Strange Spiritualist: My doll can really manifest

"Huh! Yang Ning, are you here? The

old monk awkwardly beckoned to Yang Ning, trying to be very familiar, but his feet involuntarily took two steps back.

He even accidentally stepped on Bai Chang, the incense lord who enjoyed the immortal tablet in his mouth.

Yang Ning looked over and smiled and said: "Master Jueming, trouble is far away from my little ghost, it likes to scratch people's hearts, be careful of hurting you by mistake." The

old monk hesitated for a while, and just as he hesitated

, clicked—a slight crack sounded from above the temple gate of Chongwen Temple, and the temple name plaque with a bloody handprint emitted a painful sound, as if it could burst at any time!

When the old monk saw this, he hurriedly grabbed his Zen staff and said, "I get out of the way, I get out of the way!" It

wasn't until he walked far away and the ring sound on the Zen staff disappeared, that the ghost on the side recovered from that painful state!

It looked at Summer for the first time, and after seeing that Summer was smiling and unhindered, it grimaced and looked at Bai Chang, who was no longer human-like on the ground!

Summer's ghost hand was attached to the back of Bai Chang's heart, and he asked Yang Ning with a smile: "Orange, can I take it out?"

Yang Ning said casually: "If you like it, then put it in for a while."

"Okay!"

Summer turned his head to look at the ghost Jingyu on the side, and said with a smile: "Mom, I caught it!"

At this time, the expression on the face of the ghost Jing met the ghost became complicated, looking at Bai Chang who was lying motionless on the ground full of resentment and incomparably hideous, and looking at the smiling summer with a soft and endless love and affection.

Burst!

A flame ignited from Yang Ning's fingertips, and with a flick of his hand, the flame fell above Ghost Jingyu's head, burning billowing white smoke!

In just a few seconds of effort, although the ghost Jingyu still looked like a powerful ghost, the hideous expression had disappeared, and the originally empty and numb eyes actually gave birth to a divine light like a living person!

She looked at the same ghostly summer with a touch of shock in her eyes, and then rushed forward in a lost voice: "Xiaotian!

"Mom has finally found you!"

Jing Yu held Summer and cried bitterly, over there, Yang Ning turned his head to look at the old monk, "Master Jueming, what a sad scene, isn't it?"

The old monk lowered his head, looked at the ground where rain was constantly falling in front of him, and said, "Yang Ning, can you discuss it?"

"For the sake of me and your master being old acquaintances, give face?"

The sound of pain came through the rain curtain, the plaque on the gate of Chongwen Temple clicked, and the scarlet bloody handprint became more and more eye-catching, and Yang Ning did not speak.

The old monk raised his head tremblingly, "Bai Chang, he gave us more incense money in the temple than the other pilgrims combined.

"That year, our temple was renovated and there was no money, thanks to his help, the above approved it."

"Every year in our temple, the first day of the new year is incense is from him, I know that he has done some bad things..." Speaking

of this, the old monk looked back at Jing Yu, who was crying in the summer, and seemed to be a little difficult to decide, but still said: "Yang Ning, Bai Chang only has one soul left, and he is destined to be unable to do bad things in the future, he can only be a living dead, please let him go, how about it?"

"The dead are gone, so why slaughter the living for the sake of the dead?" The monks embrace compassion, Yang Ning, I advise you to be kind.

Yang Ning: "..."

Without saying anything, Yang Ning took out his fate book, he counted, he still has eleven good causes.

Suddenly, Yang Ning's gaze began to drift back and forth on the old monk.

Dang!

At his feet, a Wang Bashell who didn't know when he appeared suddenly jumped.

The old monk laughed self-deprecatingly: "I'm so old, my days are running out, so you don't need to waste your good fortune on me."

"That old madman's skills have been exhausted, and even surpassed him by a lot, if I didn't know that my time was numbered, today you came to the door and asked my temple to close its door, how dare I come out to see this Bai Chang?"

"I was born in a monastery since I was a child, chanting sutras and chanting Buddha all my life, Bai Chang and you have an evil relationship, but he and I are incense meritorious merit."

"Yang Ning, I'm not advising you to be kind, everyone I met advised him to be kind."

"Today, you will let him go, count me, an old man in his nineties, begging you, okay?"

Saying that, the old monk actually put on his monk's robe and knelt down for Yang Ning on the spot.

He had only knelt before his parents and Buddha in his life, and it was the first time he had made such a big gift to a junior.

And yet....

Yang Ning's brows frowned slightly, and he said quietly: "Master, what a big gift?" You want to take a life on your knees? Is it possible?

"Today, even your Buddha himself came here, and he can't keep him!"

Click!

Behind Yang Ning, the plaque on the temple door cracked a crack!

The old monk was shocked, he had to say something more, but Yang Ning didn't want to hear it.

Turning his head to look at Summer who was being held by his mother, Yang Ning smiled and said, "Kill him, now."

"Hee-hee, okay!"

Summer smiled softly, and the little ghost hand gently grabbed Bai Chang's back heart, looking as if he hadn't caught anything, but as his hand picked up little by little, he suddenly pulled it hard!

"Hee-hee!"

Summer smiled on his face, his wrist turned over, and a thumping heart with blood-dripping arterial blood vessels appeared on the little ghost's hand.

Jing Yu, who had already settled down, looked at the heart held in her son's hand in shock, at this moment, although she was a ghost body, she was more like a person!

However, hearing Summer's next sentence, the fierce ghost that had disappeared appeared again with her dead face!

"Mom, it's this grandfather who took this thing in my body and replaced it with his son!"

"Ahhhh

Jing Yu's face began to distort, and she looked at the Bai Chang dead man who had completely cooled out, and her eyes burst with strong resentment and ferocity, and she got up and pounced!

This time, the fierce ghost tore and bit, and what was devoured was no longer the soul, but the meat of Bai Chang was eaten alive!

She ate Bai Chang's soul before out of the instinct of a ghost!

Now she eats Bai Chang's meat out of a mother's hatred for killing her son!

Hate can't eat its flesh, this is human instinct!

"You kill my son, I will make you pay in blood!"

"Blood debt and blood repayment!"

Listening to the roar of the ghost, Yang Ning silently glanced at the old monk beside him.

Bai Chang is dead, and the old monk is in ashes.

He knelt on the ground dumbfounded, and tears actually flowed from his cloudy old eyes.

When he looked at Yang Ning, the old monk's voice was mixed with a hint of deep fear: "That little devil uses ghost powers?"

"You, you not only broke through the prohibition of red-clothed ghost refining, but even the ghost power can be refined?!"

"What? What what? Ghostly?

Yang Ning frowned, "A ghost hand that takes things from the air is called a magical power?" Still ghostly? Master, your name is quite extravagant? The

old monk: "..."

let out a long sigh and shook his head silently, the old monk stood up extremely slowly, and walked towards the temple little by little.

When he walked through the temple gate, the plaque above the temple gate began to shake violently!

Yang Ning took a step forward, and outside the door, the crumbling door plaque "snapped" and fell to the ground, falling apart.

Inside the door, the old monk also fell to the ground with his legs limp, his eyes blank.

Yang Ning took out the fate book and found that his good fate was four less.

Bai Chang's life was worth a good cause, and the old monk who insisted on chanting and chanting Buddha until he was ninety years old reached three.

Yang Ning smiled slightly and sighed: "A senior monk who has chanted the Buddha for a lifetime, in the final analysis, is just a life that can be taken away by three good causes. "

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