Chapter 1082 (1/2)

The owner of the tomb has no body or skeleton, only a handful of black hair, which surprised me for a while. I don't know what the tomb is?

I picked up the carpenter and threw him over the grave. Cold as frost, I probed his nose and said, ”there's still breathing. People are OK.”

I nodded, covered the coffin again, and buried it with earth. Then I took the carpenter back to the temple. It wasn't long before dawn. When the carpenter woke up and saw me, he hurriedly said to me, ”brother Zhang, I dreamed about that ghost girl last night. She took me to a place with flowers in bloom...”

Flower fart! If I hadn't saved you in time, you would have been suffocated in the sarcophagus.

I stared at him and didn't care about him. Now the primary goal is to know the origin of the female ghost in the tomb. Only knowing her origin can we find a way to restrain her. Unfortunately, we don't know about it. Do people in Houxi village know about this history?

When we were worried, a mangy monk appeared at the gate of the temple. He was shocked to see someone in the temple. He looked at us carefully and asked, ”who are the benefactors? How could it be in the temple. ”

”Who are you?” cold as frost asked

Without waiting for the mangy monk to speak, the carpenter has welcomed him happily: ”little master, are you back?”

”Yes!” The mangy monk obviously knew the carpenter and nodded at the sound: ”you can't break the incense in the temple, or you won't be able to suppress the ghost behind you.”

Cold as frost and I heard, immediately understand. It seems that our previous reasoning is correct. Because the female ghost in the tomb is so powerful, someone built a temple here to suppress her with Bodhisattva.

Now there is no one in the temple, and the incense is not prosperous, so the female ghost dare to come out and hurt people!

Since the mangy monk is from the temple, he must know the history of the female ghost. I and Leng Rushuang are not polite to her, so we just made it clear. The mangy monk heard that the little carpenter was entangled by the ghost, and his face turned pale: ”the ghost's way has been strengthened! Alas, if the incense in the temple is still strong, how dare she escape the repression of Bodhisattva? ”

I asked anxiously, ”little master, what's the origin of this female ghost?”

Mangy monk sighed: ”speaking of her, she is also a poor person. She is the famous Zhang Lihua!”

Although I know something about history, I don't know much about Zhang Lihua. I only know that she seems to have a beautiful concubine.

Leng Rushuang explained: ”Zhang Lihua was the concubine of empress Chen in the northern and Southern Dynasties. She was smart and smart, and she was adored by the empress Chen because she was so beautiful! But in the end, he was killed for the crime of endangering the country and the people. ”

The mangy monk nodded: ”yes, it is said that the empress Chen loves Zhang Lihua's hair very much. Zhang Lihua attaches great importance to her hair, and even in order to maintain her hair, she often soaks it in the blood of the virgin. There are countless palace girls killed by her.”

”It is said that even Yangguang, the emperor of Sui Yang, was obsessed with her beauty and wanted to take her as his concubine after the fall of the Chen Dynasty. When Gao Gu, a loyal minister, knew that he was worried about Yang guangbu's future, he decided to kill Zhang Lihua. Gao Yu knows Zhang Lihua cherishes her hair, so she orders to hang her with her hair! After Zhang Lihua died, she was buried here. There was no way for future generations to resolve their grievances. So they built a temple here to suppress her! ” Said the mangy monk.

So it is!

When the carpenter heard that the ghost girl was Zhang Lihua, he was afraid at first, but he yearned for her beautiful face again.

I slapped it and threw it: ”Stinky boy, a knife on the color letterhead, be careful not to know how to die!”

The little carpenter nodded in horror.

Now that we know the origin of the female ghost, Leng rufrost and I began to discuss how to deal with her. Would we burn her tomb with a fire or spread a large array to continue to suppress her?

I hesitated for a long time, and suddenly asked, ”what do people who cherish hair fear most?”