Chapter 254

"That is to say, the ghosts in the world have been forgotten?"

Shen slightly scratched his head.

This is really a troublesome thing. Where can I finish the task without ghosts?

Monk Huicong saw his doubts.

"Benefactor, if you don't believe it

"Well, I have collected some paintings. I believe you can believe what I said is true after reading it. After all

"Monks don't lie."

With that, he left the meditation room with small steps.

When Huineng came back again, Shen Lue found that he brought in a roll of bedding.

Snap~

Huineng spread the mat next to him:

"Benefactor.

"I'll sleep with you tonight!"

What?

Shen Lue quickly wrapped himself in a quilt and moved aside a little.

"Well..."

Huineng hurriedly explained with a smile:

"Don't get me wrong, benefactor! In fact, there is already a monk's meditation room here. The rooms in the temple are full, so I can only wrongly squeeze you.

"I don't know what to call you?"

Shen breathed a sigh of relief and put his hands together to thank him:

"That's really troublesome for you. My name is..."

His eyes rolled.

If you tell him my name is Ji Guoyuan I, will it cause a lot of trouble? After all, my strength has not recovered yet. I'd better use an alias.

"You can call me Jing Ze Yan Xiang."

Monk Huicong touched the back of his head.

I've never heard of this surname, and it's a little strange, but it's also normal. After all, there are more and more Japanese surnames now.

"Mr. Jingze.

"This is the little monk's collection of pictures about the ghost killing team and the ghost dance without tragedy for thousands of years. Since you are interested, I'll bring it."

Shen Lue noticed that he also carried a large and heavy album of paintings.

Huicong takes out a kerosene lamp to illuminate the meditation room.

Turn to the first page.

The picture shows an ordinary man in Japan's Heian era 1000 years ago who broke the medicine bowl with a painful expression after receiving the doctor's treatment.

"Benefactor.

"This painting is about the origin of ghosts.

"In the Ping'an era, a man from the maternity family accidentally took strange drugs and his body changed.

"Since then, he has great power, never grows old and never dies, and has mastered many dark and evil magic methods, but he is also very afraid of the sun.

"This man

"It is the ancestor of Ghosts - Ghost Dance is not miserable."

Shen Lue looks at the feminine and beautiful man in the painting:

"He's dead now?"

"Yes.

"But in the words of my Buddha, it should be said that he has been transcended."

Huicong habitually corrected and continued to turn back.

The next content of the album is:

In the past 1000 years, this "wumiserable" has created more and more ghosts by forcibly injecting his own blood into normal humans, and the ghost family has been formed since then.

Seeing this, Shen slightly touched his chin.

It turns out that in this world, all ghosts are made without tragedy?

No wonder it is the ultimate boss of the new copy.

It's pretty good.

Soon, the album has turned to the last page:

"Two years ago, our human ghost killing team launched a final duel with wumiserable in a mysterious place called infinite city!"

Oh, ho ho ha——

Huicong's eyes suddenly burst out admiring little stars:

"Ghost killing team, you handsome, white, beautiful and long legged 'column' strong men

“CUA、CUA——

"The knife rises and falls, and finally succeeded in surpassing the miserable old thief!!!

"Especially one of the handsome young players named zaomen tanzhilang, who is the legendary breathing method of the sun, contributed the final blow!"

At this point, his face flushed with excitement.

Shen Lue pulled at the corner of his mouth:

"Ah, this

"Master Huicong, although it is the Taisho Era, the monk

"You can also use adjectives such as white skin, beautiful big long legs?"

Cough——

Huicong coughed awkwardly and lowered his voice: "to tell you the truth, a monk is just a monk's profession, and the temple is a company.

"Every weekend, the little monk will have a normal secular life.

"After all, the times have changed."

Shen Lue knows a little about it.

The clergy in Modern Japan are professional. In fact, such a phenomenon also widely exists in China, but I didn't expect it to appear in the early 20th century.

What an unprofessional monk!

Huicong closes the album:

"Well, I have an early class tomorrow, so I'll go to bed first.

"As for ghosts, you see.

"All the ghosts in the world have a blood connection with the ghost dance. After the tragedy is transcended, they all disappear together."

He folded his palms and said solemnly:

"So now ghosts only exist in everyone's heart.

"Amitabha."

Oh~

What garlic do you pretend to be, a fake monk.

All ghosts have disappeared? That's impossible at all. Well, how else can the first task of this copy be to find a ghost and destroy it.

Moreover, the introduction of the copy is very clear.

The ghost dance was not miserable and did not die.

This guy definitely escaped from the ghost killing team by some means, and may still be brewing a more terrible plan and revenge.

It's all routine!

Shen Lue waved his hand and said in Huicong's tone:

"Master, that's not true.

"In fact, the ghost has not disappeared, and no tragedy still exists. What you see is just a mirror."

Then he lowered his head and smiled mysteriously at the corners of his mouth.

what?

Huicong was so frightened that he hurried back a little:

"Benefactor, don't deceive me ~"

Maybe he was really frightened. He quickly retracted into the quilt, turned off the kerosene lamp and prepared to go to sleep.

Shen Lue and Huicong lie side by side on the table.

Squeak——

Squeak——

The soft moonlight came in through the window, and the cicadas outside kept shouting.

Huicong has some insomnia and keeps turning over.

I was so excited to see the ghost killing team Memorial album just now that he can't sleep at all now.

The fantasy of becoming a ghost killer flashed in his mind.

Harm.

It can only be fantasy.

In fact, ghost killing team was a mysterious organization little known in the past.

After no tragedy was eliminated, the ghost killing team was dissolved and completely became history.

The team members returned to the life of ordinary people, which gradually came into the sight of the people and was loved by everyone.

They even produced official peripheral.

This "ghost killing team commemorative album" was bought from the former team member, tanzhilang's sister and youdou in zaomen. The back

Even her Kawaii's autograph!

Clatter——

While Huicong was reading, a sudden sound sounded in the meditation room.

He pricked his ears:

"Something seems to have fallen on the ground?"

Shen Lue also suddenly opened his eyes.

Clatter, clatter, clatter——

Soon, similar sounds kept ringing in the meditation room. It seemed that some beads rolled to the ground and made a clear sound.

"Is your Buddha bead broken?"

Huicong was a little nervous. He trembled and said:

"No, No."

"Oh."

Hearing his calm response, Huicong's heart immediately calmed down and began to meditate on Boro's Secret Heart Sutra.

But then Shen Lue said something that almost made him cry:

"Well

"It's the ghost."