Chapter 13 Pretling to be a ghost

Mr. Mingyue looked at the bodies of people in black on the ground and more than a dozen men who were still sleeping soundly with sweat medicine, and frowned slightly and said, "Let's pretend to be ghosts. What should we do with these drunks?"

Landiewu hated the two drunks who looked at herself and her sister maliciously. She couldn't wait to dig out their eyes and said angrily, "Regard them, let them suffer a little in the ice and snow. I don't think they are good." Dark night Liuxiang also said, "Well, I saved their lives in vain. Seeing that the drunken rough man looked disgusting. Go!"

Mingyue smiled and said, "Xiangmei, you still pretend to be your female ghost and enter through the front door of the inn. We will cooperate with you behind his back and play a good trick to open a black shop."

Cai Huan'er said, "Brother is a master of Yirong. Wouldn't it be more fun to make us up?"

Mingyue nodded and took out a few masks for the butterfly dance and colorful rings to choose at will.

Liuxiang stared at the bright moon in the dark night, chose a pale white impermanence mask, spread it on his face, and dragged off his long fake tongue. He felt very funny, but he said coldly to the bright moon, "Hey, what's your name? Can you cure your hand injury? I use chronic poison.

Mr. Mingyue smiled with a mask that looked like a laughing doll: "My name is Xian Caojun. Since it's chronic, it doesn't matter. I don't appreciate it when you detoxify me now!"

The night Liuxiang snorted, spread his hair, and the white shadow swayed leisurely to the Yang's inn.

The orchid butterfly dance also chose a jade-faced Guanyin's face. The colorful ring chose a mask like a clown jumping on the stage, spread it on his face and grinned, "Isn't it interesting? Let's chase it!"

Mr. Mingyue also smiled and said, "I have a few more sleeves to change my face at any time."

The three followed Liuxiang in the dark night, and the bright moon screamed like a ghost smile. The dark night Liuxiang turned his head. Mr. Mingyue took off a black face and changed his long sleeves. The dark night Liuxiang was angry and funny. Finally, he said coldly, "Change your black face, do you think you are the Lord of the Kitchen?"

Mr. Mingyue smiled and said, "This is called a black-faced judge, which just cares about your impermanence."

Liuxiang snorted in the dark night and didn't answer, and several ups and downs arrived in front of Yang's inn.

The end of this long street is already deserted, as if it is dark tonight, and there is no one there.

The dark night Liuxiang smashed the door hard, and Mr. Mingyue waved his hand, and the orchid butterfly dance and colorful rings retreated in the dark.

I only heard the black shopkeeper of Yang's inn say, "I'm coming."

The door creaked and opened, and the storekeeper lowered his head and said indifferently as usual: "Do you want to stay in the hotel or at the top?"

The shopkeeper looked up and suddenly saw his long hair standing in front of him, spitting out his impermanence of his tongue, and fell down in fear.

The orchid butterfly dance and the color ring almost laughed out in the dark. The bright moon left incense behind the dark night and chattered: "I want the best room, the best wine."

The shopkeeper rushed to the backyard. The butterfly dance and the colorful ring jumped over the roof and blocked the door of the backyard first. The shopkeeper opened the backyard door and was about to rush out. Suddenly, he saw a clown standing in front of him, pretending to be a grimace, but next to him was a strange blue Guanyin, and his legs could not help sitting on the ground.

The four couldn't help laughing in unison. Mr. Mingyue paced over, kicked the store fiercely, and sneered, "I'll ask, you answer one, or it will kill you."

The shopkeeper looked at Mr. Mingyue's dark face and hurriedly knelt down and begged for mercy and said, "I don't know where the Holy One is coming. Grandpas, spare my life. Grandpas spare my life. The villain is a shopkeeper."

Mingyue was stunned. She thought that the store was the mastermind here and led the group of people in black, but it turned out to be so cowardly. Mr. Mingyue sneered: "What's wrong with those people in black? Who is your chief envoy?"

The store was surrounded by four grimace faces and didn't realize what was going on. He begged for mercy with a bitter face and said, "I'm a good family. They asked me to do it. I'm only responsible for informing the news. In fact, they forced me."

Liu Xiangqi said in the dark, "Who are they? The man in black?"

When the store saw Bai Wuchang's words, he hurriedly said, "Hmm! According to this, there is a big temple ten miles away. The people in black are all monks in the temple. They are all ordered by the abbot to do this business with the villain.

Mingyue shouted, "Is the dark hole in the barren grave behind the tunnel leading to the temple?"

"Exact."

Landie said coldly, "Okay, take us away."

The color ring also said, "If you want to escape, break your legs first!"

The store said hurriedly, "I dare not! The villain dares not, the villain will lead the way!"

The shopkeeper was escorted to the mouth of the barren tomb tunnel. Seeing the bodies of the people in black, he frightened his soul, hurriedly lit the fire, and held the tombstone to rub the hole.

According to the meaning of Liuxiang in the dark night, he took the hemp rope of the sack and put it around the neck of the black shop. Liuxiang in the dark night held it with his own hands and shouted, "If you are not honest, my white rope will tighten. Let's go!"

The three Mingyue followed Liuxiang in the dark night and laughed secretly. They paid attention to the layout of the tunnel and estimated that it took a lot of time. If they walked in, there was a dim yellow oil lamp on the stone wall, and they could not see how far-reaching it was.

Liuxiang tightened the rope in the dark and shouted in a low voice, "Is there a fork in the road and ambush in the tunnel?"

The shopkeeper grabbed the rope around his neck and whispered, "No! Except for the monks in the temple, no one knows this tunnel. Above is the ground of Yunyangji. The temple is ten miles west of Yunyangji, and the tunnel leads to the vegetable garden in the temple.

Mr. Mingyue said in a low voice, "What's the name of the temple? Who is the abbot? What kind of people do you rob on weekdays?

The shopkeeper coughed, "Grandma Wuchang, be a little relieved. The name of this place is Yunyang. The temple is Huoyun Temple. At four o'clock, the incense continues. The abbot is Master Dust. Usually, there are many people in the temple and it is inconvenient to do business, so I came up with such a way to dig a tunnel."

The four people were secretly surprised when they heard this, and Mingyue asked, "Say! Who did you rob?

The shopkeeper panicked and said, "If you don't do my business, the villain's whole family's life is in the hands of Master Chen. He is forced to be helpless. The monks in the temple specializes in robbing rich people's property. Beautiful women, once they get it, or behind the temple or in the barren grave, destroy the body and destroy the dead. It's the people in the collection are still alive Bodhisattva. "

The four of them were indignant, and Lan Diewu sneered: "It turns out that they are all descendants of Buddhism. It's really unreasonable to do such a thing."

Mr. Mingyue sighed: "I thought that the master was a Taoist heir and had some prejudice against the people in Confucian Buddhism. Today, hehe, it was really bad for customs."

The night suddenly said coldly, "Huh! Evil monks do evil, what do you do to my Confucianism? Do you still want to fight with me?"