Li Muyan found that Chen Yan had many different views on the wandering soul. He would dredge the resentment in his body every day. The wandering soul also became sober from the beginning, and the soul was more solid.

When the wandering soul wakes up, he remembers his memory, pulls Chen Yan's coat and says, "master, I'm just a little ghost of the underworld. I'm just a ghost in the underworld. I'm the ghost's life, but I'm favored by the master. If the master wants me to do anything, I'll die forever."

The soul of the wandering soul had already been his appearance before his death. He was an over handsome young man. He had no worldly simplicity in his eyes. When he laughed, he had two shallow dimples. He had offended the officials and nobles before he died.

But what is rare is that even though he has resentment, he is not as fierce as other evil spirits, as if he is just a gentle neighbor brother.

At that time, Chen Yan only jokingly asked, "are you serious?"

"Seriously."

It's just that the wandering soul called Linxi is clingy and always likes to gather around Chen Yan.

"Master, what kind of book are you reading?"

"Lengyan mantra."

"Buddhist scriptures, don't they look boring?"

"Get used to it."

"Master, today I heard that the villagers at the foot of the mountain are going to sacrifice their ancestors. What a great battle it is. Can you go with me to see the excitement?"

"Muyan also likes to join in the fun. You might as well ask him to have a look."

"But..."

At that time, Li Muyan did not know where he came from, and his tone of voice could not say: "I would be interested in that kind of thing?"

Then he swung his sleeve and left.

After hearing that ghost called Linxi said to Chen Yan, "master, Mu Yan doesn't seem to like me. Where did I make him unhappy?"

"He always has such a temper. You can't afford it. You can't see it."

After all, not everyone is like him, can be unconditional tolerance. But he did not want to let Li Muyan change, so Pampered to raise it is also very good, in addition to him, who can bear his temper?

After returning to his meditation room, Li Muyan slammed the door.

Damn monk Hua, it's true that he has a new love within a few days.

If Chen Yan knew, it was probably this psychological activity:

Monk Hua's heart was full of flowers. If he didn't succeed here, he went to lure other ghosts. Ah, in vain, he was still in the name of an eminent monk. If the world knew his face, how could he stay in the temple!

What's more, the ghost is not a good thing. How can a good man stick to a monk all day long, and the master is short, full of coquettish air, and his words are clear, that is to say, Li Muyan is not easy to get along with. How can he appear to be understanding and gentle?

Fart!

This cheap man!

Bitchy and bitchy, just like the fake supporting roles in those storybooks he had read before. Ah, bah, I can't catch up with those supporting roles. At least they didn't hook up with monks.

That night, Chen Yan knocked on Li Muyan's door, and Li Muyan taunted him, "Yo, Master Wu Yin still knows how to come here to reminisce about the past? Why are you so free today? " The body is very honest to get out of the way and welcome Chen Yan in.

Chen Yan knew that he was having a bad temper. He was a master who couldn't afford to lose at all. In addition, the system told him that the popularity of male owners had risen to 68%, which was urgent and had a sense of crisis.

After all, in the past, only his people were suddenly special to another person, and it was strange that they could feel good.

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