White Bone Monkey King

The moon is dark and the wind is high.

The wilderness world outside the tomb.

The patter--

There was still a slanting drizzle in the sky.

"This rain is really going to never stop."

A frost-haired old swordsman with a scarred face stood in front of a dug-out grave and wiped the rain off his face.

"You stinking Feng Shui guy, think of a way to get us back into the yin and yang world in the tomb bag."

"Master Jin'an is trapped inside alone. The enemy clearly wants to divide us and kill us."

"Although we have to trust Mr. Jin An's character, we are not afraid that men are all Liu Xiahui these days. We are afraid that the vixen is Daji who is too seductive to men."

Outside the dug grave, there was another middle-aged man standing. The middle-aged man was holding a chicken bone lantern in his hand.

Middle-aged men circle around the grave.

Frowning in thought.

The two people in front of him were none other than the Feng Shui master and the big old man whose spirits were possessed by the paper-tied man.

But no matter how they entered the tomb, no matter how big they dug the tomb, they could never find the Yuanyanglou Inn.

Behind the two of them, there was a scholar kneeling on the ground who was coughing and picking mud from his mouth. This scholar was saved by Jin An and was almost eaten clean by Ye Niang, who eats men without spitting out their bones. The scholar Ma Jingwen.

At this time, Ma Jingwen's whole body was covered in mud.

There was a lot of wet dirt stuck to the eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and hair.

It looked like it had just been dug out of a coffin, with pieces of mud dug out of its mouth.

The reason why the three of them appeared here must start from the night of flowers and candles in Jin'an's bridal chamber, when they were preparing to make a big fuss in the bridal chamber.

Mr. Feng Shui and the big old man watched Jin An and Ye Niang's wedding night. Seeing that Jin An and Ye Niang were preparing to "have a baby soon", they kicked open the door of the room and prepared to make a big fuss during the wedding. They demolished the house. When they visited the cannibal ghost inn, what they saw in front of them was not the bride and groom's bridal chamber as they imagined, but the three of them sealed in a tattered coffin.

By the time the two paper-pierced people dug up the soil from the grave and escaped, the scholar, who had an ordinary physique and almost suffocated to death in the coffin, had already eaten a lot of soil from the grave.

obviously.

The Ghost Inn said anything tonight to make Jin An and Ye Niang's wedding successful.

No one is allowed to ruin the relationship between Jin An and Ye Niang as a couple.

Just when the Feng Shui master was in front of the tomb, replacing flowers and trees, changing the local Feng Shui field, and re-entering the Yuanyanglou Inn, there was a strange movement in the distance under the rainy night.

Ma Jingwen, a scholar who had been kneeling on the ground coughing and digging at the mud in pain, also heard the noise and looked up in shock.

It was a funeral procession, probably about thirty people.

It is unusual to hold a funeral late at night.

Especially on this rainy and gloomy night.

It seems even more unusual.

"They are living people, not ghosts walking at night, but villagers living nearby." The big-headed old man looked at this group of strange funeral processions on a rainy night, his expression condensed.

Mr. Feng Shui also paused the Feng Shui arrangement at his feet. He looked at the soles of the feet of these funeral villagers: "The feet are down to earth and the heels are not rising. They are neither dead nor possessed by ghosts. Zhong Laosan, please pay attention." , protect this ordinary scholar, I am afraid that the person who came to the funeral on this rainy night is not good-natured."

The funeral procession was overjoyed when they saw three living people standing next to a cemetery at night. The villagers cheered in surprise: "The questioner didn't lie to us. The questioner really didn't lie to us. As long as we follow the east road During the funeral, you can see three people covered in dirt rising from the dead. Only these three living Bodhisattvas can save our whole village and our suffering children."

Plop!

Plop!

The villagers who were going out for funeral in sackcloth, regardless of the muddy water on the ground, actually knelt down and kowtowed to Mr. Feng Shui and the big-headed old man.

The banging of his head against the ground was not a lie.

"Please help the three living Bodhisattvas to save us. Please save the more than 100 people in our Sanshui Village, young and old!"

"Save us! Save us!"

"Please, Living Bodhisattva, save my child. My child is dying, and he is dying!"

"There is also my child. My child is dying. When I came out, he was lying on the bed crying and said he was in so much pain. He is so pitiful. Please save my child, too, Bodhisattva. !”

"My mother is dying too! Please ask the three living Bodhisattvas to come to our Sanshui Village to save everyone. On behalf of the more than 100 people in our Sanshui Village, I kowtow to the three living Bodhisattvas! The questioner said that everyone can only live. If you don’t survive one night, there will be no chance of salvation!”

…

The villagers fell to their knees and cried, begging for help.

all of a sudden.

Two difficult questions lie before us.

Are they the whole people of Sanshui Village who went to Sanshui Village with these villagers to save more lives?

Or should he stay and continue to save Jin An, who is trapped alone?

This group of antique dealers has very vicious intentions. They have always been good at exploiting the weaknesses of people's hearts and using their good thoughts as bait to play with the kindness of human nature.

…

…

The moon is dark and the wind is high.

The wilderness world outside the tomb.

The patter--

There was still a slanting drizzle in the sky.

There is a grave that has been dug up by the roadside.

The moonlight above the head is shrouded by dark clouds, just like the human heart is covered with a layer of haze. Without the stars and moonlight as a reference, the meaning of time is lost. This dark world has been silent for an unknown period of time, and only the sound of rain is left...

suddenly!

From the dug grave, the sound of horses neighing could be heard. Several horses pulling carriages jumped out of the grave pit, frightened and rushed into the rainy night. After a while, they disappeared.

And just as those horses rushed into the rainy night, one after another human hands covered with mud grabbed the soil and struggled to crawl out of the dug graves. It was rain mixed with mud all over their bodies. people.

A total of about ten people crawled out of the cemetery in embarrassment.

They collapsed on the ground and breathed heavily, with the surprise of the rest of their lives and the shock of fear.

Suddenly, there was a thin and frail man. He seemed to have thought of something. He was digging in the dirt in the grave like crazy. He shouted anxiously to his wife, wife, where are you? He knelt in the grave and cried over and over again. , digging the soil with both hands, his fingernails being dug and cracked by the hard stones in the soil, not caring, until he dug out a bloated and fat woman who was dying from the grave, with breath still in her nose, he collapsed on the ground, that Zhang's face, covered with dirt, showed his first smile in this bizarre night.

That is the laughter of a redeemed soul.

The thin man's smile turned into a cry with his head thrown back. The mud on his face was washed away by the hot tears rolling out of his eyes, revealing a pair of bright eyes that were "as clear as washing".

These ten or so people were the thin man surnamed Huang who escaped from the Man-eating Inn Yuanyanglou Inn. They were the father and son, the mother and daughter from a wealthy family, the thin man surnamed Huang and the man who had just been rescued by him. Shrew.

As well as several guards protecting the mother and daughter.

When everyone worked together to lift the bloated and obese woman weighing more than 200 kilograms to the ground, everyone remembered that they were able to escape from the ghost inn tonight only because the master Li Gongzi came to rescue them. , began to be grateful for finding Mr. Li who saved their lives.

However.

They did not find Mr. Li.

At this moment, the great benefactor these people were looking for, Mr. Li, was floating transparently in the sky looking at them.

His transparent body floated higher and higher.

Looking at the dozen or so people below who were helping each other and escaping, a smile of relief appeared on their faces.

It is not easy for a good person to live in this world.

Good thoughts should have good consequences.

As for those murderers whose hands are full of blood, who commit adultery and plunder, let them go to the eighteen levels of hell, and repent in the tongue pulling hell, scissors hell, iron tree hell...

Good people have to go through ninety-nine and eighty-one hardships to become a Buddha, while evil people only need to put down the butcher's knife to become a Buddha?

This in itself is the greatest injustice to good people who have done good deeds and accumulated good deeds.

Evil is evil.

Killing people to repay debts and repaying debts has been a matter of course since ancient times.

Jin'an was no longer possessed by Zhizhao, so the living person could not see him wandering at night. He killed Feitou Man and Wu Ba, and burned down the Yuanyanglou Inn before they finally escaped. It is independent of the barrier world between Yin and Yang.

Jin An was flying into the air at this time, secretly taking note of the location of the tomb in front of him. He planned to wait until dawn tomorrow, and after the soul returned to its shell, he would come over in body to dig for treasures.

Let's see if we can bring out the several underworld weapons that were knocked down by Luobao Money.

Save the resentful spirits in the underworld.

Yin virtue or not is secondary.

To save the resentful spirits and restore peace to the world, and to accumulate good deeds and virtues is the simple essence of his Jin'an. Supreme Taiyi saves the suffering Tianzun...

Thanks to the Liuding Liujia talisman on Jin An's body that has been sealed four times, his soul can fly higher and see further in the dark world.

He noticed at the first glance that something was wrong with the world under his feet. The world had been changed to Feng Shui. Jin An was surprised. It seemed that Mr. Feng Shui and the big old man had also come out.

At this moment, there was movement on the horizon in the distance, and a group of about 30 funeral villagers approached them.

These people are not dead.

It's not that the heels of the upper body were lifted off the ground.

Jin'an Yuanshen took a photo.

These people are all living people.

This group of villagers who went to the funeral on a rainy night were overjoyed when they saw the dozen or so people standing beside the grave. The villagers cheered in surprise: "The interrogator did not lie to us. The interrogator did not lie to us. As long as we As you follow the funeral procession to the east, you can see eleven people covered in dirt rising from the dead. Only these eleven living Bodhisattvas can save our whole village and our suffering children."

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"The skills of these antique dealers are indeed not simple."

"One painting and nine revelations?"

Jin An looked at the strange group of villagers at the funeral below on a rainy night, and then looked at the modified Feng Shui bureau nearby, where there was a reminder left for him by Mr. Feng Shui——

One painting and nine revelations!

What is one painting and nine revelations?

Jin An had heard of a very clever art of counterfeiting antique calligraphy and paintings. Even experienced antique dealers would have difficulty distinguishing the authenticity of this calligraphy and painting.

Because this calligraphy and painting was peeled off from the original calligraphy and painting, it was originally genuine.

But it's obviously fake.

It is said that calligraphy masters, because of their deep and thick strokes, do not use ordinary rice paper for painting, but special rice paper that has been specially selected and thickened in several layers.

This kind of rice paper is thick, not easily damaged, and is treated with special materials. It can withstand the passage of time, and it also helps prevent the ink from spreading and turning the painting into waste.

It is said that the most powerful unveiling of a painting is to peel off nine layers of rice paper from an authentic calligraphy and painting and sell them nine times.