"Please stay, donor."

On the street, Wang Jing put a hand on his shoulder and a voice came from his ear. When he took a closer look, it turned out to be an old monk, so he immediately asked respectfully.

"I wonder what's wrong with the master calling me?"

Wang Jing was a little confused about this. He was a scholar who did not talk about ghosts and gods on weekdays, so how could he be called out by a monk?

"I see that the donor is surrounded by evil spirits. I dare to ask what happened to the donor recently?" the old monk asked.

Wang Jing was even more confused about the old monk's words. From now on, he said that he was surrounded by evil spirits. What was going on?

After my doubts, my first thought in my heart was that the old monk was a liar, but he didn't look like he looked at it carefully.

Although the robes on this old monk are not luxurious, they are not ordinary. In addition, they look like an old monk with kind eyebrows, and they bring a bit of Buddhist incense in their conversation, which doesn't look like them no matter how they look.

"Master, maybe I've seen it wrong. I have nothing to do recently. Master Tsubasa said." Wang Jing clasped his hands together and bowed, and after that, he wanted to turn around and leave.

The old monk didn't stop him, but just watched him leave.

Seeing that the old monk was not entangled, Wang Jing didn't take it seriously. At most, he just wanted to be an interesting thing to chat after drinking.

But he had just walked across the street and another Taoist priest blocked the road ahead.

"I see that the donor has evil spirits, but I encounter strange things?"

The Taoist priest was just asking directly, and he was just trying to get into Huanglong.

Wang Jing looked at the Taoist priest again. What's wrong with this? One or two people said that he had evil spirits. Isn't this nonsense? He respected ghosts and gods, was loyal to the king and the country, and three were filial to his parents. How could he have evil spirits?

However, seeing that the other party was dressed as a Taoist priest, he did not dare to be too presumptuous, but just said, "Nothing strange."

After saying that, he hurriedly walked past the Taoist priest, completely ignoring the other party.

The Taoist priest refused to believe Wang Jing and couldn't help but sigh: "Brother Zhang had a kind intention, but he didn't want this man to be greedy for beauty and not to think that the real King of Hell could not be saved in the depths."

"It's destined to be like this, right?" the old monk also appeared and agreed.

This monk and Taoist are two monks and Taoist priests.

Yin Changsheng also came out of the shop next to him: "As the saying goes, it's hard to persuade the damn ghost. We can do our best, and there is nothing we can do."

As for the obvious reminder that your concubine is just a ghost?

The other party also has to believe it, and they might scold them on the spot for being so full of constant snooping him.

You know, this concubine was met by Wang Jing on the road and took her back to raise her secretly, and even his wife Chen didn't know.

It was not because he was afraid of his wife, but because the concubine escaped and looked dignified and gorgeous. He was worried that if the news was leaked, what if the husband's family came to search for it, that would be fine?

So he covered up this matter strictly and believed that no one knew about it, but he just believed it.

Yin Changsheng didn't know if Wang Jing was the one who was digging out his belly and taking away his heart in the Skin of the Stories from a Chinese Studio. After all, Wang Sheng refers to the scholar surnamed Wang, not Wang's name.

If it is true, then there are two characters involved, one is a Taoist priest who helps catch ghosts and a beggar who can resurrect people.

If the former is really compared, it is likely to be a wise Taoist priest, but the beggar is extraordinary. He can live dead and catch people from the underworld. This is extraordinary.

"Then wait for us to come to the door at night?" Monk Huiyuan couldn't help asking.

In fact, if Wang Jing is willing to believe them, it will be much simpler later. As long as Wang Jing cooperates and pours it with black dog blood, the painted skin Dharma King will have to go at least eight or nine out of magnitude.

"That's all, fortunately, you and I are ready." Monk Mingli slapped his waist bag and said.

Yin Changsheng was still a little strange about the three great Dharma kings of the Scented Incense Sect. The Yin Corpse Dharma King wanted to become a zombie, but the Diao King of Painted Skin simply zombies a ghost, which is better than the Five Elements Dharma King, although it is a parallel product.

"Sometimes I haven't come, but I didn't expect that so many monsters and monsters would gather in Teng County. Xu Hongru is really extraordinary." Monk Huiyuan sighed and couldn't help but say to the two of them.

"It's a monster that is a disaster for the country, so it's not normal to have a little more monsters." Taoist Mingli didn't feel strange. Although the fragrance sect came out of the White Lotus Sect, it was actually just a listing with the shell of the White Lotus Sect.

From the Yin Corpse Dharma King and the Painted Skin Dharma King, it can be seen that it is obvious that the demon who has practiced the left-handed path has put on the White Lotus Sect and changed the name of the Scented Incense Sect to make trouble.

Although Taoist priest Mingli and monk Huiyuan are said to be casual cultivators in the mountains, they are also authentic inheritance of Xuanmen. Although they are not practicing any magical skills, they are also orthodox scriptures of the classics. They may still be expected to be ranked in the Immortal Class.

When Yin Changsheng heard the conversation between the two, his eyes lit up, how many demons and monsters?

Isn't that just what he thought? He just happened to have some monsters and monsters to improve his evaluation, but after thinking about it carefully, it seems that ordinary monsters and monsters can't improve much evaluation.

This must at least be as powerful as the Yin Zi Dharma King or the Drawing Skin Dharma King, otherwise those who are not strong will probably be of little use.

In the previous dream Journey to the West, only one Dragon King could give him an additional evaluation, and even gorillas did not have the qualifications.

Of course, if Yin Changsheng did not use the wise Taoist priest and the monk Huiyuan, killing these two people might also give him an additional evaluation, but he is not stupid, who can use the power to kill him?

With his small body, I guess he can only rely on luck to fight Xu Hongru and the King of Painted Skin.

He is indeed more confident in his own luck than his own strength, but he is not afraid of ten thousand, just afraid of anything.

What if the blessing attribute is crushed by the other party, then I will be dead.

It’s better to be more careful and comment on it after killing the Painted Skin King.

"Why, let me try it. We will meet in the palace at three o'clock in the night?" Yin Changsheng said, feeling that with his luck, he might have a miraculous effect.

Of course, this was for Yin Changsheng and he thought about himself. He wanted to know what the purpose of the King of Painted Skin disguised as a woman to act as Wang Jing’s concubine. He didn’t believe that he had just digging Wang Jing’s heart and soul just to find a substitute. Where did the King of Painted Skin need to find a substitute? He probably turned from a human body like the King of Yin Corpse, he turned from a ghost body.

So, there must be some secrets in this.

"this..."
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