That monk has a dragon [Rebirth]

Wu Nian and Si Huai looked at each other, and they both leaned back. A large black mass fell from the roof, which turned out to be the entangled woman's hair!

Si Huai touched his body, then pulled out three silver nails and pinned the hair to the table. Something was chrysalis moving under the hair, and quickly escaped from the ground.

A gust of wind passed by in front of me, I saw Wu Nian casually picked up the broom by the door and chased after him. The wide gray monk robe was gliding in the wind, like a fat butterfly that couldn't fly, its head shining brightly under the moonlight .

Lingjun's appearance 300 years ago slowly appeared in his memory, holding a green Buddhist staff and wearing a gold-plated purple cassock, and the reincarnated him in front of him is indeed... a bit different.

Si Huai pulled out the Flying Flower Moon Chasing Fan pinned to his waist, shouted "Be careful", and hurriedly chased after him.

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The monks in the garden were also attracted by this movement, and they had already fought with that "Miss Mei".

It was said to be a fight, but in fact it was just stabbing at a flying red ghost, the sword energy flew across, and red, orange, yellow and green auras flashed alternately, none of which hit the female ghost.

With such a cultivation level, it's no wonder that he couldn't catch a grieving ghost after several months of catching. On the contrary, Xiao Chenyi, who looked timid, was the most reliable at this time.

Si Huai slandered in his heart, but he stopped and stood on the eaves, occupying the most favorable position to watch the battle.

The little monk Chen sat down on the ground in the open space, holding the large golden lacquer brush dipped in his hands to draw scriptures and charms in the evening, closed his eyes and recited scriptures calmly.

The pen seemed to be touched by some mechanism suddenly, and it slowly floated up from his palm and spun on its own. The hidden scriptures and spells around it suddenly revealed a golden light, and the trees, stone steps, and wooden carvings on the wall were full. The small Sanskrit characters formed four invisible walls, trapping the floating ghost in it.

All evil spirits are instinctively afraid of these Buddha lights, and Miss Mei's ghost is no exception. Just now, she was walking freely in the shadow of monks' swords and swords, but now she is like a skylark caught in a net, making a few weird screams. It took shape.

The eerie cool wind blows the female ghost's long hair to both sides, the dead face under the moonlight is abnormally pale, her eyes are glowing red, her cheeks are smeared with heavy rouge, which is a bit festive.

It is said that the tongue of a hanged ghost will be very long, but this is not always the case. Those who don't know may think that this is a newlywed who died in vain on the wedding day.

Seeing that she couldn't escape, the female ghost simply turned around and rushed towards the young monk who was chanting sutras and meditating in the middle. Her outstretched hands showed sharp nails, and she went straight towards Chen Yi's throat, and suddenly chopped down from above and smashed it slightly. The broom of the spider web broke the long nails.

With one hit, Wu Nian spun around with the broom in his hand, and swiped the broom across his head and face again with a wave of his hand. If the broom that was used to poke spider webs this morning can become a spirit, he must be very proud to be danced into it one day. An arhat stick.

Seeing this, all the monks swung their weapons together and joined the killing formation. Swords, swords and shadows were full of murderous intent. Taking advantage of the large number of people, they easily pulled a spirit-binding net to trap the female ghost.

One of them pulled out a yellow talisman painted with cinnabar from his sleeve, said "offended", and was about to slap the female ghost's face with his backhand, but a gust of wind blew the talisman into the air. The female ghost let out a "giggling" laugh, twisted her head behind her back, and grabbed the heart of the man who was holding the net rope tightly behind her, forcing him to take a step back and loosen the knot in his hand.

Seeing that the female ghost broke free from the bondage and roared madly towards Chen Yi, Wu Nian hurriedly rushed to him, raised the broomstick in his hand to block, and suddenly heard the sound of a flute from the sky , crisp and melodious, bursting out streaks of biting blue light with murderous intent, mixed with wind and dew, swirling towards the female ghost.

On the eaves, under the bright moon, a man in green clothes stood upright, with a piccolo about six inches long in his slender white hand, his long hair was half up and half loose, and his expression was indifferent and calm.

The female ghost was flicked by the flute that turned into a gloomy light, and let out a low moaning sound. She turned into a phantom, dodged another spirit-catching net, and fled from the southwest direction where a corner of Sanskrit golden light was missing. .

Si Huai jumped on the tiles under his feet and ran after him. Seeing this, the monks and two monks also hurriedly chased in the direction of the gap.

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Meiyuan said it was big or small, and the direction in which the female ghost fled was pitch black without any lanterns to illuminate it, and the night wind was cold, and she disappeared soon.

A monk ignited the torch that he carried with him, and then he could see the surrounding environment clearly. Although weeds were not overgrown, the trees in the courtyard were dead, and the ground was full of fallen leaves. Cobwebs were formed in many places, and thick cloth was covered. There is a thick layer of dust, presumably it is an abandoned barren garden.

The strange thing is that although dust is spread, the yard and the house are not old. There are obvious traces of walking on the path from the courtyard door to the house door, and the door is spotless, as if it is often wiped by someone.

Wu Nian put down the broom in his hand, walked to the door, knocked lightly three times, and then stretched out his hand to push the door.There was no sound from inside, and the door didn't move. There was no lock on the knocker, so it could only be locked from the inside.

"This desolate garden, could it be the courtyard where Miss Mei lived?" This locked room is where she hanged herself, and also where the heartless scholar was imprisoned.

"Exactly." It was the tall and strong man who spoke, "I and everyone were invited by Master Mei to open the door of this room to rescue the person, but we tried our best and the door was never opened half an inch. It has been several months, and I don’t know if the scholar starved to death.”

"Are you still worried about that scholar?" The other person snorted slightly and said, "This female ghost is getting more and more powerful. When I came here a month ago, I was still huddled in the room. How could she be so rampant and come out every night?" It’s causing trouble. The Buddha’s brilliance was so great tonight, I thought that this monk was really strong enough to catch that female ghost, but I didn’t expect that he didn’t even leave a single strand of hair behind, and instead he was lured to his lair.”

"Amitabha." Wu Nian made a salute with his hands together, with a warm smile on his face, and said: "The benefactor wants the female ghost's hair, and there is indeed a handful in the guest room of the poor monk. But this kind of thing is not clean, the benefactor It's better not to be greedy."

"Monk, what nonsense are you talking about!? If you can't catch a female ghost, it's worth boasting to tear off a handful of hair?"

"Benefactor, how can you speak like this?" Chen's face was very serious, and even his tone became a bit harsh, "It is obvious that you accidentally wiped the scriptures on the ground when you were fighting, so that the gap was leaked, so that I can't see it. That female ghost escaped, why..."

"You little monk, do you mean to blame us? I know that you monks are merciful. I didn't expect you to be such a pushover!" The man's face was full of anger, but under the eyes of everyone, he looked at a smiling monk and a young man. The monk, who was not easy to use his hands and lost his self-restraint, snorted heavily, then turned and left.

There was no excitement to watch, and there was no way to open the door of this haunted house. Everyone sighed and left together.

The surroundings instantly returned to silence and darkness. I was about to call Chen to find a lantern when I saw Si Huai returning with a candlestick.

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"Why doesn't Master Huai go back with them?" Wu Nian reached out to take the candlestick and handed it to Chen Yi, asking casually.

Xia Ye was already scorching and hot, and after a while of chasing just now, it was a bit sultry and oppressive when it calmed down.

Si Huai sat down on the three-step stone staircase that dozens of people had stepped on very recklessly, pulled out the fan pinned to his waist, spread it and turned it around, and the four characters under the dragon snake book that were written on the white fan surface appeared. big characters——

"Flying, flowering, chasing, moon?" Chen Yi leaned in front of him holding a candle, and read out the four flamboyant and indecipherable characters word by word.

"Exactly. But little monk, take a look at it and don't touch it randomly. This is my weapon. There are many hidden weapons hidden in the gaps inside, and it won't tie you in place."

"Ah?" Chen Yi withdrew his outstretched hand resentfully, "Other cultivators all use swords, some wield knives and whips, and use fans with hidden weapons. This is the first time I've seen them. The benefactor is on the fan What do these words mean?"

"How old are you? It's not uncommon to see a lot of things in the world. There are hundreds of families in the immortal sect. Do you use any weapons? Your uncle still uses a broom to drive away ghosts. As for the meaning...it's not interesting at all, it's just a question." The flowers and the moon make me look more elegant."

"..." Fengya is too difficult to show, if the room behind him is replaced by a place of makeup, it will be a bit romantic.

Chen Yi remained silent, put the candlestick in the windshield, and escaped to the side to take a nap.

Si Huai moved to the side to make room for Wu Nian. Remembering the question he asked earlier, he slowly replied: "Then Miss Mei was hurt by me, so she probably won't come out again tonight. I see you If you think about that door, you probably won't be able to relax and go back to sleep, and I can't sleep either, so I might as well guard it with you, so that if something happens, I can take care of it."

"That's the best thing. The poor monk thanked the benefactor first. Just now, I was thinking that Master Mei has invited many monks to come here in the past few months, but he still can't open this door. It means that it cannot be opened by force. We only know The scholar was captured by Miss Mei's ghost, but the whole story is heard by everyone. Only when we really know the whole story, can we know why Miss Mei hates the scholar so much. Only in this way can we find a way to rescue the scholar , can also save Miss Mei's wronged soul, and let her die as soon as possible."

The corners of Si Huai's mouth slightly pursed. Just watching him fight that female ghost, he knew that he had left room. He went to hunt ghosts to save the souls of the dead, while those monks hunted ghosts for the sake of fame and cultivation. .

Reincarnation and reincarnation, all kinds of causes and effects, after all, it is still that person.

"I heard from my servant that Master Mei has already set off and returned. I think he will be able to arrive at the mansion tomorrow morning. Master may as well go and ask Master Mei himself for verification tomorrow."

"Yeah." I said in response, subconsciously twirled the string of beads in my hand, looked at Si Huai in a blink of an eye, showing a trace of curiosity, and asked, "When you were standing on the roof just now, were you playing the flute?"

"What are you talking about?" Si Huai stretched out his left hand and pulled up the sleeve, revealing a white arm. On his slender wrist was a string of small-leaf red sandalwood Buddha beads bracelet, with a red thread hanging down from the head of the beads. It is tied with a small white bone whistle about an inch long.

I was a little surprised. Now that the cultivation of immortality is becoming more and more popular, there are no people who practice the quiet way of Buddhism. There are still some ordinary people who believe in and worship Buddha and occasionally offer some incense. I did not expect to see this in the hands of a casual cultivator. Buddhist stuff.

Buddha beads can be made of pearl jade, or fragrant wood and Bodhi. The string of small-leaf red sandalwood in his hand is the top grade of fragrant wood, not something that can be bought casually in the market.

"The donor also believes in Buddhism?"

"I don't believe it." Si Huai looked into his eyes and answered very slowly. "It's just that the person I believe in happens to be a monk."

"But the old friend who gave you the letter?"

"Exactly. This prayer bead was also given to me when we first met."

"Oh? Nowadays, there are very few people who worship the Buddha. The poor monk has been traveling with his master and nephew for a few years, and he has met a few of them. I don't know what the name of the donor's old friend is? Maybe the poor monk has a chance to meet."

Naturally, I have seen it.

Si Huai's throat twitched, and he said a little shyly, "Probably not, he has passed away for a long time. I just left this bunch of things as a thought."

With a slight twist of his hands, he removed the hanging bone whistle, turned it twice in the palm of his hand, and it turned into a twelve-hole bone flute six inches long and half an inch wide.

In his last life, he treasured two things most, one was the Mountains and Rivers Sword, and the other was the Buddhist beads with the bone flute on it.

People who practice immortality and ask questions usually hang their swords on their bodies or place them in the sword mound, and summon them instantly with the chanting formula. Although he worships Buddha and meditates with Lingjun, his weapons are probably placed in the same way.

But after he molded this body, he summoned the Shanhe Sword, and he didn't even see a ghost. I don't know if his spiritual power has not fully recovered, or because the broken sword didn't recognize the mud body as its master and refused to come over. Called out.

Wu Nian probably felt that I had mentioned his sad things, and after chanting "Amitabha" twice, he fell silent. Si Huai was spinning the delicate flute in his hand, and was about to tell him how he got it back then, when he turned around, But I saw the man with his legs crossed and his hands folded in a peaceful manner. I don't know if he was meditating or had already fallen asleep.

The author has something to say: By the way, does this rhythm seem a bit long-winded (>_<)

The scumbag author is about to start the liver paper, and I don’t know if I can finish the draft before the Chinese New Year, but I will update it every day!Death flag!

The name of the article was changed by the scumbag author, little angels, don’t get lost~

I'm still a little confused about the name of the article, if you have any good suggestions for revision, please come up with it ^3^