"Are you all ready?" Lu Zhi looked at the seven or eight big men standing in front of him.

"Don't worry, Uncle Zhi!" Lu Yong, who was standing at the top of the team, rubbed his hands, "It's just a bunch of monks. Don't say that they may have already been hit by Ma Fei San, we won't be afraid even if they didn't."

"That's good!" Lu Zhi nodded, but he always felt a little disappointed in his heart. It seemed that something bad was about to happen. This feeling was not what he had just happened. In fact, Lu Zhi had already felt this feeling of loss in the afternoon. Then soon, this feeling came true.

Liu Biju took the opportunity to slip away under the pretext of Chu Gong. When the people he sent found out and returned to the Jiangzhu Shop to search, he found that the shop had already been closed and locked. To be on the safe side, they even climbed over the wall to check it out. Yes, there was no one in the room, and Liu Biju and the others did run away.

After thinking about it, Lu Zhi decided to continue to implement his plan and find someone to deliver the box of sauce to the group of monks in the West Courtyard in the name of Liu Biju.

Because in Lu Zhi's opinion, even if Liu Biju went to Dalin Temple to report the matter, if Master Daoxin learned about this, then sent someone to Lu's mansion, it would be as early as midnight. Although there was a Dalin Temple custody in the city, under his strict defense, the monks in the custody could not inform them to come to the west courtyard of Lu's mansion.

So if you don’t do it today, maybe Master Daoxin will send someone to recall these monks in the middle of the night or tomorrow.

"Go to see if those monks are still awake now." Lu Zhi lit up at a servant with some anxiety, "Whether you are awake or not, you will come back soon..."

Before Lu Zhi finished speaking, he saw that the servant Lu Er who had just been sent to check had already stumbled back, "Uncle Zhi, Uncle Zhi, those monks are all asleep."

"Really?" Lu Zhi stepped forward happily and grabbed Lu Er's hand, "Did you see it with your own eyes?"

"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes." Lu Er continued, "Not long after the meal, the monks yawned one by one. Finally, after discussing it, they simply lay down at the door behind the mourning hall."

"Okay, Ayong, you guys go!" Lu Zhi said seriously, "Remember, you must bring the young master back."

"Uncle Zhi, don't worry!" Lu Yong patted his chest, "But what should those big monks do?"

"If they haven't woken up, don't worry about them. If they wake up..." Lu Zhi cut down fiercely, "Just kill them all."

"Don't worry!" Lu Yong waved to the other big men, "Let's go, let's send those monks to the Pure Land of the West."

It is impossible not to say that visiting the mourning hall at night and only lighting an eternal lamp is really a wonderful experience. When Lu Yong and the others just walked into the mourning hall, they heard a cry and a cool breeze swirled past their bodies, which made them chill together.

"I've really seen a ghost. It's only August now." A thug shrank back with a little guilty conscience. "How could this wind be so cold?"

"Yin Feng, this is Yin Feng." Another thug wearing a vest said with certainty, "I heard that when those ghosts returned to the sun, they were all filled with Yin Feng..."

As if they were accompanying their voices, just as they finished speaking, they felt a cry, and another cool breeze slid past them.

"Brother Yong, why do I feel like this is a bit evil here?" The thug wearing a vest shrank his shoulders and whispered to Lu Yong, "Can these monks really invite the ghost of the head of the family back."

"If the ghost of the head of the family is really there, what do you think the head of the family will treat us when he sees us catch his son..." The thug wearing a vest saw that Lu Yong did not reply, and then said in a low voice. "I feel so upset now..."

"Lu Meng, shut up." Lu Yong said to the vest thug with anger, "What kind of yin wind is not cold? We men are not afraid of going to the battlefield, they are afraid of a yin wind. Not to mention that there is no ghost of the head of the family here, even if there is really, are you still afraid that you will not be able to defeat the head of the family when fighting?"

"Of course I'm not afraid of fighting when the head of the family is alive, but the problem is that the head of the family is dead." Lu Meng looked around sneakily, "I'm not a monk and Taoist priest, so I don't know how the ghosts fight..."

"Okay, shut up and follow me." Lu Yong decisively stopped Lu Meng. If this coward continued to say this, everyone except him would be guilty. Of course, Lu Yong himself was also a little embarrassed. After all, it was really evil to be able to blow such a cold wind in Jiangzhou in August.

The area of ​​this mourning hall is not very large. It only takes ten steps to enter the spiritual position from the gate, and from the spiritual position to the gate behind it, it only looks like three or five steps. But strangely, when Lu Yong carefully took Lu Meng and the others forward for thirteen or four steps, he found that he was still two or three steps away from the spiritual position.

Then when they took two or three steps carefully, they found that there were still two or three steps away from the spiritual position.

"Brother Yong, look back." Lu Meng suddenly said in a very cunning tone, "See... See... Hell!"

Lu Yong and several others turned their heads at the same time and found that they were at least twenty steps away from the gate of the mourning hall. Logically speaking, they should have walked out of the back door of the mourning hall, but strangely, they were still standing in the mourning hall. Moreover, from the gap between the white cloth curtains around them, they could clearly see the blue-gray walls and pillars around the mourning hall.

This phenomenon in front of him has undoubtedly subverted the perception of these people. Lu Meng said in a trembling tone, "Ghost...Ghost hits...wall...ah!"

At the voice of Lu Meng, another cool breeze blew past them. Not only Lu Meng, but also the other thugs showed a look of fear and looked around. Then, they heard a strange sound, "Woo...woo...woo..."

The voice was very low, as if it was not. In conjunction with the current scene, these thugs felt a burst of hair in their hearts. Lu Meng, the least courageous among them, had already hugged his head with both hands, squatted on the ground and began to tremble.

"Damn, stand up for me." Lu Yong kicked Lu Meng hard, "Didn't you usually say you're not afraid of anything?"

"Brother Yong, I am indeed not afraid of anything, but I am afraid of ghosts!" Lu Meng threw out exaggeratedly under Lu Yong's feet, "I heard that those ghosts are looking for substitutes when they come to the Yang world..."

"There are ghosts there, did you see ghosts there?" Lu Yong kicked Lu Meng again, "You tell me, where is the ghost?"

Before Lu Yong finished speaking, he saw the big men, including Lu Meng, expressing terror at the back of him. Then Lu Yong turned around and happened to see a ball of white flames popping out of the spiritual platform, and then flashed in the air and exploded.

"There is someone in the middle, the ghost fire..." Lu Meng suddenly raised his hand and pointed to Lingtaiyu and said incoherently, "Ghost, it must be a ghost..."

"What nonsense? There are ghosts there!" Lu Yong, who also began to tremble in his heart, plucked up his courage to scold Lu Meng and the others, "This must be the monks who are making trouble. Look at me, I will capture you the monks who are making trouble behind the spirit platform."

As he said that, Lu Yong walked forward carefully two steps and walked to the spiritual platform.

"Look, are there ghosts there?" Lu Yong patted the spirit platform with his hand, "Look, where is the ghost?"

"Not here!" Lu Yong picked up the candle on the spirit platform and put it down, and then picked up a plate of offerings, "Not here either!"

While saying that, Lu Yong reached out to the spirit position, "Look, can the ghost be here..."

Before Lu Yong finished speaking, the rest of the people saw a ball of white flame appearing out of thin air. With a bang, the flame exploded and disappeared again.

Just when the flames appeared, Lu Yong suddenly let out a strange scream, and he flew straight towards the sky. The scene he saw from Lu Meng and his team's perspective was that a white ghost fire appeared, wrapped in Lu Yong and flew into the sky, then directly passed through the white cloth curtain, and even directly passed through the roof of the mourning hall, and then disappeared without a trace.

"Ghost!" Lu Meng suddenly let out a heart-wrenching scream, then turned around and ran out of the mourning hall. Under his guidance, the remaining thugs also let out a heart-wrenching scream, and then ran out.

Just as Lu Meng and his friends ran out of the gate of the mourning hall, they suddenly found that there was an extra person hanging on the tree on the branch in front of the mourning hall in the West Courtyard. When they ran out of the door, the man was still swaying on the tree. The light of the eternal lights in the mourning hall shone through the white curtains, illuminating the man's face.

"This is... Brother Yong!" Lu Meng suddenly pointed at the dead man who fell on the tree and said in horror, "Didn't Brother Yong disappear through the roof by a ghost fire in front of us? How could he be hung here?"

As he said that, several thugs suddenly looked at each other and made an even more miserable voice, "The evil ghost is killing people, run away!"

I don’t know who took the lead with these thugs. In short, everyone seemed crazy and rushed out of the Xiqianyuan without looking back. They kept shouting words like evil ghosts killing people all the way. Until they were stopped by a group of servants from the Lu family, they all looked shocked.

"What are you doing?" Lu Zhi gritted his teeth and slapped Lu Meng and the others hard, "What are you calling for? What evil ghosts kill people? Have you done what I asked you to do? And Lu Yong, where has Lu Yong been?"

"Uncle Zhi, it's not that we don't do anything. The question is which mourning hall the young master is in is really haunted. Brother Yong was taken out of the roof by the ghost in the mourning hall, and then hanged directly at the door of the mourning hall." Lu Meng covered his face with his hands, looking like he was scared out of his body, "You didn't see it with your own eyes, it's really terrible."

"Yes, yes!" The other thugs also nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, it's so terrible!"

"What are you talking nonsense?" Lu Zhi flipped his hands and slapped Lu Meng in the face, "What evil ghost caught Lu Yong away and hung him on the tree. Do you think I am a fool?"

"Uncle Zhi, you can go and see it yourself." Lu Meng covered his face and said with a grievance, "Now Brother Yong is still hanging on the tree in front of the mourning hall."

"Let's go to the West Crossing Courtyard!" Lu Zhi waved his hand vigorously, then thought about it and continued, "A little more lanterns."

After finding more than ten lanterns, Lu Zhi called out more than a dozen servants, and after gathering with Lu Meng and the others for more than twenty people, he returned to the Xiqian Courtyard where Wukong and others lived. At this time, the Xiqian Courtyard was still silent. Looking from the door of the Xiqian Courtyard from afar, you can still vaguely see the eternal lights in the mourning hall through the white cloth curtain.

Relying on the faint firelight of the eternal light, everyone could clearly see Lu Yong hanging on the tree in front of the mourning hall. I don’t know if it was because of the lighting problem or everyone’s illusion. These people seemed to be steaming slowly when Lu Yong saw something slowly. In addition to the white air-like thing that permeated the mourning hall, the whole yard seemed to be full of ghost energy.

"Uncle Zhi, you saw it, there is really a ghost!" Lu Meng stood carefully beside Lu Zhi and pointed his trembling finger at the Xiqianyuan. "It's not that we don't work hard, but that the enemy is too powerful. Uncle Zhi, let me tell you, when we entered with Brother Yong just now, we were really evil. We walked through the door for almost a quarter of an hour and didn't walk to the head of the family's spiritual position. As a result, when we looked back, we found that the mourning hall suddenly became bigger than the Golden Palace..."

As he said that, Lu turned around and said to the other big men who went in, "You guys say yes, are I wrong?"

"Of course not." Another servant immediately followed, "Yes, we walked inside for a quarter of an hour, with only a few more, but we didn't even arrive in the spirit seat. Then there was a cold wind everywhere in the mourning hall, and it was whizzing..."

"Yeah..." The big men next to him also nodded in horror, "It's true that there is a cold wind, it's so cold to blow into human bones."

ps: Someone may have seen that the chapter order of Feng Chuan's book seems to be a bit wrong. Well, this is because Feng Chuan wants to merge some 2,000-word chapters into more than 3,000 large chapters, but it collapsed twice from last night to today.

Well, the question of this chapter order will be corrected slowly!
Chapter completed!