White Bone Monkey King

People always say that when the moon is dark and the wind is high, there will be evil spirits.

This is true at all.

At this time, a scholar lost his way on a night trip.

Following behind a young woman with peach blossom eyes and plump breasts and fat buttocks.

The two approached one after the other.

The scholar was completely obsessed at first sight. He went out in the middle of the night and met someone, and she was a frail young woman, but he didn't notice anything was wrong.

The young woman walked in front.

The two plump buttocks were looming under the dress, forming a peach shape. The peach buttocks twisted and twisted, making the man fascinated and his heart itching.

These legs are incredible.

It can pinch someone to death.

The lost scholar was almost dizzy.

He quickly lowered his head with a blushing face.

The scholar who looked like he was bowing his head in a serious manner, soon quietly raised his eyes to peek at the graceful back of the young lady. Then he was afraid that the young lady would find him peeking at her back, so he hurriedly lowered his head again.

I, Ma Jingwen, am a gentleman.

In ancient times, there was a gentleman, Liu Xiahui, who was calm in his arms. How could I, Ma Jingwen, weaken the character of a scholar? We should also learn from the uprightness of a gentleman and remain calm in our affairs.

The scholar was so uncomfortable that he bowed his waist slightly...

However, even if you lower your head, it seems that the air is filled with the woman's unique body fragrance. One whiff makes you feel unbearably itchy, as if there are thousands of ants crawling around in your heart, and you can't help but look up secretly. Take a peek at the little lady walking in front...

Look at the peach buttocks that are faintly visible under the dress.

He thought of a fruit that ripened only in September and October.

September and October are when peaches are ripe and most juicy, meaty and delicious. The peaches in this season taste the most watery.

Just one bite can fill your face with sweet juice.

Unlike the green fruits that are not yet ripe, they taste dry and have no moisture at all.

Teeth sore from eating.

It was tasteless after just two bites.

The frail young woman walked in front, and she seemed to feel the burning gaze behind her. She turned her head and looked behind her, and found the scholar who was staring at her graceful back.

Immediately Xia Fei's cheeks flushed.

He glared at the scholar angrily.

This look back at her was charming and angry, and she really looked back at Bai Meisheng. Those peach blossom eyes were naturally charming and capable of seducing a man's soul.

"Sir, the inn run by my father is right in front and will be there soon. If you get lost at night, you can stay at the inn run by my father for one night. During the day, my father will help you find the official road and continue on your way."

The delicate young woman's pair of peach blossom eyes, like water-cut autumn pupils that could speak, were so lithe and delicate in the cold wind that they looked pitiful and fragile.

He peeked at the married woman's back and was caught by the victim on the spot. The scholar lowered his head in a hurry, clasped his fists with the folding fan in his hand and said cautiously: "Ye Niang is too polite. There must be many young men disturbing Ye Niang and Ye Niang tonight." My father is right. My greedy little donkey got lost, causing me to get lost on the road. I even left my luggage on the little donkey and lost it. Now I am penniless, hungry and cold. If I hadn't happened to go into the city at night, Ye Niang, who is rushing home to buy medicine, I’m afraid I’ll have to sleep on the roadside tonight.”

"I am a helpless scholar who sleeps alone in the wilderness late at night in the middle of nowhere. If I encounter any jackals, tigers or leopards at night, I am afraid that I will be buried in the belly of the beast and I will not be able to see tomorrow. The sun is shining.”

The delicate young woman was walking in the future. Her pair of talkative peach blossom eyes looked at the scholar with tears in her eyes and said: "Young Master is too modest."

"Since I was a child, I have admired scholars who have read books, have poems and books in their belly, and are rich in knowledge. My biggest wish in this life is to marry a talented scholar."

"It's a pity that Ye Niang is just an ordinary little girl with a short life. She married into an ordinary family and met with misfortune. Her husband died unexpectedly less than two months after getting married. Now she is left with a ruined body. She can only go back to her hometown to accompany her in the new year. Now that things are over, my father, who has passed away and is seriously ill, should do his best to be filial to his children."

As the young woman spoke, her eyes were red and she was about to cry.

The scholar who was originally blushing, lowered his head and was embarrassed to look at the young woman, now overflowing with compassion, raised his head and comforted the young woman: "Mother Ye, you don't need to belittle yourself, how can you be a wasted flower and a willow? Mother Ye, you are so beautiful, you are a niche student." The most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life, the most beautiful oiran in any city, or the most talented woman in Wuzhou Prefecture, are all not as beautiful as you, Ye Niang."

"Mother Ye, you are not only beautiful, but also kind-hearted. You even walked a day to buy medicine for your old father in the city. Such filial piety is rare in this life. Mother Ye, please don't belittle yourself like this again."

"Others can't discover your beauty, Mother Ye, because they are blind. They are all a bunch of vulgar people who look at others with dog eyes. There are many good men in the world, and there will always be people who discover your beauty, Mother Ye."

The scholar spoke very eagerly.

I'm worried that the other person will really have uncontrollable thoughts.

After listening to the scholar's words, the young woman was immediately moved. Her pair of peach blossom eyes looked at the scholar with gleaming eyes: "Mother Ye, I really have a young master. Are you so right?"

The scholar mustered up his courage this time, looked directly at the little widow in front of him, and nodded firmly.

The young woman Ye Niang's cheeks are flying: "It is said that people who have read books are the best at talking, and their tongues are as eloquent as lotus. There are many rich ladies and beauties who cannot escape the mouths of people who read books."

As Ye Niang spoke, she glanced at the scholar with a charming and charming look. Those charming eyes would take away the souls of all men in the world.

The two of them were walking and talking, when a fire appeared in front of their eyes, and an inn appeared on the roadside.

This is a small inn for ordinary people.

The inn is not big.

It is a two-story building.

There is a small stable with an earthen wall in the front yard. The earthen wall is made of straw and mud, and has an earthy yellow color with a strong earthy smell.

There is a flag banner standing in front of the earthen wall yard. The long banner is black and has the name of the inn written on it——

Yuanyanglou Inn.

"Chang'an Avenue is narrow and sloping, with green oxen and BMWs with seven-scented carriages. Jade chariots cross the main hall, and golden whips come to the Hou family. Dragons hold treasures to cover the morning sun, and phoenixes spit out tassels to carry the sunset. Hundred-foot gossamers compete around the tree, and a group of charming girls Birds are singing and flowers are singing together. Bees are playing with butterflies at thousands of doors. Green trees and silver terraces are of thousands of colors. The windows along the complex road are decorated with acacias, and the twin palaces are connected with hanging phoenix wings..."

"The painting pavilion of the Liang family rises from the middle of the sky, and the golden stems of Emperor Han are straight outside."

"Looking at each other in front of the building but not knowing each other, but meeting each other on the street and knowing each other?"

"I'd like to ask Xiang Ziyan, who plays the flute, that he once spent his youth learning to dance."

"How can I die if I have achieved success? I would like to be a mandarin duck and not envy the immortals."

The scholar held a folding fan in the palm of his hand and stood in front of the inn door, shaking his head and reciting a poem impromptu: "Yuanyang Tower, this name is well received, I wish to be a mandarin duck and not envy the immortals! The name of this inn is wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!"

The young lady Ye Niang listened to the scholar reciting poems and writing poems, her peach blossom eyes became even more watery: "Young Master is so ridiculous, my father just opened an ordinary inn, and I just picked this name casually."

"I would like to be a mandarin duck and not envy the immortals..."

"No wonder people in the world say that scholars are all literary stars who have great talents. The young master casually said a poem, and the more Ye Niang chewed it, the more she felt that the artistic conception in this poem was ever-changing."

Perhaps because of Ye Niang's praise, the scholar laughed out loud, and then at Ye Niang's invitation, the two of them prepared to enter the inn.

Just before entering the earthen wall of the inn that was full of earthy smell, the scholar suddenly paused slightly and looked up in a certain direction with a suspicious expression on his face.

"What's wrong, Master?"

"But does the inn my father opened dissatisfy the young master?"

Ye Niangjiao stood pitifully at the door of the earth-walled courtyard, shivering in the cold wind, her voice was soft and heartbroken.

Melancholy hangs on those beautiful willow eyebrows.

Seeing Ye Niang's frown and sadness, the scholar knew that Ye Niang had misunderstood him. He stepped forward and hurriedly entered the courtyard and explained hastily: "Ye Niang has misunderstood Xiaosheng. How could Xiaosheng dislike Ye Niang and this inn?" ."

Afterwards, the two entered the inn.

The voices of Ye Niang and other people could be heard faintly in the inn.

…

…

Outside the inn at this time.

Jin An, the big old man, and the man holding the chicken bone lantern all watched the scholar follow the beautiful woman into the small tomb with a strong earthy smell on the side of the road.

He is obviously a living person.

Just disappeared into the small grave bag.

Disappeared into thin air.

In this cold, silent night, it makes people's scalp feel slightly chilly.

Because Jin'an and the others are in an out-of-body state, they are now transparent souls, so living people cannot see them.

And with Mr. Feng Shui, a master who is good at using Feng Shui and performing the art of Qimen Dunjia, it is natural that he can use the surrounding mountains and rivers to hide his figure.

So no one noticed their existence.

In fact, just before the scholar entered the small tomb bag, he looked up suspiciously in the direction where Jin An was.

Jin An carries the Five Thunder Evil-Slaying Talisman.

Those with evil intentions cannot look directly into his eyes.

Even though the soul was in an out-of-body state and had a somewhat reduced impact on the living people in the world, the scholar just now still noticed something strange.

You can see Jin An looking directly at him.

It shows that the scholar has evil intentions and has some evil thoughts about the little widow Ye Niang, so he can be frightened by the Five Thunder Evil-Slaying Talisman.

"Mr. Jin'an, isn't that young woman pretty?"

The old man and the feng shui master looked at each other, and the white-faced middle-aged man said to Jin An with deep meaning.

"It's really beautiful. Those legs can not only crush watermelons, but also crush men to death."

Jin An's eyes were fixed on the small grave where the two people had disappeared, with a thoughtful expression on his brows. He heard Mr. Feng Shui's words and said without thinking.

Mr. Feng Shui looked at Jin An with a faint smile: "It seems that Mr. Jin An, you like...this kind of thing?"

At this time, the big-headed old man and Mr. Feng Shui stood beside Jin An, both looking at Jin An, waiting for Jin An's answer.

"like?"

"Ah."

"Mr. Yi, do you like this kind of disheveled woman who can't even put on her clothes?"

"I'm afraid of getting sick."

Jin An shook his head: "Fengguan Xiapei is worried now. There is no cardamom guarding the palace sand. The God of Wealth takes over the position of Yue Lao, but there are only fallen willows and dead flowers."

"I still like traditional people, I would rather lack than overdo it."

After hearing what Jin An said, the big old man and Mr. Feng Shui looked at each other and smiled.

As expected, he is worthy of being Young Master Jin An.

Sitting in the arms without chaos, you are a gentleman.

The world of mortals is prosperous, and the greenery does not take up space.

High-spirited and upright.

Just now they saw Jin An staring at the body of Madam Ye, and they almost wronged Jin An.

The two of us have a villain's heart and a gentleman's heart.

Jin An stared at the tomb bag and said thoughtfully: "The beautiful woman who just led the scholar into the tomb, I saw her in Fucheng tonight. She is the daughter of a couple with an antique dealer."

"The scholar followed Futakunu into the grave. If we don't save him, he will probably be eaten dry by Futakunu's two mouths tonight. He can eat people without spitting out the bones."

Jin An told the big old man and the Feng Shui master about the scene of two women he met in Fucheng tonight.

Jin An asked Mr. Feng Shui out of curiosity, what was going on in the scene in front of him?

Why are they seeing grave bags?

And what kind of Yuanyanglou Inn did the scholar see?

"Because the scholar is about to die. Mr. Jin An, have you ever heard that people who are about to die can see things that ordinary people can't see?"

"This sentence refers to the scene in front of me."

Zhi Zharen, holding a chicken bone lantern in his hand, came to the long earth tomb that was about to be flattened by time. He shined the burning chicken bone lantern in front of the tomb in front of him.

It seems that the scene that the paper-pricked figure possessed by Mr. Feng Shui saw was different from the scene that Jin An saw.

Jin An said oh?

"Mr. Yi, can you help us find the Yuanyanglou Inn?"

The Feng Shui master smiled and nodded confidently.

If he could see the reality of this small tomb bag from the beginning, he would naturally be able to lead people to find the real Yuanyanglou Inn.

"Master Jin An, do you know why I can see things that you and Zhong Laosan can't?"

Because of the dog?

That's not right.

We are all single, why can’t I see it?

Jin An didn't answer and humbly asked Mr. Feng Shui for advice.

"Because Mr. Jin'an's soul fire burned too brightly and all evil spirits retreated, the inn in this small tomb was naturally invisible." Mr. Feng Shui began to explain.

"Although Zhong Laosan is a dead person, he has a special status. Before he died, he was beaten to pieces by his enemies. Just when his soul was scattered, he was rescued by a lady who happened to be passing by. The lady used big tricks to break Zhong Laosan into pieces. His soul was raised on a strange lotus flower to help him regroup his soul. The lotus is originally a sacred object of the three religions. It can avoid disasters and solve problems, hide mysteries, wash away the pure ripples without being evil, come out of the mud without being stained, and eliminate all evil spirits in the world. It cannot defile him.”

"So neither of you can see the inn in the small tomb bag. Only the Zhizha Man possessed by me can see it, because in folklore, the Zhizha Man has been able to channel spirits since ancient times and was placed in the cemetery. Paying homage to the ancestors is the gravekeeper with the most negative energy."

Well.

Jin An's little mouth opened slightly in shock as he looked at the old man and the lotus leaf on his head.

Lotus Fairy!

Nezha is reincarnated!

This is the first time that Jin An knows about the life story of the big-headed old man. Is there any mythical story in this world about Nezha being resurrected through lotus roots and his body becoming a saint?

No wonder the old man has a lotus growing on his head.

Emotions are the incarnation of the lotus, transcending the three realms and the five elements, and are immortal and immune to the suffering of yin and yang. The lotus is a sacred object of the Taoist immortal family, and it is pure and clean without being evil.

"Senior Zhong, can you cultivate your lotus root body?"

Jin An's nonsense words made the big old man a little confused. He was confused and touched the lotus leaves on his head. He always felt that Mr. Jin An looked at him in a strange way today. It gave him a chill in his back.

It always felt like Mr. Jin An had been staring at the lotus leaves above his head...

The way to see the Yuanyanglou Inn is very simple. Mr. Feng Shui stamps his feet on the ground, and two paper-shaped figures float out from the soil under his feet.

These two paper-tied figures were all old men, not all women like the last time Jin An met in the Dragon King Temple.

One of them was a young, handsome, sickly and frail scholar from a wealthy family.

One of them is a frost-haired old swordsman with a scar on his face. He has thick bones and a murderous look. At first glance, he looks like a master of martial arts who works as a follower for a wealthy family.

Nothing to say, the big-headed old man took the initiative to possess the frost-haired old swordsman and was willing to serve as Jin An's retinue.

Jin An could only choose the paper-pricked man who was as weak as a scholar.

When Jin'an Yuanshen possessed the body and stabbed someone with paper, the vision in front of him was indeed different. Between the world of the sun and the underworld, there seemed to be a land outside the law. Only the dying people were wandering between the gate of the sun and the gate of hell. Only people can see it.

The fog is hazy.

There is a hazy feeling of seeing flowers in the fog, and finally there is a layer of separation. When you look into the distance, there is only a blur of gray fog.

This gave Jin An a sense of going to the underworld.

Jin An was surprised.

Could it be that this is another special barrier formed by the Sutra of the Dead? Dead man's trail?

At this moment.

A layer of light gray fog enveloped the surroundings.

This mist is very light.

It's so subtle that most people won't notice it.

Even if you notice it, you won't be suspicious of the mist. You just think it is a shallow mist that rises at night due to the large temperature difference between day and night.

Afterwards, Jin An, who transformed into a scholar, walked towards the Yuanyanglou Inn in front of him with the frost-haired old swordsman and the white-faced middle-aged man behind him.

"Yuanyang Tower..."

"What a Resentment Tower Ghost Inn. The resentment does not dissipate and is blocked in the throat, which is a disaster that cannot be swallowed."

Before anyone walked into the inn yard, Jin An first noticed the black flag flag on the bamboo pole in front of the yard. With a flash of his soul, the Yuanyanglou Inn on the flag turned into the Resentful Tower Inn.

One master and two servants walked into the courtyard.

Before anyone even got close to the yard, they smelled a strong earthy smell. This was the earthy smell of the soil from the tomb.

At this time, the rain in the sky has not stopped.

It's still raining.

There was a shuddering chill in the air.

One master and two servants pretended to be passers-by who came here to take shelter from the rain at night, and hurriedly entered the inn. It turned out that the inn was very lively. The waiters were busy putting up lanterns, hanging red silk ribbons and red lanterns, and climbing up the bamboo ladder to hang them on the doors, windows and pillars. Post the big red 囍 character.

"Hey, gentlemen, are you here to eat or stay overnight?" As soon as the three of them entered the store, a diligent waiter came to greet them.

The waiter's face was full of expressions, but he only had a pair of dead fish eyes that could not move.

Jin An nodded casually, then looked at the inn in front of him with admiration, and asked: "Innkeeper, is your family having a big event today?"

The waiter said with a festive look on his face: "Our shopkeeper's daughter is getting married tonight. The shopkeeper's daughter has brought back a scholar. The two of them are in love. The wedding will be held tonight and a new uncle will be invited to marry our shopkeeper."

"The scholar is very talented and knowledgeable. He even wrote a poem for our shopkeeper's daughter, and the shopkeeper wrote it into a calligraphy and painting and hung it up."

Following the direction of the waiter's finger, he saw a calligraphy and painting on a beam and pillar——

... If you have achieved success, why should you die? I would like to be a mandarin duck and not envy the immortals.

After reading the calligraphy and painting, Jin An became interested.

He led the servant behind him and walked towards an empty table, asking the waiter to serve some good wine and food. He said that it was such a lively thing and he wanted to see each other well. Maybe there would be a fuss in the groom's and bride's bridal chamber later.

At this time, the guests in the inn, not only their table, but the people who can come here are all dying people. They are either seriously ill and are about to die, or they are destined to have a bloody disaster, and every hall is black.