unscrupulous spirit catcher

Chapter 73

"Why can't the scrolls be burned? Why do students disappear so often? What do you know? Is it the paintings or the ink? Tell me, people outside must think you are being beaten."

Song Yu quickly asked.

Su Mian hit Cao Zilu on the back with a stick.

Cao Zilu cried out in pain and finally spoke.

"I saw it. It was ink. The ink must have locked people in the painting. They cannot be burned. The people are still in the painting. If they are burned, they will die."

While wailing under Su Mian's neither light nor heavy stick, he told Song Yu clearly what he saw.

The first missing person was on the 27th of the first lunar month.
At noon that day, Cao Zilu and Yuan Jun had a conflict, and they broke up on bad terms. After evening classes, Cao Zilu went to him to apologize.

It was dark and snowing heavily at that time. He lingered outside for a long time and finally decided to apologize.

When I knocked on the door, it happened to be the second watch.

The light was still on in the room, but no one answered when he knocked on the door. Cao Zilu apologized at the door, and when he was about to leave, he heard Yuan Jun whimpering, as if he was asking for help.

He hurried to push the door, but the door was locked and could not be opened, so he poked a hole through the window to look inside.

When he saw it, he saw a scene that shocked him greatly.

The walls of the room, the floor, the table, and the ceiling were covered with black ink everywhere. These inks surrounded Yuan Xu inside, holding him like a prison.

"I was so frightened that my legs were weak. When I realized it, the person was gone. I told people that no one believed me. They suspected that I killed Lord Yuan.

I definitely didn't kill anyone, I suspect that Mo is among us, mixed in the ink stick. "

So he dare not say.

He didn't even dare to talk to anyone, fearing that Mo would hear him and Mo would kill him.

Cao Zilu screamed again.

Su Mian didn't hit him, he had mastered the method himself, and started screaming as if he was beaten into two pieces.

"I have seen a few ink sticks secretly, and they are all right. You must find them out. Also, don't burn the painting. The ink must have locked people in the painting! I gave this thing a name called ' Ink Prison'."

The cage and hell formed by ink.

Song Yu took the time to ask him, "Did those people do anything before they disappeared? The same thing?"

Although this student was lonely, he was very smart. When Song Yu closed the door and asked him to speak, he understood it instantly.

There was not a single unnecessary word, he spoke very clearly and clearly, and even pointed out that Lai Mo was among them.

I also tried to find the ink.

There was even Xianxin who gave the spiritual object a name, Mojian Prison.

Cao Zilu called out again: "They all talked to me."

"Ah?" Song Yu's eyebrows were almost twisted together. This is nothing in common.

She just wanted Cao Zilu to think again, but looking at his serious expression, she suddenly realized that what he said was not a lie.

He was a withdrawn person and didn't like talking to people, but now everyone who had ever spoken to him was gone.

Song Yu: "."

Dangerous.

Cao Zilu looked at her with burning eyes: "You must be able to find that ghost!"

Song Yu stood up silently, grabbed the stool leg from Su Mian's hand, and slapped Cao Zilu on the buttocks.

He was unprepared and let out a scream that evoked the feeling of torture in the prison of the Ministry of Punishments.

When Song Yu walked out carrying the legs of the bench, the students looked at her as if they had seen some dangerous presence and disappeared in a flash.

"What did he confess!" Old Phoenix spoke first, with an even bigger air than Li Bi.

Song Yu whispered the matter in a low voice: "We will guard the painting here at night. Whether it is ink or painting, we will see the results at night."

If what Cao Zilu said was true, then Mo would definitely find her tonight.

Gu Beiqi said: "This student is quite smart."

Right now, there is no other option but to sit and wait.

When Su Mian came in, he came in carrying a small bundle.

As the empress dowager's personal eunuch, he naturally had to make good food. When everyone was hungry and sitting waiting, he took out a bag of rice dumplings.

Forget about bringing the crispy rice, he frantically brought vinegar marinade and poured it on the crispy rice. The marinade contained salt, sauce, and shredded ginger, not to mention how delicious it was.

Song Yu took half a mouthful and chewed it loudly, completely ignoring the drumming in the stomachs of the three Feitians.

Old Phoenix couldn't bear it any longer, frowned, and issued an order in the tone of educating a child: "Sharing is a virtue."

"That makes sense." Song Yu nodded and immediately shared a piece with Su Mian, although Su Mian didn't need her to share it and had already eaten it.

Old Phoenix was almost angry to death.

She forcibly held back her anger to avoid her hideous face, got up and went to the kitchen.

Now that we already knew that Mo was behind the scenes, there was no need to forcibly endure not eating or drinking.

Soon, four students came to help and brought a lot of food.

Xu watched Song Yu and Su Mian only eat crispy rice, and kindly asked them to eat something else.

Song Yu didn't eat, just listened to Su Mian chatting with them.

"If we are safe this time, I will definitely go back and get a wife." Xu Guan said with a smile.

Su Mian asked: "Oh? What kind of man do you want to marry?"

Xu Guandao: "Pretty, gentle, and virtuous."

His words excluded Song Yu and Lao Fenghuang who were present.

"As the saying goes, the green clothes hold the inkstone to prepare for the exam, and the red sleeves add fragrance to accompany the reading." Gu Beiqi sighed at the side.

"Then you just want to find a prostitute."

Song Yu swallowed the rice while commenting on the scholar's ambition.

Xu Guan: "."

Unable to refute for a while.

"But drunk prostitutes seem to be very picky." Song Yu kept up his efforts.

Xu Guan: "."

Gu Beiqi took advantage of Song Yu's opportunity to prepare for three consecutive attacks and asked Wenzang: "People in this world may have some delusions, but the master must have thought about it before he became a monk."

As long as Daozang nods, proving that the master who wants to send people to hell has also had fantasies, he can immediately get rid of Song Yu's ridicule.

"Amitabha."

Dao Zang quickly threw away the pot: "The human form is like an illusion, like transformation, like the moon in water, like an image in a mirror, like the city of Gandharva, like the sound of an empty valley, like sun flames, like bubbles, like dew, like lamps, like eyes. Oh, it's like a dream, like lightning, like a cloud, it's like a stinky skin."

As soon as the sutra came out, the black shadow behind him immediately jumped up and opened its teeth and claws, not knowing who it wanted to eat.

Fortunately, the four students were sitting side by side with Daozang, and no traces of evil hands were seen on their bodies.

As soon as the scriptures came out, Xu Guan's students suddenly became depressed.

So many classmates have disappeared, and they now need the enlightenment of Buddhism.

But Tao Zang will only give people salvation, not enlightenment.

"Do you believe there is a magic pen? No matter what you draw, it can come true." A student next to Xu Guan suddenly asked.

"If so, draw me higher." Song Yu took a sip of water and visually checked how high he should draw me.

She was teasing, but she was paying attention in her heart.

Magic Pen?

It’s both ink and pen. In a place with cultural people, are you so damn particular about spiritual things?
(End of this chapter)