Walking Corpse: Witched Doctor Family

Faang Wei and Shang Que walked in. Maybe it was because it was early in the morning, but there were still no tourists in the temple, and a painted Bodhisattva was inside the hall. Just like the other temples, a contribution box was placed in front of them, filled with scattered bills.

A person walked out from behind and saw Faang Wei. "I didn't expect someone to come this early.

Faang Wei noticed that there was a sweet scar on the monk's head. Faang Wei had read about it in a book and this was the Heart Cleansing Ring, any monk who had a scar on their head would never be able to return to normal. Faang Wei had actually seen a real monk, a fake monk had seen many fake ones, but it was the first time he had truly seen a monk with a scar on his head.

The monk laughed and said, "You woke up early in the morning and had nothing to do, so you played the zither and made me a joke."

"I won't," Faang Wei said as he shook his hand, "You played so well."

The monk laughed and said, "If the two of you are interested, let's go to the backyard and talk slowly. How about it?"

Shang Que immediately asked: Do I need money?

"I'm from the same family, and money is just worldly possessions. What need do you have for money? I just want to be friends with you two. Since you heard me play the zither, then it means that we are fated to be together."

"That's not for sure. Everything in the temple needs money, I'm not going to be tricked by you." Shang Que pouted, the monk's face sank, he was obviously unhappy.

"Shang Que, don't talk nonsense," Faang Wei said. "Since we have nothing better to do, why don't we go in and play.

"Who knows?" Shang Que said, "The bad guy's words haven't even been written on his face."

Seeing that Shang Que did not agree, Faang Wei could only laugh: "We still have things to do, so we will not disturb you, my apologies."

"What a pity." He did not force them to stay, and just as he walked to the door, Hua Nongyue coincidentally brought a few girls in chattering. Seeing the monk, he took out a hundred dollars and laughed: "Master, quickly give me a divination, among these three, who will be my girlfriend in the future."

Seeing Hua Nongyue being so generous, the monk brought Hua Nongyue to the back hall and laughed, "It just so happens that the two of you are here too. Come come come and go, let's play, please Great Master see if you have the life of husband and wife, don't worry, I will pay."

Shang Que and Faang Wei smiled as they entered, the rear hall was a very clean and small house, with a guqin in the middle, and even lit an incense, which showed that this monk was someone who valued quality of life, Hua Nongyue went in and sat on a chair, and extended his hands: "Master, do you want to look at the palm print or count as eight characters?"

"I'm sorry, but I'm not an ordinary martial arts practitioner. Even if I don't look at my palm, it doesn't count as anything."

"Then you …" Hua Nongyue became interested, and said: "Then what are you doing? Looking at your appearance, are you going to take apart the words, or do you want the Tarot Medallion to be your constellation?"

"Destiny is preordained by the heavens, this humble monk cannot make the decision."

You monk, I've already donated a hundred yuan. Now that you're done, I won't give you anything to do with it. No wonder my mom said that the temple is the darkest. Forget it, I'll just treat it as buying a coffin for you. Let's go." Hua Nongyue stood up and brought along a few girls who were about to leave. Seeing that Faang Wei had no intention of leaving, he said, "What are you waiting for, this monk is not a good thing. Quickly go to the top of the mountain.

One of the girls seemed to be interested in that zither and said, "Since there's nothing else, I'll try this zither." With that, he sat down impolitely.

"Can you play?" Hua Nongyue laughed.

"What a joke! Three years ago, I was already taking the fourth level of the zither test, okay?" The girl wanted to show off in front of Hua Nongyue, and sat straight up.

"Clang!" Hua Nongyue pointed at the girl and said, "This is the level 4 of the zither, I'm going to die from laughter. You must have looked for someone to take the test for you."

The girl immediately blushed and said, "I …" I... There's something wrong with this guqin. There must be a problem. "

The monk walked over and said, "This is Qing Hu. It's just that she looks a little similar to the zither, so it's normal for this young lady to misunderstand. " The monk fiddled with the instrument, and the sound of the instrument immediately became melodious, extremely pleasant to the ears.

"I can't see that you really have some ability," Hua Nongyue said in excitement. "How about this, since you took one hundred yuan from me, or if you gave me a fortune telling me, you can just give me a few bullets and I'll pay you back at the time."

The monk laughed, "Sure." Faang Wei sat down and strummed the zither, playing out a bright note. Faang Wei's heart stirred as he listened by the side, and his eyes narrowed slightly, speaking to the music rhythm, in addition to the girl whose zither was past level 4, everyone else in the music industry were all outsiders, but they still had basic musical skills. When the monk strummed the zither, using the lost finger technique, the sound of the zither suddenly became sonorous and powerful. The zither music once again rose up like a torrential torrent, as if thousands of men and horses were rushing forward, like arrows piercing through the air, metal and stone intersecting. Everyone present was completely mesmerized by the beautiful music.

"Clang!" Especially Hua Nongyue who was the most pleased with himself, as his two palms were almost going to turn red. Faang Wei also shook his head and said: "Teacher, with your skills, you have truly buried such a talent here."

The monk smiled and said, "Everyone has their own ambitions. I think it's good here. At least the air is fresh."

Just then, Hua Nongyue's phone rang, it was the class monitor who called to urge them to leave. Hua Nongyue stood up and said: "Faang Wei, let's go, the class monitor is urging us to leave."

Faang Wei could only get up and take his leave, they immediately rushed to the mountain top.

After organizing a few games in class on the mountain, it was almost noon, and the students who were tired of playing could go down the mountain in groups of twos and threes. It was rare for them to have a day together, while the male students would fight with each other at the Internet Cafe for a few rounds, while the female students would race to the end of the day to go shopping. Faang Wei did not have any hobbies with him, so he wandered around Yue Yang for a long time.

"I wonder if that master is still here." Faang Wei thought, then walked in. The temple was not full of fire, and a temple that did not know fortune and did not care much, to become stronger was very difficult here, the monk was cleaning the floor, seeing that Faang Wei had arrived, he immediately went to welcome him, and laughed: "It's going down the mountain."

"Master, do you still remember me?" Faang Wei said happily in his heart, "Yes, there's nothing to play on the mountain anyway, so I came here to talk with Master. To be honest, Master, you play really well, it's just that …"

"Just what …" The monk smiled.

"That's right, even I can't say it out loud. In short, I feel that the zither music seems to be filled with a strong killing intent."

The monk put down the broom in his hand, looked at Faang Wei carefully a few times, and said: "You can actually hear me? I'll play another one to see if you can hear me. " The monk obviously found a good friend, and was in high spirits as he brought Faang Wei in.

Shang Que held onto Faang Wei, and said: "Don't go."

Faang Wei was stunned. "Why?"

"I keep having the feeling that this monk is a bit strange. Anyway, we should head back earlier. The sky is about to turn dark."

"What's the rush," Faang Wei said. "Why don't you go back first, I'll be back later. Don't worry, I'll definitely be back for dinner."

Shang Que thought for a bit, seeing that Faang Wei had such an interest, he could only nod his head and follow Faang Wei in.

The monk poured Faang Wei and Shang Que a cup of green tea, lit an incense and said: "I will now play you a tune that I rarely play, to see if you will be able to hear it."

Faang Wei nodded his head repeatedly, the monk placed the zither down, took a deep breath, and then began to move the zither smoothly. Suddenly, the zither music changed and the monk's fingers quickly played on the zither, the zither music was sharp and high-pitched, the music music changed again and became gloomy and gloomy, as though he was crying …

Shang Que stood up, and increased his strength. However, Faang Wei remained indifferent, and even pointed at the monk's nose and scolded him: "Monk, who are you, what kind of spell did you cast on Faang Wei!"

"Such a small zombie, how dare you act impudently in front of me!" The monk suddenly revealed a sly look and waved his hand fiercely. Shang Que felt pain and fell to the ground.

Ah!" Shang Que felt the world spinning around him as his entire body fell onto the ground. Raising his eyes, he saw a change in everything in front of him, and how was this even inside the temple? It was obvious that he was in front of a desolate and lonely grave, where ghost fires were burning, and other than this faint and scattered light, he could not even see his fingers when he stretched out his hand. The monk on the other hand was sitting alone in front of the tombstone with his hand on the zither.

As for Faang Wei, he sat crossed legged in front of the grave, completely indifferent, completely captivated by the sound of the zither, and didn't even know where he was!

"Faang Wei, Faang Wei!" Shang Que struggled to stand up and tried to pull Faang Wei away, but Faang Wei seemed to have been possessed and turned a deaf ear, he was still immersed in the intoxicating sound of the zither.

"Quickly come back with me, Faang Wei … What happened to you... Monk, what Tao Method did you use on Faang Wei!? "

"I am playing the zither with Faang Wei here, why would you, a little zombie, ruin our mood!" The monk used his hands to stroke the zither strings, as though an invisible force had struck out, and once again knocked Shang Que down to the ground!