unscrupulous spirit catcher

Chapter 68
Xu Fu traveled east to become king, but suffered the hardships of three thousand boys. The flowers fell in the flowing water, and the green leaves had no roots. They jumped under the waves and buried their bones in their homeland.

Not everyone is willing to leave with Xu Fu, but they have no choice but to jump off the boat and sink into the river when they go to sea.

It is now Luohe.

When Su Mian thought about this, his heart seemed to be filled with something wet, and he was extremely melancholy.

Xu Fu took his work and grain with him and left his homeland without any regrets. Thousands of years have passed, and what happened back then has turned into a smoke that cannot be held back, but those children are still unforgettable.

There is a river, a tree, and the most ordinary meal in everyone's life, which is the feeling of hometown.

And because these children died unwillingly and unwillingly, and could not find Xu Fu to take revenge, they became evil spirits.

It is no longer known where this monk came from. He has been acting as a token at the bottom of the river to suppress these imps.

Song Yu faintly felt that this incident seemed familiar.

It's like the spiritual nest of Xiangguo Temple, one link after another, and in the end I don't know what will be involved.

But the matter must be resolved.

Old schemer.

Song Yuxin said no matter who he was, he would solve one problem after another. No matter how smart this person was, he could be smarter than her. No matter how convoluted his brain was, how could he compare to Zhongliqing's brain like a hole in a silk thread?

Before I could think of what to do next, suddenly a gust of cold wind blew over, and the darkness became a tangible thing, crawling across the threshold and invading the main hall like flowing water.

"One, two. Nine, nine."

The children's screams invaded Ciguang Temple, and they were sharp and full of reluctance.

Little blue-black feet appeared at the door, one after another. Except for the feet, everything else was shrouded in darkness and could not be seen clearly.

It seems that he feels that he is disgusting and cannot be seen by others.

Song Yu murmured inwardly, and was about to move when the body Buddha suddenly stood up.

A mummy standing up and walking, no matter how majestic it is, is a bit scary.

Su Mian trembled and almost tripped the physical Buddha to the ground with the sugar cane.

The physical Buddha drove away the children who screamed step by step, and these children also disappeared into the darkness step by step, along with the physical Buddha.

But they are gone, and they will come back again. The body of the physical Buddha is gradually dissipating, and it can no longer be suppressed.

"Go to Zhang Yingjun quickly, take this opportunity to go to Luohe to fish out the bones of these boys, and let them rest in peace."

Song Yu jumped on Su Mian's back, used Su Mian as a horse, and ran wildly.

Soon the people from Qiancheng County arrived at the mouth of Luohe River in large numbers, and it was dawn. The bloodshed last night had caused an uproar, and the people's hearts, which had just calmed down, were once again in chaos.

Wang Zhan's face is still pale now. He has bad eyesight. When he was woken up and went out, he kicked the head like a cuju, and he still looks like he is dying.

As for Lin Kun's thunderous snoring, he didn't even know it.

Daozang has disappeared, and he doesn't know where he went.

"Dig!" Song Yu waved his hand towards the rising sun, and the person who entered the water immediately ignored the severe cold and dropped the dumplings like a pot.

Su Mian pulled her off his shoulders and said in a low voice, "Look."

He pointed to the people coming from the north shore.

The visitors were Wanlan Sect and his two old birds. A mourning bird stood on his shoulder, and an old phoenix looked over with a mighty and domineering look.

This person still had the same baby face, lifeless, freshness and lifelessness intertwined on him, making him like a colorful puppet.

Song Yu snorted.

"Although this shit-stirring stick may be late, it will never be absent."

Wanlan Sect looked across the river with two eyes like dead things.

Opposite the bustling crowd stood the little ghost hunter. He was spitting out fragrance to Song Yu in his heart, and so on. Next to the ghost hunter.
He looked at Su Mian calmly.

Wonderful.

Fenghuang saw him looking deeply at him, with an expression as proud as snow and cold plum blossoms, thinking that he was worried about Luohe's affairs, so he offered explanations in a considerate way.

"Sir, they have picked up the bones. It seems that this matter will be solved soon. You don't have to worry. He Shen's death will not be in vain."

"Worried. Yes, worried." Wan Lanzong nodded, his eyes falling from Su Mian's waist to his chest.

He added another sentence in his mind: "He Shen is a stammerer. He will die as soon as he dies. He will never be able to say a word clearly."

In his eyes, low-class people are the most abominable. There are too many of them, piled together like garbage, especially the ugly ones.

For example, that dead dwarf Song Yu is the trash among the trash.

The Ling is much better, does not take up space, and can clean up garbage.

Song Yu watched the shit stirrer turn around and leave, thinking that this guy was so ambitious that he dared to covet this girl's beauty, and sooner or later he would blow his head off.

The bones in the river are constantly being fished out. They were already buried deep in the sand, but now they are exposed due to the erosion of the rapids.

Piles after piles, piles of bones, making the originally bustling river bank quiet.

Wang Zhan squinted his eyes for a long time and then said, "Just send him to a temple for salvation."

"I'm going back, you can do the rest." Song Yu nodded, yawned, and went back to catch up on some sleep with Su Mian, the late-night champion.

She turned to leave, but suddenly stopped.

The turbid river was rolling, and something seemed to have left beneath the river.

"What's wrong?" Su Mian asked with circles under his eyes.

"There seems to be something. Spirit, it seems that the spirit has escaped from the bottom of the Luohe River."

Song Yu frowned.

It just felt like the water was too turbid and she couldn't see anything clearly.

"Go back to bed first." She turned and left.

After sleeping until night, Song Yu ate and drank at the dinner table like a locust passing through the border, and then went to Ciguang Temple with a full body of fireworks.

Lin Kun was talking on the side.

"The bones have all recovered. The monks from Ciguang Temple are preparing to recite the rebirth mantra tonight to save the souls of the dead."

Entering Ciguang Temple, the inside was ready. Wang Zhan and Zhang Yingjun were standing at the door. Inside were seven monks who had purified their three karmas and were sincere and single-minded.

The seven people burned incense in front of the Buddha, knelt down and put their palms together, and began to chant. They should chant it 21 times day and night, so that all sins can be eliminated.

The bones were gathered in the coffin, and the coffin lid had not yet been sealed.

As the chanting began, Daozang suddenly appeared at the door of Ciguang Temple, ready to eliminate all sins and send everyone to hell.

Everyone sat on their knees on the ground with their hands clasped together, very pious. After all, the sound of Sanskrit made people peaceful and made them feel empty of worries.

Except for Song Yu and Su Mian, two people who do not believe in gods and Buddhas.

A young monk glanced at Song Yu and said in a low voice: "Sir, you cannot sit, you must kneel, otherwise you will be disrespectful to the Buddha."

Song Yu had a bulging belly: "It's not that I don't kneel, it's that I can't kneel down. Besides, all Buddha's laws are empty. Empty means nothingness, which means sinlessness. Buddha will forgive all my sins. Sitting there is nothing."

The little monk's eyes were blank for a moment, obviously the Buddhism he had learned had suffered an unprecedented impact.

(End of this chapter)