"Thank you for the reminder of the master." Du Bai clasped his hands and thanked him.

But in his heart he recalled the situation on the Ghost King's body.

Those "bald donkeys" will harass the ghost city every now and then. Even if they live safely and do not harass the human race, they still have to subdue demons. From this, we can see that the tolerance of monks and other righteous people to those demons is close to zero.

As a result, Du Bai did not have much favoritism for these so-called Taoist monks.

While he was talking, the preparations on the side seemed to be ready. Outside the door, a maid came up to whisper a few words in Wanmiao's ear. She nodded and turned to Zen Master Huaisheng and said, "Master, the preparations you want are ready. When can you start?"

The monk looked at the sky and said, "Let's start now. The resentful soul will not dissipate for a long time, probably because he is extremely resentful. After the poor monk recites the scriptures for rebirth, he will naturally let go of his obsession and take refuge in the Western heaven."

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The night began to permeate, and layers of dark clouds seemed to be covering the bright moonlight in the sky, making the world like a closed dark cage covering the earth.

A few plain white lanterns were hung in sequence between the long corridors. The candle seedlings inside flashed slightly with the occasional cold wind, reflecting the interlaced shadows of the branches of the trees on both sides fell to the ground. The teeth and claws were like fierce ghosts and monsters, making people feel a little uneasy for no reason.

Last night, two dragon incense candles with arms thick and half a person tall were lit in the position of the female ghost. There was a small tripod in the middle, with several red incense sticks inserted on it, igniting clear smoke, lingering around the candlestick to create a bit of charming red.

Zen Master Huaisheng sat cross-legged on the cushion, closed his eyes and focused his mind, and gently tapped the wooden fish in front of him. A series of long and vague scripture characters emerged from his slightly moving mouth, blending into the smoke as if they were tangible, with a mysterious meaning.

There were only five tall and large guards guarding the Zen master. They practiced martial arts since childhood, had a strong qi and blood, and had sharp blades that had seen blood in their hands. In the words of monks, ordinary ghosts were simply inaccessible.

Others were ordered to go back to the room and do not go out at will until dawn tomorrow.

So much so that in the huge Su Mansion, there were only a few rays of light lit up here, and the rest were covered with cold silence.

It was late at night, and even though the guards were strong, they could not help but feel a little tired. After blinking their slightly sleepy eyes, they saw that the old monk was still reciting the scriptures motionlessly, as if they were always tired, thirsty and hungry. They could only force themselves to cheer up and dare not relax.

But at some point, the originally cold wind stopped from time to time, and a few candles were lit with the forest light, and the temperature around seemed to have dropped a few degrees for no reason.

The guards around him also trembled suddenly, as if the cold wind blew into their clothes behind them, and goose bumps suddenly arose.

The monk who was sitting in peace suddenly opened his eyes and stared in front of him. The sound of chanting scriptures suddenly increased. At the same time, he took out a string of round Buddhist beads from his arms and quickly moved them in his hand.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the guards vaguely saw a faint golden light flashing across the monk's body.

Realizing that something was wrong, several guards swallowed secretly, raised their minds to look at the darkness around them, held their hands on the hilt of the knife around their waists, ready to take action at any time.

They are not sure whether their martial arts are effective for ghosts, but they should have some effect of exorcising evil spirits with a knife as in advance.

The atmosphere seemed to slowly become tense, and invisibly, a faint smell of blood spread in the air.

At this moment, a guard glanced at the corner of his eyes and noticed that a strange figure with black hair suddenly appeared under the shadow of the bushes not far away. His vicious eyes stared at this side, and his back suddenly became cold...

In Du Bai's house on the other side, he didn't sit and wait. I won't mention whether the monk is reliable yet. He will also take the opportunity to find the identity of the messenger behind the scenes tonight.

After dinner, he asked his servants to deliver the purchased wild birds to his house, and there was also a sharp kitchen knife and several bowls.

The servant thought he wanted to cook by himself and wanted to help, but Du Bai refused. Although the servant was confused, he could only follow the master's instructions to leave.

He didn't rush to do anything, and he didn't start to act until late at night.

"Snake, pheasant, fox, weasel..." Du Bai looked over in turn with a blank expression, but the kitchen knife in his hand was quite scary.

The snake's poisonous fangs have been pulled out by the servants, so he doesn't have to worry about whether he will be bitten, so let's start with it.

Several bowls were placed on the table, and a ball of sticky black liquid was filled with. It was a secret recipe that Du Bai had carefully prepared just now, which could detect whether there was spiritual energy in his blood.

Du Bai made some snake blood and poured it into the bowl, but the liquid did not change at all.

He was not disappointed, but turned his eyes to the second cage, "Let's go."

A little unexpectedly, the blood of the pheasant, which seemed quite spiritual, did not cause any changes in the liquid.

"It won't be a waste..." Du Bai muttered with some distress, but he didn't believe that his luck would be so bad. He gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go!"

The third one is just the fiery red little fox.

When he took blood, he could still hear its pitiful cry. If it weren't for the quick lifting of the knife, it would have been possible that he would have let this little guy go for a moment of pity.

Carefully putting the blood into the bowl, the liquid that seemed to be eternal finally changed color slowly. In the deep darkness, there were a few crystal star spots, like an excellent work of art, which was intoxicating.

"Not bad!" Du Bai was very satisfied.

This little fox was of great surprise. If he was not caught, he might be a vixen that charmed all living beings in decades.

"What a pity..." Du Bai said, "You are a male fox, so I will not let you go."

The fox is quite human and seems to understand his words. The fox's eyes reveal a feeling of despair and sadness, and he droops his little head and sobbs secretly.

I don't know if I am secretly annoyed that I have given birth to another part...

As for the weasel in the end, it was unexpectedly somewhat spiritual, but its quality was not as good as the little fox, and it could only be regarded as the icing on the cake. Even if it became a spirit in the future, it would be the kind of broom star that everyone shouted and beat.

In general, this business is not a loss.
Chapter completed!