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If it weren't for Long Yan's intervention, they would have all committed suicide and become sacrifices to the Ghost King.
A group of Jesus worshippers are now surrounding Long Yan, treating him like a god.
"Young monk, which temple do you practice at? I must go and pay my respects."
Even the priest asked Long Yan respectfully.
Long Yan was surrounded by a crowd, as if they were chasing after a star, insisting on knowing which temple he came from.
In order to leave quickly, he had no choice but to answer:
"Shaolin, Wulong Temple."
.......
091 What to do if you have too much luck with men? Wang Xian'er: Welcome home!
"Young master, you saved our lives, we must thank you properly."
The Christians in the church were all surrounding Long Yan, thanking him.
Long Yan didn't care about any of that; he just wanted to leave as soon as possible.
However, before leaving,
There is one more thing to do: find the two disciples of the Hermit of the Thatched Cottage.
These two apprentices also traveled from ancient times, but their landing point was a church.
"Have any strangely dressed strangers broken into the church in the last few days?"
Long Yan asked the priest.
Because of the life-saving grace,
The priest treated Long Yan with great respect, and after thinking for a moment, said:
"There really is. These two people were dressed like people from ancient times, and they were talking nonsense. I kindly took them in, but they burned my books and roasted pigeons. I kicked them out this morning."
"Is one very strong and the other very thin?" the hermit asked, finally knowing the whereabouts of his two disciples.
“That’s right, and they all had long hair,” the priest recalled.
“Those are my two disciples,” the hermit asked. “Do you know where they went?”
"I don't know about that," the priest shook his head.
The hermit of the thatched hut sighed. He had thought he was about to find two disciples, but he had missed them again.
Long Yan comforted the hermit of the thatched cottage, saying:
“Layman, we will go look for your two disciples again tomorrow during the day. They are unfamiliar with this place and may be wandering the streets. We will surely find them if we search the streets more.”
Indeed, the two apprentices ended up on the streets and even had to perform to earn money so they wouldn't go hungry.
"Alright, I'll contact them again tonight using paper cranes." The hermit of the thatched hut nodded.
He was exhausted after fighting two demon kings, the Vampire King and the Fusang King, in succession today.
Moreover, all the talismans on his body have been used up, and he needs to rest to better deal with the Fusang Ghost King.
Long Yan and the Hermit of the Thatched Cottage left the church directly.
The Catholic believers watched Long Yan's retreating figure and discussed it for a few moments.
"The young monk says he's a monk from Wulong Temple. Does anyone know where Wulong Temple is?"
"I don't know, but Hong Kong isn't very big, surely someone knows where it is."
“We can go to Wulong Temple together to pray for blessings and donate some money to thank the young master for saving our lives.”
……
at this time,
Long Yan and the Hermit of the Thatched Cottage got into Inspector He Fenny's car.
He Fenny personally escorted them back to their Mid-Levels Ocean View Room.
"Little master, thank you for your help today. Otherwise, I really wouldn't know what to do."
As He Fenny drove, she thanked Long Yan.
She was in full charge of the vampire case.
Therefore, Long Yan's help was very important to her.
"Inspector, you're too kind." Long Yan smiled.
It was just a favor to deliver water; even if he didn't help He Fenny, Long Yan still had to deal with the Ghost King.
"How about I treat you to dinner, a French feast?" He Fenny glanced at the time; it was only a little past nine, and Hong Kong's nightlife was just beginning.
"Inspector, I'm afraid tonight won't work." Long Yan shook his head. The Fusang Ghost King hadn't been completely eliminated yet; now was not the time to celebrate.
"Okay, I really don't have as much charm as Wang Xian'er," He Fenny said with a hint of self-deprecation.
She knew perfectly well that Long Yan was in a hurry to go back because of Wang Xian'er.
"This isn't a matter of charm." Long Yan shook his head, offering no further explanation.
Wang Xian'er is the Fusang Ghost King's number one target; that's the key point.
As for charm?
Okay, He Fenny is indeed not as charming as Wang Xian'er.
But she's not bad either; after all, she's a police beauty in the police station.
Soon, we arrived at the hillside sea view room.
Long Yan and the Hermit of the Thatched Cottage got out of the car.
He Fenny gripped the steering wheel tightly, and for some reason, suddenly asked Long Yan:
"Little monk, do you think we'll have a chance to meet again in the future?"
"See you again if we are destined."
Long Yan replied with four words: Although the story of "The Haunted Cop Shop" has ended, he may meet He Fenny again in the future.
"Goodbye, little monk."
He Fenny sighed, seemingly disappointed, and drove away.
I can't quite describe the feeling; it's a sense of loss and emptiness.
Reluctant to part with it!
Perhaps He Fenny was already attracted to Long Yan when he gave his statement at the police station and revealed all her secrets.
Now, the thought that she might never see Long Yan again inevitably makes her sad.
However, at this moment,
A gust of wind blew into the car, and He Fenny felt a chill under her skirt.
She instinctively closed her legs.
"Oh no! My underwear!"
He Fenny suddenly realized the serious problem: her underwear was still in Long Yan's pocket.
I was so focused on catching ghosts that night that I forgot to take my underwear back from Long Yan.
"So embarrassing!"
He Fenny was getting a little frantic, and she stepped on the gas pedal so hard that she couldn't help but speed.
Today was truly the most embarrassing day of her life!
but,
As she was thinking, He Fenny suddenly couldn't help but laugh.
"Little monk, we will definitely meet again."
He Fenny called Long Yan by his name, her sorrow turning to joy, her heart filled with anticipation.
Sooner or later, she'll get her underwear back.
……
"Little monk, I've done a divination for you. Your luck with women is very strong."
After getting off the bus, the hermit of the thatched cottage performed a divination for Long Yan and said:
"I bet this is Buddha testing you!"
Long Yan was unimpressed; he didn't even have a girlfriend, so where would he get any romantic luck?
He subconsciously put his hand into his pocket and touched a soft, all-cotton item.
What the hell!
I forgot about this!
I was so busy dealing with the Ghost King last night that I forgot to deal with this thing.
This was something He Fenny had stuffed into his pocket during the day after they left the Ghost Realm, to avoid any awkwardness.
This is how to do?
He's a martial monk, and if he had this thing in his pocket, he'd be in deep trouble no matter what.
Besides, there wasn't enough time to throw it away; the hermit of the thatched cottage was right next to them.
If Long Yan ever takes anything out of his pocket, he will be instantly killed.
"Little monk, what are you hesitating for? Why don't you open the door?"
The hermit looked at Long Yan with some puzzlement. The two of them were standing at the door of Wang Xian'er's house, not yet going in.
Long Yan knew the password, but once inside the house, the contents of his pocket would be even more difficult to deal with.
at this time,