The No. 1 Sword Cultivator in History [Transmigration Book]

Seeing that this was what he asked, the ghosts were obviously relieved.

Liu Shujing sat on the ground with his legs spread apart, his pale face brightened for a moment, and he said in a high-pitched voice, "This monastery has been unoccupied for many years, monk, where did you come from, and why did you come here?" Looking for someone?"

"Are I asking you, or are you asking me?" Lingran looked at Willow Fairy with a smile.

The willow tree spirit flinched, and instantly became honest, and said, "Yes, I'll just say it, it's a long story..."

"Then you speak slowly. The night is long and I don't want to sleep. I just listen to you telling stories to pass the time." The corners of Lingran's lips curled up, but her black and white eyes were cold, and there was no smile at all.

When Liu Shujing saw his eyes, he immediately faltered, and he hesitated for a long time but couldn't say a complete sentence.

On the contrary, there was a monster with a pointed head and a belly as big as a drum. Afraid that Lingran would offend them, he hurriedly interrupted and said: "I know something about this. At that time, I was still practicing in the temple, and I hadn't cultivated a human form yet. The abbot, uh, What is the name of that old monk..."

"Mingxi." Lingran said.

"Ah, yes! Monk Mingxi is quite a kind person, and there are more than a dozen young monks in the temple. Because he can pinch and count, his reputation gradually spread far and wide, and sometimes people from several nearby counties came to offer incense. At that time, the life of Dong'an Temple was not bad. But one day, I don't know what happened, the old monk Mingxi asked the government to arrest him. Locked up a long list, it turned out that a dozen young monks were also taken away. Since then, there has been no one in this temple, and it has been in decline for more than ten years."

"What kind of lawsuit is it?" Lingran asked him.

He originally thought that the old monk had a good death, because according to the instructions in the Japanese master's letter, Ming Xi was obviously indifferent by nature, never cared about worldly affairs, and was an eminent monk who lived in seclusion in the mountains and outskirts. ——How could such an indifferent person suffer a lawsuit in the world of mortals?

The big-bellied ghost hesitated for a moment, and said, "It seems that I heard that a lady from the official family came to the temple to offer incense. After returning, she hanged herself for some reason. The family hated the temple for being unclean, so the government sent all the monks to the temple. They were all taken away together. Since that incident, the reputation of this Dong'an Temple has been completely ruined, and no one is willing to come to offer incense."

Miss official!In an instant, Lingran turned into ten big ones.

As expected, there is no one he can intervene in here!

As far as he asked this, that's it, he was doing his best for the old Japanese monk.

In the end, he asked without any hope, "What year did that happen? Does any of you know if the old monk Mingxi is still alive?"

Lingran's eyes swept across the faces of these spirits one by one, and those spirits trembled instantly, feeling as if a cold weapon had passed over their faces.

The gaze was so sharp that their bodies, hair, and skin felt chills when they were cut.A small ghost who couldn't lift his head said in a low voice, "I seem to know something."

There is actually a woman here!

Lingran was refreshed.Ever since he was struck by the lightning to the Heaven Extinguishing Realm, he hasn't even seen a single female creature.Therefore, his tone softened a little, and he said, "Girl, don't be afraid, just tell me and listen."

The spirit that Lingran calls a girl shyly raises half of her face, which is good for Juan.Willow leaf eyebrows are pointed, and a pair of eyes are still quite charming, but the lower half of the face is completely invisible.Below the bridge of the nose, red and black spots are densely covered, as if bitten by some poisonous insect, it is extremely red and swollen.

Lingran shivered in fright, and subconsciously raised her sleeves to cover her eyes, mouth, nose, and passage, "You one by one"

"Hey, the ugliness of my family, I'm afraid it will scare you, monk!" The elf replied shyly with a crying sound.

"Okay, okay, Xiao Qiniang, stop doing it! Tell me quickly!" The big belly monster interrupted.

The female elf called Xiao Qiniang stopped crying, and whispered shyly, "My family was originally a scorpion, and I lived in a barren mountain not far from Dong'an Temple, but one day I don't know why. Afterwards, I slowly practiced for 500 years, and finally got a human form, but the appearance was still not good-looking.”

"In the past, there was a lot of incense in this Dong'an Temple, and young women often came and went. The slave family envied their beauty, so they often peeped at them, and wanted to learn from them. They could learn to wear beautiful flower clothes, and at best they could also learn to have a beautiful face. .”

"Go straight to the point!" Lingran coughed twice.

This ghost's voice is quite gentle, but his face is really not flattering.

Those ghosts urged together, "Speak quickly, speak quickly!"

Xiao Qiniang had no choice but to put away her weeping posture, and said unwillingly, "Because the young lady who had the accident was very beautiful, like a delicate flower, my family likes her very much, so I took a few more glances at her. "

"When the young lady came to offer incense, she was quite majestic. There were six or seven family members, and a dozen strong men came to the nursing home, only protecting her. There were four or five servant girls by her side."

"The young lady came to make a wish, but it was like the grandmother in the family was seriously ill, and she came to the temple to offer incense and pray for blessings. For some reason, she was the only one among the family's female relatives! When returning, the young lady disappeared for no reason on the way back. "

"There was a sudden light in the sedan chair, and the young lady let out a cry, and then a thirteen or fourteen-year-old maidservant who was sitting in the sedan chair with the young lady opened the curtain and yelled loudly that the young lady was gone."

"A good living person, just like that, disappeared under the eyes of everyone."

"The guards are in a hurry like crazy! I was curious, and waited there for three or four hours. It was a barren mountain, desolate, and I don't know which mountain king did it. But the blame has all been settled on the old monk Mingxi."

Ling Ran frowned, feeling that these words were not going well.

He managed to figure it out, probably the young lady was robbed by someone or a monster on the way home from Shangxiang. After returning to the mansion, she was so ashamed that she hanged herself.

That family is very powerful, but they put this matter on the old monk Mingxi.

He said, "Then have you ever seen what it is that kidnapped Miss?"

Xiao Qiniang said, "I just didn't see it! After the young lady returns to the mansion, I will go to the slave's house again. When the young lady returns, she is no longer the young lady."

Lingran frowned again, she really didn't understand this sentence. "Speak more clearly!" He said impatiently.

Xiao Qiniang hesitated for a while, her eyes were moist, and she was about to cry again.

A few ghosts nearby chimed in, "Don't blame the monk! She has just cultivated human form not long ago, and she can't speak well."

"Then find the one who speaks the most quickly!" Ling Ran pointed at the monster with a big stomach, "Tell me first, what does it want to express?"

The big belly monster and Xiao Qiniang bit their ears for a while, then turned around and explained to Lingran, "What Xiao Qiniang means is that when she saw that Miss Zhong disappeared, she was still the same lady, but after more than an hour, that Miss Zhong disappeared. Those who come back from the mountain road crying for no reason are no longer strangers. Those who come back are ghosts.”

Lingran felt a little creepy, and felt colder and colder in the night.

It turned out to be the case.

Even if he couldn't figure out the affairs of the underworld, he couldn't care less about the affairs of the underworld.

He's just weird. "Even if he is already dead, can he hang himself on the beam and die again when he returns home?"

"I don't know," the scorpion spirit was not sure. "It's just that Miss, uh, after that Miss Zhong committed suicide by hanging herself, I went to check on it, and it is true that she has changed back to that Miss."

This remark was confusing, but Lingran understood it at least, and dared to say that Miss Zhong's body was still in the mansion.He was concerned about the whereabouts of the old monk Mingxi, and couldn't help asking, "Then how did the court judge this lawsuit?"

"It is said that the old monk Mingxi manipulates the soul of life, and the villain is chaste."

It's hard for that little scorpion to say these words clearly, but I don't know how long I've been listening to them in the courtroom!