big master, big liar

When Ji Yunxi returned to the room, Song Xuan had already fallen asleep lying on the table.The candle flame flicked and flickered, the shadow and the light swayed on his face together, rising and falling with his breathing.

Song Xuan was indeed tired.

In fact, reading other people's memories is quite energy-consuming. Even for business, Song Xuan usually clicks to the end, but this time he dug into Jueyuan's memory twice in a row in one day.

Especially Jue Yuan's strong and depressed emotions also had a considerable impact on Song Xuan.

He was still holding a pen in his hand, thinking he wanted to write something, but he fell asleep halfway through, the pen was loosely held in his hand, and the soaked ink had dried up.

When Song Xuan heard the news of Ji Yunxi's return, he muttered in his sleep, "I'm back."

"Well, I'm back." Ji Yunxi walked to the table and carefully looked at Song Xuan's face.

His breathing was very even, and he didn't snore, just fell asleep quietly like a painting.

Ji Yunxi leaned over slightly, the broken hair on the side of his cheeks intertwined with his, and his breathing was almost mixed together.

Such a distance made Ji Yunxi feel a strange throbbing.

"Song Xuan," he whispered in his ear. "How did you get Jue Yuan to speak?"

Bai Xiaotao never thought of this matter at all. In her eyes, being able to tell fortunes and catch ghosts is not surprising.

But Ji Yunxi was not as easy to fool as Bai Xiaotao.

A mute who cannot speak or write.

How did Song Xuan learn the truth from him?Do you count?

But as Song Xuan said before, if he could calculate so accurately and detailedly, he might not be able to mix in the tricks of charlatans.

"Hmm..." Song Xuan waved his hand in his sleep, and patted Ji Yunxi's face lightly. "Don't make noise."

Ji Yunxi grabbed the hand on her face and clenched it slightly: "Okay, don't make noise."

Sooner or later, you will tell me yourself.

A gleam flashed in Ji Yunxi's eyes, and finally she took off her coat and put it on Song Xuan's body.

He gently put the pen in Song Xuan's hand aside, and blew out the lamp again.

"Sleep well."

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In the past few days, Wuyun Temple has been haunted by ghosts.

This incident started from Bai Xiaotao, who said they heard strange noises from the next door, and then the pilgrims in the women's room also said that they had seen people wearing cassocks drifting by outside the window, and for some reason there were burnt flesh in the courtyard The smell of hunger, or hearing strange sounds, as if they were chanting scriptures, but it was very strange.

The most exaggerated thing is that someone once said that he saw a will-o'-the-wisp.

This series of events was of course planned by Song Xuan, and Bai Xiaotao gave him an inspiration.

Even the lively Bai Xiaotao is afraid of ghosts like this, so it is not difficult to cause panic in the women's room.

Especially when it comes to pretending to be gods and playing ghosts, Song Xuan is definitely an expert.

The villains in these temples are far behind him in this respect.

The figures passing by and the strange sound of chanting sutras were all pediatrics. When Song Xuan brought out a bunch of blue will-o'-the-wisps, Bai Xiaotao's screams almost made her die.

Even Ji Yunxi and Jueyuan didn't expect that he could come up with such a thing.

"First, sir, is this really, is it a ghost?"

She stared at the cluster of erratic blue flames, and her eyes also wandered.According to folklore, will-o'-the-wisps are transformed by the soul after death, and Bai Xiaotao has always believed in this way.

Song Xuan shook his head: "A friend taught me this, he said it's just a special kind of flame."

"It doesn't matter if it's true or not." Ji Yunxi said.

The important thing is that with this thing, the plan this time is foolproof.

Sure enough, after several nights of pretending to be ghosts, Wuyun Temple fell into an atmosphere of chaos and panic.

And Song Xuan was manipulating the spread of rumors, so some people began to faintly doubt, since it is a blessed place for eminent monks to ascend, how could it be haunted?

How powerful must this evil spirit be to dare to do evil here?

What is even more puzzling is that the eminent monks in the temple, instead of coming out to refute the rumors and catch ghosts, instead remained dead silent.

"They can hold their breath," Ji Yunxi commented.

"It's not that they can hold their breath, it's that they don't dare to act rashly, it's because they are also afraid." Song Xuanwo sat in the chair, flipping through the newly published script. "Otherwise they would have made a move."

Ji Yunxi casually picked up a story book from his desk to read, and found that it turned out to be some ghosts: "When did you change to this?"

"I'm not afraid that you think I'm not serious?" Song Xuan smiled narrowly, and it was only then that Ji Yunxi remembered that he had disliked Song Xuan before, and always read those romantic books.

I don't want Song Xuan to really remember it, instead of these ghost stories.

Ji Yunxi flipped through it, and found that there was a page inside that was painted like a erotic picture, with naked male and female bodies intertwined, and couldn't help but push the book to his eyes: "It's really more serious."

He didn't even talk about love and love, and went directly to it with guns and live ammunition.

Song Xuan coughed, and quickly put the book away: "You are the only one who can read it, this book is about pornographic ghosts."

Ji Yunxi leaned over to him and looked at the book in his hand: "Then what is this book about?"

"Speaking of unjust dead ghosts," Song Xuan didn't raise his head. "The story of the haunted house and the revenge of the evil spirits."

Ji Yunxi raised his eyebrows, showing a look of "it really is".

No wonder Song Xuan's methods of pretending to be ghosts to scare people have emerged in an endless stream recently. It turned out that he didn't think it was worth it, so he borrowed some plots from them and landed them in this temple.

Song Xuan's threats were indeed effective.

In their business, pretending to be gods and ghosts also pays attention to methods.

Pretend to be the god in people's hearts, but play the ghosts in people's hearts.

He intentionally asked Bai Xiaotao to recite Buddhist scriptures with a strange voice while pinching her throat. The figures created by the pretense were also wearing burnt monk robes, and he also specially caught some pheasants and hares, which were burnt to a pulp, so that the smell was full. throughout the courtyard.

The purpose is not only to frighten those female relatives, but also to frighten these gangsters who do all kinds of evil.

Jingkong Jingming's death was so miserable, he couldn't believe that those bandits didn't have any fear in their hearts.

Even if it is a seed, Song Xuan will dig it out and irrigate it to germinate.

During these days of intimidation, the number of pilgrims in the temple became less and less, and the expressions on the faces of the monks in the temple were no longer as relaxed and peaceful as before.

"Do it tomorrow?" Ji Yunxi asked.

"En." Song Xuan put the book aside and shook his head. "It's cheaper for them."

It would not be an exaggeration to say that these bandits are heinous. Just one case in Wuyun Temple is enough to kill them, but how can their few dead lives be worth the countless dead souls under their hands?

In addition, the leaders of them all had certificates in their hands. According to the old practice, most of those who had certificates would not be tortured, at most it would be a straightforward beheading.

No matter how you look at them, they are cheap.

But how can the grievances and hatreds in this world be settled one by one?

Song Xuan didn't say anything after all.

Counting that Song Xuan and Ji Yunxi stayed in the temple for a full seven days, Bai Xiaotao was supposed to leave two days ago, but because of this matter, she dragged it until now.

On the seventh day, the day of Song Xuan and others finally came - the day of offering sacrifices to Qing Kong.

This day is also the day when the magistrate of Changning will come to offer incense.

The reputation of Wuyun Temple has finally reached such a point that the officials also came to visit. In the past, they should celebrate with each other, but at this moment, they are really not happy.

A year ago, headroom soared on this day.

So even though there are rumors of ghosts in Wuyun Temple, there are still an endless stream of people who come to worship.

But only the fake monks of Wuyun Temple are uneasy: only they here know what happened one year ago today.

In the past few days, the atmosphere of panic in the temple has been instigated to the extreme.

No matter how cruel this group of fake monks is, they are nothing more than human beings. They used to use their numbers to attack them without fear, but now they are panicked by these spiritual mysteries.

It's just that no matter how frightened they were, they still had to brace themselves, and each acted like a cold and reserved monk to welcome the arrival of the magistrate.

On the day when the magistrate came to offer incense, ordinary pilgrims were restricted from moving around.Half of the monks in the temple went to greet them, and only a few people were left to maintain the basic operations.

Jue Xing, wearing the cassock that Jing Kong once wore, welcomed the magistrate into the door with a solemn face, bearing the identity of a disciple under the seat of Jing Kong.

He twisted the beads in his hands and chanted "Amitabha", as if even the scars on his face had become holy.

Seeing his clean and inaction appearance, the magistrate didn't have the slightest suspicion, he just smiled and said: "I heard that the temple's mundane affairs are handled by Master Jingkong's new disciple, now I see him, he is indeed an eminent monk."

Jue Xing is a person who is good at disguising, and now he is even more familiar with it: "The benefactor is too famous."

The magistrate smiled and said: "In the early years, I met Master Jingkong a few times. At that time, he generously gave out porridge, cured the sick and saved the people, and saved the people from the fire and water. a landing."

"After a few days, I'll write a booklet and ask."

Jue Xing saluted slowly: "Worldly fame is nothing but karmic obstacles for us. Our teacher has already gone to the Western Paradise, so we don't think so."

"That's not right!" the magistrate hurriedly said. "You don't care, but the people do. You deserve it, so don't refuse."

Jue Xing was slightly moved when he heard the words, and finally sighed softly: "So, thank you benefactor.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't understand the Dharma, the little he learned from Jing Kong's hands can fool ordinary people who don't understand at all.Most importantly, he was tactful and alert enough, as long as he followed the prefect's words and typed a few Zen words with unclear meanings, he would naturally make the prefect think that he was an eminent monk.

He was already satisfied with getting the plaque promised by the magistrate, and even the haze about the haunted temple in his heart dissipated a little.

He had heard that the magistrate liked books a long time ago, so he invited the prefect to go to the Buddhist scriptures pavilion after he had had a fast meal and had nothing to talk about.

The magistrate naturally readily agreed.

And the moment the door of the Sutra Pavilion opened, Jue Xing's blood became cold.

Two human skins were hanging on the wall opposite the door.

Empty, swaying with the wind that poured in when the door was opened.

Every book on the bookshelf was stained with blood, and the ground was also covered with blood, almost converging into a small lake.

The pungent smell of blood hit their nostrils.

"This this……!"

Everyone was watching this weird scene, and the next moment, someone finally let out a trembling scream.

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"What?" Song Xuan's entire face turned pale. "Tell me, Jue Yuan..."

"Well," Ji Yunxi curled the corners of his lips imperceptibly, and then quickly put on that indifferent mask again. "It's too late to pursue it now, let's save people first."

Now all the fake monks in the temple are attracted by the Sutra Pavilion. They only need to knock out the guards in the cellar, and they will have enough time to rescue the monks.

Song Xuan knew in his heart that there should be no delay at this time.

But he also clearly knew that this matter originally planned by him had long been out of his control.

The current controller of the game is Jue Yuan who has no scruples.