Chapter 2798: boy

   Chapter 2798 Little Monk
   "It's...it's here!"
After the bald-headed pretty boy dragged the two dead bodies out of the car, the driver started the speeding car directly, without turning his head, he didn't dare to take a second look in the rearview mirror, and ran abruptly out of the supercar's starting point. sound waves.
  This is a cemetery in the suburbs of Huoyunnan... One-stop funeral service.
   The stove that burned the corpse was obviously not working at night, and the entire funeral home seemed extremely quiet at this time... The eaves were where the crows lived.
   "Amitabha."
Master    dragged two corpses with one hand and walked into the door of the funeral home... The security guard at the door was eating a lunch box for dinner when he was startled.
   "It's closed, please be early tomorrow!"
   "Donor, your yin is too heavy, let the little monk recite the single piece of Sister Guanyin's Heart Sutra for you."
  The security master was stunned, subconsciously chewing the rice meal in his mouth, and saw the bald handsome boy stretched out his hand and took out a large rectangular box from his robe, and placed it directly on the table.
   It seems to be an antique-grade video recorder... The kind that trendy men of a certain era like to carry on the street.
  da.
  The bald-headed pretty boy pressed the button, and then a Sanskrit music was released from the cassette.
  —[Nanwu, Nanwu, Nanwu, Nanwu…]
   "You..." The security master was not choked to death by a mouthful of white rice.
   "Donor, are you moved?" The bald-headed handsome boy folded his hands together, and there were crystal tears brewing in the corners of his eyes, "This is the demo of the brand new Guanyin Heart Sutra that the little monk has worked so hard to get from Sister Idea, and this is the only box!"
   "What's wrong with your bald head!" The uncle of the security couldn't help but slapped his chopsticks on the table, "Can you understand people's words? I said this place is closed, please be early tomorrow! If you don't leave, don't blame me for being rude!"
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  The bald-headed pretty boy took out a rolling pin directly from the cassock, and knocked it on the head of Uncle Security, knocking him out and knocking him out.
   "Listen slowly."
  The bald-headed pretty boy directly adjusted the video recorder's external sound to the maximum level, which seemed to be content, and continued to hold the two black and white on duty, looked at the location map, and walked to the cremation room.
  —[Nanwu, Nanwu, Nanwu, Nanwu…]
  In the dark corridor leading to the burning corpse, the sound of Sanskrit sound resounded like a dirge of hell.
  In the cremation room, in order to ensure the temperature of the furnace, the furnace will not go out... It was just that it was not turned on, but the bald handsome boy was skillfully opening the furnace at this time, and then placed the two wandering corpses in front of the furnace mouth.
If    is not thrown in, the master still has to recite the sutras.
   I saw that there was a spiritual gate scattered on the back of the bald handsome boy, and a string of golden scriptures began to emerge along with the bald handsome boy's singing.
   The entire funeral home seemed to be covered by aura... The sound of scriptures gradually drifted away.
  Suddenly, in front of the door of the funeral home, an old figure came...an old man-Uncle De, the administrator of the cemetery in the suburbs of Huoyunnan...the tomb guard.
  Uncle De was carrying a little girl who was gradually transparent.
   "I worked so hard... Dad..."
   "Don't be afraid, I'm here..." Uncle De's eyes flashed a gloomy look, "Come, listen to Daddy, go back to the tomb first, I'll be back with you soon."
   "I'm sorry, Dad...I, I really can't stand it." The little girl snorted painfully, and it turned into a puff of blue smoke, which quickly floated into a stone tablet halfway up the mountain in the cemetery's cemetery area.
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   In the lobby of the funeral home, Uncle De frowned... His finger pressed the recorder that made a harsh sound.
   He glanced at the security guard lying on the table, knowing that the person just passed out, his expression relaxed a little... This at least proves that the guy who invaded the cemetery did not kill innocent people indiscriminately.
   "It seems to have gone to the cremation room..." Uncle De couldn't help but wonder, "Who is it?"
   But soon, the doubts in my heart were answered.
   As the administrator of the cemetery, Uncle De is very familiar with the funeral home that is attached to the cemetery... It didn't take a few minutes for Uncle De to see a handsome bald boy who was reading scriptures.
  In the corpse cremation room, the stove that burned the corpse was burning vigorously, but the bald-headed pretty boy noticed someone approaching, so he stopped reading the scriptures and opened his eyes...bright.
   "No matter who you are, please don't sing this horrible thing again." Uncle De took a deep breath, "Not every soul wants to be saved."
"Where a person should go, the soul also has a place to go." The bald-headed handsome boy said softly at this time: "Donor, you are riddled with obstacles and have suffered enough of the world, don't you understand... You have to learn to let go. "
   "Who are you!" Uncle De was shocked.
  Because he discovered a terrible thing, that is, there were two guys lying on the ground, one black and one white. As a person who violated the taboo of the big league and raised little devils in private, Uncle De knew too well what this kind of clothing represented.
   The day-to-day wandering gods of [Ninth Prison]... Moreover, they are two wandering gods who have died of anger!
   How did they die?
   Killed by this bald monk?
   Does he come from the [Pure Land]...or is it just a wild monk who spontaneously cultivates in the alliance?
   "Little monk, three burials in the Jingtu Temple of the Eastern Land Datang." The bald handsome boy folded his hands together, "Donor, how do you think about it?"
  Uncle De subconsciously frowned, "What are you thinking about?"
"It's good to let the little monk help you to cleanse the evil and obstacles on your body." The bald-headed pretty boy's voice was particularly sincere, "People and ghosts have different paths, keeping it by your side will only consume the donor's yang energy and make you grow old. Go west early."
   "You killed them?" Uncle De asked with a gloomy and warm expression.
  The bald-headed pretty boy looked down at the two guys, one black and one white, shook his head lightly, and nodded lightly—just didn’t say anything.
"Hmph." Uncle De took a deep breath, "Since you dare to kill them, you should know their identities and what will happen next... Today, I can pretend that you don't know about your private entry into the cemetery. , but please leave quickly, I don't want to cause trouble."
   "Donor, you don't have long to live." The bald-headed handsome boy sighed, "You only have ten or eight years of vitality left, what can you do?"
   Uncle De's expression changed slightly... How could he not know that his body was getting worse day by day? But as long as you can keep your daughter's ghost by your side, what's the pity of those lost lives?
  Perhaps, this is the price of being able to transform Wenwen into a ghost cultivator.
   But using his life for the existence of his daughter, no one can shake his decision.
   "Please leave." Uncle De took a deep breath, "I repeat, not all souls are willing to be saved, and not all are willing to watch their relatives leave."
   "Donor, it's not advisable to be moved by yourself." The bald-headed pretty boy sighed.
   Uncle De suddenly sneered and said, "You don't have parents? Did you explode?"
   "Xiao Seng has no father or mother since he was a child, and was abandoned and drifted on the river." The bald-headed handsome boy shook his head, and then walked slowly towards Uncle De: "How can there be a double law in the world, benefactor... Let Xiao Seng help you."
  Uncle De instantly felt an unprecedented pressure... He didn't know the depth of this bald monk, but it was obviously beyond his understanding.
   As soon as he gritted his teeth, Uncle De made a certain decision in his heart.
   I saw him stretch out his hand and wipe it across his face. In an instant, a wolf-head mask had already covered his face, and Uncle De's aura instantly swelled wildly.
   "Such an evil thing." The bald handsome boy's eyes narrowed, "Great evil."
But Uncle De, who had put on the [Wolf God Mask] again, was exuding a terrifying hostility at this time... Hostility was the source of this mask's power, but since the last time he was attacked by the mysterious [ Tianshi] After Mr. Luo touched it, the mask's hostility had been cleared.
It's just that [Wolf God Mask], as one of the forbidden tools, seems to be the source of malice itself, and the emptied malice will breed again soon afterward - but as long as Uncle De doesn't use it often, it can keep him awake all the time. .
   But at this time, facing the mysterious bald monk, Uncle De had to put on this mask again, which brought him endless pain and regret.
  It was it that made his family collapse...but it was also it that gave him the power to protect his daughter.
   As if it was an ancient hungry wolf, roaring under the moonlit night, the air vibrated, and seeing Uncle De's shriveled body instantly filled up and became incomparably strong.
  Claw!
   turned into a sharp claw hand, and at this time, it swiped directly on the body of the bald handsome boy... With a wave of the bald handsome boy's arm, the sleeves of the cassock were swept away, but the sleeves were directly torn a few holes.
   "It's about to be patched again!" The bald-headed handsome boy sighed suddenly, "This is the only one for the little monk, and he is reluctant to wear it when he goes to dinner on weekdays... eh."
  Uncle Kede was already crazy at this time, his hands turned into giant claws, tearing constantly.
  The bald-headed pretty boy hurriedly turned his arms at this time, and the wide cassock sleeves circled in front of Uncle De, actually wrapping Uncle De's hands directly.
   "What?" Uncle De was shocked.
   "Three Views Correction Fist." The bald-headed handsome boy threw a punch directly, hitting the [Wolf God Mask].
boom-!
Uncle De flew out in an instant and smashed the wall... The [Wolf God Mask] was actually covered with cracks, which automatically fell from Uncle De's face, and then turned into a cloud of ash. Gas, got into Uncle De's body.
   He spit out, his eyes more terrified.
   "It was able to block Xiao Seng's three-view correction fist." The bald-headed handsome boy was slightly surprised, "Xiao Seng felt a familiar smell on it... Donor, let Xiao Seng take a closer look."
   After saying that, the bald handsome boy stepped on the soles of his feet, and he crossed the distance and came directly to Uncle De. "This kind of evil thing, don't you keep it."
   But seeing the bald handsome boy reaching out and grabbing his head, Uncle De was shocked.
   "Don't hurt my dad!"
A cloud of blue smoke emerged from the floor and turned into a little girl in a dress... The little girl's face was pale at this time, and a ghost cultivator's unique thought force instantly drove the objects in the cremation room, quickly . Hit the bald handsome boy.
   was just too weak, so the bald-headed pretty boy picked up the items one by one, and set them up, "Little benefactor, it's not right to throw things around, how can you do such a thing?"
   "Dad, let's go!" The little girl hurriedly helped Uncle De up, and at the same time, with the utmost strength, she broke a pillar and pressed it against the bald handsome boy.
  The bald-headed pretty boy caught it with one hand, looked at the little girl who was holding up Uncle De, and said coldly: "Little lady benefactor, if you continue to stay, you will kill him?"
   "What..." The little girl was startled, "Wenwen, Wenwen will kill... Dad?"
   "Wenwen, don't listen to this demon monk's nonsense!" Uncle De endured the pain and gritted his teeth: "He's a bad guy, he's here to break us up!"
  The bald-headed handsome boy said: "Little girl benefactor, didn't you realize that your father's breath is getting worse and worse, maybe he could have punched me three times before, but now it's at most two punches!"
   The little girl looked at Uncle De subconsciously.
   "Don't listen to him!" Uncle De's expression became anxious, his anger attacked his heart, and another mouthful of blood spurted out.
   "Dad! Daddy!" The little girl was anxious, her tears were spinning.
Uncle De wanted to say something, but at this time, he could only sit on the ground and start adjusting his breath... If this injury is not dealt with, he probably won't have to wait ten or eight years. He has to explain it here tonight... Internal injury, Extremely heavy!
  —[Nanwu, Nanwu, Nanwu, Nanwu…]
   But seeing the bald-headed handsome boy sitting cross-legged on the ground at this time, singing something, a flash of light changed from the back of his head, filling the entire space of the cremation room.
The    spiritual light shone, and the little girl fell to the ground in pain as if she was being burned.
  Uncle De instantly burst into tears and clenched his teeth, "No matter who you are... I will hunt you down to the ends of the earth!"
   He stood up angrily, ignoring the internal injuries on his body, and even summoned the broken mask again... The mask full of cracks needs more sources of power.
  The host is its best source of strength.
   "Wolf God!"
   A huge roar resounded.
  Uncle De seems to have completely transformed into an ancient giant wolf at this moment.
boom-!
  The bald-headed pretty boy sat still, but the rolling pin slipped out of his sleeve strangely, and hit Uncle De's mask strangely... Uncle De was knocked to the ground again, and the mask shattered again.
   But this time, regardless of Uncle De's summoning, [Wolf God Mask] had no response, as if it was in a deep sleep.
   "That's how it feels." The bald-headed pretty boy muttered to himself at this moment, "From Lord Luo Shi's house..."
   "Wenwen!"
   A shrill voice sounded.
  Uncle De collapsed to the ground, his palms weakly reaching out to the little girl not far away...I saw that the little girl's body was almost transparent, as if it was about to disappear.
   "Please, let her go! I thought you were a cow and a horse! You can do whatever you want... Please!"
   He could only smash his head to the floor fiercely... He slapped the bald handsome boy with blood-stained heads.
   "People..." The bald-headed handsome boy sighed, "It's always so ignorant."
  The bald-headed pretty boy slowly closed his eyes, and the scriptures he recited in his mouth turned into substance in a trance. Strings of golden scriptures entangled the little girl in an instant.
   "Dad, you have to take care of yourself... Wenwen, I'm leaving..."
"no-!!"
  The aura disappeared, and in the cremation room, only the light of the burning furnace was swaying.
  Everything is very quiet.
   "Wenwen..." Uncle De's eyes lost all luster in an instant, and stared blankly at the place where the aura disappeared, "Nothing...no more...nothing...give Wenwen back to me...give it back to me!!"
   He grabbed the floor with one hand, exerted strength, dragged his body, and crawled towards the bald pretty boy, all the way to the bald pretty boy, the hand grabbed the white cassock directly, "Give it back to me!!"
The    fist hit the bald pretty boy frantically.
   But the bald handsome boy didn't dodge, did not hide, let his fists bombard him, and didn't even do any protection... The fist hit the flesh, and a ray of blood was actually overflowing from the bald handsome boy's mouth at this time.
   "Give it back to me..." Gradually losing his strength, Uncle De lowered his hand and said angrily, "Kill me..."
   "Donor, are you hungry?" The bald-headed handsome boy suddenly asked, "The little monk has a steamed bun here."
   "Go away!" Uncle De roughly slapped the bald handsome boy's palm away.
  The steamed buns rolled on the ground.
Uncle De sat on the ground dumbfounded, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing, as if he was remembering his life, for a long time... Uncle De laughed again, he raised his palm, lucked out the last bit of strength, and went to his own Pat on the forehead.
   "Dad! Don't!"
   Uncle De's palm froze, and he opened his eyes incredulously, only to see an aura scattered down... The aura filled the ceiling of the cremation room, like white clouds and blue sky in the aura.
In the    aura, the little girl's body gradually converged... Finally, she had a solid body and slowly landed.
   "Wenwen...Wenwen!" Uncle De got up in disbelief, "I'm not... dreaming... not dreaming?"
   "Dad, don't hurt yourself." The little girl fell to the ground, and immediately grabbed Uncle De's palm, "I... I seem to be fine."
   "How could this be..." Uncle De opened his mouth, but subconsciously looked at the bald handsome boy.
"Ghost repair is not the right path after all. It's good to be a ghost and immortal if it harms others. After all, it's good to carry a fairy character, so the bottom line is not bad." Talking to himself.
   "You..." Uncle De shook his lips.
  The bald-headed pretty boy went to the place where the steamed bun fell, picked it up, blew it, wiped it, and then took a bite.
   He looked at Uncle De and said with a smile: "Next time, don't waste food, benefactor."
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  The crematorium was burning vigorously, and the bodies of the two wandering gods had already burned in the furnace until only ashes remained.
  Uncle De looked at the monk silently, many times he wanted to speak, but he stopped talking.
   "Although he has become a ghost fairy, it seems that this child can't leave this cemetery." The bald-headed handsome boy suddenly said: "The only person I know who can do this kind of thing seems to be Lord Luo Shi."
   "You...you know Luo Tianshi?" Uncle De said subconsciously.
  The bald-headed pretty boy said indifferently: "Donor, as long as you live long enough, you will definitely meet many, many people."
  Uncle De hesitated again... In the end, he chose to remain silent.
Luo Tianshi is the existence that Uncle De regards as a great benefactor, and it is he who gives Wenwen the opportunity to transform... As for the bald-headed handsome boy, it is to turn Wenwen into a ghost, a higher-level existence, more inclined to 【spirit】.
   Both are his great benefactors.
   "Master Three Burials, I won't tell you about the fact that you killed two wandering gods." Uncle De took a deep breath and said sternly: "Today, no one has been here before."
   "Don't worry too much." The bald-headed handsome boy said casually: "Form is emptiness and form, killing is not killing, not killing is killing, early death and early rebirth, Amitabha."
No matter how.
   Uncle De shook his head, he also planned to keep this secret.
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   Before leaving, the bald-headed handsome boy also took away the tape recorder in the lobby of the funeral home, saying that the cassette inside was a treasure and could not be lost.
Uncle De looked at the white shadow that was gradually disappearing into the night, quite melancholy... But the matter is not over yet, after all, two wandering gods died, he needs to clear all the clues before he can cover up this matter. .
   As for how to do it, Uncle De has his own way... After all, he had already used a forbidden technique before, and under the eyes of [Ninth Prison], Wenwen's soul was forcibly left behind.
   "Dad, Wenwen is hungry!"
   "Go, I'll go burn incense for you." Uncle De smiled slightly: "Let's burn thirty incense sticks tonight."
   "You're going to be fat!" The little girl stuck out her tongue.
  A flying locomotive slowly landed in front of the gate of the funeral home... A man stepped out of the car.
   Seeing this, Wenwen quickly disappeared.
  Uncle De frowned - he's in a very bad shape at the moment, any third- or fourth-rate guy can...
  —Could it be that the people from [Ninth Prison] came so quickly?
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   He took off his helmet, and a young man got off the flying locomotive. At this time, he looked around curiously, and then quickly walked towards Uncle De.
   Uncle De had a gloomy face.
Seeing the young man coming, he opened his mouth, as if he was frightened by Uncle De's face that refused to let people thousands of miles away, and said embarrassingly: "Hello, old man... Excuse me, is there a person named Lin Youde here? "
   Uncle De's face became more gloomy, and he said indifferently: "Who are you, and what are you looking for Lin Youde?"
   Youth said: "That's right, my name is Lin Feng, and my father's name is Lin Youfeng..."
   This youth is... Kobayashi SIR!
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   "...and an uncle?"
"It was many years ago." After lunch, Dad Lin suddenly called Lin's son into the study, and said earnestly: "Your Uncle Youde is a martial arts maniac. The family is ruined, and now I am alone in the cemetery in the southern suburbs."
  Lin Son: "Why have I never heard of you..."
  Lin's son suddenly remembered one thing, that is, in the era of the Wu clan, Daxian once asked him if he knew a person named [Lin Youde]... A name that can be mentioned by Daxian, this [Lin Youde] doesn't seem to be easy?
"Old things, I haven't mentioned them to you, because the more I don't mention them, the more I don't want to mention them." Dad Lin said, "Aren't you going to [Kunlun] soon? You have Uncle De when he was young. I have also wandered in [Kunlun], you go to meet him, say hello, maybe there is something to help you."
   "What kind of person is he?" Son Lin asked subconsciously.
   "A genius who once defeated [Kunlun] Holy Land Young Emperor when he was young!"
   (end of this chapter)