After the abusive husband became enlightened, the fox demon master turned black

Chapter 16 Sixteen, Ghost Lord

After a long silence, Sang Mo asked again: "How are you, monk? Can you still persist?"

The monk closed his eyes, tore open his clothes, and then tied himself to the cage with strips of cloth.

"Donor, don't worry, this poor monk is definitely not a prodigal."

Sang Mo smiled bitterly again, "I'm sure you're not."

If even this monk can be considered a disciple, then there will be no decent people in this world.

After Sang Mo sneered, she felt a surge of heat in her body. She quickly bit the tip of her tongue and began to divert her attention, "Monk, where do you come from?"

"No Prime Minister Country, Golden Light Temple."

"If I have the chance, I will definitely visit your temple."

"Must have."

"..."

Gradually, Sang Mo's words began to become irrelevant. She began to glance at the monk's strong chest muscles intentionally or unintentionally, and her eyes became more and more fiery.

"Why don't we try?"

For a long time after the words were spoken, Sang Mo didn't react. It wasn't until he heard the monk reciting the Qingxin Jue again that Sang Mo suddenly came to his senses.

Her face turned red and she couldn't sit still anymore. She struggled hard to sit up straight and began to knock on the iron cage again and again.

"Bastard, let me out!"

Just to divert attention, Sang Mo lost his strength after a few pats.

She turned to look at the monk again and saw two blood stains hanging under the monk's nose.

"Hey, you have a nosebleed."

The monk raised his hand to wipe away the nosebleed, "It's okay."

Sang Mo was about to cry, "Do you think we will die here?"

"I don't want to die, I still have some very important things to complete." Sang Mo muttered, and suddenly thought of Shen Yanqing, "No, Master..., even if I die, I have to send Master back first. Go to the realm of cultivation and then die..."

"Master..."

Sang Mo murmured to herself, and the next second she suddenly saw a sharp figure from the corner of her eye, and her eyes widened suddenly.

I saw Shen Yanqing dressed in white and stepping on the Xiangyun Sword, coming menacingly.

In the dim ghost world, his arrival illuminated the surroundings like a beam of light, and also illuminated Sang Mo's desperate heart.

"Shen Yanqing!" Sang Mo shouted weakly.

Shen Yanqing looked up, and after seeing the surrounding scene clearly, a flash of danger flashed in his eyes.

He stepped forward and smashed the iron cage with one palm, then pulled Sang Mo behind him.

Guan Nan was knocked to the ground by the residual power of the palm and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Sang Mo felt weak all over and could only hold on to Shen Yanqing's clothes to stand up.

She panted and poked her head out from behind Shen Yanqing, "Monk, are you okay? He just didn't control his strength well, it wasn't intentional."

Guan Nan reluctantly sat up, clasped his hands and performed a Buddhist salute to Shen Yanqing, "I would like to thank the benefactor for saving me, poor monk."

Shen Yanqing: "..." In fact, he did it on purpose.

Before he could react, the altar suddenly shook, the floor receded, and an oversized red coffin quickly rose. At the same time, the coffin lid fell from the sky, and the three of them were put into the coffin before they had time to dodge.

The coffin shrank freely and was impregnable. It looked like a top-notch magic weapon. Shen Yanqing thought and wanted to take a closer look at the secrets inside.

Unexpectedly, the coffin suddenly shrank and squeezed the three people tightly together.

Suddenly, Shen Yanqing's face darkened as he was in close contact with two hot bodies.

Especially since these two people were both on the charm drug.

But as soon as he thought that if he didn't come, only Sang Mo and a strange man would be locked up in the coffin, he felt that the trip was worthwhile.

Shen Yanqing silently stretched out his arm to separate Sang Mo from the monk.

Because it was too crowded, the movement was more like he was holding Sang Mo in his arms.

It should have been extremely ambiguous, but there was another hot body behind him.

After feeling the monk's abnormality, Shen Yanqing gritted his teeth and shouted in a low voice: "Can't you just turn around?!"

"..." Sang Mo understood instantly. She blushed instantly and lowered her head in annoyance.

It's all because of those little fairies, who usually drag her to read some unhealthy painting books, causing her mind to be filled with filthy things. Looking at Shen Yanqing and Guan Nan, she always feels that they are a good match.

Will she have to call Guan Nan "Master's Wife" from now on?

Guan Nan was a simple-minded person. He just thought it was the smell of sweat on his body that made Shen Yanqing uncomfortable, so he quickly began to apologize, "I haven't bathed for many days. I ask the donor to atone for his sins."

"........."

This time Shen Yanqing collapsed even more.

Sang Mo once again condemned himself and prayed to God to forgive his dirty soul.

"All magical weapons have weak points. As long as they are found and destroyed, you can escape." Shen Yanqing said: "Turn around and look for it."

Only then did Guan Nan take the order and turned over in the small space.

Shen Yanqing finally breathed a sigh of relief. If there wasn't Sang Mo beside him, he would have punched him hard.

While several people were concentrating on looking for weak points, a ghost hand suddenly passed through the coffin.

It kept groping in the darkness, as if looking for something.

Sang Mo made a quick decision and grabbed the hand.

The touch is very delicate, like a woman's hand.

The owner of that hand seemed to dare not hurt Sang Mo, but when Shen Yanqing was about to take action, he suddenly put his other hand into the coffin and grabbed him fiercely.

Shen Yanqing was squeezed into a small space and could not move, and his ribs were stabbed through by the ghost's hand.

He kept silent, but Sang Mo quickly noticed it, and she exclaimed, "Monk, grab her hand!"

The monk reacted quickly and immediately reached out to grasp the bloody hand firmly.

Now the two hands of the female ghost outside were fixed.

Shen Yanqing made a secret gesture and struck hard at the ghost's position.

The coffin exploded instantly.

Several people stood on the altar again, with a woman in red in front of them.

She is extremely beautiful, with long hair hanging down like fine silk, willow-leaf eyebrows, and a small cherry mouth.

A pair of loving almond-shaped eyes froze immediately after seeing Shen Yanqing's face clearly.

An ethereal female voice sounded, "Yunge, Yunge, is that you?"

Sang Mo thought to himself: Is this the bad Taoist lord that the child said?Looking at it like this, she is the master’s wife, right?

I originally thought I would see a scene of handsome men and beautiful women hugging each other and crying. Unexpectedly, the next moment, Shen Yanqing stabbed his sword directly.

"........."

The woman never expected that Shen Yanqing would do such a thing and was stabbed through the chest.

Her beautiful eyes widened, "Yunge, I was wrong. I didn't know it was you. Can you forgive me for once?"

Shen Yanqing glanced at the woman with indifferent eyes, and coldly withdrew the sword.

A line of blood and tears slid down the woman's cheek, "That's right, you probably don't remember me anymore."

As she spoke, she turned to look at Sang Mo and said sadly: "Is this your little apprentice in heaven?"

Little disciple in heaven? !
Sang Mo was stunned for a moment, then stepped forward and grabbed the female ghost's hand to transfer her spiritual power, "What did you say? Yun Ge? Who is Yun Ge?"

The female ghost did not answer Sang Mo's question, and kept staring at Shen Yanqing.

Seeing that her vital signs were getting weaker and weaker, Sang Mo had no choice but to use the mind-catching technique to explore her memory.

Sang Mo closed his eyes slightly, and as the soul-obsessing technique probed deeper, a picture suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

It was the appearance of a Taoist temple, where Sanqing Zhenren was worshiped, and women in Taoist robes bent down to worship.

"Tai Shang Tai Xing. Constant response. Exorcise evil spirits and trap evil spirits. Protect life and body. Wisdom is clear and pure. Peace of mind. Three souls are eternal. Soul has no loss." She closed her eyes slightly and recited the meditation mantra.

The wooden door behind him was suddenly kicked open. Sang Mo turned his head following the woman and saw five or six men in armor.

Their faces, covered in blood and stained with dirt, showed an expression of surprise after seeing the Taoist nun.

(End of this chapter)