Daughter-in-law

Chapter 351
Looking at the temple in front of me, I couldn't help frowning. The paper crane stopped here, which proved that the ghost must be in the temple.

But this is a bit unreasonable. The temples are dedicated to Buddhas and Bodhisattvas. How dare a ghost dare to settle in the temple?

Duanmuqing and I came to the front of the front door. This small temple has been around for many years, and it has long been dilapidated, even the gate is rotten.

I pushed it casually, and the door fell down directly, stirring up a cloud of dust.

After the dust cleared, Duanmuqing and I looked inside.

The small courtyard of the temple is paved with blue bricks, but now it is full of weeds.

There is a well in the yard, and there is a tree beside the mouth of the well, which is an osmanthus tree.

Seeing the osmanthus tree, I couldn't help but move.

Every year on the ninth day of September, a cup of sweet-scented osmanthus tea will appear in that man's house.

The ghost is here, and there is also an osmanthus tree here, there must be a connection between them.

It's just that I can't figure it out, why does that ghost make a cup of sweet-scented osmanthus tea every year, and what is his purpose for doing this?
The small temple has been deserted for an unknown number of years, and the door of the main hall has also fallen off.

It can be clearly seen that there is a Buddha statue inside.

It's just that the Buddha statue has been smashed by someone, and the upper body fell to the ground, almost smashed to pieces, and it has long been impossible to see what kind of Buddha it is.

Duanmuqing and I walked in. The hall has been abandoned for too long, and there are many holes in the top, so you can see the sky when you look up.

However, judging from the scale of the buildings here, the temple's incense should not be bad back then, and I don't know how it became so deserted.

At this time, the sky outside was gradually getting dark.

However, Duanmuqing and I were not worried at all, we are bad luck, if we are afraid of the dark, it would make people laugh to death.

As for that little guy, he was even less afraid.

We searched around and found nothing out of the ordinary.

But I know that my talisman is not wrong, that ghost must be hiding here, but now he doesn't want to come out.

I snorted coldly, squatted on the ground, put my right hand on the ground, and felt the yin energy around me.

After a while, I withdrew my hand and looked ahead.

Everything in this small temple is normal, only the well, and the breath in that well is a little abnormal.

It was Yin Qi, the Yin Qi only possessed by Yin creatures, but that Yin Qi was completely different from other ghosts, in addition to Yin Qi, there was actually a faint holy aura.

I don't know what that breath is. Although it is holy, it makes me feel deeply disgusted.

"In that well." I said to Duanmuqing.

Hearing my words, Duanmuqing rushed to the well, and the little boy and I followed.

Looking down, although this well is not known how many years old, but it is not dry, there is still water, and when it is close, there will be a cloud of yin!

I looked at the mouth of the well and frowned, knowing that the yin thing must be inside.

"How to get him out?" At this time Duanmuqing turned to me and asked.

Hearing his words, I also froze for a moment.

Although it can be concluded now that the ghost is at the bottom of the well, how do we get him out?
"Why don't you go down?" I said to Duanmuqing.

"I'll fuck you!" Duanmuqing refused without hesitation.

I didn't care, because I was just joking with him just now. The well is so small that I can't even turn around when I go in. How could I let him go down.

Don't talk about catching ghosts, if you go down, you will probably drown him directly.

I put my hand on the mouth of the well, feeling the breath of the ghost.

This time the feeling was clearer, the ghost was in the well, and I could feel that this ghost was really different.

Because he did not have the evil spirit and resentment of ordinary ghosts at all, but was extremely stable, and even had a peaceful and pure aura.

Of course, I can also feel that this ghost is very powerful, even stronger than ordinary ghosts. If calculated according to the level of the ghost, he should have the strength of a ghost general.

This surprised me, knowing that this is Yangjian, it is almost impossible for a ghost to cultivate the strength of a ghost general in Yangjian, how did this guy do it!
And what surprised me the most was that the aura on this yin thing was really different from ordinary ghost things.

His breath has been very stable, without any fluctuations, he seems to be sleeping.

Looking at the mouth of the well, I frowned.

This ghost seems to be different from other ghosts. He doesn't harm people, and he usually stays at the bottom of the well. I have a slight hesitation about waking him up.

But in the end, I still took out a piece of talisman paper in my pocket, and threw it towards the mouth of the well.

At the same time as the talisman paper was dropped, I chanted the incantation silently, and the talisman paper that fell into the well suddenly turned into a fireball, and then smashed into the well with a bang!
I didn't stop, and threw out five or six talisman papers one after another.

"who is it!"

At this moment, a somewhat vicissitudes of voice came from the bottom of the well.

I know that ghost has woken up.

Following his voice, a dense fog gradually emerged from the mouth of the well.

There is a shadow of a man in the thick fog.

The man was bald, with a long braid in the back, and he was wearing a long robe, which looked like someone from the Qing Dynasty!

In other words, this guy has been dead for at least a hundred years!
"Who are you, to disturb my Qingxiu?" The ghost looked at Duanmuqing and me, and said slowly.

Although it was woken up by me and Duanmuqing, the tone of this nymph doesn't seem to be angry, but rather peaceful.

Especially on his body, there is an aura that ordinary ghosts absolutely do not have, and that aura has a hint of holiness.

Looking at that ghost, I couldn't help but frowned, because I could tell that the holy breath on his body was actually Buddha's breath!

In the illusion given to me by Yinggou, I have seen the battle in the underworld, seen the Ksitigarbha King make a move, and felt the endless breath of Buddha.

Of course, the aura on this Yinhun's body couldn't be compared with that of Ksitigarbha King, but it was the Buddha's aura.

He is a femininity, a ghost, how could there be a Buddha's breath on his body!

(End of this chapter)