The audience was silent.

The girl who had just been restrained in the air by the blue-faced ghost fell straight down, but she didn't notice it, but stared blankly at the other side of the street.

The monk and the town couldn't help turning their heads and looking around.

But seeing a young man in white slowly walked out of the mottled darkness.

There was a faint smile on the boy's face, and his eyes became brighter.

The appearance of this young man made many people in the town feel a little bit silent, because it was not clear whether he was a man or a ghost, an enemy or a friend.

Only the monk was slightly startled, and then took a deep look at the young man.

Naturally, Xue An appeared here.

He followed the monk all the way, and the more he looked at it, the more surprised he became.

Because he always felt that this monk was revealing a little weirdness, but he couldn't say where the weirdness came from.

Therefore, Xue An did not show up and kept watching quietly.

It was not until these few ghosts appeared that Xue An saw the monk rushing up without hesitation, and even prepared to die for the Dharma, so he came forward to help him.

But when Xue An had just walked halfway through the street, the darkness suddenly surged wildly, and then a black light appeared silently on Xue An's side and stabbed straight down.

All this happened so quickly that everyone didn't even react.

But before this black light touched Xue An's body, an invisible pressure suddenly came out, directly shaking the black light into pieces.

There was a miserable howl in the darkness, and then a black light ran straight into the distance.

But before his figure flew far, Xue An raised his hand.

Bang!

This black light burst silently, and scattered into the darkness.

With the disappearance of this black light, the whole town seemed to have broken through a layer of mist. Everyone felt that their chests became loose, and even their breathing became much smoother.

After doing all this, Xue An walked forward and smiled at the monk.

"I didn't expect to see Buddha Xiu here!"

The monk also smiled, then folded his hands together, "Thank you for the donor!"

The food on the table is not so exquisite, it can even be called crude, the pot of wine should be self-brewed muddy wine.

But this is already the best thing that the residents of the town can get.

At this moment, Xue An was sitting in the middle, accompanied by the monk opposite.

The town’s Lizheng and many residents stood in the distance, looking at them with curious eyes.

Among them, Xue An has received the most attention.

After all, the strength he showed just now was too amazing. Although the strength of the few Li ghosts was not too strong, they were also soldiers of the ghost master here, but in front of this young man, they were eliminated without the power to fight back.

Such strength, coupled with his age, naturally made many people curious and amazed.

Xue An ignored these gazes. He gently turned the wine cup in his hand and looked at the monk who was eating slowly and drinking dirty wine on the opposite side, and suddenly smiled.

"Aren't monks not allowed to drink alcohol?"

The monk did not pause, "Since the donor is making offerings, then I will plant a blessed field for them!"

"What if the offering is poison?" Xue An said lightly.

The monk raised his head and looked at Xue An, with a smile, "That's the same!"

Xue An took a deep look at the monk and said, "As far as I know, this world is incompatible with Buddhism and fire and water. There has never been a Buddhism before, and what do you plan to do?"

The monk put down his chopsticks, his expression remained unchanged, but he lowered his eyebrows and said, "The donor is wrong. Buddha cultivation is not incompatible with any world. The incompatibility is always in the human heart!"

Xue An smiled noncommitantly, "Do you think I will believe these clichés?"

The monk also laughed, "The benefactor is a person with great wisdom and great connections. You shouldn't understand these principles!"

Xue An gradually raised his eyebrows and stared at the monk coldly.

The monk laughed harmlessly.

After a while, Xue An narrowed his gaze, "But I don't know your law name!"

The monk was silent for a long time, and then slowly said two words, "Jin Jue!"

"Jin Jue..." Xue An muttered softly several times, then said with a smile but a smile: "Looking at the words and deeds of the little master just now, it seems that I want to save these ghosts?"

"Why not?" Jin Jue raised his eyes and asked.

Xue An looked at the monk who looked plain, but had very clear eyes, and sighed lightly: "I know that your buddhas have always been compassionate, but you must also be aware that the other party is a ghost clan known for being greedy!"

Jin Jue smiled, "In my eyes, there is no difference between ghost and human race!"

Xue An became angry for a while, but quickly leaned back on the chair and said lightly: "You think there is no difference, then what do you think of the previous eating place?"

When Xue An wiped out these Li ghosts, he also absorbed their memories.

Therefore, Xue An knew that the battlefield that he saw just now was not a battlefield, but a food court for ghost masters here.

As for what is a food court...

As the name suggests, this is where the ghost master eats.

This ghost master was transformed by cohesive spirits. He usually likes to **** the souls most, especially the grievances of those who died in battle, so that battlefield became his fixed place to eat.

Because of this, there are so many bones buried below.

Hearing Xue An’s question, Jin Jue was silent for a moment, and then folded his palms together: “It’s not easy to save, but it doesn’t mean there is no hope!”

"It's not easy to save? Haha, have you ever thought about it? This ghost master has been saved, so what about the resentful souls who died in battle? Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha, can the previous account be written off?" Xue An Leng Of course.

Jin Jue shook his head, "What the donor said is wrong. The so-called putting down the butcher knife and becoming a Buddha is just a verse. Buddha cultivation does not have that great power to eliminate your cause and effect, just like what you just said. Yes, even if I save this ghost master, he will have to pay the price for what he did before!"

Xue An did not speak, but leaned on a chair, half of his face hidden in the darkness, quietly watching Jin Jue.

Jin Jue sat there calmly until after a while, Xue An just laughed, "Interesting, this is your way?"

Jin Jue nodded, "Yes!"

"It's hard!"

"But someone has to do it, right?"

Jin Jue is gone!

When he left, he still carried his small bag, which contained a rice bowl and wooden fish. There is nothing else.

The town was sighing, "What a wonderful little master!"

Xue An retracted his gaze and said softly: "Good idea, but unfortunately I didn't find the right way!"

Speaking of this, Xue An showed a meaningful smile, "But I think I will see you again soon!"