Report at the beginning of Journey to the West

Chapter 144 The Drowned Ghost

Liuhe Monument became longer and thinner, resembling a sword shape, and a sharp sword intent rose from his body, and began to dance solo under the moon.

"Sword sword sword sword sword, what kind of sword is that
Sword sword sword sword, a stabbing sword
One sword, one sword, one sword, the sword kills

Your little life has been taken away by me. "

Liuhebei sang very well, and Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie and Drifting also sang well.

The three of them praised in unison: "The singing is easy to understand. Only by stabbing 800 people can you really understand the true meaning of this kind of swordsmanship. Brother Bei is so awesome, I am ashamed of myself!"

"There, it's overrated." The tone of Liuhe Beibei was very modest, but the body of the monument was half up, with a disgusted expression that was about to praise me.

"Hey, a group of illiterates, listen carefully." Xie Yun couldn't stand it anymore, and angrily pulled out the seven-star sword from his waist.

Sword dance under the moon, sword shadow whirling, murderous aura.

"Heaven did not give birth to me, and the way of swordsmanship is like a long night." In a word, Liuhe Bei felt his face hurt.

Poetry is better than poetry!
"Brother Bei, my master is Wenqu Xingxia, we are all monsters, we can't compare with him, we are responsible for calling 666." Sun Wukong patted the injured Liuhebei and comforted him.

He has long seen that the most correct and wrong thing he has done in his life is to worship Xie Yun as his teacher.

The master is not an expert, but a giant. If he follows him, he can naturally travel thousands of miles, but in this life, there is no hope of surpassing the master.

Liuhe Monument agreed with Sun Wukong's remarks, so the three people divided up the 500-year-old red yeast rice wine with one monument.

Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie and Drifting were holding wine, while Liuhe Monument was soaking in bowls. They began to admire Xie Yun's sword dance.

"The top of the fairy, proud of the world, with me, there will be heaven!"

"The sword of the great river comes from the sky, and the sword crosses the sky and the world, breaks the red dust, and kills all the immortals!"

"With a sword in my hand, I can cut nine heavens! If there are no real immortals in the world, I would like to hold the sword and turn into an immortal!" After Xie Yun shouted, he was sweating from exhaustion, and the flowers in the courtyard were already pulverized by the sword energy.

"The master is so talented!" Liuhebei took the lead in applauding, only boasting poems, and didn't mention a word about swordsmanship.

"A group of blind-eyed people, this emperor's kendo cultivation has soared recently, you can't see it, you can only see my famous work, hey!" Xie Yun sighed.

In an instant, Liuhebei's recognition of someone has reached a new level, and such shameless words can be said without fear of being struck by lightning.

He thought of Xie Yun Nitian's identity, and felt that even if someone was struck by lightning from the sky, Heavenly Tribulation would probably do it intentionally, causing harm to others.

Liuhebei dragged his bowl of red yeast rice wine and flew away slowly.

"Brother Bei, where have you been?" Wukong asked.

Liuhe Beitou didn't turn back, and said: "Stay away from your master, and don't hit me when he is struck by lightning."

Xie Yun had a dark face, seeing the three apprentices preparing to slip away, he became angry from embarrassment, kicked the three out of Xiangguo Temple, turned around and went back to his room to sleep.

That night, when the moon was full, the wind was strong and there was a light rain.

Bang!

The vase in the room was broken for no reason. Xie Yun was startled awake and found that the window of the Zen room had been blown open and the oil lamp on the table was flickering.

A ghostly sound could be heard indistinctly, and the room was gloomy.

He took out a fist-sized luminous pearl with his backhand and hung it on the beam, illuminating the room extremely brightly.

At the door of the meditation room, a man with a pale face, wrinkled skin, and dripping wet was a little embarrassed and didn't know whether he should go in or not.

After hesitating for a moment, he shouted: "Master Daoist, I am so wronged to die!"

"Daozhang, you have to make the decision for me!"

"Daozhang, I'm so cold!"

Xie Yun yawned and fell asleep in the end.

Unlucky, I thought it was a beautiful female ghost like Nie Xiaoqian who came to the door in the middle of the night, but who could pull it in to warm the bed, who would have thought that it was a drowned ghost, or a man.

It's really wicked to run out without sleep in the middle of the night to scare people!

The drowned ghost at the door of the meditation room is stupid, Daoist, even if you see that I can't help you, you should call in and ask a question to find out the situation, why did you fall asleep again?
If you don't play the cards according to the routine, it's very difficult for me!

What?

Let's call again, maybe the Taoist priest didn't see me just now, yes, the Taoist priest definitely didn't see me just now!

The drowned ghost made up his mind, cleared his throat, and shouted again: "Master Daoist, I died so badly!"

……

He shouted for an hour.

Xie Yun couldn't bear it anymore, got out of bed after getting dressed, grabbed the drowned ghost by the collar, led him in, and slapped him.

your sister!
Staying up late at night, crazily disturbing the people, you won't talk about it tomorrow morning if you have a grievance, what are you talking about, disturbing people's dreams.

Although Xie Yun's slap absorbed [-]% of his strength, it still knocked the drowned ghost unconscious, almost knocking him out of his wits, and he would never be reborn forever.

"System, I will report this ghost for harassing me in the middle of the night."

"Ding, the reporting system is checking, congratulations to the host for successfully reporting, and rewarding the host with a red envelope from Heaven."

Tiandao Red Envelope: The random lottery red envelope prepared by Tiandao, you can draw treasures from it according to your character.

Xie Yun's eyes lit up, he was worrying about not having something good for Hong Haier, the system will come to relieve his worries in this timely manner, not bad.

Eldest nephew, what you can get depends on your own good luck, the uncle can only poison milk, bah, bless you!

In the middle of the night, when Xie Yun was sipping tea to relieve his troubles, the drowned ghost finally woke up. He clutched his swollen left cheek, extremely wronged, wanted to speak but dared not.

"Master Daoist, you have to make the decision for me!" The Drowned Ghost shouted weakly.

Xie Yun got angry, poured a cup of tea on the drowned ghost's head, and scolded: "Can't you pick a good time if you ask the poor Taoist for help?"

"Can you put on a good attitude, come out in the middle of the night, are you begging for help or scaring people?"

"Quick talk, fast talk, Pindao doesn't have that much time to waste time with you."

The drowned ghost wiped the tea off his face, extremely ashamed, but still prepared to avenge himself.

He had already observed it during the day, and this Taoist priest is the big boss who is not afraid of the gods and Buddhas in the sky, the nemesis of evil, and the embodiment of justice.

"Master Dao, I am not a monster, nor a monster, I am the king of the Wuji Kingdom!"

Xie Yun looked at the drowned ghost. He was wearing a soaring crown, a jasper belt around his waist, an ocher yellow robe with flying dragons and phoenixes, and a faint dragon aura to protect him. He was indeed not an ordinary person.

"Why did you die?"

"Master Daoist, to be honest, my name is Mo Ruilin. A forest fire broke out in the Wuji country five years ago, and the whole country was in danger of being burned. I bathed and fasted, and burned incense and prayed day and night, but the fire didn't stop, but it became more and more intense. "The drowned ghost said the cause of the matter.

Xie Yun looked contemptuous, and said directly: "You really deserve what you deserve, you really deserve it."

When a fire breaks out, you don’t want to put out disaster relief, but instead burn incense and worship gods. It’s really not easy for the people of Wuji Kingdom. It’s pitiful to have such a foolish king like you!

Mo Ruilin, the king of the Wuji Kingdom, turned blue and pale, and dared not speak any more.

"What happened later, how did you die?" Xie Yun asked.

He felt that [-]% of the people in the Wuji Kingdom rose up and soaked the king in a pig cage and drowned him.

　There was a fire in Australia some time ago, and the author decided to seek justice.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)