RNP Chapter 297
Chapter 297
In the area of Pingzhou City, people are usually used to refer to people who sell art and play tricks as "trick-jugglers".
It is not difficult to see from this title that in fact, people do not know that these people will play some tricks that are not on the table.
However, because it is a lively picture, no one is more real.
But at the moment, Xiang Ziping and these people say that there is evil qi in the village, so people can't help but be more truthful.
The bridge at the entrance of the village, although it is not the only way out of the village, but if you want to get around, you have to walk a long way, is it possible to not take the bridge at all in the future?
Even if you all bypass the bridge in the future, you can't leave your clothes unwashed, right?
Most of the people in South Willow Village, most families, rely on the small river at the entrance of the village to wash clothes.
Even if I didn't see anyone doing anything when I did laundry before, it was like a thorn in my heart, and if I didn't pull it out, it would always make people feel uncomfortable.
At this moment, I only listened to the bald head and said: "Don't worry, benefactors, since I said that there is an evil spirit, I will naturally help solve the problem." Hearing
this, the villagers' hanging hearts relaxed a little, and their attitudes changed.
"Master, with your words, we can be relieved!"
"You are truly a living bodhisattva who rescues suffering!"
"Master, you can help solve the evil qi!"
The bald head nodded, clasped his hands together, and said: "The monks cherish compassion, and when they encounter evil chaos, there is no reason to sit idly by, and there is no need for you benefactors to be polite." As
he spoke, the iron pot was propped up again.
The bald head slowly spoke, "The benefactors take some water from that river and pour it into this iron pot." The
villagers looked at each other and all showed signs of retreat.
Just kidding, you said that there is an evil spirit, who dares to approach to get water.
"Ershuzi, you go home and bring the bucket, I'll go get the water!" Chai Wenbin said in a relenting tone.
The young man named Erzhuzi immediately ran out of the crowd and brought the bucket after a while.
"Village chief, you have to be careful!"
"Would you like to get a torch?"
"This black rumble, pay attention to your feet."
Listening to the villagers' instructions, Chai Wenbin, who did not feel so afraid, began to play drums uncontrollably in his heart.
However, if you say it, it is like spilled water, and it must not be recycled.
Besides, as the head of a village, when something happens in the village right now, he doesn't rush to the front first, who rushes ahead?
Thinking of this, Chai Wenbin gritted his teeth sharply and walked towards the river with a bucket.
"The village chief is really brave enough." Su Mu commented lightly.
The surrounding villagers nodded in agreement.
This village chief can handle it, something is true!
On the other side, Chai Wenbin had already walked to the river.
Looking at the babbling river, and then turning to look at the villagers in the distance, it is naturally impossible to say that you are not afraid at all.
However, they have already reached the river, and it is impossible to go back.
Chai Wenbin forcibly remained calm and threw the bucket in his hand.
"Snap!"
The bucket falls into the water and makes a sound.
After waiting for a moment, he struggled to pull the rope and pull the bucket into his hand.
"Whew..." Chai
Wenbin took a long breath, carried the bucket, and walked back with a shallow foot.
Fortunately, the journey went smoothly and there were no surprises.
Su Mu looked at the iron pot with thoughtful eyes.
If you guessed correctly, there must be something in the pot.
What will it be?
Before he could figure out the doorway inside, the bald head had already taken the bucket and poured water into the iron pot that had been placed on the ground.
"Benefactors, please stand back." The bald head waved his arms, took a stance, and his expression became serious.
The swaying flames on the torches reflected the expression of the bald head, plus the breeze gusts, made people involuntarily start to get nervous.
The villagers took a few steps back, and the timid even covered their eyes.
In front of everyone's eyes, the bald head clasped his hands together, and his mouth quickly chanted something, and his body began to tremble.
After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes and said to the air in front of him: "The bitter sea is boundless, turning back is the shore, the donor must not be persistent."
The villagers' eyes widened and they took a few steps back again, their expressions puzzled.
The next moment, I saw that the bald expression, suddenly became solemn, and then gestured, as if fighting with someone.
A few minutes later, the sweaty bald head suddenly shouted: "Fixed! Then
, he wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve and looked relieved.
"Master, did it work?" Someone asked boldly.
The bald head nodded and replied: "Although there is some trouble, fortunately, it is fortunate that it is not insulting." "
After speaking, put the beads in your hand at the mouth of the tiger, close your eyes, and chant words in your mouth.
Seeing this, the villagers subconsciously held their breath, and the atmosphere did not dare to come out.
At this moment, only listening to the "boom", the iron pot in front of the bald head suddenly burst out of flames, and the water in the pot actually burned.
Immediately afterwards, a fireball began to spin rapidly along the edge of the pot.
"Shhh..."
the villagers gasped, their eyes full of horror.
The fault is that there are enough people present, and there are already people who can't help but run away.
And the bald head, still with his eyes closed, chanted words in his mouth, giving people the feeling that he could know what was happening with his eyes closed.
After a long time, the flame in the pot was extinguished.
The bald head opened his eyes at the right time and said, "Don't be afraid, the evil has been eliminated by the poor monks, and you benefactors can walk in some." The
villagers looked at each other, clutching each other in pairs and tentatively striding forward.
At this time, a young man held a white "jade clean bottle" in his hand and walked to the bald head.
The bald head took the bottle, took out the branches inside, and clicked a dot above the iron pot.
The water on the branches fell into the iron pot, and a terrifying scene appeared.
I saw that the originally clear water in the pot suddenly turned red, looking like blood.
"Damn it, run!"
On the spot, someone screamed and immediately ran away.
Someone took the lead, and the rest of the villagers scattered in a crowd.
The monk hurriedly stopped: "Benefactors, don't be afraid, this is ghost blood." However
, it was good not to say this, and when they said this, the villagers ran faster.
"What are you doing, let's go!" Su Aimin shouted and left quickly with the family.
Xiang Ziping was also a little dumbfounded, he didn't expect that so many people in South Willow Village would actually be so daring.
"Brother Xiang, what now?" The bald head asked with a dark face.
Xiang Ziping's expression was gloomy, and after a moment, he sneered: "It's okay, it's good to be afraid, if you are not afraid, it will be difficult." After
speaking, hey laughed twice, and signaled the bald head to come over.
After a whisper, Xiang Ziming beckoned everyone to pack up their things, and the group left the village, but the bald head walked in the opposite direction.