My enemies became my companions

Chapter 344 She is dirty

Along the way, Chen Yi tried hard to find the root cause, but he could never have imagined that all these changes came from his own one thought.

Because Yin Tingxue was taken away, they conspired to eliminate the members of the Demon Cult in the capital. Because of this, the fate of this underworld is completely different from the previous life.

When one thought arises, all thoughts arise, one after another.

After Chen Yi suddenly realized it, he felt it was ridiculous.

But sometimes, things in the world are just so absurd.

The battle on the Crazy Scripture Master's side was also coming to an end.

Although the waiter could easily kill the warriors traveling with the mad sutra master, he was still no match for this former Buddhist monk.

After just ten moves, he was unable to defend himself and was found by the mad sutra master. He then struck the waiter with his Zen staff, and a golden chain accompanied by Sanskrit sounds locked him in place.

Xiao Er struggled hard, but even though his bones made crackling sounds, he was still fixed in place.

The crazy sutra master chanted: "Namo Amitabha."

Then he burst into laughter and hit the waiter's head with his Zen stick like he was hitting a mole.

After Chen Yi looked at it, he turned his gaze back to the two-headed shopkeeper.

The two-headed shopkeeper was terrified. His already pale face became even paler than a human. He said with a trembling voice:

"We, we are just extras on the stage, don't kill us, don't kill us!"

"Whatever you're going to ask next, tell me clearly. I'll think about it."

Zuo Zui said hurriedly, "Okay, okay, Song, feel free to ask."

"Why does this ghost town appear here?" Chen Yi asked.

For King Chujiang, whose body was possessed by the previous emperor, although the members of the Demon Cult needed a place to be resettled, they could be resettled in the ghost town instead of on this main road leading to the ghost town.

"Here, there is a Chaos sealed here."

"chaos?"

"That's right, that's right. We built the ghost town here to use our Holy Church's method to strengthen the seal of Chaos. We don't know the details, but it's to feed Chaos souls."

After Chen Yi pondered it, he asked speculatively, "Is the effect of the Taoist's Three Souls and Six Spirits particularly good?"

Both of them showed surprise and replied without delay, "Yes, yes. Taoists often nourish the soul, so they are the best. The souls of warriors are tasteless and it is a pity to throw them away. The souls of monks have the opposite effect."

After figuring out the cause of the ghost town, Chen Yi asked many more questions.

The two-headed shopkeeper did not dare to hide anything and told everything he knew.

The reason why this ghost town is located across the main road of the ghost town and has a variety of shops and stores is to harvest the souls of people who go to the ghost town.

Except for a few people, almost no one's soul has not been taken away over the past hundred years.

However, some people in the evil sect are unable to hand over enough souls, so part of their own souls will be taken away.

No matter whether it is the waiter in the store or the two-headed shopkeeper, they are all people who have lost their souls.

As for this technique of collecting human souls, Chen Yi learned from him that

This magic did not come from the Demonic Cult, but from King Chujiang!

Chen Yi asked more questions in succession, but whether it was the specific situation of the ghost town or the deeper intelligence, the two-headed shopkeeper had no way of knowing.

It was because he stayed in this inn all year round and never took a step out.

"One last question, what do Elder Li and the other members of the Demon Sect think of me?"

The right mouth was about to avoid answering, but the left mouth spoke eagerly:

"My benefactor, the savior of our Holy Church, Elder Li has said many times that if it weren't for you, the East Factory Supervisor, who would not die, the Saint Girl would not be saved!"

"How did he know the Saint was safe?"

"Elder Li has consulted the King of Hell and knows that the Saint Girl is still alive."

Now that this crucial question was answered, Chen Yi no longer had many doubts.

"Thank you both for your answers. Have a nice journey."

Chen Yi clasped his fists in gratitude.

Both faces froze, and both mouths said at the same time:
"Didn't you say you would consider letting us go?"

He said calmly: "Yeah, I thought about it, but forget it."

As soon as he finished speaking, his hands were knocked onto the top of the skulls of the two heads. As the qi swirled, the tops of the skulls shattered, and any hope of life was cut off.

After a cracking sound, the deformed body in front of him instantly became powerless. After a brief burst of evil spirit, it was annihilated by the Buddha's light of the red gold relic.

When the waiter downstairs saw this scene, his face turned even paler.

Chen Yi slowly stood up, then turned and spoke into the guest room on the second floor:

"Okay, solved."

Not long after, the nun walked out of the guest room, slowly walked down the stairs, her face calm and indifferent.

Chen Yi leaped forward and landed next to the nun.

Yin Weiying slightly turned sideways, found a blind spot where no one could see her, and quietly grasped the hem of his clothes. Her expression remained calm.

As both are Taoist priests, this is inversely proportional to Duan Lang in the hall of the inn.

Duan Lang's soul had just returned to his place, and his face was pale when he woke up. He stared at the body of Wang Yan stacked together with another man, and was stunned for a long time.

When he turned around, his eyes were already red, and he drew his sword and went towards the waiter:

"I kill you!"

The crazy scribe brushed his sleeves without even turning his head.

A surge of energy rushed over, and the unprepared Duan Lang took several steps back, bumped into a chair, twisted his ankle, and fell to the ground.

"you you…"

Duan Lang took a long breath, and finally regained some rationality and said:

"Why should the old scripture master save this evil ghost?"

"I just happen to have something to ask him, and if I catch him I can make him a servant." The crazy scribe seemed to not take Duan Lang seriously.

Duan Lang gritted his teeth and said, "But he killed my wife!"

The waiter's face turned even paler. In order to save his life, he said hastily, "He's not dead yet, not completely dead yet. If you call his soul back, he'll be alive!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone on the field heard them.

Duan Lang's eyes flashed with joy at first, but he saw in the kitchen,
Wang Yan's body was placed together with that of the warrior, making them look like a couple buried in the same tomb. The red candle, symbolizing a ghost marriage, was still burning, with drops of candle wax dripping down.

Something dark and unclear flashed across his eyes again.

The waiter was afraid of death, so he asked hurriedly:
"Waiter, I will call the soul back. You and your wife have been married for so long, and your souls are connected. You only need to use the sparrow's soul as a medicine. It's just that this ghost marriage has been concluded, and it's difficult to divorce."

The Queyin soul is one of the three souls and seven spirits in the human body.

The three souls and seven spirits are extremely important in Taoist practice. Losing any soul or spirit is like losing a leg.

Chen Yi accompanied Yin Weiying downstairs at this time and said coldly:
"It's not that it's hard to divorce, it's just that the cost is too high for you."

The waiter froze for a moment, realizing that the two-headed shopkeeper had already told the man everything about his background.

Chen Yi came downstairs and saw the corpse in the kitchen.

When the Taoist Zhenwu and his wife came in, I warned them with my eyes, but they were not vigilant enough and still encountered an accident. I can't blame others.

He could have omitted that statement.

But Yin Weiying was by his side, and she was now his fiancée, and they were also considered a couple, so Chen Yi couldn't help but speak.

It's some hope that lovers will eventually get married.

In terms of emotion and reason, he has done his best to be kind and righteous.

The mad monk's staff loosened a little, and the waiter struggled to get up, crawling using his hands and feet.

Facing Duan Lang, the waiter's face was full of attentiveness.

Duan Lang's face was stagnant, and after hesitating for a long time, he said:
"Well, let's just forget it."

The voice was very low, but Chen Yi, a fourth-rank warrior, could still hear it, and so could the Crazy Scripture Master.

The waiter was suspicious for a moment, thinking that the Taoist Zhenwu wanted to die, so he bent his knees and knelt down.

"Oh my, sir, you have to give me a reason. This soul-calling is a trivial matter. All we need is the sparrow's Yin spirit. It's not impossible to restore it without the sparrow's Yin spirit, and divorce from the ghost marriage is not a big deal!"

Xiao Er begged and pleaded, his legs were shaking:
"Even if I kill you, I can still get you back! You two are so loving, a perfect match, a couple made in heaven!"

However, Duan Lang just shook his head.

Seeing this, the Crazy Scripture Master said coldly:
"It's a waste of time to do these nonsense things. If you have something to say, just say it. If you have to fart, just fart. Amitabha."

As soon as he heard the words, Duan Lang looked towards the back kitchen and saw the red candle still burning.
Still seeing the body of the wife...

And another man.

He hesitated for a long time, and then leaned over to whisper, afraid that others might hear him:

"She, she...she's dirty!"

The waiter stood there in a daze.

He looked at Duan Lang in disbelief.

Such a ridiculous reason?!
Duan Lang looked ashamed, but he had made up his mind. He slowly stood up and brushed the dust off his Taoist robe.

still remember,
He said soon after he entered the sect,

It is often said that ghosts and monsters are hard to predict, but who is really hard to predict, the ghost or the human?

But what is really unpredictable is,

It is neither a ghost nor a human being, but human beings themselves.

The Crazy Sutra Master recalled the past and sighed:
"It's not the wind that's moving, it's not the flags that are moving, it's the human heart that's moving..."

Tonight there are
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(End of this chapter)