hey your coffin lid is flying

Li Qi reached out and touched the back of his neck, and felt goosebumps, "Why is it so cold all of a sudden, it's the same as that night at school."

Xiang Yang nodded, and said to Jia Luoye: "Is there another...?"

"Ghost? That's impossible," Li Qi quickly interrupted: "It's daytime now, have you heard of Qingtian Bairi, there is no such thing."

Jia Luoye looked at Li Qi and smiled meaningfully.

Li Qi opened his mouth: "I'll go, Jia Luoye, don't laugh like this, it's weird..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard his grandfather's voice behind him: "Xiaoqi—come here—come here—"

The long ending sounds a little weird in the cold courtyard.

Li Qi turned around and looked over, feeling an inexplicable sense of panic in his heart. Although grandpa's voice was not much different from usual, but...it always made people feel uneasy.

Seeing that Li Qi hadn't moved for a long time, the old man took the initiative to walk over with the help of a cane, and at the same time continued to mutter: "Xiao Qi—come here—"

"Xiaoqi—come here—"

"Xiaoqi—come here—"

I don't know if it was because of the sudden drop in temperature, every step the old man took seemed to be reluctant, as if he was tied with dozens of catties of lead weights, and he couldn't walk the short distance of a few meters.

Li Qi's forehead started to sweat, he could still see this unreasonable phenomenon, after all, he is not Zhang Biao, the farting prince, his mind is full of all kinds of farting postures, at this time he must have rushed forward with one stride, and supported him... ...Bah, Li Qi shook his head vigorously, what was he thinking.

"Garaye, this is my grandfather?" He turned around quickly.

Galoye didn't speak, but just looked down at the ink-stained shadow behind the old man.

At this time, the old man took another small step forward, and the wrinkles on his face kept twitching, as if being controlled by something.

The eyes are full of fear and anxiety, but the corners of the mouth are raised, showing a strange arc, "Xiaoqi—come here—"

Every time the old man lifts his left foot first and then his right foot, he can move forward a few centimeters with difficulty.

At the same time, the shadow behind him also lengthened a few centimeters.

The old man raised his left foot again, and then his right foot.

The shadow was also elongated by a few centimeters.

Following Jia Luoye's line of sight, Xiang Yang also saw the constantly elongated shadow. He didn't quite understand it at first, but as the distance got closer, his head suddenly "buzzed" and followed his whole body His skin tensed up.

Today...is cloudy!

There were no clear shadows behind him, Jia Luoye, and Li Qi. Even Hao Ying, who was lying on the ground at the moment, had only very vague shadows.

The shadow that shouldn't exist is now dangling behind the old man, staring at the three of them.

"Xiang Yang, why don't you speak?" Li Qi turned his head anxiously.

"Look at the shadow!" Xiang Yang raised his finger behind the old man.

"Shadow?" Li Qi was taken aback: "Don't we all..."

Before he could finish speaking, Li Qi's face instantly turned ashen, and his expression was almost the same as when he was in school. He fainted to the ground.

Jia Luoye smiled, turned his head to look at Xiang Yang, "Xiang Yang, I found that your observation skills are quite powerful!"

"Be serious," Xiang Yang glared at him: "What's the situation with this shadow?"

Jia Luoye took a step in front of Xiang Yang, and unconsciously protected him behind him, "He's not called a shadow, he's a human being."

"Human?" Xiang Yang was a little surprised: "Why didn't he..."

"It's different from normal people, isn't it?" Galoye said.

"Yes," Xiang Yang nodded, "Then how could he become like this?"

Looking at the ever-elongating shadow, Jia Luoye said: "It's nothing more than some ghosts and gods turning some life into death, and life from death to life."

Xiang Yang asked: "Isn't it difficult?"

Jia Luoye shook his head: "It's not difficult, as long as you have learned Taoism and Buddhism, you can basically do it."

As soon as the words fell, the old man's body trembled suddenly, and the shadow behind him stood upright, almost matching the old man, "Where did the yellow-mouthed child come from, his mouth is full of bits and pieces—"

"Fuck," Li Qi slipped his Adam's apple, and hid directly behind Jia Luoye: "Brother Jia, no, Dad Jia, Lord Jia, it's up to you now!"

"It's useless to rely on anyone, you smashed my magic weapon, and you are here again. It seems that I won't teach you guys a lesson today. You really don't know how high the sky is and how thick the ground is." Controlling the old man, he smiled sinisterly.

Hearing this, Xiang Yang turned and looked at Jia Luoye, "Can you?"

"No problem," Galoye narrowed his eyes.

"Presumptuous!" Heiying became angry instantly when the people in front of him ignored him. The ground that had been cleaned up immediately became stained with ink, and it condensed into a pool of thick black ink after a while.

Li Qi hid behind Jia Luoye, his feet were so frightened by this scene that he slid down like noodles.

"Evil method," Jia Luoye didn't even look at him, and walked over with his legs, ignoring the thick black water on the ground that could be directly used to make cuttlefish soup noodles, and then stretched out his hand to grab the shadow from the old man. The body was ripped out, and facing the black shadow were two big mouths.

This slap was really weird, it felt real pain when it hit the shadow, and the shadow collapsed speechless.

You must know that in order to practice this formless trace back then, it was to abandon the physical body, use the soul to transform into a shadow, and practice life and death. I have already abandoned all the perceptions that the physical body can experience, but today I was caught by this seventeen or eighteen-year-old Young people slapped their mouths in public.

How could it not collapse, the black shadow swayed left and right, unable to struggle out, black juice splashed all over the ground immediately, this is a deadly move, to take the lives of this group of people.

Jia Luoye was also unequivocal, grabbing the black shadow and flicking it, and then stepped on it, "How dare you kill someone in front of this king!"

He heard the black shadow let out a shrill scream, and the small courtyard that had been cold just now returned to normal in an instant.

Jia Luoye turned his head, lined up his hands, and said, "It's not difficult."

It was the second time that Xiang Yang, who had seen Jia Luoye catching ghosts so easily, had a very calm face.

But Li Qi, who opened his eyes and saw the problem solved for the first time, couldn't help but be calm for a long time. His mouth opened and closed, but he was so excited that he didn't make a sound.

At the same time, on Hangzhou West Road, which is less than ten kilometers away from Li Qi's grandpa's house, a red Cayenne with a simple but ostentatious appearance is slowly driving.

A monk in the driver's seat was older and a little fatter, listening to Buddhist music without squinting, Om Mani Om Hum Hum with a very comfortable expression, and hummed along from time to time.

The one sitting in the back row is also a monk, but with hair, his face is full of collagen, and his face is full of confusion with his messy hair.

"Junior brother, can we turn off that thing?" The monk in the back row rubbed his eyes and yawned: "I've heard enough in the temple, can't I change to some cheerful and rock music when I come out?"

The monk in the front row looked in the rearview mirror and said, "Senior brother, you forgot. When we went out, the master deliberately instructed him. He said that your character is light and yin, and you are easy to get dirty. Listen to the Buddhist scriptures." Good for exorcising evil spirits."

The expression of the monks in the back row changed when they heard the words, and they were no longer confused for a moment. They propped their heads and stared fiercely at the junior brother in the front row: "Master also said that you should listen to your senior brother more when you are away from home. Why don't you mention it? It seems that you want to hear it yourself, pointing at Sang and scolding Huai."

"Really not," the older monk in front of him curled up his mouth, a little aggrieved: "Brother, you forgot, not long after we went down the mountain, we closed the Buddhist scriptures for a while, and then...then the car broke down, and we couldn't go to the village or back to the shop. , the mobile phone has no signal, and even the temperature has begun to drop, if it weren’t for the Buddhist scriptures, we might still be stuck there.”

The monk in the back row was obviously a little scared. Out of face, he still raised his head and reprimanded tremblingly: "Okay! Alright! Let it go if you like!"

The monks in the front row laughed when they heard the words.

"By the way, brother, don't you usually go out to do things? Why is it an exception today?" After a short silence, the monk in the front row looked in the rearview mirror and asked, "Aren't you afraid?"

"..." The monk in the back row was speechless: "Look at the road, my good brother."

"Oh." The monk in the front row immediately concentrated on driving without looking sideways.

"This time it's not about practice, it's about geomantic omen, there are no ghosts, and there's no way to get dirty." The monk in the back row pressed the window and looked outside: "Besides, I haven't been back for a long time, and I don't know if my grandparents , Mom and Dad, how are they doing?" As he spoke, his nose became sour.

Just in front of the red light, the monk in the front row stepped on the brakes, reached out and took out a pack of tissues, "It's okay, brother, let's go to your house after reading Feng Shui, how about it?"

"Let's talk about it!" The monk in the back row stretched his legs: "I don't know if it's just a matter of Feng Shui this time, and the master has granted three days off."

The monk in the front row turned his head and smiled at the monks behind, showing two dimples, "Brother, don't worry, I'm here. If there are ghosts and gods, I will protect you."

The monk in the back row gave a "tsk", took out a toffee from his pocket and threw it very accurately: "It's going to be green, and the countdown is on."

"Hee hee!" The monk in the front row skillfully peeled off the toffee, stuffed it into his mouth, straightened his body, stepped on the accelerator again and drove out.

They are none other than the eminent monks of Yongbei Temple who Hao Ying invited to see Fengshui.

The driver in the front row is the fifth apprentice of Master Sangci, the presiding officer of Yongbei Temple, named Xuankong, who is just [-] years old this year, and the younger one in the back row is the second apprentice, named Xuanchen, who is younger than him, just [-] years old. .

The difference between Xuan Chen and Master Sang Ci's other disciples is that he is a lay disciple, Qi Shan, the grandson of Qi Anwen.

Since Qi Shan was born with a light fate and a weak character, he couldn't stay in ordinary places at all.

What kind of crying ghosts laughing ghosts pressed the bed, he had never taken it off since he was born, and he would be bullied to death by the wild ghosts on the side of the road if he went out alone.

Mr. Qi had no choice but to send him to Yongbei Temple to guarantee his life's safety, but this guarantee lasted for more than ten years.

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Another important person—Qi Shan, made his debut.