Chapter 52 Master
Chapter 52 Master
When Liu Jiao hesitated for a moment, Zhao Qi frowned and shouted at several soldiers in the yard, forcing them to move the incense table, candlesticks, altars and the like into the yard. He also asked several other soldiers to go door to door on the street to notify people to stay at home.
Some of the garrison soldiers listened to him obediently, while others went to see Liu Jiao. Liu Jiao told Zhao Qi to wait for Chen Xin to come back before making a decision, which made Zhao Qi's face turn pale and he looked like he was about to start cursing.
Fortunately, Chen Xin came back with his men at this time, and Li Wuxiang finally saw Zeng Jianqiu's appearance after being punished by Zhao Qi - there were more sword wounds and bloodstains on his body, he was tied up tightly, a talisman paper was stuck on his forehead, and everything except the clothes on his lower body was stripped off, leaving no place to hide anything.
Li Wuxiang looked at him. Zeng Jianqiu had squinted weakly, but when his eyes met his, his eyelids slightly lifted. He knew that this guy's weakness was all fake, and he didn't know what deadly means he had prepared.
What sect does this person belong to? What kind of skills does he practice? This vitality is simply too strong.
When Zhao Qi saw Chen Xin, he immediately shouted, "Don't you want this town anymore? An evil spirit appeared last night. If you don't do something, there will probably be more. Why are you still dawdling here?!"
Chen Xin quickly apologized with a smile: "Master, calm down, calm down. It's not that we are ignorant... It's just that in all these years, this town has never had such a thing as a spirit descending. How about I go and discuss it with the elders and fellow villagers..."
"Discuss? What have you done before?" Zhao Qi frowned and shouted angrily, "I'll tell you the next day after I came here, tiger bones, tiger bones! I tell you, don't blame me if there's an evil spirit in the town. I can't protect you. Do you believe that if you delay for a little while longer, ghosts will immediately appear in your town?"
It seemed that he didn't care about his manners at this moment, and his saliva flew when he spoke. Li Wuxiang quickly took two steps back, being careful not to let the saliva splash on his skin.
But when he stepped back, he saw Zhao Qi's hand. His left hand had been behind his back since he had ordered Liu Jiao to do something. At this moment, Li Wuxiang saw clearly that he seemed to be holding a piece of talisman paper in his hand, and there was a slight smell of blood.
Has he already started to perform the ritual at this time?
Just as this thought came to mind and Chen Xin was about to continue to smile and say a few more words, he suddenly heard a few noises coming from outside the Chen family's door. It seemed that a group of people came to the gate of the courtyard and wanted to break in. The garrison soldiers were trying to stop them. Chen Xin raised his head and frowned. At this time, Li Wuxiang noticed that Zhao Qi's brows were relaxed and he shouted at the door: "What happened outside?"
After hearing his words, the shouting outside suddenly became louder. Others could only hear it vaguely, but Li Wuxiang heard it clearly - people in the town said that the house was haunted.
There were about ten people, and it sounded like they were from two families. One family said that the tiles on their roof were shaking, causing dust to fall into the house, but when they went out to check, they didn't see any cats or mice, so they were afraid that there was a ghost.
Another family said that the small wooden statue of the Kitchen God enshrined on his stove had been falling out of the niche since a while ago. It had been put there several times, and the inside of the niche had always been flat, but it was as if it was blown by an evil wind and fell out of sight.
If this happened normally, I would just be worried and frightened, and recite a few words to see if I could get rid of the unclean things. But I heard yesterday that Chen Sanyao's house was haunted, and today I encountered this kind of thing again. When I asked the neighbors around, I found that several families had similar situations. I immediately panicked and went to Chen's house to ask the immortal master what was going on.
Chen Xin had no choice but to go out and see. When he heard the group of people talking and trying to comfort them, some people from the town came running over from afar. He immediately asked the town soldiers at the door to stop them and walked back with a look of astonishment on his face.
Zhao Qi didn't wait for him to speak, and smiled coldly: "You know now? Do you still want to discuss it?!"
Chen Xin frowned and thought for a while, then looked at Li Wuxiang again, sighed and ordered the soldiers around him: "Hurry up and prepare, find everything that the Immortal Master wants... Drive them away, guard the yard well, and don't let anyone in! Also, Immortal Master, this person, are you going to give him to..."
Zhao Qi glanced at Zeng Jianqiu and waved his hand impatiently: "Don't worry, you won't die. If we have to kill you, we won't kill you in your house! Humph, you're just pretending. Did you beg for this place when you took it?" Chen Xin nodded perfunctorily twice, looked at Zeng Jianqiu who was tied to the ground, and then walked away.
He seemed to be unsure about what Zhao Qi wanted to do. Li Wuxiang opened his mouth slightly and took a step towards him. Chen Xin was not a suitable candidate for cooperation, but he planned to give him a little reminder, so that if the worst happened, he should be prepared.
But Chen Xin just glanced at his face, frowned slightly, and immediately strode into the house.
This made Li Wuxiang stunned for a moment. Chen Xin was no longer the old farmer who had been talking to him in a friendly manner. The glance he gave him just now was full of the majesty of a superior. But why was he looking at him like that?
Chen Xin entered the room. Liu Jiao came up to him and was about to talk to him, but he lowered his voice and frowned and asked, "Where's Xiu Xiu?"
"Still asleep, outside..."
Chen Xin strode to the door of his wife's room and knocked a few times. Seeing no movement inside, he immediately asked Liu Jiao to go in and pull her out of bed. Chen Xiu was sleeping soundly, with red marks on his face from the pillow. Liu Jiao kept asking him what was wrong.
But Chen Xin ran to his room and found two daggers, and put one in each of his wife and daughter's hands. "You two should hurry out of the back window and go to Xue's house in the east. The little girl of the Xue family said that Zhao Qi gave her a talisman to keep her safe - Xiu Xiu. You didn't offend her in the past few days, did you?"
Chen Xiu was still dazed, but she sobered up after seeing her father like this: "I...I...well, let me think, no, I was helping her sweep the yard, and she said she would make candy for me in the future."
"That's good, go!"
He pulled his wife and daughter to the door at the back window, and Liu Jiao finally had time to grab his arm and said, "What happened to the master? Didn't Zhao Qi say he wanted to perform a ritual to exorcise the evil spirits in our house? Is this something dangerous?"
Chen Xin hesitated for a moment, then took her a few steps away and said, "Do you remember what I told you yesterday? When I was young, there was an immortal master who took me in as his disciple. I stayed with him for a month or two?"
"Ah... I remember. What's wrong?"
Chen Xin glanced out the window - in front of Zhao Qi, the incense table, candles, and various tributes were already set up, and Zeng Jianqiu was tied up and placed behind the incense table. He was covered with a large red cloth, and outside the red cloth was a snake skin. A freshly cut chicken comb was placed on his head, and a tiger bone was hung on his chest.
Zhao Qi was using rooster blood to paint on his face, and in the blink of an eye he had turned his face into that of the Kitchen God worshipped by Jin Shui.
Chen Xin pointed outside and said, "That's the master I was talking about."
The second update will be at eight in the morning.
(End of this chapter)