unscrupulous spirit catcher

Chapter 200 Earthquake
From frugality to luxury is easy, from luxury to frugality.

Zhao Fang is a young master. He has no fingers in the spring water. Even if his family is living in poverty, he will not go out to work.

He would rather worship this ancestor, just because one day the ancestor will appreciate his hard work and make him rich again.

I just didn’t expect Li Hui to die.

The ancestors were no longer satisfied with feeding and began to actively look for food.

Only then did Zhao Fang start to panic. It turned out that his ancestor did not talk about emotions, but was a real ghost.

There was a moment of embarrassment on Zhao Fang's face when Song Yu saw through his thoughts.

It was not that he was baptized by Buddhism and suddenly changed his past behavior, but it was an embarrassment of being seen through.

"Master Xiao Song, I have now converted to Buddhism. The Buddha said that the four elements are empty. After entering Buddhism, all evil thoughts of people will naturally be empty."

Song Yu felt dizzy when he heard the Buddhist scriptures and interrupted him: "My stomach is also empty, so I'll eat you first, so you can also taste what it's like to be human food."

Zhao Fang was puzzled for a moment: "What?"

Liu Guaizi, on the other hand, did not want to get involved in these matters.

He felt that he was just a businessman, paying the money and delivering the goods, it was that simple.

It's nothing more than the fact that the goods in my hands are a little special.

He watched as the surrounding area became more and more gloomy, and the already not very bright sky became even darker.

And under Song Yu's feet, there was even more black air, as if there was something very terrifying hidden inside.

Everything became extremely scary, the wind was roaring, and the vegetation was in danger.

Liu Guaizi tried his best to escape, but for some reason, he couldn't move because his legs were not his.

He looked at Song Yu with an increasingly surprised look on his face.

Did she eat Zhao Fang?
Song Yu turned to look at him: "It's your turn."

"belch……"

……

Daxiangguo Temple is not a big market today, but there are still many pilgrims. Song Yu went to the Arhat Hall for a walk. When he was about to come out, he suddenly saw a familiar face and quickly climbed behind the Arhat and hid himself.

The person who came in was Song Bubu.

After Song Bu came in, he first looked at Arhat seriously, but soon he lost interest in Arhat.

"Where can I put it?"

He thought about it and finally saw a futon on the ground with a wooden fish on the futon floor.

Only monks can use the wooden fish. Pilgrims will only kneel and worship when they come in, and will not touch the wooden fish.

He chose the wooden fish, and took out a gray lump from its body, which looked like a fetus soaked in the placenta.

The moment the thing in the gray mist attached to the wooden fish, it gave birth to not-so-respectable limbs and facial features.

This is what Xiao looked like at the beginning.

Song Yu didn't leave this little thing here and left. Song Yu looked at him as if he wanted to put these little things somewhere else.

And he didn't expect Song Yu to appear in Daxiangguo Temple at this time. After all, he went to inquire about it before he came, and saw Su Mian chatting with Li Bi in the decryption department.

These beasts will grow up quickly with people, learn everything they can, and eventually replace people.

Song Yu got out from behind the Arhat, held the gray thing in his hand, and watched as it turned into his own face and swallowed it directly.

A Chi that has not grown up is as fragile as an egg, with no resistance to anything.

"Anyway, idle is idle……"

She looked at the laughing and scolding Arhat and decided to come over and swat the flies tonight.

The temple is extremely quiet at night. Except for the incense burning all night long, everything falls into silence.

Several figures climbed over the wall and entered like thieves. They quietly opened the monk's rooms one by one, and eliminated the evil when they encountered it.

It is too easy to deal with the shackles that have not grown up yet. Cinnabar, charms, and spiritual objects can all make them disappear.

On the bell tower, a monk witnessed this scene and hurriedly left Daxiangguo Temple without missing a trace.

This massacre did not alarm anyone, and Xiao did not react too much. Even Song Dao disappeared, as if he was avoiding something.

Just when everyone was confused, an earthquake suddenly occurred.

In the middle of the night in early November, there was a loud roar underground and houses collapsed, as if there were thousands of troops rushing towards the place.

Everyone in Bianjing seemed to be in a storm, with countless casualties.

The ground continued to collapse and crack, uneven, like sharp teeth, swallowing people directly.

The countryside around Bianjing was completely wiped out, all the fields were destroyed, and the scenes of landslides and ground cracking were horrifying.

Su Mian struggled out from under the rubble with Song Yu in his arms. His head was smashed and bleeding, and everything was wrong. He didn't know which bone was broken.

He didn't dare to move at will and threw Song Yu out. He groaned and felt that life was really full of ups and downs, too impermanent.

Song Yu spit out the dirt in his mouth three times, then slapped Su Mian twice: "Don't sleep."

Su Mian opened his eyes drowsily: "I didn't sleep."

His bones were not broken, but his head was smashed, and his head was filled with blood. The blood flowed too much, and he became confused.

Song Yu slapped him again: "Wait, I'll find you some water to drink."

She stood up and saw that the sky was blue and black, her ears were full of crying, the water tank was smashed to pieces, and there was a mess all around.

Where is the water?

Like a little coolie, she dug out the bottom of the water tank, used a tile to get some water, and forced it into Su Mian's mouth.

The water was full of sand and dust, but I couldn’t care less about it right now: “Old Su, you’re not dead, right?”

Su Mian cursed angrily: "Dead."

Song Yu was relieved to hear that he was still angry and would not die for a while.

The Bianjing earthquake is not unusual. Judging from the records, although earthquakes are very rare, they are not unheard of.

She stood up with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and looked towards the sky.

Under the moonlight, there is a mist in the sky. The clouds and mist make countless changes. Some are like Bodhisattvas lowering their eyes, and some are like lions roaring. They are blown away by the wind.

This is what happens when the mountains and rivers in the distance collapse, the earth's energy disperses, and gathers in the sky.

Gradually, the energy of the earth with nowhere to rely on completely dissipated, and I don’t know how many years it will take before we can gather together again.

Just when Song Yu was about to leave, he suddenly saw a stream of green energy rising into the sky, scattering like snowflakes.

This green energy is very strange and weird, with an ominous air that is very disturbing.

Did it come out of the mountains or the Bian River?
Could it be that some spiritual creature was awakened?
Is this green energy the breath of the spiritual being or the dust mist brought out by the spiritual being that has been dusty for a long time?

Everything began to change, and this earthquake seemed to be just a precursor, indicating that the coming days would not be peaceful.

What worried Song Yu even more was the mass grave.

It has just begun, and there are still many injured, and Bianjing is already gloomy and gloomy.

One after another, ghostly figures passed by her with numb faces. They were attracted by the cracks in the mass grave and were heading towards that place in a steady stream.

Coupled with the fact that there will be plague after the catastrophe, the cracks in the mass graves may become bigger and bigger.

The previous rituals could only suppress a small part.

No wonder Xiao ran away without a sound. It turned out that he had known for a long time that a catastrophe was coming.

(End of this chapter)