Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

As soon as the old monk saw Rong Shen coming, he stood up, bent towards him and read a Buddhist name: "Amitabha, benefactor Rong, you are here at last."

With that, the old monk looked at Gu Long and asked, "who is this benefactor?"

"Gulong." Gu Long answers the old monk before Rong Shen.

The old monk nodded and called out: "benefactor Gu."

Gulong grinned and said nothing.

Rong Shen sat down opposite the old monk's original position. She put her hand on the stone table and nodded on it. She drooped her eyes and said, "do you think about it?"

"Amitabha, I have already thought about it." The old monk put his hands together and waved to the little monk. The little monk nodded and turned to the house behind him.

After a while, little monk came out with a pile of things in his arms.

"Let's go." The old monk stood up and took the lead in following the little monk who was holding things to the front of the Buddhist hall.

Standing at the gate of the Buddhist hall, Gu Long stops and looks at Rong Shen uncertainly.

"Are you sure you want to go in?"

Although the temple is old and dilapidated, and it seems that there has been no incense for a long time due to the war in Yuancheng, it is a Buddhist hall in which the Buddha is worshipped. Gu Long is still afraid of this existence.

"You stand outside." Rong Shen didn't even look at Gu Long. He followed the old monk into the Buddhist hall. Little monk put down his things and went to the door. After chanting the Buddha's name to Gu Long, he closed the door of the Buddhist hall.

Little Shami went back, took out all the things he had brought in, put them in front of the Buddha, and then turned around and went out.

The old monk went to burn incense.

"Who is the man Shi is looking for?" The old monk looked at Rong Shen and asked.

Rong Shen originally looked up at the Buddha statue above. As a ghost, she could walk in here and face the Buddha statue, but she didn't feel any discomfort. She just felt a little pity from the eyebrows of the Buddha statue.

Hearing the old monk's question, she drew back her eyes and said in a low voice, "living soul, a wisp of living soul. His name is Cheng Xiu. He's right beside me."

"How does the benefactor know he's around you?" Asked the old monk.

Let deep lip Cape slightly Yang Yang, way: "have seen, nature knew."

The old monk was surprised in his eyes, but he didn't ask any more, just said: "benefactor, please sit down and think about the person you are looking for. I'll have a try."

Rongshen Yiyan sits cross legged on the futon in front of the Buddha statue. She slightly closes her eyes. What comes to mind is Cheng Xiu, whom she saw last time in her memory.

The young monk in black.

Rong Shen agreed that Cheng Xiu would come to the border with him, not only because he had planned to leave Buzhou City, but also because there was a man in Yuan City.

This is the old monk in front of him. Rongshen heard from the ghost that the old monk can find a soul, so Rongshen came to find Cheng Xiu's soul.

She has been looking for him for six years, but she has no idea. She knows Cheng Xiu is near her, but she has no idea where he is. She can distinguish dead souls, but she can't feel living ones.

That's why Rong Shen came here for a try.

She had been here once yesterday, but the old monk didn't agree. Rong Shen asked the old monk to think about it for a day on the condition of a relic. Today she came again.

The old monk obviously agreed.

When he opened his eyes again, the old monk was sitting on the opposite side of Rongshen. His face was pale and his lips were colorless. The little monk, who didn't know when to come in, knelt down beside the old monk and reached out to support him, with a worried look on his face.