What attracted Lin Yun's attention wasn't the girl herself, but the resentment on her body.
The resentment was still there, and its aura was cold. It definitely didn't come from an ordinary ghost.
Lin Yun had killed many Ghost Spirits, but he had never felt such a powerful resentment.
"This resentment belongs to the Ghost King!"
Lin Yun understood.
The girl was about eighteen or nineteen years old, delicate and quick-witted.
Her pair of big eyes were pure and pure, and she looked even more like an immortal.
It was filled with immortal qi.
"No wonder he became the Ghost King's target!”
Lin Yun guessed the ins and outs of the matter.
Some powerful ghost kings liked young virgins with strong spiritual energy.
For example, Shutendoji enjoyed killing and devouring young girls.
The Ghost King who had his eyes on this girl was not Shutendoji, but he was very powerful. In the entire Cold Water Temple, no one else could take her down except him.
As he was thinking, the girl had already walked to the Merit Box.
After burning three incense sticks respectfully, he threw a thick stack of banknotes into the room.
At least 30,000 to 40,000.
She was still mumbling,"Buddha, please don't blame me. I really have no other choice but to beg you to fight it head-on. This 35,200 taels is all I have. I'll give it all to you. Please help me tide over this crisis!”The girl's voice was very soft, and ordinary monks could not hear her.
Only Lin Yun was strong enough to hear it clearly.
He was happy.
This was the legendary saying, if you didn't burn incense normally, you would ask Buddha to punish you when something happened!
As expected!
The young girl secretly took out a red packet from her pocket. It was wrapped in resentment and was extremely cold.
"It's either the Ghost King's money to buy his life or the netherworld marriage contract!”
"This girl's spiritual aura is compelling. Presumably, the possibility of a netherworld marriage contract is higher!”
Lin Yun shook his head.
This girl was unlucky to have encountered such an unfortunate thing.
But to Lin Yun's surprise, the girl hesitated again and again, but in the end, she didn't throw the resentful red packet into the Merit Box.
After listening carefully, it turned out that the girl was worried that the Hanshui Temple would not be able to defeat the ghost that sent the red packet of the netherworld marriage contract.
"If I bring disaster to the master of the Cold Water Temple because of me, won't I be guilty?”
"Especially that little monk sweeping the floor. It's such a pity that he died just because he was so handsome.”
The girl glanced at Lin Yun and muttered bitterly.
Her name was Yang Ling.
Yang Ling wanted to live, but she didn't want to implicate others.
All in all, she was a kind girl.
At the very least, he had a good outlook on life.
Otherwise, why would he be targeted by the Ghost King?
After hesitating for a while, Yang Ling still kept the red packet that was filled with resentment.
"Forget it!"
In the end, she gave up on this idea.
"Life and death are determined by fate! The 30,000 yuan would be donated to the temple before he died!”
Yang Ling seemed to have figured it out, and her body relaxed.
He put away the Red Envelope of Resentment that he had just taken out and turned around to leave.
Unexpectedly, she turned around and bumped into a young master.
Coincidentally, the red packet of resentment that she had put in her pocket also fell to the ground.
Yang Ling wanted to pick it up, but Lin Yun beat her to it.
"Amitabha!"
Lin Yun put his palms together and said," Thank you for the incense money, Patron. This Penniless Monk will accept your wish on behalf of Buddha!"”
As he spoke, Lin Yun put the Red Envelope of Resentment into the Merit Box.
Yang Ling was anxious.
She had just gone through a mental struggle and had long put life and death aside. She did not want to put the entire Cold Water Temple in danger because of her own survival.
She was about to explain when she saw Lin Yun smiling at her.
It gave off an unfathomable feeling.
Yang Ling's heart skipped a beat as she thought to herself, Is this the will of the heavens?”
" Little Master..."
Yang Ling was worried and wanted to tell Lin Yun the truth, but Lin Yun interrupted her.
He smiled and said," Patron, please go down the mountain. After your wish is fulfilled, remember to return it."”
"Since this is the will of the heavens, then I'll take a gamble!”
Seeing Lin Yun's insistence, Yang Ling was skeptical and left while gritting her teeth.
Lin Yun smiled.
At night, Lin Yun took out all the incense money from the Merit Box, as well as Yang Ling's resentment red packet.
"It really is the Ghost King's netherworld marriage contract, and it's tonight?”
"It's going to be lively!"
Lin Yun took a sip of wine.
He knew that Yang Ling wouldn't have come to the Cold Water Temple to seek protection unless she had no other choice.
She had only come on the last day. It was obvious that she had been struggling for a long time.
"Ghost King?"
"I'd like to see if you can withstand this poor monk's palm!”
Lin Yun was extremely excited by the alcohol.
Cold Water Temple was as quiet as usual. Other than a few monks on duty who were staring intently, most of the Buddhist disciples had already fallen asleep.
Even the drunk Lin Yun was snoring.
Midnight!
As if a cold wind had blown past, the monks on night duty in the temple shuddered and became more vigilant.
Very open!
The joyous sound of the suona rang out. In the night sky, eleven ghostly shadows floated toward their Cold Water Temple.
There were five in front and six behind, with a bright-red sedan chair in the middle.
"One ghost general and ten ghost spirits?"
Xuan Nian's expression changed drastically.
Ghost generals were ghosts that were even more powerful than ghost spirits, and their strength was second only to the Ghost King.
Most importantly, ghost generals were extremely difficult to kill.
As long as the soul source was not destroyed, the ghost general would not die.
A ghost general had completely defeated ten ghost spirits.
Even though the abbot of the Cold Water Temple had improved a lot in the past ten years, he was still no match for the ghost general.
Before this, the Cold Water Temple had never encountered a ghost general.
"This is a big deal. We can only pray that the legendary Wine Saint Monk is still in the temple. Otherwise, there will no longer be a Cold Water Temple in this world!”
Xuan Nian muttered and hurriedly released the danger signal.
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