Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

   Chapter 1974 robbery (48)

  In the place where the sun can reach, the water is dripping.

  The water flowed down the drain and into the vegetable garden.

  Irrigate with the trend, kill two birds with one stone.

   After drying the clothes, the hard-working man packed the ground soybean powder.

  The cattle were then driven back to the shed.

  It mooed, and for some reason, it was extraordinarily excited today.

  The chicken also crowed very excitedly.

  Su Chen had just closed the cowshed when he heard a knock on the door.

   "knock-knock-knock-"

   The rhythm is steady and powerful.

   One sound, another sound.

  It’s not big, but it can let the people inside hear it immediately.

  Su Chen looked over.

  At almost the same moment, in Jingshi's room, the fox that was supposed to be sleeping soundly opened his eyes suddenly.

  Look up, a chill.

That is-

  …

  …

  …

  Su Chen opened the door.

   Outside the door, stood a monk.

  A monk with a bald head and a monk's robe and cassock.

  The monk stood there with his palms folded, holding a dark brown Buddhist bead in his hand.

  The face is square, with black and thick brows, and a fierce look.

   He meets his eyes.

   Afterwards, he saluted slowly.

  This time, the bow was a full ninety degrees.

   bowed his head and saluted.

   "The benefactor."

  Inside the door, the man in plain cloth was holding loose sleeves, his knuckles were cold and white, and they were still stained with cool water.

  He had a calm face, dark eyes, and looked coldly at the monk who appeared out of nowhere, and slightly tightened his grip on the door.

  Blocking the door with his body, his voice was cold.

   "Hua Zhai is going elsewhere, my family has nothing to eat."

   After speaking, he was about to close the door.

  But the monk pressed down on the door all at once.

  The prayer beads between the wrist bones swayed, and he spoke bluntly.

   "Benefactor, you misunderstood, the poor monk is not here to transform the fast, but to..."

   "Exorcist."

  He met the man's eyes that instantly became dark.

  He stood inside the door with a calm expression.

   Pausing for a while, the hand on the door frame exerted a little force.

   Block the door and prevent him from pushing it open.

  The tone is cold.

"I can not understand what you say."

  The monk withdrew his hands, clasped his hands together, and saluted.

   "Amitabha, the benefactor."

  He speaks slowly and in a low voice.

   It's rare to be patient, word for word.

   "The time limit for that fox demon has come, you should hand it over."

   "There is a difference between good and evil, and monsters have different ways. If you shield it, it will only increase the crime and kill in vain."

   "Please benefactor-"

   "What are you spitting blood on?"

  The man's tone was calm and his eyes were dark, interrupting him.

  The voice was terribly cold.

   "What kind of thing are you? You say that there are demons and there are demons?"

   "What? What new trick is this? Want money?"

  The monk was taken aback.

   "Benefactor, monks don't lie, there is indeed a fox demon in your house—"

"Snapped-"

   Before he could finish speaking, the door closed.

   Even with the inside, it was locked.

  The man inside said coldly: "I'm sick, get out!"

  The monk was turned away.

  He stood outside, still maintaining his original posture.

   "..."

   After a long silence, he put down his hand.

  Holding the prayer beads, twisting them lightly.

   "Benefactor, you should know that you can't deceive your own heart after all."

   "If you really don't want to believe it, the poor monk here has a piece of talisman paper to identify demon spirits."

   "The talisman paper is pasted on the body of people and ordinary animals, and it will not be damaged at all."

   "Only when it is attached to the demon's body, the talisman paper will work, making the demon unbearably painful."

  (end of this chapter)