Instead, call him a Taoist priest.

They all say that Taoists are pure in heart and have few desires. They only care about freedom and freedom, and do not care about the fetters of the mortal world.

Perhaps this is Ye Niang’s state of mind at this moment.

 Jin An did not avoid: "A Chinese Ghost Story."

 “A Chinese Ghost Story, A Chinese Ghost Story…what a sad and beautiful name…I only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals.”

"I know that people like you don't bother to take a look at a promiscuous woman like me, and you will never fall in love with a promiscuous woman like me who is born with a low life. Since you won't have true feelings for me, then I will make it unforgettable for you.

Remember me forever, let you always remember that there was a woman who died for you, and let you never forget that Ye Niang in Yuanyang Tower. Taoist priest, remember the last face of Ye Niang today, I want you to remember me for the rest of your life.

Live with the regret that a woman died in front of you."

Ye Niang’s voice was calm.

 At this moment, she is no longer the charming female devil who was born to seduce scholars everywhere.

 She is just an ordinary woman who is desperate.

 She looked at the man in front of her very seriously.

What she was looking at was not Huang Zinian, but Jin'an Yuanshen in Huang Zinian's body. She wanted to keep in mind the image of this heartless man who made her fall in love twice and failed her twice.

 It’s not heartbreaking.

 No self-pity.

 There is no such thing as a little girl who sheds tears of great sorrow and sadness.

There is nothing greater than the peace of a dead heart. Everything started in peace. Ye Niang’s black hair spread out, and finally it was like thousands of steel needles piercing the back of her own head, fluffy!

 A generation of female devils who kill without blinking an eye.

 Hong Kong eliminates jade damage.

 Fell in front of Jin'an.

 The body exploded into blood mist in the air.

Ding.

With a crisp sound, a woman's ivory comb fell to the ground. It was white and flawless, pure and not stained with a trace of dirt. Along with the ivory comb falling to the ground, a teardrop smashed to the ground.

 Once you comb your hair, you don’t have to worry about wealth.

 If you comb your hair with two combs, you will be free from disease and worry.

Three combs are combed through the hair, and you will meet noble people.

 …

 Comb it again to the end, and relatives and friends will come to celebrate.

 Comb the hair with two combs to the end, and dye the mirror with blush.

 Three combs are combed to the end, and the conditions arise and then disappear.

　It takes five hundred times of looking back in my past life to exchange for one passing by you in this life. It takes me a thousand times to exchange for a chance to stop in front of you in this life...

Why.

Jin An came to the table, overturned the table, grabbed the collar of scholar Ma Jingwen, who was too frightened to stand, and walked outside the Yuanyanglou Inn.

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 Scholar Ma Jingwen kept yelling and crying: "There's one more! There's one more! There's one more!"

 The rain outside the inn stopped at some point.

 The dark clouds dissipate.

 Revealing the night stars.

When Jin An grabbed the frail scholar by the collar and just stepped out of the Yuanyanglou Inn, he saw two familiar figures standing outside the courtyard of the Yuanyanglou Inn.

 It is Mr. Yi, the master of Feng Shui.

 And the big old man Zhong Laosan who has returned to his spiritual state and has a green lotus leaf on his head.

Except that the Feng Shui Master's possessed Zhi Zhi Ren was a little worn out, and the big-headed old man had lost his Swordsman Zhi Zhi Ren, and the two of them were a little embarrassed, there were no signs of injury on their bodies.

 “Mr. Yi, Senior Zhong!”

 “It’s great that you’re okay!”

Seeing that the two of them were okay, Jin An's eyes were filled with joy and he stepped forward to say hello to them.

 “Mr. Jin An, have you finished handling the matters at the Yuanyanglou Inn?” Mr. Feng Shui seemed to be making a pun and looked at Jin An meaningfully.

There was nothing unusual about the look on Jin An's face. He nodded and said nothing, as if he had answered Mr. Feng Shui's words.

Jin An didn’t want to talk more about this matter, so he asked Mr. Feng Shui and the old man how they were trapped this time. Did they kill Mr. Yuan, the leader of this group of antique dealers?

"Zhong Laosan and I were trapped in the depths of the painting world and killed their Ling Yu. Unfortunately, two people escaped in the end. One of them was Mr. Yuan, Mr. Jin An. This one is Mr. Yuan.

This person does have some skills, and at the last moment he was able to command the little Hanban to fight back against us."

“However, after this battle, only two of the group escaped, and it will be difficult for them to do so in the future.”

Mr. Feng Shui said as he glanced at the night sky behind Jin An.

Jin An’s face was calm. He didn’t need to look back, he already knew what was behind him.

 In the dark void.

Standing there is a huge figure in red robes several feet tall.

The man was wearing a red robe and a black gauze hat with stiff wings on his head. His face was as pale as a dead person with thick white powder on his face. He had a yin and yang painting on his left hand and an ecstasy pen on his right hand, like a judge from the underworld walking in the human world.

 Shaped like a ghost and an evil wild god.

The yin and yang scroll in his hand is held in one end, and the other end is hanging on the ground. What is painted on the scroll is none other than the Yuanyanglou Inn.

There is an earthen tomb in front of the yard of Yuanyanglou Inn.

In the hazy distance, there seems to be a village with scattered lights, which is Sanshui Village.

At this time, Jin An and Ma Jingwen walked out of the Yuanyanglou Inn in the scroll. Jin An turned around and saw the mysterious giant in the dark night behind him.

The ghost pen in the right hand of this giant figure was about to point towards Yuanyanglou Inn, just like the ghost pen in the hand of the underworld judge, trying to lure away someone's soul, but when his ghost pen was still a few feet away from the scroll,

The body was completely unable to move.

 Because of his huge body and the position of his torso, he suffered some serious injuries and had a puncture wound as big as a millstone.

 Through that huge hole through the wound.

You can even see the bright moon after the rain has stopped, parting the dark clouds to reveal the bright moon.

It was this fatal wound that ended the life of the red-robed giant.

 …

 …

 Next, Jin An set fire to the inn in front of him, painted the scrolls, walked out of the tomb, took the scholar Ma Jingwen, followed Mr. Feng Shu and the big old man, and rushed to Sanshui Village to save the villagers who had been harmed by the antique dealers.

　　When all this was done, it was already Yin hour, and it would be dawn in an hour.

The Yuanshen of Jin'an left his body and returned his body to Huang Zinian, asking him to take good care of his mother-in-law. When he returns to his hometown to bury his parents and has nowhere to go, he can come to the Wu Zang Taoist Temple to find him. The Wu Zang Taoist Temple will not be too many sets of bowls and chopsticks.

Subsequently, Jin An went to a Feng Shui master and asked for a pair of paper-pierced human shells. The master and the two servants chatted and laughed all the way, exchanging practice experiences with each other, and hurried to the city.

On the way, Jin An also talked about how he met an old beggar from Tianshi Mansion at the Yuanyanglou Inn, and asked Mr. Feng Shui and the big old man if they knew this person.

 Both of them said they didn’t know each other.

 But they can go back and ask Madam on Jin'an's behalf. Madam seems to know a lot about things in the capital...

 The two escorted Jin'an and returned to Fucheng safely. The master and the servant finally parted ways at the gate of Wu Zang Taoist Temple.

“Mr. Yi, Senior Zhong, I would like to thank you both for your help tonight, and I would also like to thank your wife for lending me two experts to help me get rid of this serious problem. I have a letter here. I wonder if you can pass it on to your wife?”

 Before parting.

Jin An handed over a letter sealed with wax oil.

Mr. Feng Shui and the big old man naturally would not refuse, and they agreed immediately.

After watching the two people leave, Jin An turned around and returned to the Five Zang Taoist Temple, waiting for him to return to the house and the soul returned to his body.

 Sigh.

 Get up from the bed.

　　Going to the paper-bound person in front of you, you took out a few things from the paper-bound person's arms. In addition to a few plundered artifacts, a flawless white ivory comb was the most conspicuous.

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 Jin An opened the door of the room.
Chapter completed!