Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1974 Tribulation (48)

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

The water flowed down the drain, all the way into the vegetable garden.

Homeopathic irrigation, kill two birds with one stone.

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

The cow was then driven back to the shed.

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

The chicken also crowed very excitedly.

Just as Su Chen closed the cowshed, he heard a knock on the door.

"Knock-knock-knock-"

The rhythm is smooth and powerful.

One sound, another sound.

It's not big, but it can let the people inside hear it for the first time.

Su Chen looked over.

Almost at the same moment, in Jing Shi's room, the fox that was supposed to be sleeping soundly opened his eyes suddenly.

He raised his head and frowned.

That is--

……

……

……

Su Chen opened the door.

Outside the door, stood a monk.

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

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

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

He meets his eyes.

Afterwards, he saluted slowly.

This time, the bow was a full ninety degrees.

He bowed his head and saluted.

"donor."

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

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

The body blocked the door, and the voice was cold.

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

After speaking, he immediately closed the door.

But the monk immediately pressed the door.

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

"Benefactor, you have 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.

After a pause, the hand on the door frame exerted a little force.

Block the door and prevent him from opening it.

The tone is cold.

"I can not understand what you say."

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

"Amitabha, benefactor."

He spoke slowly and in a low voice.

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

"That fox demon's time limit has come, you should hand it over."

"There is a difference between good and evil, and monsters have different ways. If you protect it, it will only increase crimes and kills in vain."

"Also 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 was 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 moment of silence, he put down his hand.

Holding the Buddha beads, twisting them lightly.

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

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

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

"Only when it is pasted on the demon's body, the talisman paper will work, causing the demon to suffer unbearably."

(End of this chapter)