Supernatural: a Poor Monk Becomes Stronger when He Crosses a Ghost

There was no response from the door.

"There's no one in this house?" Nan Ling frowned, raised her hand and knocked on the door again.

Hong Yi nodded and said in a deep voice:

"Go to the next house to see. The poor monk doesn't believe that a village has lights on and no one. Even if it is a ghost village, there should be a ghost..."

Weird!

Along the way, not to mention people, not even a ghost, in every household, the doors are locked, and the lights are quietly lit in the house.

The two came to the dirt road in the village again, preparing to go to the next family.

At this moment, a piercing sound of firecrackers sounded from the middle of the village.

Then came a festive sound of gongs and drums.

"Amitabha!" Hong Yi listened for a while and said to Nan Ling:

"Why does the poor monk hear the voice so familiar?"

"Where have you heard it?"

"In ancient times, this trumpet was blown when you got married?" Nan Ling listened to it for a while, and said:

"A while ago, I remembered that in the TV series I was watching, it seemed that marriage in ancient times was like this. At that time..."

Hong Yi touched his bald head, feeling a little strange.

Reached out to check the time, it was 10 o'clock in the evening.

I have only heard of the funeral in the middle of the night, but have not heard of the wedding at night?

Besides, isn't this a widow's village?

"Amitabha!" After a moment of contemplation, Hong Yi stretched out his hand to pull Nan Ling and said:

"Let's go over and see...whether it's a human or a ghost!"

The place where the sound came from was not far, and the two arrived after walking for a few minutes.

After abducting a house.

The two looked at the scene in front of them for a while in a daze.

Hong Yi rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

Amitabha!

Isn't this a happy event?

Or the wrong tune?

There is a big black coffin in front of this family's door, and several old women beside the coffin are beating gongs and drums and playing joy?

Right between the two of them.

I saw an old lady dressed as a matchmaker, with a black turban on her head, an exaggerated red face painted on her face, and the black mole on the corner of her mouth was not known to be true or false.

With exaggerated strides.

He quickly came to Hong Yi's side.

Said with a smile:

"Yo...the two of you are here to attend Xiu'er's wedding banquet? Come inside, please..."

Chapter 192 Watching the poor monk show is over! (4 more!)

Chapter 192 Watching the poor monk show is over!

"Hongyi...are we really going in?" Nan Ling whispered after Hongyi.

Hong Yi lightly patted her hand on the cassock and whispered:

"Don't talk when you go in later, it's over to watch the poor monk show!"

Saying that, he gave her a look of reassurance.

The two followed the matchmaker to the door of the family's house.

I saw a black table next to the coffin, with a kerosene lamp on the table. Under the dim light, an old lady with silver hair was sitting at the table, holding a white brush in her hand, and in front of her a few Withered rice paper.

"You two... You need to salute to attend the wedding. I don't know what you need to give?" The old lady lowered her head and said in a hoarse and low voice.

Amitabha!

Dead people's weddings now have to give money to members?

Hong Yi silently put his hand into his pocket for a while, and then waved his hand.

"Snapped……"

A silver-white five-feet steel shovel slapped in front of the silver-haired old lady.

"Enough?"