Amazing Witch Doctor

Chapter 102
Clothes bug, bug...

Lan Caoxin suddenly raised her arm and snapped her dropped chin, stood up with a whoosh, condescendingly with her hands on her hips and eyes shining: "Witchcraft is the ancestor of Gu Art, that is to say, now I have awakened ancient witchcraft, and You, a descendant of the Miaojiang witch doctor, have been exposed to my light, and the blood of the witchcraft has awakened?"

There was a gleam in Situ Qing's eyes: "Aren't you afraid?"

Lan Caoxin looked up to the sky and laughed domineeringly: "I am a witch, the ancestor of your witchcraft, if you are afraid, you are afraid of me! Dear disciple, hurry up and call Master to listen!"

Situ Qing rolled his eyes towards the sky.Lan Caoxin's eyes lit up, and she was secretly sighing that the Poppy Man is the Poppy Man, who can be so seductive even by rolling his eyes, his legs softened, and he fell into Poppy's embrace.

He just hugged her like that, took her and sat sideways in his arms, resting his chin on top of her head. He didn't move any more, but there was a helpless joke in his tone: "You like to take advantage of me so much? I call Master Nothing, are you sure you want to get along with your apprentice like this?"

Lancao Xin's ears turned red, and her mouth was still firm: "Who said it can't be done? It is said that Fuxi and Nuwa were brother and sister before they got married! Wind coins are Fuxi's accessories, and I can be regarded as his disciple. If it is messy, it is also a teacher's inheritance."

"Oh?" The corners of Situ Qing's mouth curled up, but his voice was solemn, "Then let's pay homage to the master now, and you will take me back to Zhongnan Mountain tomorrow to meet your master and the head master."

Blue Grass Heart: "..."

The big formation for hunting ghosts spread over the whole ghost garden, the blue grass heart hit the ground with one foot, Yufeng flew up to a treetop in the garden, turned back and smiled at Situ Qing: "Don't be afraid!" The palm-sized overcast umbrella that Li borrowed from his master Ren Chun was good at facing the wind, and it turned into an antique oil-paper umbrella twice the size of a normal umbrella in an instant.

At this time, snowflakes were beginning to fall from the sky, and umbrellas came out, and suddenly a dark wind blew up in the haunted garden, and ghosts cried in the dark wind, mournful and mournful.The branches of dense trees, flowers and plants swayed for a while, and the tips seemed to be sucked by an invisible funnel in the sky, pointing to the direction of the umbrella in the air from all directions.

At this time, Lan Caoxin had returned to Situ Qing, the boss of Shimen.Although Situ Qing looked at the strange scene above the ghost garden with a calm face, she was still worried that Situ Qing was here alone.Standing beside him, he took his hand naturally, and sighed: "In terms of geomantic omen, this place probably wasn't a very shady place more than 1000 years ago. On the contrary, it was a treasured place for health and happiness. Otherwise, the prince would not I will buy the house here. It is a pity that the owner here probably died of injustice and turned this place into a yin house, and more and more lonely ghosts from all over the world gathered, and then it became such a ghost garden."

Seeing that the old oil-paper umbrella absorbed the dark wind and became more and more glamorous, and faint patterns began to appear on the surface of the umbrella, Lan Caoxin couldn't help but marvel: "Master gave me this shade umbrella and said that this umbrella was worn by the master master when he was young." My favorite magic weapon, I don’t know how big the capacity is, I only know that every time 100 ghosts are collected, it will change slightly, and today this person has been hungry for many years and finally wants to eat?”

"Amitabha! Good, good, good!" An old and loud Buddha's name suddenly sounded from a distant place. The first "A" character was still far away in the mountains, and the last "Zai" character was within a hundred meters.

The two turned their heads in amazement, and saw under the cold moon and the lone star, in the vast mountains and forests, a figure flashed past like a pop, and came outside the ghost garden in an instant, and when they looked intently, they saw a child-like innocent figure The mischievous old monk, with white beard and white eyebrows, gleaming eyes, wearing a cassock, holding a purple gold bowl in his right hand, raised his head and looked at them strangely.

The two held hands and stared down at the old monk.

The old monk tilted his head and stared at them blinking.

Both of them shuddered at the same time.

The old monk laughed, and said happily, "Amitabha! My old man Zhong Nanshan Puji Temple Jue Kong, what do you call the two ghost hunters?"

Ghostbusters?The two of them felt cold again, Lancao Xin tried his best to think about the name Juekong, and suddenly remembered some legends about this name, pulled Situ Qing to jump down, and exclaimed: "You are the famous one!" Buddhist old urchin Jue Kong?"

Juekong, the old urchin of Puji Temple, is the younger brother of Master Jueren, the head of Puji Temple, the leader of Zhongnan Buddhism. He is a disciple raised by the head master at that time. And, the personality is naive, and there has been no growth in the human world outside of Buddhism for decades.When I am happy, I turn somersaults and run out to roam for ten or eight years. When I am unhappy, I pouted and I don’t know which corner to participate in the Zen of the [-]s, [-]s, and [-]s, not to mention being patient and keeping the rules. etiquette and socialization.Therefore, although his name is extremely famous, not many people have actually seen him.

Juekong heard Lan Caoxin call him that, his eyes lit up, he clapped his hands and laughed and said: "Old urchin? What a good name! I like it very much! I like it very much!"

Sweat dripped from the foreheads of the two of them, and before they could speak, Juekong had already joyfully pointed to the Yinluo umbrella hanging in the air, looking at the two of them with burning eyes, and said, "This is the precious Yinluo umbrella of Ren Xi's mischievous boy, isn't it?" ? Give it to me for fun, okay?"

Situ Qing was naturally inexplicable, and looked at Lancao Xin calmly, but Lancao Xin's head was full of noodles: "Master, this is an umbrella, but it's not from Ren Xi, a naughty boy. There is no one called Ren Xi, I borrowed this umbrella from my master Ren Chundao, and I cannot let you play with it."

Juekong opened his mouth wide, pointed at Lancaoxin and Yinluosan in surprise, as if he wanted to argue something, then suddenly shut his mouth, his eyeballs rolled around, and for a moment, as if he had thought of some brilliant idea, he stretched out his hand Suddenly pointing at the Yinluo umbrella: "Then I don't want an umbrella, I will help you save all the ghosts that were collected in the umbrella tonight, okay?"

Transcendence is naturally more civic than destruction, but...

Lancao stared blankly at the scene of the dharma and Taoism in the sky above the ghost garden, and was very worried about the one that turned eastward and westward, new and old, big and small The poor Umbrella will suddenly be reduced to fly ash!
The old monk's purple-gold bowl looks like a rice bowl... oh no, that's a rice bowl. The purple-gold rice bowl hangs upside down in the air, facing the blue grass heart's star beads not far away, at a 45-degree angle Downwards, it emits azure Buddha light, covering the yin and yang umbrella and the ghost garden together with the star beads.

(End of this chapter)