togophonebook Chapter 740 Catching the Evil Spirit
Chapter 740 Catching the Evil Spirit
Chapter 740 Catching the Evil Spirit
A gloomy wind blew up, blowing open the door of the house, revealing the wide-eyed onlookers outside.
Their hearts were pounding. They clearly couldn't see the person pushing the door, but the door opened for no reason.
This expression hung on his face, as if frozen. The old Bodhisattva slowly walked out of the room. Although it was a slow gesture, the actual speed was far beyond the perception of ordinary people.
Their eyes clearly saw the old Bodhisattva, but the image was not reflected. It was a shadow that looked like a human, taller than an average person, with a slender body, and hair that looked like countless black silk threads flying in the wind, or like flexible tentacles.
When the old Bodhisattva walked through the crowd, people instinctively dodged and made way for her, with all the hairs on their bodies standing up.
They could not see anything, but they felt something passing by them.
Suddenly there was a cry from the crowd.
The old Bodhisattva suddenly stopped and looked over.
A young woman holding a child covered the child's mouth and gently rocked the swaddling clothes in her hands, trying to calm her down.
The older elder scolded, "Why did you bring a child here?"
The young woman said aggrievedly, "I live nearby, and I'm afraid that if Gouzi's mother has any problems, I need help."
"Take it back quickly! Don't be afraid of offending the old Bodhisattva!"
The young woman immediately hurried away with the child.
The old Bodhisattva stood there and looked out, his eyes never leaving the woman, or rather, the child in the woman's arms.
Such a stop frightened the shaman in the house. To prevent the shaman from losing control, the old man came out of the room and announced loudly: "The old Bodhisattva has driven away the evil spirit. To prevent the evil spirit from causing trouble and harming the villagers again, the old Bodhisattva has gone after it."
The crowd's attention was attracted, but they felt a little uneasy in their hearts.
Everyone heard the cry of "old ghost". Although no one saw the old Bodhisattva and no one could tell what passed by them, everyone always felt a little uneasy.
The old man bowed in the direction of the old Bodhisattva and said, "Old Bodhisattva, don't let him escape!"
The old Bodhisattva then turned around and started moving. The tall and thin shadow paced in the wind and disappeared from the old man's sight. His black hair was like a saturated ink, heavily pressed on the paper, and the long ink marks were changed into various shapes as the shadow's seemingly slow but actually fast steps.
The old man retracted his gaze to the front and sensed the fear in people's hearts. He also smelled the breath of danger. The danger did not come from the evil spirit, but from the people in front of him.
If people's suspicion cannot be curbed, it may lead to unpredictable consequences.
"You can come in now. The dog is fine now."
People followed in doubtfully, and Gouzi's parents rushed in first. The room had already been rearranged by their three sons.
The statue of the old Bodhisattva was glowing on the altar, bringing a sense of peace to people's hearts.
The most convincing thing is that the dog has returned to normal, sniffing his nose on the bed, showing no fear of the sudden appearance of a large number of people in the room, and said stupidly: "Mom, I'm hungry, why aren't you eating yet?"
"Eat, eat." Gouzi's mother cried with joy and pulled Gouzi into the kitchen.
Gouzi's father hunched over and thanked him: "Thank you, old daddy, thank you, old daddy."
The old man's eyes were cloudy, but his gaze was flashing with a cunning and fierce look.
"This time is different from the past. In the past, the evil spirits were scared when they saw the old Bodhisattva. This time, the evil spirit is a big ghost in the mountains. It is cunning and hard to catch. It will lie to people and lure innocent people. If we let it go, it will come back. Then not only the dog will suffer, but the whole village will suffer."
Gouzi's father was terrified and said, "Daddy, you must help me!"
"Don't worry, the old Bodhisattva has already gone after him, but she may not be able to stop him."
"Big brother, second brother, third brother, go help the old Bodhisattva."
The three sons squeezed out of the crowd first and chased in the direction the old Bodhisattva went.
“I hope I can catch it.”
He drew the crowd's attention with a few words. The old man suppressed his panic and said, "Let's go over and take a look."
The three sons had talismans on their bodies and carried cloth bags on their backs, walking briskly.
But in the distance, the old Bodhisattva had already appeared in the photo with Sun Wenyuan.
Sun Wenyuan had a serious expression on his face. He was still wearing the fox costume issued by the Fox Academy. He looked like a middle-aged scholar who was still studying hard.
The old Bodhisattva stopped not far from Sun Wenyuan. Ordinary people could not see the old Bodhisattva's appearance clearly, but Sun Wenyuan could see it clearly.
This old ghost has blue skin and almost no muscles, so it is impossible to tell whether he is a man or a woman. He looks like a skeleton covered with skin, with only his hair moving like a living thing. He has a strong smell of blood on his body. If his true form is revealed, no one will say anything, as everyone who can see it will know that this is not a good thing.
When Sun Wenyuan saw this, he also felt a little scared, but his mature face didn't show it.
This old ghost's magical power is much greater than Sun Wenyuan's. No one knows how many people he has eaten. The fishy smell and evil spirit on his body are almost condensed. He is not comparable to an honest fox like Sun Wenyuan.
Without giving Sun Wenyuan a chance to speak, the old ghost pounced on him.
Zhang Yang's hair came first, and the strands of hair like living things rushed towards him, making people involuntarily think of a group of wireworms huddled together.
Without saying a word, Sun Wenyuan stepped down and drilled into the soil. A puff of yellow smoke rose up, and he escaped again by using the earth escape technique.
The old Bodhisattva's hair was blown away, and then it opened like a curtain, revealing a thin face. His dark eyes looked in the direction where Sun Wenyuan fled, and he chased after him without stopping.
Sun Wenyuan was underground, and the old Bodhisattva was on the ground, with her long, thin hair piercing into the soil like sharp blades.
Sun Wenyuan was caught off guard and was pierced by a hair, and blood oozed out of the soil.
The hair that pierced his chest immediately bent and hooked onto Sun Wenyuan like an iron hook, trying to pull him out of the soil.
Sun Wenyuan was dragged out of the ground. The old Bodhisattva's ferocious face was already close to him. It opened its dark mouth towards him and took a deep breath.
Sun Wenyuan felt that all his magic power, along with his soul and spirit, were about to be swallowed up by this breath.
But he was a fox who had practiced cultivation after all. He kept his mind focused, silently prayed for the goddess's blessing, opened his mouth and spit out a green fox fire, which pounced towards the old Bodhisattva's face.
The fox fire met the enemy, using the Yin energy as fuel, and in an instant burned a green cloud.
The old Bodhisattva swallowed a mouthful of fox fire, and the fox fire climbed up his face to his head, causing him to let out a sharp scream and throw Sun Wenyuan away.
The old Bodhisattva clapped his hands on his head, and his hair rushed back like a tide, wrapping him into a black cocoon.
Sun Wenyuan did not want to fight, so he turned around, burrowed into the ground and escaped again.
In just a moment, blue smoke emerged from the black cocoon, and layers of hair spread out, revealing the old Bodhisattva's charred face.
The old Bodhisattva let out a long roar, with uncontrollable anger, and chased after Sun Wenyuan again, following his breath.
After a while, the old Bodhisattva stopped in front of a house.
There was a dim light in the house. The old Bodhisattva wanted to go in, but was a little afraid and did not dare to barge in rashly.
The house could not protect him, but the people in the house were surrounded by white mist, glowing like candles, which made him feel terrified.
The old Bodhisattva stood guard at the door until the three sons arrived.
He looked at his three sons, his long hair moving like a snake, urging them on.
But the three sons had no way to break in, as they had already recognized that this was the home of the old scholar in the village.
This old scholar had poor eyesight and was not worth mentioning, but he had been teaching in the village school. Later, when he was too old to teach anymore, he stayed at home to retire.
The current teacher in the village school was once a student of this old scholar.
If they dared to break in, even if they caught the evil spirit, they would still be held accountable by the local people.
This hesitation continued until the old man came with the villagers. When they saw the place, the old man also hesitated.
Such a noisy scene had already alarmed the old scholar without him having to say a word.
"What's the matter? What's the noise?"
The old man held up the lamp, slowly fumbled to remove the bolt, and slowly walked to the fence, only to see such a big scene.
His eyes could no longer see clearly, but they fell on the old man.
"What are you doing at my door?"
Before the old man could say anything, the villagers confessed everything.
"The dog has been possessed by evil spirits again. The old Bodhisattva is catching evil spirits and bringing us here."
"You've caught me here to catch evil spirits?" The old scholar's tone was calm, but people could feel his anger.
He looked over, but no one dared to look him in the eye.
Finally, his gaze returned to the old man and asked, "Are you crazy? Are you trying to catch evil spirits here? I think you are the evil spirit!"
The old man's face flushed red. The older he got, the more he needed to maintain his dignity. He could not contain his anger and said, "You are old too. Don't talk nonsense. If you disrespect the Buddha, you will be punished!"
"Which Bodhisattva is taking revenge on me?" the old scholar just asked.
The old man said, "What a great prestige! He can only recite a few words and read a few books, but he doesn't even respect the gods or the Bodhisattvas. How ridiculous! How ridiculous!"
During this period of time, more and more people gathered together.
The area around here was full of the old scholar's clansmen, and they all stood beside him.
The old scholar said, "You are the one who is ridiculous. Go away and don't disturb my peace!"
As he spoke, the old scholar slowly walked back holding the lamp.
The old man took a step forward, and two middle-aged men blocked the fence gate. They smiled and said, "Old man, are you mistaken? No matter where there is evil, it can't be in my uncle's house."
"He is a scholar. It is said that scholars do not talk about strange things. It is normal for him to get angry when you tell him this."
The old scholar was not happy to hear this and turned around to curse: "Why are you nagging him? Get him out of here! He has three sons, and you guys are letting them do evil in front of my door!"
"Uncle! Stop talking and go get some rest. Everything is fine here."
The old scholar slammed the door, bolted it, and returned to his table to read his old books.
The old scholar's prestige is very high. Not only his clansmen, but even those who come with the old man dare not offend him. Even if the old man says that there is an evil spirit hiding here, no one will believe it.
The old man winked at his three sons.
The three sons rushed forward and protected their old father behind them.
"Why are you so fierce? We were chasing an evil spirit and lost our way here. Who said we were at your uncle's house?"
"Don't be disrespectful to the Bodhisattva. This evil spirit is very vicious. When it comes back to harm people, ask your uncle to exorcise it!"
"Dad, let's go and put up with their bullshit!"
The three of them escorted the old man away.
After this incident, everyone's heads were awakened by the wind and they soon scattered.