At one o'clock in the morning, the community was dark, and the surroundings were quiet, only small raindrops were left.

At this time, a group of people in front of the alley suddenly came to the funeral, a group of people in front of them wearing linen and filial piety holding mourning sticks, paper people, paper horses, eight people in the middle carrying a big red coffin, and a group of women crying and crying behind.

Zhou Fengchen and Monk Yuanzhi put aside the matter of losing money for the time being, and looked confused.

Monk Yuanzhi asked in a low voice, "Have there been any deaths in the community in the past two days?"

Zhou Fengchen scratched his head and said, "I don't know, even if someone dies, there is no one to send a funeral in the middle of the night, right?"

The monk Yuanzhi said: "This is not accurate, maybe this is the kind of rule here."

Zhou Fengchen was about to refute, when he suddenly said "Huh" and said, "Look at this group of people, why are they so short?"

The monk Yuanzhi said: "The funeral is not a basketball, what do you want to do with such a tall person."

At this moment, the group of mourners stopped not far away and held up a pair of crooked couplets.

Monk Yuanzhi squinted his eyes and read: "Wait for the snow to travel westward, and the righteous clouds will never look away, and the horizontal criticism: the black black lord is eternal!" I'm obedient, this word is really ugly. ”

After saying that, he felt wrong, turned his head and said in surprise: "Hei Wujun?"

Zhou Fengchen's face was gloomy, "It's the mud-like ghost we killed last night at the old man's house in the north of the city!" ”

Monk Yuanzhi was taken aback, "That...... What the hell are these monsters? ”

Zhou Fengchen said: "Do you remember the matchmaker that Old Man Wang said? We both forgot about it yesterday. ”

Monk Yuanzhi said "oops", "I understand, this matchmaker has come to avenge Hei Wujun, and our money is burned by him, this is really cutting the grass and not eradicating the roots, and hating for ten thousand years!" Brother, how sure are you about such a large group? ”

"Let's take a look first." Zhou Fengchen pressed his hands on his temples on both sides, and said in a low voice, "Xuanwu, open the eyes of heaven." ”

His eyes turned red, he quickly glanced around, then lowered his hand and said in a low voice, "You go upstairs and bring the mirror in the toilet and my suona."

Monk Yuanzhi nodded, immediately ran upstairs, and it didn't take long for him to come back with a large mirror and Zhou Fengchen's suona in his hand.

The two of them hid in the dark, Zhou Fengchen bit his finger and wrote a big word "abandonment" on the mirror, and drew some seals next to the words, and then pinched the suona and whispered: "This is a group of mandrill spirits, and the Tao has only been for a few years, but there are too many of them, wait to listen to my slogan, you hold the mirror, I will blow the trumpet, and I will catch them all."

Monk Yuanzhi nodded in agreement.

At this moment, a handsome little boy dressed in mourning clothes walked out of the funeral procession, his eyes were red from crying, and he cried: "Woohoo lament! The Black Crow King is righteous and thin, sticking a knife in his friend's ribs, he is really a hero of my generation, but he doesn't want to die tragically in the hands of the demon Dao, and the demon Dao comes out! Give me justice! ”

As soon as the words fell, the cry became louder.

Monk Yuanzhi swallowed his spit and said, "This group of grandsons has come to seek justice, is it possible that we still have to reason with him?"

"Give them a piece of paper." Zhou Fengchen took a sip, "Didn't you hear him call me a demon?" ”

"You demon who has a father and no mother, come out for me......"

The more the boy scolded, the worse it became.

Zhou Fengchen gritted his teeth and counted silently: "Three, two, one, copy guys!"

The Yuanzhi monk rushed out with the mirror in his arms, and put it on the ground with a bang, only to see the mirror flash, refracting a ray of light, and instantly enveloping the people who sent the funeral.

Zhou Fengchen immediately picked up the suona and played it with a whin, the sound was very harsh and ugly.

The handsome boy bore the brunt of the blow, his face changed, and he fell to the ground in pain, followed by a group of people behind him, all of whom fell to the ground, rolling and screaming.

After only two or three minutes, the group was gone, and there were a few more monsters with flippers and green-faced fangs on the ground, as well as a group of pheasants and foxes.

The boy-changing monster gritted its teeth and got up, screamed strangely, and went to carry the coffin, and several other monsters also staggered up to help, and together they lifted the coffin and ran down the alley.

Seeing this, Zhou Fengchen hurriedly handed over the suona to the Yuanzhi monk, "Monk boss, find a rope, tie up these pheasants and foxes, and I'll chase those mandrills." ”

Saying that, he put a little harder under his feet, and a few ups and downs fell into the alley.

……

In the middle of the night, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and there were almost no pedestrians on the road, and a few blue-faced mandrills carried big red coffins all the way down the street.

Zhou Fengchen deliberately slowed down and dropped out from afar, these monsters must be destroyed, but first of all, find a good place, otherwise it will be difficult to deal with on the street.

After chasing each other for twenty minutes, the mandrills ran into the central lake shore of the suburban park in a panic, but were blocked by the lake.

Here's your chance!

In the drizzle, Zhou Fengchen held his hands behind his back and slowly pressed over.

"Twitter......"

Several mandrills were in a hurry, looking at Zhou Fengchen and then at the lake, their faces full of horror and strange shouts.

When he got closer, Zhou Fengchen was about to speak, when the little boy's changed mandrill suddenly put down the coffin, stretched out his claws, bared his teeth and grinned, and saw that the posture had the meaning of ending up together.

Zhou Fengchen frowned, dodged sideways, raised his foot and kicked horizontally, kicked the mandrill into the air with one kick, and then bounced up and slashed it with one palm.

"Smack!"

"Ahh

The mandrill fell heavily on the muddy ground, splashing a splash, breaking its bones, and dying of exhaustion.

"Woo ......"

The other mandrills carrying the coffin glanced at each other, let out a mournful howl, and then put down the coffin at the same time, kowtowed to the coffin a few times, and then stretched out their claws and tore their chests fiercely, pulled out the five internal organs, and fell to the ground with a few convulsions.

Zhou Fengchen was dumbfounded, this is ...... Committed suicide?

He was stunned for a few minutes before he raised his feet and walked to the coffin, removed the corner of the coffin and looked inside, there was a pile of broken mud and stones, which was the statue he had broken in the North Python Mountain Temple.

He sighed, a little puzzled by the fact that these mountain spirits who don't eat fireworks in the world came from their loyalty and integrity, which was simply more reliable than humans.

He silently gathered together six mandrills the size of a child, stuffed them into a coffin, and then pushed the coffin into the depths of the lake.

Standing on the shore, he recited the Sutra of Bliss in the Past Life again, shook his head and went back to the rental house.

The downstairs of the rental house was already empty, and the monk Yuanzhi was squatting at the entrance of the corridor in a daze, and when he saw Zhou Fengchen coming back, he stood up and asked dryly, "What's wrong?"

Zhou Fengchen smiled bitterly, "Kill them all!" ”

The Yuanzhi monk said dryly: "What a sin, go upstairs and take a look."

Zhou Fengchen followed him back to the room, only to see that the house was full of the corpses of pheasants and foxes, and a group of spiritual things were all dead.

Zhou Fengchen asked, "How did you die?"

Monk Yuanzhi said: "I just bolted it up and mentioned it upstairs, and I was stunned that all my kung fu tore each other to death."

Zhou Fengchen was stunned for a moment, and said depressedly: "Forget it!" Bury it. ”

The two of them found some iron tools and wooden shovels in the room, ran to the back of the building with a pile of corpses, found a place where the soil was soft, dug a pit, and buried them.

Back in the room, looking at the ashes of the banknotes in the basin, both of them felt speechless.

After a while, the Yuan Zhi monk said: "This thing is really strange and strange, and there is a bit of him mlgb, we have made money, broken money, damaged yin virtue, and finally have nothing."

Zhou Fengchen also said: "The key is that my 17,000 yuan has nothing to do with this matter, and it's gone!"

Monk Yuanzhi scratched his scalp and said bitterly, "Sleep, sleep, we don't have the life of a windfall!" ”

After this incident, Zhou Fengchen didn't have the heart to go to work, so he and Monk Yuanzhi lay on the side, sleeping soundly.

I don't know how long I slept, I suddenly heard a "bang" on the door, as if someone had knocked it open, the two of them got up in a daze and looked, only to see a group of policemen outside, shouting loudly: "Lying on your stomach!" Don't move! ”

Zhou Fengchen and Monk Yuanzhi glanced at each other, they were all confused, what do they mean?