"Ha! Yang Ning, are you here?"
The old monk waved to Yang Ning awkwardly, trying to appear very familiar, but his feet involuntarily took two steps back.
He even accidentally stepped on Bai Chang, the incense owner who he said had the immortal tablet.
Yang Ning looked over and said with a smile: "Master Jueming, please stay away from my little devil. It likes to scratch people's hearts. Be careful of accidentally hurting you."
The old monk hesitated for a while, and while he was hesitating, click click click——
Waves of slight cracking sounds sounded from above the temple door of Chongwen Temple, and the temple name plaque with bloody handprints made an excruciating sound, as if it could burst at any time!
When the old monk saw him, he quickly held up his Zen staff and said, "I'll get out of the way, I'll get out of the way!"
It wasn't until he walked far away and the ring sound on the Zen staff disappeared that the ghost Jingyu next to him recovered from that painful state!
It immediately looked at Xia Tian, and after seeing that Xia Tian was smiling and unfazed, it looked at Bai Chang with a ferocious face on the ground, who was no longer human!
Xia Tian's ghost hand was placed on Bai Chang's back, and he asked Yang Ning with a smile: "Chengcheng, can I take it out?"
Yang Ning said casually: "If you like it, then keep it in there for a while."
"OK!"
Xia Tian turned to look at Gui Jingyu aside, and said with a smile on his face, "Mom, I caught it!"
At this time, the expression on Gui Jing Yu Gui's face became complicated. One moment he looked at the motionless Bai Chang lying on the ground full of resentment and extremely ferocious, and the other moment he looked at the smiling Xia Tian with a gentle face full of indescribable love and nostalgia.
puff!
A flame ignited from Yang Ning's fingertips. He flicked it casually, and the flame fell on the top of Gui Jingyu's head, sending up billowing white smoke!
In just a few seconds, although the ghost Jingyu still looked like a fierce ghost, the ferocious expression had disappeared, and the originally empty and numb eyes actually gave birth to a divine light like a living person!
She looked at Xia Tian, who was also in ghost form, with a look of shock in her eyes, and then rushed forward without saying anything: "Xiaotian!"
"Mom finally found you!"
Jing Yu hugged Xia Tian and cried bitterly. Over there, Yang Ning turned to look at the old monk, "Master Jueming, what a sad scene, isn't it?"
The old monk lowered his head, looked at the ground in front of him where raindrops kept falling, and said, "Yang Ning, can we, can we discuss it?"
"Seeing that your master and I are old acquaintances, can you give me some face?"
Jing Yu's painful voice came through the rain curtain, the plaque on the gate of Chongwen Temple clicked, and the scarlet bloody handprint became more and more eye-catching. Yang Ning did not speak.
The old monk raised his head tremblingly, "Baichang gave us more money for incense in the temple than all the other pilgrims combined."
"That year we were renovating the temple and had no money. Thanks to his help, the higher-ups approved it."
"He comes to offer the first incense in our temple every year on the first day of the Lunar New Year. I know he has done some bad things..."
Speaking of which, the old monk looked back at Jingyu, who was holding Xia Tian and crying. It seemed a little difficult to make a decision, but he still said: "Yang Ning, Bai Chang only has one soul left. He is destined to be unable to do bad things in the future. He can only He’s a living dead, how about you please let him go?”
"The dead are gone, why slaughter the living for the sake of the dead? Monks are compassionate. Yang Ning, I advise you to be kind."
Yang Ning: "..."
Without saying anything, Yang Ning took out his destiny book. He counted and found that he still had eleven good destiny.
Suddenly, Yang Ning's eyes began to wander back and forth on the old monk.
Bang!
At his feet, a bastard shell that appeared out of nowhere suddenly jumped.
The old monk laughed self-deprecatingly and said: "I am so old and my days are numbered. There is no need for you to waste your good fortune on me."
"You have exhausted all the abilities of that old madman, and they are even much better than him. If I hadn't known that my time was short, and you came to ask my temple to close its doors today, how could I have dared to come out to see this Bai Chang?"
"I was born in a monastery and have been chanting sutras and chanting Buddha's name all my life. Bai Chang and you have a bad relationship, but he and I have a good relationship."
"Yang Ning, I'm not advising you to be kind. Everyone I meet advises you to be kind."
"Today, just let him go. I, an old man in his nineties, beg you, okay?"
As he said that, the old monk arranged his robes and knelt down to Yang Ning on the spot.
He had only knelt down to his parents and Buddha in his life, and this was the first time he paid such a big tribute to a junior.
However......
Yang Ning frowned slightly and said quietly: "Master, what a big gift? You kneel down and want to save a life? Is it possible?"
"Today, even if your Buddha comes here in person, you can't save him!"
Click!
Behind Yang Ning, the plaque on the temple door cracked!
The old monk was in shock. He wanted to say more, but Yang Ning didn't want to hear it.
Turning to look at Xia Tian who was being held by her mother, Yang Ning smiled and said, "Kill him, now."
"Hehe, okay!"
Xia Tian chuckled softly, and gently grabbed Bai Chang's back with his little devilish hand. It seemed like he didn't catch anything, but as his hand picked up bit by bit, he suddenly pulled hard!
"whee!"
Xia Tian had a smile on his face. He turned his wrist over, and a beating heart with bleeding arteries appeared on the little ghost hand.
Jingyu, who had already settled down, looked at the heart in her son's hand in shock. At this moment, although she was a ghost, she looked more like a human!
However, after hearing Xia Tian's next words, the ferocious ghost that had disappeared appeared again with her dead face!
"Mom, this grandpa took this thing away from my body and replaced it with his son!"
"Ah, ahhh!!"
Jing Yu's face began to twist. She looked at the dead Bai Chang who had completely cooled down, and her eyes burst out with strong resentment and fierceness. She stood up and rushed towards him!
This time the fierce ghost bites and devours no longer the soul, but eats Bai Chang's flesh alive!
The reason why she ate Bai Chang's soul before was out of the evil ghost's instinct!
Now she eats Bai Chang's meat out of a mother's hatred for the enemy who killed her son!
It is human nature to want to eat its flesh raw!
"You kill my son, and I will make you pay for it with blood!"
"eye for eye!"
Listening to Jingyu Ligui's roar, Yang Ning silently glanced at the old monk beside him.
Bai Chang is dead, and the old monk is completely devastated.
He knelt on the ground in a daze, tears actually flowing out of his muddy old eyes.
When he looked at Yang Ning, the old monk's voice was filled with a hint of fear: "Is that kid using ghost powers?"
"You, you not only broke through the restrictions on refining the red-clothed ghost, but you can even develop ghost powers?!"
"What? What? Ghost powers?"
Yang Ning frowned and said: "A ghost hand that can pick up objects from the air is called a supernatural power? What about ghosts and supernatural powers? Master, your name is quite foreign, isn't it?"
Old monk: "..."
After letting out a long sigh and shaking his head silently, the old monk stood up very slowly and walked towards the temple bit by bit.
When he walked through the temple gate, the plaque above the temple door began to shake violently!
Yang Ning took a step forward. Outside the door, the shaky door plaque fell to the ground with a "snap" and fell into pieces.
Inside the door, the old monk's legs gave way and he fell to the ground, his eyes dull.
Yang Ning took out the destiny book and found that four of her good karma were missing.
Bai Chang's fate was worth one good fortune, and the old monk who continued to chant sutras and recite Buddha's name until he was ninety years old was worth three.
Yang Ning smiled slightly and sighed: "A senior monk who has chanted sutras and chanted Buddha's name all his life, in the final analysis, is just a life that can be taken away by three good deeds."
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