"Help! Ghost!"
After Xu Yaochen screamed in surprise, he collapsed on the ground and fainted.
Yi Ning shook his head helplessly, and then covered the scholar with a quilt to prevent him from catching cold.
After doing this, he calmly looked towards the door.
At this time, the wooden door of the main hall made an unpleasant "chirp" sound and was slowly opened by a hand.
In Yi Ning's field of vision, a man wearing cotton clothes, who looked the same as an ordinary person except for the lack of blood, was standing at the door.
The man's face was expressionless. He first looked at the scholar lying on the ground, and then looked at Yi Ning.
It was only then that the expression of the enemy changed.
I saw the enemy imitating Confucian etiquette and bowing his hands to Yi Ning, but his posture was a bit awkward.
"The two dogs, the lonely ghosts and wild ghosts, pay their respects to the immortal master."
Yi Ning was not as scared as the scholar. That night he traveled around on behalf of Tiandao, and his horizons had broadened.
"My name is Yi Ning. I am just a mortal. If you are looking for an immortal master, you must have found the wrong person." Yi Ning returned the greeting.
"It can't be wrong."
Wang Ergou's face became paler, "Since the immortal master entered this deserted temple, the Yin energy in the temple has been evaporating. And I have observed that no filthy things can get close to you. You must be the immortal master, and you have magic power." The very tall kind.”
Yi Ning raised his eyebrows. He really didn't notice the phenomenon the other party mentioned.
When evil spirits dissipate, will filth not invade?
I guess it was the benefit gained from the transaction with this world that night.
Wang Ergou continued: "The wild ghost Wang Ergou has an unresolved obsession, and I beg the immortal master for help."
Yi Ning: "If I were really an immortal master, wouldn't you be afraid of me killing demons?"
"From the attitude of the immortal master towards the scholar, we can see that you are not a pedantic person."
There was black smoke floating on Wang Ergou's body, and he continued, "Moreover, lonely wild ghosts will not be tolerated by heaven and earth after all. I don't have much time left. If I don't gamble this time, I'm afraid my soul will be gone and I won't be able to meet you." Such a person."
After saying this, the enemy looked like he could live or die at his own discretion.
Although Yi Ning has the desire to help the world and save people, he is not a good person and will help with anything.
After thinking for a moment, he said, "Tell me first, what do you want me to help you with?"
The immortal master did not refuse directly, which made Wang Ergou feel happy and quickly told him what he was obsessed with.
"Here's the thing..."
...
Outside the deserted temple.
In the dead of night, a cold moon hung in the dark night, and the moonlight shone down, illuminating the two people on the path in a particularly three-dimensional way.
It's a pity that there is only one shadow between the two of them.
"Master Immortal, you have great magic power, please don't hurt her." Wang Ergou instructed while leading the way.
"Okay, you've said it three times." Yi Ning shook his head helplessly.
It turns out that Wang Ergou's obsession is related to another ghost.
That was a female ghost, a resentful ghost.
The pronunciations of "resentment" and "injustice" are very similar, but the ghosts of resentment are not as easy to get along with as the ghosts of injustice.
Most resentful ghosts are the incarnations of people who died due to injustice. They were full of resentment before death and had no burial place after death. After absorbing the yin energy, they became something more cruel than rational.
The name of this resentful ghost is Chen Cai'er, who is from the same hometown as Wang Ergou.
During his lifetime, Wang Ergou had always been fond of Cai'er. He would go to the girl's home every day and take good care of her, hoping to impress her.
Cai'er was also very grateful, but she still kept waiting for her childhood sweetheart, the young master, to come back. Her young master had joined the army.
The young master said that he would definitely come back and marry her.
One night many years later, Wang Ergou came to Cai'er drunk and told her that the young master she longed for would never come back and he would probably die in battle long ago.
The girl cried bitterly. Cai'er didn't dare to think about why there was no news from the sweetheart she had been waiting for for so many years.
Wang Ergou was talking to himself, holding the girl's hand and expressing his thoughts frantically. Cai'er resisted desperately and slapped Wang Ergou hard in desperation.
Looking at Cai'er's pear-shaped face, Wang Ergou was still reluctant to leave, so he turned around and stumbled away.
At this time, the village was noisy, but the young master who had been fighting for many years returned home. The young master had become a general and came to marry his childhood sweetheart, Cai'er.
When the general came to Cai'er's house, he saw the shoes at the door and Wang Ergou wearing only one shoe in the distance.
He hurried into the house and saw Cai'er sitting on the ground again, with tears on her face.
The general's eyes suddenly turned red and he drew his sword to kill Wang Ergou, but the girl stopped him.
The general laughed for a moment.
Laughing at the girl who supported him and returned alive from the Shura battlefield, the girl he longed for betrayed him.
He smiled horribly, roared and asked Cai'er why?
Cai'er couldn't stop crying but couldn't answer her words. She was happy but bitter in her heart.
The young master is back! Back alive!
But how should he explain himself now so that he would believe that he was still innocent?
The general pushed Cai'er away and slammed the door, but Cai'er sat on the ground and burst into tears when she saw Xi Fu beside her.
She touched the bright red wedding dress with trembling hands and stood up to dress herself. The bride in the mirror was really beautiful, but she was not worthy of the general.
At the end of the story, there is the general who left in anger, Wang Ergou who died under the general's sword, and...
And the bright red figure hanging on a crooked tree with a red rope.
"In front is the Earth Temple."
Wang Ergou quickened his pace and pointed at the small temple not far away.
Yi Ning nodded slightly and also quickened his pace.
Wang Ergou's obsession is simple.
He did not regret his death, but felt sorry for Cai'er who was implicated by him and became a resentful ghost.
Wang Ergou wanted Yi Ning to cast a spell and use the essence of the ghost he had wronged to clear up Cai'er's ghost.
Yi Ning naturally doesn't know how to cast spells.
When Wang Ergou saw that Yi Ning did not agree, he thought that the immortal master was afraid that the lonely ghost would dirty his hands.
So he changed his plan and hoped that Yi Ning would order the land as an immortal master and let the land do the work.
So, they started to visit Tutu Temple at night.
"Master Yi Xian, in front of you is the Earth God's throne. I can't get close to it, so I can only wait for you outside." Wang Ergou bowed to Yi Ning again.
"I'll give it a try." Yi Ning nodded, holding three incense sticks, and walked towards the Earth Temple.
When he said give it a try, it wasn't because he was being modest, but because Yi Ning really didn't know what to do.
At this time, he used the method of inner vision to explore the world inside his body.
In the small world between the eyebrows, the pond of merit is still dry, and a six-leaf bud is swaying from side to side.
The only difference from before is that there is a pool of colorful divine water in a pothole where there was no water before.
This was obtained after bidding farewell to the Li brothers that day.
Originally, Yi Ning inferred that doing good deeds would bring merit to the pool. As a result, he had done many good deeds in recent days, but the pool water did not increase.
Therefore, Yi Ning still doesn't understand how to increase the water in the pool.
And these remaining colorful pool waters are Yi Ning's confidence.
I think even the heaven would be greedy for the power of merit, and the land should also like it.
