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Chapter 129 Lord Dog (Part [-])

This slash was accompanied by the shattering of General Prajna Due, and a large number of red-clothed fire-holding ghosts scattered again. Wei Hao sneered, and suddenly threw out a whip. With a "pop", a huge circle formed around him. Ring, kill all the little devils on the spot.

The screams were endless, and the torches escaped from the control of the little ghost in red, and returned to white, no different from the ghosts saved before.

After a little counting, there are three or four hundred.

"Xiao Wang, lead them down the mountain."

"okay."

Gouzi regained his puppy appearance, barked, and drove a group of white ghosts down the mountain like sheep.

At this time, the sky had already darkened, and the hillside was originally with neat steps and winding curves, but the extremely fast battle just now destroyed the mountain road leading into the ancient temple of Banruo Temple.

Now going down the mountain is still quite rough.

Wang Jiexing was jumping up and down in front, and would jump up from time to time, either falling on a rock or among the branches. When he saw a ghost leaving the team, he would jump over and call out twice to drive the ghost back into the team After that, continue on your way.

"You follow along too. That little black dog is my Keqing. He can distinguish the truth and identify the real body. There are hundreds of cattle, horses and animals in Taiping Market Town. Which one is your real body? You still have to count on him."

Wei Hao also released the ghost from the sword pouch, urging him to quickly follow the team.

"Thank you benefactor, thank you benefactor..."

The ghost quickly knelt down and kowtowed, thanking him again and again.

Wei Hao waved his hand and was surprised to see that the Buddha statues in the temple were all broken into pieces: "Since Banruo Temple is a Shimen temple registered in Daxia, how come it doesn't even have any means to subdue demons?"

"My lord, before the world was peaceful, take it easy, these monks are officials in the imperial court. How many of them have great ambitions like 'Wu Chao Chuan Lu'?"

Yingying showed up, poured Wei Hao a glass of sweet-scented osmanthus wine, and then stood quietly aside with a plate.

"makes sense."

Nodding his head, he was about to go down the mountain when he heard a popping sound. Wei Hao looked up and saw that several books were falling slowly. He reached out to catch them and saw a statue of Buddha on the cover, which was very solemn .

Looking at the handwriting again, it's neat and powerful, it's better than his at 01:30.

It's just that he didn't know what book it was. Wei Hao thought it was a Buddhist scripture, but when he opened it, he was stunned.

"On the ninth day of February, the pastry shop in Taipingji Town paid 17 yuan with interest, and my wife mortgaged it to work in the temple for two months..."

"On the thirteenth day of February, the tenants of Bayan Village owe five stones and eight buckets of grain, and are willing to mortgage their daughter for three months for practice..."

"On the eighth day of March, Wang Yuanwai of Sanli Temple owed 300 taels in the casino at the foot of the mountain, and used the paddy field at home to repay the debt. The total..."

……

Every item and every pen is nothing thrilling or twisted, it's just a simple accounting.

Looking at the other book, it is roughly the same, but there is an extra signature, which is the chief disciple of Banruo Temple "Zhiyuan", and he added an extra postscript to his account book.

"A good wife and a good field, a bad wife and a bad field, no wife and no field..."

This ledger is not a manual ledger, but a rented ledger of the fields under the name of Banruo Temple.

If you want to rent the high-quality paddy fields of Banruo Temple, the tenant's wife should be more beautiful, and the ability to make people happy should be better; Quite a lot, and watering may become a hassle; but it is still better than a poor man without a wife. Even the poor man without a wife cannot even rent the inferior fields of Banruo Temple. Odd jobs in temples.

"Ha, not bad."

Wei Hao shook the ledger in his hand with a smile, "It's pretty similar to what I've seen and heard before."

Yingying saw that her fists were hardened, and she gave Wei Hao a look: "Sir, these bald donkeys are really hateful!!"

"Okay, it's all dead."

Pointing to the corpses of little ghosts in a place, "How do you think these 'temple ghosts' got here? And who judged the local bald heads? They are all in order."

"Isn't that someone acting chivalrously?"

"Pull it down, that guy runs so fast, if he really does good deeds, would he be so courageous? It's just killing the bald donkey in the Banruo Temple, in order to make it easier for him to deceive people. If he really does good deeds, why bother to turn the passers-by down the mountain into cattle and horses?" brute?"

After Wei Hao finished speaking, he waved his hand and shattered the remaining Buddha statues and Bodhisattva statues. These clay sculptures and construction waste filled the hollow, and the entire mountaintop was suddenly empty.

"Get something, let's go."

"what?"

"The best of the hill."

After stomping his feet, the mountain peak cracked slightly, and indeed a glowing bead flew out and landed in Wei Hao's hands.

"This is the essence of the mountain. Last time I was in Dry Bone Mountain, I also got one."

After a brief explanation, Yingying knew that there were such stories.

During the period when she was visiting the East China Sea, a lot of things really happened. Two little maidservants wanted to compete with her for a place to repay her kindness, but after all, Mr. Bai's country dragon was not there, and the husband would not face him alone. sister...

Fortunately, fortunately, as long as I stay together, I am not afraid of the cheap maids from outside to be happy first!
Just as he was thinking wildly, Wei Hao put the mountain spirit into his sword pouch, hugged Yingying and threw it on the horse's back, then led the horse and drank wine, and went down the mountain slowly.

The mountain road is rugged, and the walking is not fast, but there is a vast expanse of whiteness ahead, and the dog drives all the ghosts to the streets of Taiping Market Town, frightening the people so that they shut their doors and let the ghosts wander on the streets.

And Wang Jiexing was busy going to the livestock store again, and found the livestock pens for cattle, horses, pigs and sheep. After opening the gate of the pens, he barked and drove the animals out.

Afterwards, Gouzi asked the cows, horses, pigs and sheep to line up on the side of the street, calling out their names every time they barked.

"Ma Sankui, the fourth cow in the second row."

The ghost rushed over and kowtowed: "Thank you, Master Dog! Thank you, Master Dog!"

Moo~~
The fourth cow in the second row is an honest big yellow cow, still chewing grass in its mouth. After coming out, I saw a ghost walking on the cow. When the red light flashed, the big yellow cow immediately began to deform.

The horns retracted, the muzzle became narrower, the hooves had toes, and the tail disappeared.

Not long after, the big ox turned into an honest farmer, who was a person from nearby, his surname was Ma and his name was Sankui.

"Huang Youde, the eighth pig in the third row."

Another ghost came over and kowtowed: "Grandpa Dog is so kind and virtuous, the little one is unforgettable..."

The eighth animal in the third row was indeed a big black pig with its tusks turned out and its mane standing on end. After walking out, it overlapped with the ghost and immediately turned into a fat butcher with beards.

With snot and tears, the butcher knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Wang Jiexing: "Master Dog, I only hope that Mr. Dog will pass by a small shop in the future. You can just pick the tenderloin and ribs, and pick up the hooves and plum meat. Thank you, Mr. Dog, thank you Dog." Lord, woo woo woo woo woo..."

Huang Youde cried so much, if it wasn't for Lord Dog, how would he have a chance to come back to life?
I'm afraid that some colleague tied up the bloodletting, blown the pig's hair, and then divided the pig's head, legs, and feet, and someone picked it on the chopping board.

I almost made saozi and was eaten as wontons.

Gouzi ignored him and just rolled his name. At that time, a street was divided into two sides, with lost souls on one side and homeless animals on the other. Together, it was a new life.

(End of this chapter)