"Ajie, you're not a monk, why do you want the beads on my chest... Wait, why do you still have so many copper coins?" Jing Yuan was surprised, have the innate copper coins become useless?

"To be honest, I still have some money left, just thirty-six copper coins. That means you and others, such as Uncle Feng and others, I won't tell them!"

Liao Wenjie explained calmly and continued: "How about it, do you want to give it a try? The outcome depends on your ability. Whoever catches more ghosts tonight will win."

"Forget it, you only have so little wealth, how can I have the nerve to take advantage of you?"

Jingyuan believed it to be true and shook her head: "Greed is not enough. I advise people not to be greedy. Don't tempt me with copper coins in the future."

"Okay then, I'll hold the line for you first. If it doesn't work, just say something."

"It's a joke, I've conquered demons for many years, and there's never been a time when I couldn't do it." Jingyuan sneered. When he debuted, Liao Wenjie was still wearing crotchless pants!

While the two were talking, the corridor door popped open with a bang, and a dark wind hit them, covering the entire rooftop in an instant.

Liao Wenjie nodded with his fingertips and opened his yin and yang eyes. In the gray mist, he saw a mass of black shadows drifting out of the corridor, as if there was a market in the underworld. The number was unbelievable.

"Master Jingyuan, tonight is not the Ghost Festival. The number of ghosts seems to be a bit excessive."

"Most of them are wandering ghosts. When I catch them all, I will find out why they got together to cause trouble."

Jingyuan stepped forward with a Zen staff in hand. The golden Zen staff glowed with golden light and drove away the ghosts. At the same time, he waved his monk's robe and cassock, and the wind roared in his palm, knocking each ghost to the ground.

Liao Wenjie saw clearly that after Jing Yuan's slap fell, the ghost fell limply as if drunk, dying and ready to be slaughtered.
Chapter completed!