Watching Zeng Yuqing disappear, Zhuang Mengdie was unspeakably depressed, and she was so bored that she had to continue wandering around.

It suddenly came twenty years ago, and there was no friend around, nor was the Siamese cat by her side. The more she thought about it, the more depressed she became.

As I walked, I saw a red light flashing in the mid-air, and the red butterfly appeared again. Its two wings were still flapping like before.

With the flapping of the butterfly's wings, everything around it became blurred again.

Zhuang Mengdie rubbed his eyes. When everything in front of him became clear again, Zhuang Mengdie was surprised to find that the scene around him had changed again.

In front of me is an ancient temple built on the hillside, hidden in the mountains and forests, with a cool stream in front of the door, and a quiet place at the end.

At this time, the scorching sun is sky, the breeze is warm, the sky is blooming with white clouds, and I am in it indescribably refreshing and comfortable.

Zhuang Mengdie walked to the ancient temple and saw the three characters Baohui Temple written on the door of the ancient temple.

"Baohui Temple? Where did you hear this name?"

I was about to walk into the temple, but I heard the sound of a car motor behind me.

Someone should be here. Who will be here?

She squatted down in a hurry and hid in the bushes at the entrance of the temple.

At this time, a little monk stretched his waist and came out to sweep the floor with a broom.

After a while, a black Honda stopped at the entrance of the temple, and two people got off the car. To Zhuang Mengdie's surprise, the person who came was actually the director and Yanhong. Both of them looked sad and worried.

The director said, "This is it. It is said that the master of the temple, Zhixin, is very powerful and has a good deal of dealing with female ghosts."

Yanhong frowned, "Is it so magical?"

The director said, "I can only try it now."

Yanhong followed the director closely, and wanted to say something, the director hissed, "Stop talking."

The little monk saw the director and Yanhong walking towards the temple gate, and immediately stepped forward and said, "Two donors, what's the matter?"

"We have an urgent matter to find Master Zhixin."

"But the master is treating the villagers."

"We are very anxious, please help me."

"Then ask two donors to come with me."

The director He Yanhong followed the young monk into Baohui Temple. Zhuang Mengdie looked around and there was no one, and then sneaked into the temple. As soon as he entered the temple gate, he saw several monks sweeping the floor and watering the flowers in the courtyard, but the director and Yanhong were not seen. . While hesitating, I saw a monk looking up at her and asking, "This female donor, do you have anything to do?"

"Oh, I'm with the man and woman who came just now, where are they now?"

"They are in the presiding room. You keep walking and then turn left. Turn your head to the first room."

Zhuang Mengdie thanked the little monk and hurried forward. Seeing a gray-haired old lady walking slowly with a yellow-faced old man, she immediately stepped aside, thinking that this old couple was just the villager who the little monk had just mentioned.

Zhuang Mengdie continued to walk straight and turned left and saw a Buddhist room in front of him with the door wide open.

Zhuang Mengdie looked into the room and saw the director and Yanhong sitting on the futon with their backs facing the door. Opposite them, an old monk was sitting on the futon.

The old monk closed his eyes and nodded, as if thinking.

The director and Yanhong turned their backs to the door, unable to see their faces, nor did they know what their expressions were now.

The three sat facing each other, none of them said anything.

Upon seeing this, Zhuang Mengdie hurriedly hid in the bushes in front of the door.

After a long time, the old monk slowly opened his eyes.

The director said, "Master Zhixin, you can help us figure out a solution, otherwise the female ghost will come to make trouble. That female ghost is really hateful. She is attached to the new actor to act. When she finishes, everyone will know She played it, and after careful consideration, everything was frightened."

The old monk said, "This female ghost used to be a member of your crew?"

The director nodded, "Yes. She just disappeared not long ago, and her whereabouts are unknown. It seems that she should be dead now."

The old monk sighed, "Since she can be attached to people and cause evil, this action can only be done by the soul of the dead. She should be dead. This person is very good when he is alive, but he is dead and evil. Human beings are difficult to tolerate."

"Then ask the master to help us figure out a solution. The whole crew was distracted by the female ghost, and no one dared to go to the set to film. The investors over there urged me to boot up again. I am now in a dilemma. I was so anxious that I almost didn't hang myself. After this wasted, investors lost patience, and as soon as they withdrew, the drama was completely pornographic."

"Do you have that female ghost's name and birth date?"

"Yes, we took it specially."

As the director said, he quickly handed Zeng Yuqing's birth date to the old monk.

The old monk nodded, "You go back first, I'll make a little preparation, and then I will arrive."

The director and Yanhong got up immediately, "Thank you, Master." After speaking, they hurried away.

Yanhong lowered her voice and said, "Is this really okay?"

The director hissed and pulled Yanhong toward the temple gate.

Zhuang Mengdie watched the director and Yanhong go, and wanted to leave quickly, but she just wanted to stand up, but heard the voice of someone talking above her head.

"Girl, how long have you been hiding here?"

Zhuang Mengdie looked up and saw the old monk looking at her sternly, and then looking at the room, there was no one. When did the old monk stand up and walk to him? She didn't even notice it.

"Master Zhixin, I just passed by here."

"If you pass by, do you hide it in the bushes? Do you think I am a three-year-old child? Girl, you have no level of lie."

Zhuang Mengdie knew that he was wrong, looked at the serious appearance of the old monk, and smiled awkwardly, "I'm sorry, Master, I'm bothering you, I will go out now."

The few monks who had been sweeping the floor in the courtyard immediately walked over here when they heard the words. The monk who had shown Zhuang Mengdie just now was shocked, "This female benefactor, you didn't mean that you are here with the man and woman. Are you? Why are they all out of the temple, are you still here? Are you lying?"

Zhuang Mengdie saw a few strong monks surrounding him, glaring at him, knowing that he was not good, choking there, and did not dare to answer.

"I just went the wrong way, I think I should leave here."

The monk laughed, "The female donor can really lie. Just now she said she came with them, and now she said she went the wrong way. What's the matter with you?"

"Sorry, goodbye."

Zhuang Mengdie finished speaking, and walked out.

"Hold on. Come and leave as you want. What place do you use Baohui Temple for?"

Several monks stepped forward and blocked her way.

Zhuang Mengdie was dumbfounded when she saw it.