Ji Ming opened the door and saw Lin Shuangmu, so he asked, "Miss Lin, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"Didn't you pick up a woman yesterday?" Lin Shuangmu then told him everything that happened to him when he met the woman today.

Jiming listened carefully.

After listening to it, he nodded and said, "Next time, Miss Lin, don't hesitate, just come to me directly, I won't mind."

"Well, that's good." Lin Shuangmu smiled.

The two of them walked out together.

"Monk, what should we do next?" Lin Shuangmu thought about it and decided to ask the monk for his opinion, "Should we pretend to be the sister's grandmother and track down the murderer?"

Ji Ming held a sandalwood Buddhist bead in his hand and said, "I need to go over and take a look first."

"Yeah." Lin Shuangmu nodded.

The two men arrived at a few houses away.

"Young Master, Miss Lin, you are here." The woman happily welcomed them in. "It's time to eat. Let's eat together."

"Who's here?" An old and slightly harsh voice came from inside.

The woman hurriedly said, "Mom, I invited the young master to come over for dinner."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the monk and Lin Shuangmu and said, "Young Master and Miss Lin, please come in."

"Thank you." Ji Ming accepted it quickly.

Lin Shuangmu stopped hesitating and followed him in.

"Wait a minute, monk, take a look at what's different about that old lady." Lin Shuangmu whispered beside Jiming.

Jiming nodded, looking casual.

Next to the dining table, there is a simple wooden table and some stools that look like they have been in disrepair for a long time.

There were a few plates of simple food on the table.

"It's a little simple, but please don't mind, young master and Miss Lin." The woman wiped the water stains on her hands with a bit of restraint.

On the other side, a gray-haired old man was eating with an expressionless face.

Lin Shuangmu looked at the old man, and suddenly the old man's turbid and mean eyes looked at her, almost scaring Lin Shuangmu.

"Hi?" Lin Shuangmu raised his hand awkwardly and greeted.

The old woman just nodded expressionlessly.

It seemed as if Jiming was not here to see if there was anything wrong with the old man, but rather to be a real guest.

"Does the donor have any wine at home?" Ji Ming asked with a smile.

The woman was stunned for a moment and nodded: "Yes, would you like some rice wine, little master?"

Ji Ming nodded: "Drink."

So the woman went over and got some wine for Jiming.

Lin Shuangmu: ...

The monk asked about the wine in such a natural manner, it seemed that he was really asking for it.

"Young Master, there is no ghost here." The old woman suddenly said, "Young Master, please stop meddling in our family's affairs."

Ji Ming looked at the old woman and said calmly: "I just came here to eat."

The old woman was too lazy to say anything.

The woman also came back with rice wine.

During the meal, except Jiming who enjoyed it very much, everyone else felt it was just average.

After eating, the old woman went back to her room to rest.

After Lin Shuangmu saw the old woman leave, he pulled Jiming aside and asked, "Monk, what did you see? Is the old woman haunted by any evil spirits?"

The woman also looked at the monk nervously.

Ji Ming rubbed his full stomach and said slowly: "I didn't see any ghostly aura."

"What's going on?" Lin Shuangmu asked in surprise.

"Miss Lin and I will wait and see tonight and we will probably find out." Ji Ming touched his chin.

Lin Shuangmu nodded: "I also think this method is feasible."

The woman nodded and said, "Young Master and Miss Lin, if you need anything, you can tell me."

"Okay, okay." Lin Shuangmu responded.

Evening fell quickly.

The two men pretended to leave, then turned back and hid in the crooked tree.

Jiming was sitting on the crooked tree, with one leg crossed and drinking wine leisurely from the wine jug in one hand.

Lin Shuangmu stood by and looked at the old woman's door seriously.

Time slowly moved towards late night.

Lin Shuangmu was gradually getting tired. She didn't know how many times she had seen the monk drink.

Is she really afraid that this guy won't get drunk later? Lin Shuangmu asked out loud with suspicion: "Hey, monk, are you still sober?"

"Don't worry, Miss Lin." Ji Ming smiled, "I, a monk, can drink a lot."

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Lin Shuangmu saw that there was indeed no sign of drunkenness in Jiming's eyes, and was slightly surprised: "Monk, you can drink so well?"

"Yeah." Ji Ming wiped the wine stains from the corner of his lips.

"Hey, something is coming!" Lin Shuangmu suddenly saw a figure flying into the old woman's house.

She said as she flew over.

Jiming also put down the wine jug and flew over.

Just as Lin Shuangmu was about to go in through the window, someone held his shoulders.

Jiming took her and hid beside the wall.

If he guessed correctly, this might be the flower thief that Mr. Jiang mentioned who broke into the room of a 70-year-old man at night.

"What?" Lin Shuangmu mouthed to Ji Ming.

The monk made a shushing gesture.

Sure enough, there was a sound coming from inside the house.

"You're here!" The old woman's voice was noticeably more delicate.

But the sudden shy voice of an old man sounded very strange to Lin Shuangmu's ears.

Lin Shuangmu felt numb all over. Could it be that this was not what she had imagined?

Soon, strange noises were heard in the room.

Lin Shuangmu's whole face turned red, and she tilted her head to look at the monk.

The monk looked clear-headed and his expression really showed that.

"How can a monk like you be calmer than me?" Lin Shuangmu's mouth twitched slightly and his voice was very low.

Ji Ming just smiled and said slowly: "Miss Lin, we can go in and arrest him."

"What are you catching?" Lin Shuangmu didn't understand for a moment.

"Flower thief." Ji Ming said these three words and rushed in.

Lin Shuangmu: ? ? ! ! Monk, do you know what you are talking about? A thief who picks flowers? Although she thought so, the next second after Jiming took action, she also rushed in.

The moment Lin Shuangmu followed the monk in, he saw a monster with a human body but a huge lizard head grabbing the old woman's neck, with the lizard's tongue flying around.

A stream of white smoke continuously flowed from the old woman's mouth into the lizard head's mouth.

The old woman's face showed an abnormal blush.

Lin Shuangmu was shocked by this scene. Wasn't it what she thought? What was this monster doing? Ji Ming grabbed the sandalwood bead from its neck and threw it over, instantly encircling the lizard's neck.

The lizard-headed monster was startled, and its neck was suddenly strangled by the Buddhist beads, which caused it pain. It quickly turned into a giant lizard and ran away.

"Chase!" Ji Ming flew out with a calm expression.

Lin Shuangmu lamented that he had too little experience and chased after him.

(End of this chapter)