"As expected, there is really something wrong with Lanruo Temple, and it's not a small matter!" Du Bai murmured to himself.

His eyes swept below like a torch, and naturally he realized that the woman was just a low-level ghost, and was an existence that could be crushed to death by his finger. However, this is not the point, the point is who is the instructor behind them?

Is it the tree demon grandma or the Black Mountain old demon? And is there a female ghost named Nie Xiaoqian here?

Du Bai found it a bit interesting, but he didn't take the initiative to disperse these ghosts.

Of course, this is also because he could see that these ghosts did not seem to harm others. For them, it was more like a game.

For example, the young man surnamed Zhang who was first caught under the female ghost skirt was sleeping on the bed and was having a spring dream. He murmured some vulgar words from time to time. By the side of the bed, there were two female ghosts watching the joke with interest, but did not take the initiative to harm people's lives.

Although it is inevitable that he will feel weak or a little sick after being teased by a ghost, it is not an exaggeration to punish him for his greed for money and lust. It may be better to give him a lesson to focus more on his studies.

Most of the other rooms also had similar scenes. After all, there were only a few people who could see through ghosts like Lu Shusheng. Although most people would initially refuse out of face, most of them agreed with ghost beauty and soft words, so they ended up being teased.

What was strange was that the room in Yanzangshan next to Lu Shusheng was always as quiet as before, and no female ghost knocked on his door, and even seemed to be deliberately avoiding it.

"Secret Yan..." Du Bai sat cross-legged in the air. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but think about it carefully, "Can this person have something to do with Yan Chixia? What about Ning Caichen? What about Nie Xiaoqian?"

He had just observed it and learned from the conversation between the seven or eight female ghosts below that none of them were named Nie Xiaoqian, and no one among the scholars had the surname Ning.

"Can't it be the wrong time to come? Nie Xiaoqian's corpse has not been buried under this tree? The plot of the Ghost Story of the Chinese Girl has not yet begun?"

Du Bai was a little confused and turned his eyes to the towering tree. However, this look made him vaguely discover some strangeness, some strangeness that he did not find during the daytime human body.

A faint golden light surrounded the surface of the tree trunk!

"This is……"

His heart moved slightly and flew slowly approached.

I saw that the golden light was not dazzling, even faintly visible. If it weren't for his good eyesight, it would be really hard to detect.

And as I got closer, I felt a warm feeling of comfort all over my body, just like the warm sunshine bathed in winter so comfortably that it made people moan.

But this made Du Bai more and more alert.

You know, he is here with a ghost body now. What kind of strange light is this that makes the body feel comfortable, and it is even vaguely attracting him to get closer!

The approaching movement suddenly stopped, and Du Bai's eyes narrowed slightly when he stayed in the air.

He remembered that this was not ordinary light!

It’s Buddha’s light!

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva once said, "Hell is not empty, and I will not become a Buddha." This itself also means that the Buddha has no malice towards most good ghosts. Therefore, when good ghosts enter the range of their Buddha light, they will not feel uncomfortable, but will feel comfortable. If there is a person who is not firm in his mind, he will even have the idea of ​​always accompanying the green lamp and taking refuge in my Buddha.

But this is limited to the Buddha's light of the true Buddha. Ordinary monks cannot reach that level at all, and their Buddha's light has also gone to extremes. No ghost can survive under the blow of their Buddha's light, and there is no distinction between good and evil.

"So... there may be a true Buddha here?!"

Du Bai subconsciously took a step back, his eyes becoming more and more serious, for fear that a smiling Buddha would suddenly jump out of the big tree and capture him as a monk.

Judging from what he knows, even the real ghost king is vulnerable in front of the real Buddha, not to mention that he is a fake who just borrows a few traces of power from the Ghost King.

He never expected that the gods and Buddhas had been missing for thousands of years, but he would be in a bad mood to encounter traces of a true Buddha here!

But he was thinking too much. What he was waiting for was not the true Buddha, but a series of crisp bird songs.

He raised his head in surprise and saw a snow-white bird flying out among the bushes, glaring at him, flapping his wings as if he wanted to fight him.

Isn’t it the bird called “Yu’er” during the day?

"Is it really a monster?" Du Bai stared at it and noticed the majestic demonic aura that was blocked by the Buddha's light. At least it had a hundred years of cultivation.

What was even more surprising was that the bird suddenly spoke with a voice as crisp and moving as a girl: "Where are you from the demon? You shouldn't leave quickly! Otherwise, be careful that my Yu'er is not polite to you!"

interesting!

How could Du Bai be afraid of it, but instead reached out and displayed his magical powers.

The bird suddenly felt something was wrong, but before it could flap its wings and escape, a powerful and irresistible attraction suddenly came from its front, and then it felt dizzy. When it came to its senses, it was horrified to find that it had been caught in its hands by the enemy!

"You...you...you!" The bird fluttered hard, but sadly found that he had no power to resist, and his hands showed no sign of being shaken.

"Bird Demon! Is your master the old woman?" Du Bai had no intention of tortureing the stupid bird. He looked at the bird that was still struggling in his palm, his eyes were silent, and he asked straight to the point.

"Where is her person?"

Since the entire temple is full of monsters, I think the old woman is not an ordinary person, and her ordinary appearance during the day is probably just a disguise.

Thinking of this, he planned to ask the main master directly, and the other party might be the legendary tree demon grandma.

"Bah! I won't tell you this big bad guy!" Bird said angrily with her little head. She recognized the gap in strength and did not intend to resist, but she would never surrender, let alone betray her master.

"Haha, there's nothing I can do." Du Bai looked at her with a smile, "I heard that the roasted pigeon tastes good, I think a pigeon that has become a monster must taste even better!"

"I'm not a pigeon!" The bird glared at him and his body trembled slightly.

Although she was afraid that this guy would really bake her, she still didn't want to tell the old woman's whereabouts.

But at this moment, an old voice suddenly came from below.

"Sir, please let Yu'er go."
Chapter completed!