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The monk was doing his homework and reciting scriptures. Although he didn't knock wooden fish or burn incense, when he lowered his mind to worship the Buddha, that kind of charm naturally came out;

It is said that it is worshiping the Buddha, but in fact it is better to say that it is sorting out one's own state of mind. This can also be regarded as a kind of practice, and it must not be regarded as a waste of time.

Recently, every time he opened his eyes after finishing his homework, the monk could always see the little guy dozing next to him.

For ordinary people, the scene of the eminent monk worshiping the Buddha is rare, but for this little guy, it is the best lullaby. A smile appeared on the corner of the monk's mouth. He was indeed very fond of this child who was as innocent as a blank sheet of paper. Have a good impression.

After picking up the little guy and putting him on the bed to continue his nap, the monk walked out of the room and prepared to make a pot of tea.

"Qilu, look at your phone." Gyatso walked out of the room at this time. Seeing that the monk was still getting tea, he knew that he was not looking at his phone.

"Is something wrong?" The monk stopped what he was doing.

"Dabai is back. He is outside. He said he encountered something interesting and wanted us to go and watch it together."

The monk nodded, his expression looking a little helpless.

"Amitabha, what is supposed to come will always come."

"Do I need to tell him directly?" Gyatso asked.

"No need, the poor monk himself can't see through Dabai's destiny. You also know his life experience. He is a combination of contradictions. Therefore, he himself is a variable. If you don't tell him now, that matter may still be there. There is room for change, and there may even be a possibility of success. If you tell him now, then the poor monk feels that the possibility of failure will be very high."

"I think Dabai should have the right to know." Gyatso nodded. Although he agreed with the monk's statement, he obviously didn't fully agree with it.

The monk put his hand on Gyatso's shoulder and said seriously, "If Dabai knew that he had just come back from the story world and had just gotten off the plane, and was being plotted, what do you think his reaction would be?"

Looking around, the monk's eyes lingered in the living room, "By then, friendships and relationships may not matter to Dabai."

"What a headache." Gyatso took out a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator and took a sip. "Qilv, do you think it can be successful?"

"Let's not talk about success, at least make sure not to fail, otherwise..." At this point, the monk shook his head, obviously not very optimistic about the current situation.

Jixiang was still at home, so the two of them left Lao Fang's house and walked outside. After walking a few steps, they saw Fatty's car parked at the door of a residential house. Su Bai was leaning on the car door smoking a cigarette, and Fatty was thinking about it. The gods were arranging the formations.

"Fat man." Gyatso opened his mouth to say something, but the monk stepped in front of the fat man. This step interrupted the fat man's opportunity to set up the formation.

Among the four, the monk and the fat man were the two who were good at formations. Therefore, the monk was able to interrupt the rhythm of the fat man's formation in the least obvious way.

"Fuck, monk, you're so stupid, I've almost finished setting it up."

Obviously, the fat man saw the monk's deliberateness just now.

"What's going on?" the monk asked.

Su Bai frowned. He noticed that the monk and Gyatso seemed to know something. Could it be that the experiment the fat man mentioned was done by the monk and Gyatso?

But that's impossible. If it was the monk and Gyatso who did it, they wouldn't be stupid enough to bring it to the door of their house and let themselves and the fat man bump into each other. It's even less likely that they would be so big-hearted as to let themselves and the fat man collide. Become a part of this experiment, because this is not in line with the level of the monk and Gyatso. Both of them are very smart and sinister characters, and it is impossible to play with fire like this.

The fat man told the whole story, while Su Bai continued to smoke, but kept paying attention to the reactions of the monk and Gyatso. However, after losing the intention to interrupt the fat man's arrangement of the formation, Su Bai Bai really couldn't tell anything from the faces of these two foxes, and the level of the monk and Gyatso was not that high.

"Then we can go in and take a look first, or leave it alone." The monk said these two suggestions, but on the other hand, he denied the fat man's intention of directly setting up a formation outside to refine the female ghost to death.

"That's so boring." The fat man looked a little dissatisfied, "Why should we give him face if he doesn't give us face? So what if he is a high-level listener? We can slay demons and defend the law and do justice for heaven, but he can still win Are you going to take revenge on us for this?"

The fat man stared into the monk's eyes as he spoke. It seemed that not only Su Bai had noticed something strange about the monk before, but also the fat man.

This is an opportunity for the fat man to tell the truth to the monk, because maybe the fat man is also worried in his heart. Is this a trick played by the monk himself?

But the monk seemed a little helpless, but he still insisted, "Anyway, the poor monk still thinks that we should go and check the situation first."

Gyatso stood next to Su Bai at this time and watched the monk communicating with the fat man.

"How did you feel about the last story world?" Gyatso asked Su Bai.

"It's okay. Regarding the story world, I'll go back and tell you later. Do you know anything?" Su Bai asked Gyatso.

In fact, Su Bai doesn't like the current situation very much. Even if you, the monk, caused this situation, just admit it directly. You said you were studying cause and effect, you said you were doing experiments, how could you and the fat man still do it on purpose? Be right with you? Are you going to fall out with your monk for the lives of a few unrelated ordinary people?

Su Bai thought that he had not yet reached that level of philanthropy.

But the monk's current behavior and words clearly had Gu Zuoyan's intention behind them, and he must have some knowledge of this matter.

"Monk, tell me the truth, was this done by someone you know?"

The fat man has now figured it out. This matter should not be the work of the monk. First of all, although the monk is full of conspiracy, he is not serious about killing people in the real world. This is not hypocrisy, but a kind of self-discipline of the monk. Then Even if he did it, he could still tell the truth, but the monk's current attitude made Fatty a little suspicious. Did the monk know who did it, so he helped that person cover up?

"Let's go in and have a look." The monk didn't plan to say anything else. In fact, he had always been disgusted with this matter. This may be a kind of mental mysophobia of the monk.

The iron door was unlocked, so the monk pushed it open. There were many pots of meat inside.

Su Bai, Fatty, and Gyatso naturally followed the monk in. The aura of the female ghost was still there. She was still in the house, and she should be on the second floor, because on the second floor, all four of them sensed the aura. A cold breath, and this breath is constantly changing.

A lot of information can be obtained from the breath. The changes in the breath at this time indicate that the female ghost's emotions are in a state of extreme fluctuation.

The monk still walked in the front, Gyatso walked in the back, and in the middle were Su Bai and the fat man.

The four of them went up the stairs together. In the master bedroom room, the Yin Qi was the strongest.

The monk clasped his hands together and recited Amitabha, seeming to be struggling.

Gyatso sighed deeply, but it was better than the monk. After all, Gyatso, the Buddha, had different rules and disciplines and the environment in which he grew up. He was more casual. In other words, he was more casual. Be more spicy.

As for the monk, in the story world and the real world, he can plot against the audience at will, and he can also trick people to death in the story world, but in the real world, he really can't accept it when he sees an ordinary person die in vain. , most of the audience actually regard the real world as their spiritual home.

The monk didn't leave, but Su Bai walked over and opened the door. He saw the female ghost standing by the wall, and a woman in pajamas had just tied the rope and seemed to be ready to hang herself.

The female ghost saw Su Bai, but her attention was still on the woman who was about to put a noose around her neck. Her resentment was boiling. As long as this woman died, the female ghost would be freed. Because her great revenge has been avenged, she can return to dust and return to earth.

Now, the four people were standing by the door, looking at the scene in front of them.

The monk is still struggling,

Gyatso was still hesitating.

Su Bai looked on with cold eyes.

The first one who couldn't help it was the fat man.

"Suffer it, suffer it. Such a tender girl, you three are so cold-blooded. No matter what the character design is, you can really watch such a tender girl hang herself to death?"

The fat man pushed past Su Bai and the monk and walked in. A piece of talisman was thrown out of his palm and hit the female ghost. The female ghost let out a shrill scream and was immediately shaken. Then the fat man kicked the chair over. The woman fell down and passed out on the ground, but her life was not in danger.

The monk and Gyatso looked at each other, as if they were not expecting this result.

Su Bai, on the other hand, walked in calmly, like a tourist.

"Okay, Fatty, this time you let me see another side of you besides sex."

The fat man picked up the woman and threw her on the bed. He didn't do anything to the woman, but looked at the monk strangely.

"Monk, you don't want to save me? Are you not that cowardly? Are you afraid of offending the big shot doing the experiment?"

The monk pursed his lips and did not answer.

Su Bai yawned, walked to the window sill, and opened the curtains. Suddenly, he found a talisman stuck on a hidden position on the curtains. Su Bai's face suddenly became serious. He looked at it. This talisman, and then looked at the talisman that the fat man had just beaten the female ghost and dropped on the ground.

"Fat man..." Su Bai said calmly.

"What's wrong, Dabai?" The fat man looked at Su Bai with some confusion.

"What's wrong?"

Su Bai stepped forward and kicked the fat man in the lower abdomen. The fat man flew backwards, denting the wall. Then he held his stomach and looked at Su Bai in confusion. A wisp of blood came from the fat man. The corners of his mouth overflowed.

"Fuck, are you sick?"