Yantao's beautiful and strange peach blossom eyes raised and smiled, "why don't you jump down from here and relieve me?"
The girl's voice was a little soft, but it was like a smile. It was vaguely cool, and the ghosts trembled.
"Lord Tao, we haven't done anything wrong. Please raise your hand and be kind. Just treat us as farts. Let it go."
Young master Yan narrowed his eyes and smiled: "anyway, you are all ghosts. You have died once. You may not die if you jump down."
The ghosts thought in cold sweat: Mom, who knows if they will die again when they fall from a height of 10000 meters?
Dead people can become ghosts.
What about the dead ghost?
Yan Tao, who was just teasing the stupid ghosts of this gang, said lazily, "the ghost is dead, his soul is terrified, he can't enter the reincarnation path, and he can't enter the eternal life."
Except for the ghosts in China, the other ghosts looked at each other.
Samsara... What is it?
Longevity... What is it?
Sorry, we are a bunch of ignorant ghosts.
Qin Zong easily touched the girl's soft hair top. The touch in his hand was soft and gentle, which was very pleasing.
"OK, you're also ugly." Yan Tao was so disgusted that he curled his mouth and waved to them to go away like catching flies. "Do good things, you can have merit and virtue into reincarnation, you know?"
"Yes, thank you for your advice."
The ghosts in New York kept running away. Only the ghosts in China remained where they were. He bowed respectfully to Yantao and knelt down to kowtow to her.
Yantao quickly avoided.
When a ghost kneels, he will ask.
When ghosts cry, there must be resentment.
"You have something to say," the girl's pretty eyebrows picked at will, and her voice was as indifferent as smoke.
"Lord Tao, can you... Pass for me?"
The ghost looked at Yantao and rubbed his hands. He looked very embarrassed.
Yantao slightly picked up his eyebrows, like a cold look on the jade face, and said faintly, "no time."
The ghost immediately broke down his face and burst into tears. "Taoist priest, pity me for dying in a foreign land. I can't even go home. I can't enjoy incense... I'm hungry until now..."
"Please have mercy on me..."
Yan Tao
"Do I look kind?"
The girl can smile, full of laughter.
The moment she smiled, the water waves in the peach blossom eyes seemed to be in full bloom in spring, the moment of prosperity, the thrilling beauty
The Yin ghost was dazzled by the girl's extremely beautiful smile, but he soon caught a cold touch on Yan Tao's lips.
The heart beat.
Don't know how to answer?
Yan Tao: "OK, you follow the plane to the ground, find your family and remind them in a dream."
When future generations dream of their deceased elders, they may not pay attention to them once or twice. When they dream of them many times, they will naturally prepare incense.
Wronged Ghost: "is this OK?"
Yan Tao nodded slightly, which was a response.
"Thank you for your advice."
The wronged ghost quickly bent down to thank him.
Xiao Qi: Master, you are just a monk. You have never become a monk or wear Taoist clothes. These ghosts always think you are a Taoist.
Yan Tao's plain white fingers rubbed his chin.
In China, most ghost hunters are Taoist family members.
There are few metaphysical sects nearby who can transcend ghosts.
More times, they just meet the Taoist family.
Yantao is too lazy to care about this. The scenery outside the window is just right for sleeping.
The beautiful girl leaned on Qin Zong's shoulder and went to bed.