was best to shut up at this time.He looked around, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he ran to the jujube tree with crooked neck, and reached out to pick a handful of dates—the dates on this tree were just ripe, bright red with a bit of blue, and the outer shell was watery. Smooth and smooth, it was so hard to pinch in the palm of the hand, Xing Yang took a bite, the fragrance remained on his lips and teeth, and his mouth was full of crispy sweetness.

He ran back and sat beside Yu Ming, and stuffed a few dates into his hands.

Yuming grabbed the jujubes, put the sword on the ground casually, stared blankly at the jujubes in a daze.

Xing Yang coughed dryly, and asked in a low voice: "...Do you think it's Senior Sister Bulian...or Taoist Zongyue?"

Yuming said softly: "The person the female ghost said is my master."

A look of bewilderment flashed across the young man's face, he suddenly raised his hand and threw away the jujube, and tightly grasped Xing Yang's hand. "My master... a sixty years ago, his appearance was ruined, his personality became cloudy and uncertain, and he locked himself in a cave to practice... Later we entered Tiandaozong, first Senior Brother Buyan and Senior Sister Buyian, and then Me and a group of younger brothers and younger sisters... At that time, the master still didn't like us, and ordered us to do some chores for outer disciples, and she would be furious when anyone saw her face..."

The more he talked, the more panicked he became, and at the end his hands and feet were shaking, and his strength in holding Xing Yang was much weaker, and he slipped down soon after.Xing Yang held his palm backhanded, but he broke free.

"At that time, I was still young, and I didn't understand anything. I only knew that she didn't like us. But then she became better!" Yuming lowered his head, and Taoist Zongyue's kind face appeared in his mind, as if It's a mirror image, but it's not, obviously... obviously it has changed for so many years——

for many years?several years?Since when did she become kind, kind, and gentle?

Yuming raised his head and suddenly remembered.

His master was willing to walk out of the cave and show his true colors to others after Senior Sister Bu Lian introduced Qi into her body and made a big step forward in her cultivation.He remembered it all too well.At that time, he was still young, an age who didn't understand anything, he only knew how to pester Bu Lian to ask questions, Li Buyan found an excuse to beat him several times, but he was unwilling to leave Bu Lian's side.So did the younger brothers and sisters... because at that time they thought they had no master, and the person who took care of them was Senior Sister Bu Lian, and the only person they could rely on was Senior Sister Bu Lian.

However, one day not long after Senior Sister Bu Lian cultivated diligently, Senior Brother Buyan went into seclusion, and Master unexpectedly... walked out of the cave.

At that time, the master had not seen the sun all year round, and her skin was as white as a lump of congealed flour. She lowered her head and looked at the children gloomyly. mountain practice.When they came back a few months later, they saw Senior Sister Bu Lian and... Master with identical smiles.

Could it be, could it be that the master had been replaced by that skinned ghost at that time?

Yuming got up suddenly, turned his head and said: "Xing Yang! Let's go to Master, I suspect she has already—"

His voice stopped abruptly, like an invisible giant hand strangling his throat out of thin air, Yu Ming opened his mouth and closed it again, unable to speak a word.

Xing Yang is gone.

They were sitting at the exit of a small alley just now, Yu Ming was leaning against the wall, and behind Xing Yang was the dark alley.Yuming looked down, and was shocked to find that there were two deep scratch marks on the ground in the alley, as if someone was struggling silently, but was finally dragged away abruptly.

The sky had already darkened more than half, the dark red sunset was covered by dilapidated houses, leaving only a dim color, and the crooked jujube tree rustled behind him, like a tombstone that appeared out of thin air, standing there sadly and alone; And there were a few red dates scattered under his feet, and it seemed that Xing Yang's body temperature still remained on them.

At that moment, Yu Ming's face was frighteningly gloomy.