Chapter 407: Buddhism(14)

She was restrained by the ghost by the monk.
After a while, the task of killing Song Yu'er and Qin Wanwan should not be completed.
But it doesn't matter, two years at most.
When she reaches adulthood, she can burn this thing with Phoenix Real Fire.
In this world, Fu Yue didn't want her own little sweetness a little, and that fellow was cold and scum, so she didn't want to be hot on her cold ass.
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Just sat in the teahouse for a long time.
Sure enough, no matter where it is, the teahouse is the fastest place to get news.
Fu Yue also heard about the strange things that happened recently in this small town.
This is a small city isolated from the world. Although it is still bustling and lively, the news is blocked. People living here don't know that there are monks in the world.
This should be a pure land.
It's a pity that something very strange happened recently.
At night.
Every family in this city will keep their doors behind closed doors. Originally, the small town at night should be bustling and bustling, and there will not be a small number of vendors setting up stalls and visiting.
But this time.
As soon as the sun goes down.
Pedestrians on the street will immediately disappear without a trace.
Every house is closed.
Because there are ghosts.
Every night after the sun goes down, a ghost will knock on someone's door, and the next day, a person will die in the small town.
There was panic in the city.
Later, the common people discovered that as long as the door of the house is locked, ghosts cannot enter.
Therefore, as soon as the sun sets, the pedestrians in the city will disappear completely, and the doors of every house will be closed tightly.
Fu Yue thought this was a strange thing.
This small world is the plane of cultivating immortals, and logically speaking, there should be no ghosts. But if it wasn't a ghost, then who would it be, because of what kind of purpose, he was doing ghosts here.
This aroused her curiosity.
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The sun went down.
The last ray of sunlight struggled until it disappeared.
The dark night, gloomy silence, a pale moon, hung high in the sky.
The wind howled coldly, standing on the empty street, from time to time you could hear the rustle of leaves blowing in the wind.
The silence outside is terrible, as if the darkness is about to swallow everything, people dare not think about it, but can only look forward to the dawn.
Fu Yue stood at an alley.
She thought for a while, and she was just about to fly to the roof, but when she was carrying her capacity, she unexpectedly discovered that her spiritual power had disappeared somehow.
He heard the sound of footsteps not far away.
There is also a knock on the door.
Fu Yue knew that the so-called ghost had come.
Without spiritual power, Fu Yue was inexplicably confused by this ghost. Although he is not afraid of the sky, but after watching some horror movies in modern times.
Fu Yue discovered that she was really afraid of ghosts.
Seeing that the sound of footsteps was about to come, Fu Yue stepped back subconsciously.
Caught off guard.
A slender hand covered Fu Yue's lips, and then pulled her back, and the two hid in the alley together.
A strange fragrance came.
The familiar snow-colored clothes corner.
With her lips covered, Fu Yue turned her head and blinked her beautiful and innocent peach blossom eyes. She saw the monk in Xueyi who was covering her nose and mouth.
Fu Yue subconsciously opened her lips to say something.
Then, Fan Xiu shook his head, raised the free hand, put out a finger against his lips, and made a shush gesture. Begged her not to speak.
Fu Yue nodded obediently, then looked down at Fanxiu and motioned for him to put down his hand.