The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 889
Zhu Yuanmo was not only speechless, he didn't even believe what he said.

When a person dies, his body becomes a corpse, which is put into a coffin and buried in the soil; his soul is taken away by the black and white impermanence, enters the six realms of reincarnation, and is reincarnated.

What's more, humans and ghosts have different paths.

Even if the soul is forced to stay in the human world, it cannot have anything to do with people. What is going on?
Just as he was thinking about it, Doctor Pei suddenly fell to the ground.

"Father, what's wrong with you?"

"Uncle Pei, what's wrong with you?"

Doctor Pei did not look at his son, but looked up at Xie Zhifei.

"Chengyu, do you remember that one time, you invited me to have dinner at Chunfeng Tower. That time I felt that Miss Yan's pulse was not right."

Dr. Pei's voice was almost deep in his throat, "I can feel the pulse and it's normal, but I can't tell what the pulse is."

Xie Zhifei sneered: "That's because... you are just a quack."

Pei Yu, who was scolded as a quack, didn't feel angry at all, but his face became increasingly ugly.

"I also said that this girl's body temperature is also abnormal. It is lower than that of normal people. It is cold."

"Uncle Pei, there are people in this world who are not afraid of the cold. You can't say that those people are dead, right?"

"This……"

Pei Yu was also speechless.

"Third Master."

Zhu Yuanmo said in a cowardly tone, "Do you remember that you guys went to Mount Wutai to look for Gengsongsheng, and you were all freezing to death. My second brother said that only Miss Yan was wearing single clothes."

"So what?"

Xie Zhifei said angrily: "I grit my teeth, I can wear a single suit even in winter."

Hey, what are you and I carrying?
Zhu Yuanmo was overwhelmed by this series of rebuttals, "The dead have low temperatures, the dead are not afraid of the cold, and the dead have no breath, do you understand?"

"I don't understand."

Xie Zhifei's eyes were gloomy, "I only know one thing, her pulse is beating. Why don't you find a dead person with a beating pulse to show me?"

"You..." Zhu Yuanmo blushed with anger and wanted to curse.

"Brother Zhu!"

Little Master Pei somehow calmed down suddenly.

"Why did you say she was already dead? Do your Zhu family have any special... abilities?"

"Little Master Pei, what do we do in this line of work?"

"Feng Shui fortune telling."

"Let me ask you, what is life?"

"Life is life!"

"Destiny is the past and the future."

Zhu Yuanmo: "Little Master Pei, do you still remember that you once asked me, how is the feng shui of the Pei family?"

"Remember, you said that kindness is the best feng shui."

"Actually, this is just one of them."

Zhu Yuanmo: "I can get a rough idea of ​​Mr. Pei's destiny without reading his horoscope. Do you know why?"

Pei smiled: "Why?"

"induction."

Zhu Yuanmo: "Each of us has his own luck. Your little Mr. Pei has the luck of the little Mr. Pei, the third master has the luck of the third master, and Miss Li has the luck of Miss Li.

I can sense the luck of each of you, and based on these lucks, I can roughly judge your past and future. "

Pei Xiao frowned: "Is there anyone so awesome?"

"Little Master Pei, without this little bit of wisdom, the Zhu family would not have been able to sit in the Qintian Prison for such a long time."

Zhu Yuanmo: "But from the first moment I saw Miss Yan, I couldn't sense anything from her.

I can't feel her past, and I can't feel her future. The only thing I can feel is coldness. "

Pei Xiao understood.

Zhu Yuanmo couldn't detect bad luck on Yan Sanhe, couldn't calculate the divination, couldn't sense the past and future, and based on these three points, he judged that she was already dead.

"But why can she..."

"Little Master Pei, this is what I am puzzled by. There is no magic pill in this world that can make the dead become alive."

Zhu Yuanmo glanced at Yan Sanhe on the bed and murmured in a low voice: "There must be something I don't know, there must be, there must be!" As he said that, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Xie Zhifei.

"Third brother, Miss Yan has been a life-saving grace to my Zhu family. Just like you, I hope that she will be free from illness and disaster and live a long life!"

The impenetrable wall in Xie Zhifei's heart suddenly collapsed.

He staggered two steps and fell on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the girl on the bed without saying a word.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something and looked towards the window sill.

Beside the window sill, there was only an incense burner with a little incense ashes stacked in it.

The incense is burned out!
……

West Gate.

A carriage sped in, driven by a bald monk. The monk was very tall, with a beard and sharp eyes.

A head poked out from the car curtain, and the facial features on the head were squeezed together in pain.

"Good disciple, slow down, slow down, old monk, all the bones in my body are broken."

"He also said that if you hadn't wasted time by pooping, peeing, crying hungry, and thirsty, we should have entered the city last night."

"As we get older, we can't hold back our excrement and urine. We need to eat when we're hungry and drink water when we're thirsty. Can you blame me? When I was your age..."

"Don't mention it, Lao Huangli, said, Sijiu City is so big, where can we find people?"

"Xie family, by the way, let me take a look at your former sweetheart. To be honest, your sweetheart was really handsome."

"Old! Monk! Shang!"

"Look, look, you get annoyed when I mention my good partner. You still haven't mastered your cultivation. My good disciple, form is emptiness, emptiness is form. Hey, ah, stop the car quickly!"

With a "Oh-", the carriage stopped steadily.

The old monk climbed down from the car.

"Master, why are you going?"

"Ask for directions."

"I'll go!"

The old monk sneered "ha" and said, "You are so handsome that you can easily be seduced by older girls and younger wives."

Beard: "..."

"Amitabha, donor, may I ask how to get to the Bingma Division?"

"..."

"Amitabha, donor, may I ask how to get to the Bingma Division?"

"..."

"Amitabha, donor, may I ask how to get to the Bingma Division?"

"..."

I asked three people in succession, but they all avoided him.

The old monk became angry instantly and said to himself, you ordinary people, all of you look down on others, can't you smell the immortality in me that only took 300 years for an eminent monk to appear?

He simply walked up to a handsome little wife and slapped her butt with his ghost claws.

"The monk is playing hooligan, the monk is playing hooligan... Come on, come on, come on, help!"

"You are still teasing women at your age, you are a bald ass."

"You look vulgar, don't be a fake monk!"

"He must be a fake monk, sending officials to officials!"

"Look, there's an officer patrolling the streets over there!"

"Master, master, come quickly, there is a fake monk here..."

During the push, the fake monk winked at his beloved disciple on the carriage, clasped his hands together and shouted: "Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, who will!"

The disciple covered his forehead with his hands and cursed silently:

"Shame!"

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In Chapter 24 of the book, Yiran wrote: Before leaving Xiejiatun, Yang used three old hens at home to exchange two books with the teacher at the east end of the village, one "Four Books" and one "Five Classics". The Four Books and Five Classics is one book, but I wrote it into two books. In fact, I did it on purpose, with three purposes: one is that Yang is illiterate and was deceived by the teacher; the other is to satirize Mr. Murakami as a liar, and the third is to look at it from another side Ironically, Xie Daozhi would not have succeeded in this life without Yan Xing.

The writing was so obscure that some people felt that the author had no common sense, so they changed it to: "University" and "The Doctrine of the Mean" to clarify it to the girls.

Chapter [-] today, go to the doctor at [-] o'clock, sorry!
(End of this chapter)