This weird laughter made Nan Feng instantly get goosebumps. Previously, he only heard it freely from a distance, but this time he was caught and heard it closely. We are the swordsmen and I are the flesh and blood. Life and death are only determined by each other's thoughts.
Three miles away, in a blink of an eye, the two female ghosts flew close to the two of them. The door of the ghost house opened automatically. When the two of them entered, the door automatically closed. When the door closed, it just made a bang. It was not a bang, but a bang. The slow creaking was really scary.
After entering the door, the female ghost shook the rope and threw the two of them down. Nanfeng Luck slowed down and landed straight on the ground. The fat man has no cultivation, and his body is thrown to the ground.
The haunted house where the two of them are located is a square building with houses in the southeast, northwest and northwest, connected to each other. In the middle of the house is a courtyard. The two of them are in the courtyard at this time. There are candles in the north room, and the candlelight is pale and dancing. It's so eerie.
To the north is a lobby. To the north of the lobby is a tall bed. Two people are lying on it. One is covered with a quilt. He can't see clearly, but he is tall and thinks he is a man. The other is a woman in her thirties or forties, lying on the outside. This person has a charming face, a high bun, loose clothes, and exposed legs and breasts.
Just as Nanfeng was looking at the woman in the room, an exclamation came from beside him.
Nanfeng tilted his head when he heard the sound, and saw that the fat man who was lying on the ground had jumped up, his face was pale, and he pointed to his side, "Yeah..."
Following the fat man's pointing, Nanfeng saw the thing. It was a disembodied corpse with shriveled skin and flesh, as if it were a human body. Although the corpse had lost its shape, Nan Feng recognized the clothes it was wearing as that of one of the two tall warriors.
"Why don't you kneel down when you see the mountain master!" One of the female ghosts stepped forward to make peace.
Nanfeng stood still, his attention at this time was on the woman in the room. Although she was not young, she was quite beautiful. Although her clothes were revealing, her expression was not very evil. She was lying lazily and looked quite handsome. To be calm, the woman was using a piece of wood to lift the wick of the bedside lamp, without looking at him or the fat man.
"Amitabha, female benefactor, the poor monk is a monk and cannot approach women." The fat man clasped his hands together and bowed to beg for mercy.
Seeing what he said, the female ghost who spoke suddenly showed an angry look on her face, kicked the fat man down with her feet, "That's a good idea, who wants to seduce you?"
Kicked the fat man down, then kicked Nanfeng again, "Why don't you kneel down?"
Nanfeng had already collected a mouthful of blood. When he saw it approaching, he turned around and spat out the female ghost's head and face.
The female ghost screamed, covered her face and backed away.
While another female ghost stepped forward to help him, Nanfeng dragged the fat man over, ran a few steps quickly and jumped.
The gatehouse was about one foot tall. Nanfeng had spiritual energy, so he could jump over it even with the fat man. However, he did not jump over the gatehouse, and fell back to the same place after exhaustion.
Seeing that Nanfeng failed to take him out, the fat man dragged Nanfeng and tried to break out of the door. He never thought that Nanfeng stood still.
"Let's go." The fat man dragged hard.
"You can't walk." Nanfeng said. He had jumped a foot or two before, but the gate tower grew as high as he jumped. He couldn't jump out, let alone break the door.
At this time, the female ghost who was spitted with blood had come back to her senses, but she didn't dare to be presumptuous and could only look at the two of them with a look of resentment.
There was light in the courtyard, and the fat man saw its face. All living people had skin and flesh, but this person had skin but no flesh. His face was mostly damaged by the bloody spittle of Nanfeng, and black air lingered under his skin.
"Amitabha, Amitabha, Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, help me." The fat man originally wanted to recite the sutra, but he couldn't remember what the sutra was like in his panic.
The female ghost had her face hurt by Nanfeng and was very angry, but it just looked at the two of them sinisterly and did not step forward to beat them in revenge.
"Who are you?" the beautiful woman asked in a drawled voice. She was still lighting up the lamp at this time. Although she was asking questions, she was not looking at the two of them.
"Who are you?" Nanfeng asked seriously.
"Giggle, giggle." The woman laughed.
"Monsters, the universe is vast and the law of heaven is clear. If you do evil things like this, I'm afraid there will be no good reward." Nanfeng said loudly.
The fat man on the side looked at Nanfeng with admiration. He was scared to death. He didn't expect Nanfeng to be so courageous.
Nanfeng didn't know what the fat man was thinking. He was trying to act like a hero. He was also afraid, but he knew that fear was useless. If he stretched his neck with a knife, he would shrink his neck with the same knife.
"Insult the mountain master, the crime will be increased." Another female ghost said next to him.
The woman in the north room didn't take it seriously. She raised her hand slightly and said, "Your accent sounds like you are not from my hometown. Where are you from? Where are you going?"
"Our ancestral home is Chang'an. When we came to the Eastern Wei Dynasty, we wanted to learn Taoism from the Qing Dynasty." Nanfeng replied.
Upon hearing this, the woman tilted her head and glanced at Nanfeng, then put down the lamp in her hands, rested her chin on one hand, and said lazily, "Why did you set the mountain on fire?"
The fat man was worried that Nanfeng's tone would be too harsh and would irritate the other party, so he took over the topic and said, "We didn't mean it. It was cold. We made a fire to keep warm. Unexpectedly, it started to wind."
"Are you a monk?" the woman asked coldly. At the same time, she lifted her skirt with her left hand, but she was not teasing, but covering her exposed thighs.
Seeing that the other party's tone turned cold, the fat man became frightened and did not answer immediately. Instead, he tilted his head to look at Nanfeng and asked him for advice.
Nanfeng was currently looking at the baggage not far away from the corner of his eye, and did not notice the fat man looking at him.
"Yes, I am a monk." The fat man replied.
"Humph." The woman snorted coldly.
Seeing that the other person's snort was very unkind, the fat man hurriedly added, "But he has returned to secular life."
"When the mountain master asks questions, you must not lie or deceive." The female ghost who was not spit on said from the side.
The fat man ran out of ideas and looked at Nanfeng again.
The woman had sharp eyes and said to Nanfeng, "You have been looking at that baggage. What is in the baggage?"
"There is a seal that can befall you." Nanfeng said truthfully.
"Hehehehe, surrender to me? Just take it out and give it a try." The woman laughed again and again.
Nanfeng told the truth just to let her show off her strength and allow him to take out the seal. After hearing what she said, he went out and picked up the baggage on the ground.
Because of the woman's words, the two female ghosts on the side did not stop him.
Nanfeng opened the bag, found the seal, and wiped off the rice crumbs stuck on it.
The woman tilted her head and glanced, then said lazily, "Where did you get the Taiqing Dharma Seal?"
Nanfeng didn't answer. He was hesitating whether to step forward and give it a try. '
Seeing that Nan Feng didn't answer, the woman sat up straight with her arms stretched out, her right hand stretched forward, and she grabbed the seal in Nan Feng's hand from a few feet away, took a look at it, and counted with her fingers, "This Kun Dao has died for his crime." , the seal should be taken back, how could it be in your hands?"
"I picked it up." Nanfeng said. There is a Taoist ritual called consecration. The seal is awarded by the leader of each sect on behalf of heaven. It is consecrated by heaven and earth. Even if the owner of the seal dies, the seal itself still has the effect of exorcising evil spirits. Ordinary ghosts She must not be able to bear it. This woman dared to touch her with her own hands, which shows that her behavior is unusual.
In addition, ordinary ghosts have no ability to know the life and death of others from a distance. This person not only knows that the owner of the seal is dead, but also knows that she died as a sin. How could she know this.
Thinking of the woman's words, "The seal should be taken back," Nanfeng suddenly understood. This person was so familiar with Taoist rules, and he didn't like monks, yet he dared to touch the seal. Many clues showed that this person was not an ordinary ghost, and was probably a ghost. Bad ones.
After the woman looked at the seal, she did not return it to Nanfeng. Instead, she placed it on the bedside and turned her eyes slightly, thoughtfully.
"What is she doing?" Fatty asked in a low voice.
"You set fire to the mountain and you should be punished. The owner of the mountain is judging the punishment, so don't make any noise." The female ghost on the side scolded loudly.
"The voice is louder than mine." The fat man muttered softly.
After a brief pause, the woman's face showed regret, "It's so fresh and tender, but it's a pity that there are no serious faults, so I can't kill him. I'll give him ten whips and drive him out."
After saying this, he raised his right hand slightly and closed the door.
Nanfeng and Fatty looked at each other. They originally thought that their lives would be in danger if they were captured this time, but they never thought that the other party only arrested them and came to question them because they had set fire to the mountain.
Seeing the two female ghosts approaching slowly in the form of long whips, the fat man urgently asked for advice, "What should we do?"
Nan Feng did not answer, but reached out and untied the waist rope.
"Do you have to take off your pants to get beaten?" The fat man grinned and took off his pants as well.
However, Nanfeng took off his pants not to be tortured, but to urinate. He was not someone who would sit back and wait for death. He had to jump around even if there was a glimmer of hope.
The fat man also took off his pants, but he couldn't urinate. He couldn't hold on to the waistband to lift it up or put it down. It was so embarrassing...