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Chen Jian put on his clothes and quickly brought Wang Ye over. If he went over there himself, who knows if he could tear down this entire hotel.

The door opened, and the sound of wooden fish could be heard from inside the room. Wang Ye walked in and saw that the monk was leaning against the sofa with his eyes closed, continuously beating the wooden fish in his hands.

"You dog, hurry up and calm down or I'll beat you to death!" Ah Sheng was the first to be unhappy.

"Yo!" You all were saved by me, how can you all be treating your savior like this? " The monk smiled and said, "Give me the sariras, I definitely won't stay here for another minute."

Wang Ye didn't plan to give him the sariras, they were his own possessions. Although they weren't of much use, they could still be sold for a lot of money.

Why should he give it to the monk? If this guy were to use some powerful magic to exchange for it, then the sariras would be fine.

"The precious sariras of the buddhist faith belongs to the buddhist faith." The old Daoist opened his mouth and said, "Just give it to him. It won't have much of an effect if he stays with you."

"I'm not interested! Bite me! " Wang Ye was too lazy to listen to the old Taoist's words.

The sariras had a lot of spiritual energy, and the spiritual energy in the city was very thin. Relying on the sariras, the spiritual energy in the body would be replenished faster, so this was a treasure.

The monk suddenly opened his eyes wide and said, "How are you willing to give me the sariras?"

Wang Ye suddenly thought of many weird pranks on this monk, and said: "Unless you are vulgar."

The monk fell back onto the sofa. This fellow was too ruthless. If he were to leave the buddhist hall, then what was the use of having a sariras? He simply could not return to report!

Actually, Wang Ye was already thinking about what kind of a monk it was like to eat meat. He could even take him to have a great health care and let the monk teach him powerful spells so that he could easily subdue evil spirits in the future.

"If I don't have the sariras, I'm afraid something big will happen." The monk said with a serious expression.

"None of my business!" Wang Ye did not continue to listen to his story, he only said: "Chen Jian, arrange a better room for him, if you knock again, I will break both of your hands!"

If a monk meets a scoundrel, there is no way to be reasonable! Seeing that everyone had left, the monk's eyes turned empty.

"Master, who do you think has the sariras in their hands? That person has a buddhist destiny, but I don't think so!" The monk said to himself.

Returning to the hotel, Wang Ye thought of Liu Hong. After sleeping for an entire night, this brat had woken up, so he was no longer afraid of what happened last night.

Liu Hong came to the suite and said: "Mr. Wang, please come to my house to visit Feng Shui again today."

Still looking? Wang Ye was not ready yet, what if there were more ghosts?

He made up his mind that he didn't have any powerful magic to deal with the evil spirits and would never help others look at Feng Shui in the future. Otherwise, he would die for an unknown reason.

Liu Hong looked at the other people, they did not want to go back either. Ah Sheng immediately laid down and pretended that he was injured.

"Let me go with you!" The monk said with a wig in his hand.

In Liu Hong's eyes, he was an existence that was like a savior. He could deal with evil spirits with just a few chants.

The monk knew that this house was not simple. It was just that at night, he was too busy saving people to check what was inside the house.

"Chen Jian, help me prepare the cinnabar and black dog blood. I'll go take a look at Liu Hong's house first." Wang Ye felt more and more that this was fishy.

According to common sense, the house had good feng shui, so what went wrong?

The monk looked through the rearview mirror and saw Wang Ye following them. The corners of his mouth raised slightly and he said: "Benefactor Liu, have you killed anyone by accident?"

After he said that, Liu Hong's expression tensed up, and the car almost hit the side of the road. After he stabilized the car, he wiped the sweat off his forehead and said: "Master, you … You have to save me! "

Liu Hong did not sleep for the whole night. I didn't expect her to be in the house.

"If I'm not wrong, is it an earth burial?" The monk said, "And there is a willow tree in front of the grave? Is the poplar tree by the roadside?"

Indeed! What the monk said was accurate, it was also what Liu Hong had met with a wandering expert who guided him. That person said that he definitely could not cremate this corpse.

At that time, that expert said that if the corpse was cremated, it would attract Meng Sha, a nightmare that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

"There must be something wrong with the grave." The monk said.

"Master, is that evil ghost already gone?" Liu Hong asked.

"No, it's just her body. Her real source spirit hasn't been destroyed yet, so it won't be long before she regains her soul and comes looking for you." The monk explained.

"So he's going to the cemetery next, right?" Wang Ye earnestly looked in the direction of the car.

Suddenly, the black Cadillac turned around and sped towards the suburbs. Wang Ye glanced at Ah Sheng and said, "Wait for me there when we reach our destination."

This wraith was really abnormal. Wang Ye previously thought that it was only a problem with the feng shui of Liu Hong's family, but now it seemed that it was not that simple.

"Old man, do you have any reward for me taking care of that evil ghost?" Wang Ye took the initiative to speak.

"I'm afraid that you won't be able to truly control your current cultivation. I'll give you a set of Flying Needle Technique, combined with your hidden weapon techniques, this technique will definitely suit you." The old Daoist laughed and said.

Wang Ye closed his eyes and immediately began to digest the memories the old Dao had given him. A milky-white dot of light sank into his sea of consciousness and a warm feeling spread through his entire body.

Flying Needle Technique, this technique was not bad, whether it was fighting or dealing with ghosts, they were all powerful.

If cultivated to a certain degree, combined with inner force, it could easily pierce through dirt and rocks, and with good luck, it could instantly kill evil spirits.

He chanted an incantation and held the golden needle in his hand. The old Daoist hurriedly reminded him, "Your cultivation is not high enough. You cannot use it unless it's a critical moment. Furthermore, you can only use your ability once."

Wang Ye nodded his head and kept the golden needles. As he was chanting the incantation, the energy in his body unconsciously gathered onto his fingers. If he used everything he had, it would draw out all of his spirit energy and stamina.

If he had had this Flying Needle Technique last night, he would not have been in such a difficult situation.

"Old man, just how many good stuff do you have left? Hurry up and give it to me!" Wang Ye's eyes revealed greed.

"Cough cough!" When your cultivation level rises, I will teach you spells. There are many spells that your body cannot handle, and if you use them, your body will explode. " The old Daoist said.

It seems that Wang Ye had to serve the Old Daoist well in this short period of time. This fellow had indeed hidden many good things that had not been passed on to him.