After pouring the tea, the spoon climbed down to the backyard and asked, "What's the matter with the monk?"
Climbing straightened his waist: "Report to the boss, no, I have been chanting sutras in the room."
"What about Epiphyllum?"
"nor."
Spoon touched his chin, then turned back to the front hall. I didn't see any scholar, and I really didn't have the determination to be a shopkeeper, so I ran to play at every turn. After sitting for half an hour, I saw a carriage parked in front of the door, and suddenly my eyes lit up, there are guests! Pidianpidian ran out to greet him, only to see the scholar came down with three bags of rice. Can't help leaning on the pillar, it's just a rice shop delivery car, so happy in vain.
In the evening, the two cooked all the dishes piled up in the kitchen and had a full meal. Spoon was washing dishes in the kitchen, and crawled in with his head in: "Report to the boss, the monk is ready to go out."
The spoon quickly put down the work in hand and went up from the roof. I saw the monk holding an umbrella in one hand and holding a pot of epiphyllum in the other, walking unhurriedly towards West Street. She danced lightly along the roof, the sound of the tiles falling was covered by the sound of rain, and the monk continued walking without noticing.
West Street was coming to an end when he stopped. Spoon crouched on the roof behind him and stared at him. After a while, he put down his umbrella and epiphyllum, folded his palms together, and began to read scriptures. Shaozi couldn't understand, but the low singing voice drifted into his ears, but gradually he felt calm in his heart and his anxiety disappeared. Slowly entered a state of no one, only feel the world is quiet, no worries. That tranquility lingers in my heart, and I drill deeper and deeper...
"spoon."
A whisper in the ear suddenly brought her back to God. Turning his head to look, he almost didn't roll down: "The shopkeeper."
The scholar booed her lightly: "Don't be fooled, the epiphyllum has already bloomed."
Shao Shao hurriedly rubbed his face and looked down, immediately fascinated by the scene in front of him.
The epiphyllum is in full bloom, but it is a big red petal, the rouge is like blood, and it ripples and ripples, rippling like water ripples in this land of hundreds of feet. The monk stood in the middle, still reciting Buddhist scriptures, looking pious, but there was a blood-like scene under his feet. Weird and poignant, in the middle of the night, it looks like a broad road paved by ghosts wandering around.
It was only then that Shaozi felt the evil spirit of the epiphyllum. It turned out that the evil spirit only appeared when the flowers bloomed. No wonder she hadn't noticed it.
The scholar held an umbrella for her, and the two of them squatted like mushrooms, staring intently at the strange scene below. I was slightly surprised in my heart, that the monk was still surrounded by such hostile Epiphyllum demon, but his body was still free of evil spirits, and his heart was as pure as a spiritual spring, spotless and spotless.
The gate of the Weiyi opened with a "squeak", and a man walked out, still wearing his underwear, with a dazed expression, and walked into the red circle step by step.
The man knelt in front of the epiphyllum, with a dull expression, and murmured "I'm guilty, I'm guilty". In an instant, a burst of red smoke faintly floated out of the epiphyllum. Smoke, hovering in the air, sprinkled epiphyllum petals. But there was no sound, only the man repeated those three words.
After a long time, the monk stopped chanting and said slowly, "Atonement."
The spoon stared at that side, and saw that the Epiphyllum demon had bent over and handed over a dagger. The man took it without hesitation, held it with both hands, and stabbed him in the heart.
"stop!"
The spoon went down immediately, kicked the dagger flying, and shouted "open!", hundreds of flowers bloomed on the ground instantly, breaking the demonic aura of the epiphyllum soaring to the sky. The Epiphyllum demon drilled back into the basin, which is another sign of tightness. The monk's expression changed, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and passed out.
Shaozi leaned over to check his breath, he was still alive, but he didn't expect that the person who could control the epiphyllum demon was really just an ordinary monk. If she didn't think he was a demon monk, how could she have hit him so hard. She went to look at the man who was also unconscious again, and frowned: "Mr. Song."
The scholar also followed: "Mr. Song?"
Shaozi nodded, looked up at the door plaque, it was indeed the Song family, and pondered: "A while ago Mrs. Song threw herself into a well, and the Song family said it was suicide, but there have always been rumors that the Song family spoiled their concubines and killed their wives together with the concubine. Kill Mrs. Song. But the Yamen said it was suicide, so Mrs. Song's natal family can't do anything about it, so let's just let it go."
Thinking of the "I'm guilty, let's make amends" just now, Shaozi vaguely felt that he was in charge of the wrong thing and beat the wrong person.
The scholar said: "Move him back to the inn first."
Shao Lao nodded, picked up the stone on the ground, and flicked it on the gate of the Song family with a "thump". As soon as they left, Ding of the Song family came out, only to see his master lying in front of the door and sound asleep.
Back at the inn, the scholar put the monk on the bed, and the spoon brought Epiphyllum in. After a while, fetch water and wring out the facekerchief to wipe him.
The scholar took a look and squinted his eyes, what? Let the spoon wipe the face of a strange man, he has never enjoyed this kind of treatment! He took it seriously: "I'll do it."
Shaozi suddenly felt like my shopkeeper had grown up, and nodded happily: "Then I'll go and find him some dry clothes to change into."
The scholar's head buzzed, what? Let the spoon change clothes for other men? This! how! Can! He looked serious again: "I'll come."
Unexpectedly, after he lived for so long, the first person to serve him was a monk. He was unhappy.
The spoon thought for a while: "Then I'll make some tonic soup for him."
The scholar said with difficulty: "I want to..."
The spoon looked disgusted: "Shopkeeper, don't mess around!"
He is clearly very serious! Seeing that the spoon really went out, he resignedly took his facekerchief, looked at the monk, and muttered: "If I had known earlier, I would have stayed as a guest. The treatment is so good. What a troublesome shopkeeper."
After all, he took another look at the epiphyllum. Such an evil thing, but half of the soul of the monk has not been devoured. Even in the epiphyllum magic formation full of chilling aura, there is still no trace of murderous aura. Epiphyllum is not controlling him, but the monk controls Epiphyllum. He is a mere mortal, but he is also impressed.
After contemplating for a long time, the unconscious monk coughed and woke up in a daze. When he saw the scholar, he immediately stood up and said, "Thank you benefactor for saving your life."
The scholar smiled, and said softly, "Is it really okay to kill people in such a way against the destiny?"
The monk was stunned for a moment, staring at the elegant scholar in front of him, and was about to speak when he saw a spoon carrying something in, and sighed: "There are no ingredients in the kitchen, only a pot of rice, so I cooked white rice, Master, you will be fine." Let's eat."
It was made by her condensed spiritual energy, and any internal injuries could be healed after eating it, so she was a little bit reluctant. But who made her seem to have hit the wrong person, just now that the palm slapped, she realized that the monk didn't have a trace of murderous intent. How could such a person kill for no reason.
The monk was about to thank him, but when he looked at the washbasin-sized container, his calm face suddenly showed a dying expression: "Benefactor, put down the butcher's knife...and become a Buddha right away..."
The spoon looked down, where did she have a knife, she only had a pot of fragrant white rice in her hand!
The monk still didn't finish eating in the end, no, he didn't finish the basin of rice. He felt that he would not want to eat for a long time in the future...
The spoon wanted to urge the monk to continue eating, but the scholar couldn't bear it anymore, and patted her on the head: "Ordinary people don't eat as much as you, so put down the washbasin."
"Oh..." Shaozi suddenly felt very regretful, and saw that his complexion had recovered better, and said, "I saw that you can manipulate the epiphyllum demon, and thought you were a demon monk, but I didn't expect you to be just a mortal, and the attack was a little heavy, so please ask the master Forgive me."
The monk "Ani Tuofo" said: "If you can resist the maze of epiphyllum, the benefactor must be a person with no evil thoughts. When you stay in the inn, you also see that there are outstanding people here. You will not be affected by the epiphyllum, but it is not suitable to stay for a long time. Now only No one other than Song Dayuan received retribution, and after his life was taken, the poor monk left."
The spoon thought for a while, then nodded seriously: "Remember to pay for the accommodation."
The scholar smiled, the point was obviously not this, and asked: "Are you planning to continue to travel around the world with epiphyllum? Do you know that this rain of worry can make people's will collapse, and those who can't hold on will choose to die." Life. The murders in the town these days are all due to you."
The monk didn't change his face, and still had the pious look with his hands clasped together: "It was done by the poor monk. If this girl didn't intervene tonight, Song Yuanwai would have already entered hell."