Yin Cao's little son-in-law

Anyway, Yan Xiaoxu is also my girlfriend, so of course I'm not happy when he said that.

"Dongzi, she is my girlfriend anyway, so you are not allowed to slander her."

Pei Xudong's eyes were as wide as copper bells.

Shaking my arm vigorously, Pei Xudong seemed to be stimulated by something.

"Yan Xiaoxu isn't just a dishonest person, to be exact, she's not human!"

With that said, the whole person squatted on the ground as if deflated.

With the appearance of a little daughter-in-law who has been wronged, she said with snot and tears.

"As for it? How could it be so mysterious?" I replied thoughtfully.

After all, this matter is not yet conclusive, and I dare not say for sure.

Seeing me like this, Pei Xudong pointed to his nose and said, "You still don't believe me?"

Then Pei Xudong stretched out two arms to show me, there were bloody handprints on them, and when he lifted the vest, there was a black pawprint on his back.

"You've seen it all, it's all done by your baby Yan Xiaoxu."

Pei Xudong's funny look made me almost forget what I was here for.

"Pull it down, no matter how you say it, you kid was the president of the school's martial arts association back then. Even if Yan Xiaoxu is stronger, he can make you like this."

I said in disbelief.

"Shit."

"Last night, I said something bad about Yan Xiaoxu. Five minutes after I hung up the phone, something was knocking on the window. I poked my head in and took a look. Guess what?"

I took a sip of plain water, suppressed my shock, and continued to listen to Pei Xudong's bizarre incident last night.

"I saw a blood head, a blood head without a body hanging on my window, I was so scared that my eggs shrank!"

"Then, the whole room was full of weird laughter. I took out the kitchen knife and tried to do my best, but the lights flickered on and off. I was slapped on the face and scratched several times for no reason. In the end, the whole room was shocked. Occupied with that stuff."

I frowned and asked curiously, "What is it?"

"Dirty things!"

"Blue-faced and long-toothed, with a body but no head, with a head but no body."

"Then how do you know that Yan Xiaoxu did it?"

Hearing what I said, Pei Xudong tremblingly took out his mobile phone from his pocket, clicked on the text message, and a text message from Yan Xiaoxu popped up on the screen.

"Pei Xudong, if you dare to speak ill of me again, I will make you live in hell every day."

Rather offend a gentleman than a woman.

What's more, this woman is Yan Xiaoxu, who is as narrow-minded as a needle's eye.

I supported Pei Xudong to sit on the sofa, and the two troubled brothers held plain water and drank it vigorously.

After a while, my bladder tightened before I stopped drinking water.

"Dongzi, are you feeling better?"

"good."

Taking advantage of Pei Xudong's calm state, I took out my trendy mobile phone and told him what happened last night.

After listening, Pei Xudong's face turned livid again.

He picked up the water and took another sip.

"Tong Ling, let me tell you, your wife is not human."

"Your wife is not human." I reflexively said.

But it fell silent again immediately, and they were right.

Yan Xiaoxu is not a human being, we have basically reached a consensus.

"Forget it. After all, Yan Xiaoxu is your girlfriend. Even if you are really dead, you can still be a pair of ghost ducks. Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai even turned into moths to make fun of them."

With Pei Xudong's gloating attitude, I really want to pick up the kitchen knife on the ground and chop it on his head.

"Okay, are you talking sarcasticly? If I die, I will bring a group of friends to chat with you every day, and have sex with you every day to see if you are happy."

Obviously overshadowed by what happened last night, Pei Xudong said hastily.

"Don't, don't, brother, let me make a mistake."

Pei Xudong thought for a while and said: "I have no other way. Most of the Taoist monks on the market are fake, and there are not many real monks and Taoists who have Buddhism and Taoism. In this way, Jingtai Temple in Shinan District Wu Neng, the presiding officer, I heard that he is an eminent monk, if I take you to ask him, maybe there is a way to cure Yan Xiaoxu."

"Wu Neng? Why isn't it called Ba Jie?"

"Anytime, you're still joking. Master Wu Neng only sees someone with predestined relationship. Maybe he is willing to help you."

But Pei Xudong's words are not without reason.

In this state now, he can only pray to the Buddha, and treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

But I'm still a little worried about Yan Xiaoxu, if she is really a dirty thing, and she is beaten to death by Master Bajie, a nine-toothed nail rake, I really can't bear it.

"You said Master Bajie wouldn't really clean up Yan Xiaoxu, right?"

"Let me stress it to you again, his name is Wu Neng, not Ba Jie. Besides, you don't really want to have a chat with Yan Xiaoxu, do you? Ning Caichen and Nie Xiaoqian, your looks are not good enough."

"I am the number one handsome man in Yan Xia, so no rebuttal is allowed."

The two of us took the No. [-] bus to Jingtai Temple in Shinan District.

After going there, I found that the temple was really full of incense, and countless people came to pray for Buddha.

In order to evade fares, and of course the ultimate goal is to find Master Bajie, Pei Xudong and I climbed over the back courtyard wall and came to a meditation room.

"Master Bajie, are you there?"

"Master Bajie?"

"It's Master Wu Neng, if you talk nonsense again, be careful that his disciples beat you out with sticks."

Pei Xudong and I searched for a long time, only to see a monk who was beaten like a pig's head and came out from behind tremblingly.

Seeing the two of us, it was like seeing a ghost, and immediately ran aside.

"Master, master, Bajie, don't run away."

I shouted loudly, but the monk didn't care at all until Pei Xudong stopped in front of him.

The monk looked at us with fear on his face, and said something tremblingly.

"Two benefactors, I can't help you with your favor. You should leave quickly. Buddhist Pure Land, people like you should not stay for long."

Hearing this, I was puzzled.

"What's the matter, monk, we just asked you to ask something. If you can help us, it's not like we don't give you money for sesame oil."

As a result, the monk faltered on the spot.

"Benefactor, if you want money, tell me the amount, and I will transfer the money to you immediately."

As he spoke, the monk took out his mobile phone from his pocket and found out the payment QR code.

"Sir, how much do you want, you can sweep it yourself."

It is probably the first time that the old monk has given money to a pilgrim after so many years of relationship.

I pushed the other person's phone and took out my own.

When the old monk saw the phone, he almost knelt down on the spot.

"Amitabha, benefactor, for the sake of the Buddha, please forgive me this time."

"Master, what is it that you are so afraid of?"

Hearing what I said, the old monk tremblingly took out a bloody ghost painting talisman from the bedside.

It is vaguely my profile picture!