unscrupulous spirit catcher

Chapter 32 Money Pimple

The voice was heavy, definitely not something Song Yu could make.

Su Mian quietly stood up, opened the door and looked outside. The moonlight was bright, and the bluestone seemed to have fallen on a layer of frost, without a single shadow.

But the footsteps were always there.

It was very slow, very heavy, and it was approaching slowly. The sound reached my ears clearly, but there was no trace of it.

Then the courtyard door opened with a creak, and the footsteps disappeared instantly.

Song Yu got in with a bowl in his arms. Seeing Su Mianru facing a formidable enemy, he trotted over and said, "The spirit has appeared?"

"I only heard the sound, but didn't see the shadow. You disappeared as soon as you came in," Su Mian frowned, "What are you holding?"

"Sour cucumbers are delicious. I got you a bowl." Song Yu gave him the bowl. "This spirit creature seems to be very shy."

The two of them were muttering as they ate, sour water flowed out, and bad water also flowed out at the same time.

They lowered their voices and whispered, like the villains on the stage, and they didn't know what kind of conspiracy they had planned.

Su Mian went out quickly. Although he was a one-armed hero, he was still better than Song Yu who only ate but did not gain weight.

He brought a large bag of ash and a pot of ink.

The incense ashes were spread evenly in the yard, and the ink was held by Song Yu, who hid behind the door without saying a word, just waiting to catch the turtle in the urn.

The air was filled with the smell of pickles and incense ash, but the sound fell silent, everything was silent.

Half an hour later, the sound of "tap tap." footsteps sounded again, and a plum blossom palm print was printed on the ground.

"Big white cat?"

Song Yu looked at the palm print and was very confused, but also felt that it didn't look like a big white cat walking without making any sound.

The footprints were getting closer and closer, and soon they were approaching the door.

Song Yu didn't hesitate and directly poured out the ink.

The shape of a small stone lion appeared on the originally empty ground. It had a square head and a square brain. It was not big and its face was rough and blurry. It just looked like a stone lion.

The stone lion was splashed with ink, turned around and ran away.

"Want to run."

Song Yu immediately rushed over, hugged the stone lion in his arms, wrapped it with red thread soaked in cinnabar, and wrapped himself in incense ash and ink.

Su Mian lit the lamp, came over to take a look, and said curiously: "This doesn't look like it was carved by a human being, it looks like it grew like this."

There are many shallow marks on the stone lion's body, and there are many small holes on the top. These ravines seem to have been washed by water, and it took a long time, and the water droplets penetrated the stone to achieve such uncanny workmanship.

"It's not from Bianjing. It should have been brought in from outside." Song Yu looked at the footprints on the ground, "These footprints turned into copper coins."

It really turned into copper coins.

It turned out to be a plum blossom mark, but now it has become a genuine copper coin.

The patterns and words are no different from the real ones.

Su Mian took it in his hand and looked at it carefully, then took out a copper plate from his purse and compared it carefully.

Exactly the same, even the weight.

But the copper coin on the ground quickly disappeared and merged into his palm. A blue-black copper coin bulged out of the flesh. Because it was made of bulging skin, it also had a reddish-purple color.

The bruises are still slowly spreading to the side, and it won't be long before this palm will turn into a money palm.

"So this is how money legs come from."

Song Yu held the stone lion and touched it on his palm. The scar on the copper coin disappeared, and it turned into a copper coin and fell to the ground with a "ding" sound.

"Your father must have stepped on its footprints."

As Song Yu spoke, he "smacked" the stone lion's head twice, and then heard a "squeak" sound, and a large amount of copper coins spurted out from the stone lion's inconspicuous mouth.

Copper coins piled on the ground are real money, and unlike the ones that come out of the soles of feet, they will not grow into people's skin.

"My mother!" Song Yu slapped two more palms at the square head of the stone lion.

There was another crashing sound, and the ground was filled with copper coins.

Su Mian couldn't believe his eyes and grabbed a handful in his palm: "This, this is a money pimple!"

With a "chirp" sound, Song Yu kissed Dafang on the head: "I'm done! I'm done!"

After saying that, she used her iron sand palm to hit the lion's head more than a dozen times with the momentum of smashing it into pieces.

The copper coins keep spitting out and will never be exhausted.

If Song Yu's hand hurts, she can take pictures until dawn.

"Old Su, what did the Taoist fortune teller at Qingyun Temple say that I was destined to be a poor man, and I would never be able to hold money. Look, what is this? This is a lump of money!"

After saying that, there was another slap.

The stone lion spat out money, looking a little aggrieved for no reason.

Su Mian sympathized with this stone lion, but it fell into Song Yu's hands. Within a month, the stone head was also taken out.

"Come on, come on, you come and take the photos. If you take a shot and I take a shot, you can get enough money for a house." Song Yu excitedly handed it to Su Mian.

She had forgotten the illness of Master Su and his concubines.

Treating diseases can be cured sooner or later, but making money is an opportunity that cannot be missed and will never come back again.

Before Su Mian could take it, a figure suddenly jumped down from the roof and took the stone lion in his hand with a slight hook.

The figure was as soft as a wicker swinging in the wind, and he wrapped himself around the pillar.

He has a soft body and extremely fast hands, like a gangster.

Before Song Yu and Su Mian could react, he had already carried the stone lion over the eaves and walked out of the Su Mansion to Hongqiao Pier.

In the dead of night, there is a fierce monk standing on the pier, it is Daozang.

His face was expressionless, his eyes were closed, his hands were clasped together, and he allowed the spiritual creature behind him to turn into a huge black shadow, swallowing a drunkard on the ground.

The black shadow was covered with mouths, which opened and closed, swallowing up the drunkard.

The robber shrank his neck back, obviously a little afraid of Daozang: "Okay, okay, why, how can I eat people again."

The thief is a stammerer.

Daozang opened his eyes, which were deathly gray, like cold and emotionless tombstones.

He said stiffly: "Those who do evil will naturally sink downwards and fall into the endless hell."

"Buddha, doesn't Buddha want to save the world and forgive his sins?"

Although the thief stutters, he is a talker.

"Repentance can atone for sins. Is the King of Hell afraid of monks? Donating money can lead to rebirth. Isn't it possible that the Bodhisattva is a corrupt official? The Buddha's Dharma has been extinct. He should strictly follow the Dharma to save the world."

Daozang looked at the big thief, with a ferocious look on his face that contained the intention of obliterating him.

The thief took a step back again, thinking that with such a demonic monk in his mind, the Dharma can be called annihilation.

"The stone statue has been found, where is Lao Gu?"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a "gurgling" sound in his ears, and the quietly flowing Bianhe River suddenly seemed to be boiling and kept bulging outward.

The water spreads up the steps step by step.

A figure condensed out of the water, it was Song Yu.

She was so angry that she gritted her teeth and stared at the thief, and squeezed out a sentence between her teeth: "Fuck you."

How dare you steal from her!

The thief was stunned and subconsciously wanted to step back, but stopped abruptly.

Because the back is also blocked by water.

The water on the ground gave off a cold smell. Although it had no shape, it was extremely dangerous. Even the black shadow behind Daozang avoided his body.

(End of this chapter)