Miffel grabbed a hand full of thick phlegm and felt very uncomfortable. She asked Monk Bu Greed what was on his hand.
"True Yangshu!" Monk Buhu said proudly, "If this palm hits, your sister will disappear into ashes! By the way, why do you leave the ghost of your sister on your body?"
Miffel looked at the palm of her hand and caught a handful of sticky phlegm. She couldn't help but feel sick, and quickly wiped it back and forth on Monk Bu Greed's shoulder.
"Why are you touching me?" Monk Bu Greed asked without understanding Miffel's actions.
Miffel frowned and said, "Looking at how handsome you are, I fall in love with you, okay?"
The non-greedy monk suddenly blushed and clasped his hands together: "The female donor was joking. The poor monk is free to become a monk. How dare he have any evil thoughts!"
Seeing that he took her words seriously, Miffel couldn't help but laugh. She took a closer look at the monk. He was in his early thirties, with thick eyebrows and small eyes. He wasn't ugly, but he didn't love human flesh. Miffel had a naughty temperament, no matter it was At this time, you can go crazy whenever you want, regardless of time or place. At this time, seeing that the monk was still very shy, he whispered: "Master, you are brave and mighty. I have paid attention to you for a long time. If a ghost appears later, you You must protect me!"
The non-greedy monk suddenly became excited and said, "Don't worry, little benefactor, I want to keep you safe even if I don't risk my life!"
Everyone walked forward and looked for the next staircase. Monk Bu Greed couldn't help but peek at Miffel. He saw her long hair tied back, straight and bright, a face as beautiful as the moonlight, and starry eyes shining like lacquer. Innocent and mysterious, Yueyue's light eyebrows are like the light smoke drifting from the distant mountains, her delicate nose is exquisite and cute, and her pink lips reveal a row of shell-like teeth when she smiles, fresh and pleasant. Although she has a figure She's a little skinny, but looking at her body proportions, she'll have a devilish figure when she gets plumper.
Miffel's casual words made a monk who had been a monk since childhood become distracted!
Lang Shuoyang was exploring the way forward with his divine light. Suddenly, the light above his head flickered, and a gloomy wind came. At the innermost corner, a faceless female ghost turned around. It was not that she had no face, but her long hair was all spread out in front of her. , covering his entire face, he was wearing a white robe, as loose and loose as pajamas. He couldn't see his legs moving when he walked, and it was blown by the wind.
Lang Shuoyang stopped and did not rush to hit her. He asked: "What are you going to do? Where is Wei Tian?"
The female ghost raised her head, her face was pale, except for two red eyes, the rest were white, and she said gloomily: "Do you think I look scary?"
Lang Shuoyang scolded: "Damn it, if you are a Heavenly Master, don't you think we are children who have never seen ghosts? Do you want to scare people? I have seen too many ugly ones, who do you think I am?"
Lang Zixuan said: "Stop talking nonsense and take her in!" As he said that, a thunderbolt struck her from the palm of his hand.
The female ghost was struck by lightning and suddenly exploded, her white shirt was shattered, and the black rotten flesh inside flew out.
At this time, the two-headed nun moved quickly, pulled out an umbrella from her pocket, swung it in the wind, and turned it into a giant parasol, blocking everyone in front of them.
With a "pop" sound, the parasol was blown away and landed in the corner. All the rotten flesh was stuck to it. The umbrella cloth was smoking and gradually decaying. It was so rotten that only a few ribs were left.
Only then did the non-greedy monk react. He opened his hands, stood in front of Miffel, and said, "Get out of the way."
Miffel pulled him and said: "You'd better get away quickly. If you had passed this master earlier, you would be the one rotten to bones now!"
Lang Shuoyang walked forward and looked down from where the female ghost came out just now. It was indeed a passage staircase, but this staircase was narrower than the one he came down just now.
Lang Shuoyang held two ghost-suppressing charms in his hands and walked down step by step. There was another switch at the end of the stairs. Lang Shuoyang stretched out his hand to open it. When the light came on, it was a place where scriptures were collected. There were rows of bookshelves with little space in between.
It is filled with various ancient Buddhist scriptures.
Lang Shuoyang and Lang Zixuan were in the front, and the two-headed nun Suyu and the big-headed monk were in the middle. Miffel, Qinglin, and the Buhu monk were behind, walking forward along the bookshelf.
After going down two floors, Lang Shuoyang has roughly understood the structure of this inverted tower. The stairs on each floor are in opposite directions. This floor comes down from the left, and the next floor has to go to the right to find the stairs, that is
It is said that each floor has to pass through the entire hall.
Everyone was walking among the bookshelves, and suddenly there was a "crackling" sound on both sides, and for a moment, flames shot into the sky.
The non-greedy monk who was walking at the end suddenly changed his color: "It's all paper and wood here, it's terrible to burn!" He grabbed Miffel and ran out, "Hurry up!"
Lang Shuoyang didn't expect these ghosts to be so mean as to set fire. The space here is closed and there is no water source. It would be really troublesome if it burned!
The two-headed nun next to her knocked the wooden fish, recited the "Fire Avoidance Technique" and stepped back.
Lang Zixuan suddenly touched a gourd on her waist and couldn't help but feel moved. This was Liao Rushen's gourd of heaven and earth that was captured on Wusuo Island. It has never been used since it was brought. At this time, she remembered those few spells and quickly took the gourd over.
, swayed in the wind, and shouted: "I am the only treasure of the Three Purities, sucking thunder and lightning, at my disposal!" The gourd surged, and the firelight on the edges of the bookshelves on both sides gathered together to form a fire dragon, flying straight towards Lang Zixuan's gourd mouth.
Within a few minutes, the tower on this level had returned to calm, and all the fire just now had been absorbed by the gourd of heaven and earth.
Lang Shuoyang touched the outer skin of the gourd and found that it was not hot at all. He couldn't help but be surprised! Such a small gourd could hold so much flame inside.
Lang Zixuan said: "This gourd can not only be loaded, but also released! If Yi Nan hadn't jumped out in time and hit that ghost old man with a palm thunder, I almost died in the hands of this gourd."
When Yi Nan was mentioned, the two of them felt sad, wondering whether Yi Nan would live or die in the hands of the Ghost King!
Lang Shuoyang waved his hand, quickened his pace, and went down to the fourth floor.
Miffel was grabbed by the wrist by Monk Buhu, and she couldn't help but get angry and said: "You coward, if you want to run, just run, don't drag me!"
The non-greedy monk said aggrievedly: "Is this person trying to save you?"
Miffel glared at him, turned around and followed Lang Shuoyang and the others.
When we went down to the fourth floor, it was empty again, with nothing there.
In order to show that he was not a coward in front of Miffel, the non-greedy monk saw that there were no obstacles on this floor. He immediately cheered up and said, "I'll find the stairs!" Then he jumped in front of everyone.
Just as he was approaching the stairs, Monk Bu Greed suddenly stopped and started dancing, as if he was dancing.
Miffel was so angry that she laughed: "I said master? Are you having cramps or are you doing street dancing? Your movements are too ugly!"
The non-greedy monk shouted: "Save me quickly, I'm stuck!"