"Master, what happened?"

It seems that in Yan Chixia's eyes, only Daoyuan is worthy of respect.

"Amitabha, it must be one of my young friends who has gone missing."

Then he addressed the other reincarnators.

“Mr. Zhao and Mr. Xu can come with me. Everyone else can stay in the temple and shout loudly if anything happens.”

He then nodded to Zhao Gang, who pulled the reluctant Xu Liya along, and together with Dao Yuan, they jogged in the direction they had just come from.

"Master, I'm going too!"

Yan Chixia quickly caught up with Daoyuan and the other two, and together they headed towards the woods.

...

Chen Sheng felt a sense of comfort throughout his body, and his vigorous thrusts against the two snow-white petals created ripples.

Just as he was about to hug the other person tightly, he heard the clear sound of bells.

Subconsciously looking in the direction of the sound, I noticed that Xu Liya was wearing a silver bell ring on her left ankle.

Before I could even think about what was wrong, a whooshing sound came from behind.

Turning around, Chen Sheng's eyes widened in horror as a long, terrifying, bright red tongue was nearly a foot long!

"Ah~ Ooh..."

His shout was cut off before he could even get up.

His limbs convulsed violently, and his body shriveled up at a visible speed, quickly turning into a dried-up corpse.

...

Daoyuan, Yan Chixia, and the others quickly leaped across the distance, covering such a short distance in just a few breaths.

Yan Chixia was surprised that Zhao Gang's "martial arts" were so good that he could keep up with him and Master Daoyuan while carrying a person.

The group arrived at the spot where Xu Liya relieved herself, and the faint stench indicated that this was the place.

But Chen Sheng is nowhere to be seen.

At that moment, Daoyuan's ears twitched, and he heard a faint sound.

"there!"

With that, he leaped forward, creating two craters in the ground beneath his feet, and his body shot out like a cannonball at an even faster speed than before.

Startled, Yan Chixia activated his sword technique and barely managed to keep up, while Zhao Gang lagged behind by a few steps.

In the shadowy woods, branches and leaves swayed in the breeze, creating an eerie and terrifying atmosphere, as if countless demons and monsters were mocking the group.

When Zhao Gang arrived, Dao Yuan was chanting sutras with his hands clasped together, while Yan Chixia was staring at the ground with a furrowed brow.

Ah~~~

"Shut up!"

Zhao Gang yelled at her, and she was so frightened that she shut up.

On the ground lay a completely desiccated corpse, not unlike those people whose life essence had been drained in movies.

The mummified corpse's clothing and the digital watch on its wrist hinted at its identity.

Meanwhile, the mummified corpse was slowly turning into pus and seeping into the earth as the chanting continued.

After he completely disappeared, Daoyuan opened his eyes.

"Amitabha! What a powerful ghost! What an arrogant demon!"

Yan Chixia remained silent.

These ghosts have become increasingly rampant lately, and they seem to be getting stronger.

A short, sharp cry came from afar, almost inaudible, but this time, in addition to Dao Yuan, Yan Chixia and Zhao Gang also heard it.

"Let's go, to the river!"

The clear stream meandered along, and the campfire beside it hadn't completely died down.

When the group arrived, Xiahou the swordsman had already turned into a dried-up corpse, just like Chen Sheng.

This time, Daoyuan did not take it upon himself to chant scriptures and convert people.

Yan Chixia looked at the clothes and sword belonging to his old rival beside him and walked to the mummified corpse with a sigh.

"Brother Xiahou, you had such great ambitions in life, but after death you're nothing but a stinking carcass. Why bother with such petty concerns!"

"I won't let you die in the wilderness!"

As he spoke, he picked up Xiahou the swordsman's mummified corpse.

Xu Liya subconsciously let out a soft "Hey~".

As Yan Chixia looked at her, the dried corpse in his hand suddenly opened its eyes and "came to life," making a sound like it wanted to suck his life essence.

"Um!?"

Yan Chixia pushed the mummified corpse aside, and at that moment Daoyuan, the monk, flicked his robe sleeve, sending the corpse flying with a "bang" and crashing it onto the riverbank.

Yan Chixia glared angrily at the still-grotesque, maniacal corpse not far away.

"Xiahou, you're incorrigible! Even in death you still want to fight me!"

As he spoke, he took out a yellow talisman, chanted an incantation, and threw the talisman at the mummified corpse like a hidden weapon.

A burst of flames suddenly erupted.

"This old demon is too powerful and too arrogant!"

Yan Chixia was still furious.

"Master Daoyuan, how about we join forces to get rid of this old monster?"

Having witnessed two bloody incidents in succession, and with the eminent monk Daoyuan and a group of equally extraordinary individuals present, Yan Chixia conceived the idea of ​​dealing with the old demon even earlier than in the movie.

"Amitabha! The demons are so rampant. Although they only operate within and outside Lanruo Temple, they will surely bring disaster to the world sooner or later. This old monk should do his best to help. Let's return to the temple first and discuss this further tomorrow!"

"good!"

When the group returned to Lanruo Temple, the reincarnators all gathered around, including Ning Caichen, who apparently came out as well, presumably because one of the reincarnators had told him about Lanruo Temple.

Zhao Gang shook his head at everyone.

"Chen Sheng is dead, drained of his life force. From now on, anyone who needs to go to the toilet must do so under someone's nose. Don't be shy, understand?"

No one dared to object when their lives were at stake. Judging from what just happened, even Master Daoyuan couldn't react in time when the old monster was harming people. No one dared to harbor any illusions anymore.

Ning Caichen only understood half of what he heard from the beginning, and he didn't understand many of the terms.

Later, they learned that two people had died there, and that the group seemed to be looking for the killer.

"If someone dies, you have to report it to the authorities! You can't try to settle this privately!"

Yan Chixia glanced at him. He knew this scholar was kind-hearted, but a bit foolish. He shook his head and went back into the house.

The reincarnators had no intention of responding to him.

Only Daoyuan smiled and said this to him.

"Mr. Ning's kindness is admirable, but the government cannot handle this matter. You should go back to your room and go to sleep. Do not open the door if you hear any noise at night. Amitabha!"

Ning Caichen watched everyone enter, muttering to himself.

"They're all so strange!"

...

On the other side, the Tree Demon Granny absorbed the life essence of the two people and ate their hearts, feeling quite satisfied.

As it shaved its teeth, it kept replaying that strange dream in its mind.

Strangely, as the feeling of fullness intensified, the more it recalled the dream, the more it seemed to fade.

This gives it the illusion that something very important is about to disappear.

"Grandma, that old monk and the bearded man almost caught us! It was so dangerous!"

Xiaoqing interrupted her grandmother's thoughts with a coquettish cry.

Grandma's androgynous voice was unusually kind.

"Yes, you two did a great job tonight. If only your other sisters were half as easy to manage as you!"

"Don't worry, I'll take care of those two guys sooner or later!"

"Xiaoqian, you're getting married to the Black Mountain Demon in a few days. When he comes to the wedding, I'll ask him to help me out. We'll team up and take care of that old monk and that stinky Taoist priest together!"