Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

Chang Qing took a few deep breaths to suppress the blood rising in his throat. When he heard Yu Zexun calling him, he hummed lightly.

Yu Zexun suddenly smiled, his eyes gradually returned to their normal state, and then he fell down.

Seeing him fall heavily to the ground, Chang Qing awkwardly withdrew his outstretched hand, squatted down, and carried the man on his back.

"Xiao Hei, follow me."

Wan Chuyao meowed softly, jumped onto Yu Zexun's head, and stepped on it with her cat paws.

These few steps were somewhat tinged with personal grudges.

When Chang Qing appeared, the demon had already disappeared without a trace, and he didn't even have time to take Wan Chuyao away.

It looks like a bad situation.

At this time, they were in a temple. Changqing carried people through the backyard of the temple. The whole temple was empty and dead silent, like a mass grave.

A little monk stuck his head out, took a look at them, and quickly retracted it.

Chang Qing walked up to him and asked, "Are you a monk in this temple?"

The young monk, whose Buddhist name was Qingxuan, got up to check after hearing the noise in the temple. He happened to see this great battle. Fearing that he would be implicated, he quietly hid himself.

According to Qingxuan, Shangning Temple was originally just an ordinary Buddhist temple. It was quite popular on weekdays, and the monks were honest in eating vegetarian food, chanting Buddhist scriptures, and practicing in the temple.

Until the appearance of the evil Taoist priest, he reached a cooperation with a monk who was driven out of the temple.

The monk held a grudge against the abbot, and agreed without hesitation when the demon Taoist promised to give him power.

The monk returned to the temple and looked for an opportunity to kill the abbot. All the monks who disobeyed him were killed by him.

Then he took the position of abbot by bloody means, tampered with the enshrined Buddha, and the believers who came to burn incense became sacrifices.

When the ghost market opened, he was dragged into the ghost building in the West Market and went on a fanatical pilgrimage.

However, every evil will be punished by every evil. For some unknown reason, the Taoist priest and the monk had a breakdown in their talks. The Taoist priest killed the monk and let an evil ghost get into the monk's body, taking charge of everything in the temple.

Qingxuan had a guilty look on his face: "Since the appearance of the demon, many strange things have happened in the city, especially at night, many people have disappeared, and even their bodies cannot be found. Since then, every household will stay indoors before nightfall."

"Although I don't know the inside story, I guess it's related to that demon. We are powerless and can only let this demon do whatever he wants. I am really ashamed."

Chang Qing didn't say anything, as if he was thinking about the truth of his words.

"Take me to see the abbot." She motioned Qingxuan to lead the way.

"Master, please follow me."

Qingxuan walked in front and brought Changqing to a Zen room. He pushed open the door and saw a corpse lying in the room.

Chang Qing walked forward. It was a middle-aged monk who seemed to have been dead for a long time, and there was still a faint ghostly aura on his body.

It was obvious that the evil ghost had only been away for a short time.

Chang Qing: "Amitabha."

She carried Yu Zexun out of the meditation room and asked Qingxuan, "The Buddha has been tampered with. What are you going to do on the temple festival tomorrow? The people in the city often come here to burn incense. They have long been stained with unclean things, which will definitely shorten their lifespans."

"Why not, cancel it."

As soon as the words fell, Qingxuan immediately said, "No."

Perhaps realizing that his tone was too hasty, he began to explain: "The Temple Festival is a major event in the city and a tradition since ancient times. How can we cancel it? I can't explain this to the people in the city."

Qingxuan thought for a moment and said, "Now that the abbot is dead and the evil spirit has been driven away, nothing should go wrong on the temple festival."

"Oh, that's how it is."

Changqing smiled, then suddenly attacked, hitting Qingxuan on the chest.

Qingxuan slammed heavily against the wall, looked at Changqing with a distorted expression, and asked in confusion: "How did you find out?"

He thought that he had not revealed any flaws.

Chang Qing curled his lips slightly, "Your acting is too bad. I never believed you from the beginning."

If such a thing really happened in the temple, ordinary monks would have been trembling with fear and would not dare to run out.

Most likely, the evil ghost sensed something was wrong and knew that she would come to find the abbot, so it escaped from the abbot's body and possessed Qingxuan again.

After Changqing dealt with the evil ghost, he returned to the inn.

I happened to see a man sitting on a stool in his room. Hearing footsteps, the man turned around.

"Why are you here?"

Luo Jiangbei said, "I sensed the demonic and ghostly aura, so I came to look for you, but I found that none of you were in the room."

Chang Qing put Yu Zexun on the bed, then turned around to pour himself a cup of tea and told Luo Jiangbei everything that happened tonight.

However, Yu Zexun’s identity was concealed.

Luo Jiangbei frowned. Just by listening to Chang Qing's words, he could imagine the danger of tonight.

He raised his eyelids and looked at the calm face of the person in front of him. He felt a little uncomfortable: "Why didn't you call me?"

Chang Qing was slightly startled. Luo Jiangbei was still as cold as ever, but why did he seem unhappy at the moment?

"We originally just wanted to go take a look and test the waters, but we didn't expect to run into something like this. We didn't have time to tell you."

Luo Jiangbei looked at Chang Qing's overly pale face, and suddenly reached out to grab her wrist. When he touched her, he realized what he had done.

In fact, he never liked getting close to people, especially physical contact, but when he saw the other person's pale face just now, he reached out to take the pulse without thinking.

Looking down at his hand resting on the other's, he had never imagined that a man could look so good, like a carefully polished work of art.

Luo Jiangbei's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he felt his fingertips were very hot.

He put away his thoughts, felt the pulse carefully, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Your injury is very serious."

"Uh... not bad." Chang Qing gently broke free, pointed at the seriously injured person lying on the bed, and said: "My minor injury is nothing serious. He is in a worse situation than me. You help him treat it first."

Luo Jiangbei's fingertips moved unconsciously, as if the residual warmth of Changqing's skin was lingering, and he raised his legs and walked to Yu Zexun's bed.

In fact, the two of them didn't get along very well, and their personalities were completely different. Now, looking at this usually chattering person lying here, Luo Jiangbei found it quite strange for a moment.

"Can't die."

After taking the patient's pulse, Luo Jiangbei came to this conclusion.

"But not far from death."

Chang Qing: “…Hmm”