Flower Demon’s Inn - Chapter 16

The number one murder case in the past few days has been frequent. Each time the arrest arrives at the scene and is inspected by the emperor, the final conclusion is that he committed suicide instead of homicide. Although the relatives firmly believed that it was impossible, there was no evidence and all were treated as suicides. Just three or four in a row, in order to prevent the townspeople from panic, the county grandpa let the arresting patrol appease the people.

Several notices were posted at the entrance of the Tongfu Inn, saying that it is inconvenient to travel in the rain and rain, and everyone should be fine.

Spoon looked at the notice in a conspicuous manner, which destroyed the overall style of the inn and really wanted to get rid of it.

After the monk went out last night, he didn’t return until early in the morning. She had let Climb lie on the window and watch closely, just waiting for him to go out next time, and follow up to see if he was the culprit causing the flood of rain in the town.

The scholar took the chopsticks and fished the porridge in the bowl. The porridge was not there, but the water rolled away from the chopsticks. He reluctantly took the spoon and took a sip. He didn’t have a few grains of rice in his mouth. He reluctantly called the person at the door: “Spoon.”

The spoon jumped over, “What’s the matter?”

“Can’t we even afford rice?”

Spoon sneered: “It wasn’t … when I cook, I found out that there are not many meters in the rice bowl. I usually buy them at the rice shop next door. But recently, Uncle Rice was in a bad mood. He said he was regretful about his career. I closed the door and returned to the countryside. I’ll go to another rice shop to carry a bag of rice when I meet. “

The scholar is not calm, the worrying rain is really getting worse. If he goes on like this, he probably can’t even drink these porridges?

Spoon sat down and shook his head: “I don’t know what happened. The uncle who sold the meat said that he felt that killing the livestock was too sinful, and he closed it. The uncle who sold the vegetables said that it took only a few pennies to grow the vegetables. The more I talk about the story, the more I feel sad. I almost cried. Everyone has been in a bad mood lately. “

The scholar’s bitter smile is really widespread. If he waits for the spoon to find the truth, he is probably hungry. For the hot spring of the spoon, and for his stomach, he still had to push her, put down the spoon, and said, “This rain is worry rain.”

Spoon widened his eyes: “What is the worrying rain?”

The scholar talked to her in detail. After that, the spoon jumped up and fangs: “If it was really the monk who did it, I would kill him to worship Grandpa River God!”

Seeing her aggressive to go upstairs to watch, the scholar was unable to raise his hand: “Buy rice … spoon, buy rice, I am hungry …”

The other party didn’t hear it at all, and the scholar was also sad. His life … it was really dark. Just carry the rice yourself. He … can he carry it? Your waist will not be crushed. Oops, it’s troublesome to go out on a rainy day.

The spoon knocked on the door that day, and soon the monk opened the door. She lifted the teapot and smiled like a flower: “I’ll add water to the master.”

The monks clasped their palms together and bowed very politely: “I’m bothered by the donor.”

The spoon came into the room, and the cricket flower was still standing by the window. It was still unopened. She frowned, and there was nothing strange about the monk, just an ordinary person, was it just a coincidence that worrying about rain had nothing to do with him?

After pouring the tea, the spoon went to the backyard and asked to climb down, asking, “What’s going on with the monk?”

Climbing straight up the waist: “Report the boss, no, I have been chanting in the room.”

“What about the flowers?”

“nor.”

The spoon touched his chin, then turned back to the front hall. I didn’t see any scholars, I really didn’t have the determination to be a shopkeeper, so I ran to play. After sitting for half an hour, I saw a carriage parked in front of the door. Fandian Fandian ran out to greet him, but as a result he saw the scholar and three bags of rice. He couldn’t help leaning on the pillar, but the rice shop delivery rice cart, Bai was happy.

At night, they cooked all the vegetables piled up in the kitchen and had a full meal. Spoon was washing dishes in the kitchen, and he climbed his head and came in: “Report to the boss, the monk is ready to go out.”

The spoon was busy letting go of the work from the roof. I saw the monk holding an umbrella in one hand and holding a flower pot in one hand, walking hurriedly to the West Street. She jumped lightly along the roof, and the sound of the rain falling on the tiles was obscured by the sound of rain, and the monk continued walking without notice.

West Street was about to end before he saw him stop. The spoon squatted on the roof behind him, staring at him. A moment later, he saw that he put down his umbrella and lotus flower, folded his palms together, and read the scriptures. The spoon didn’t understand, but the low singing voice drifted into the ear, but gradually felt calm and anxious. Slowly into a state of no one, just feel quiet in the world, no concern. That serenity haunts my heart, deeper and deeper …

“Spoon.”

A whisper whispered in her ear, and suddenly called her back to God. Looking aside, I almost didn’t roll down: “Treasurer.”

The scholar booed her lightly: “Don’t be fooled, the flowers are already blooming.”

Spoon busy rubbing his face and looking down, immediately charmed by the prospect of the eyes.

That lotus flower has bloomed, but it is a big red flower, rouge is like blood, and ripples are blowing for a while, and the ripples of water are flowing in this hundred feet. The monk is standing in the middle, still reading the Buddhist scriptures, looks religious, but under his feet is a **** scene. Strange and beautiful, in the middle of the night, it seems like hundreds of ghosts are floating on the paved road.

Only then did Spoon feel the enchantment of the blooming flowers. It turned out that the enchantment would only appear when the flowers bloomed. No wonder she never noticed it.

The scholar held her an umbrella, and the two squatted like mushrooms, staring at the strange scene underneath. My heart was slightly surprised, and around that suffocating demon flower demon, the monk was still without evil spirits, as pure as a spiritual spring, clean and flawless.

The majestic door opened with a creak, and a man came out of him, still wearing a coat, and stepped into the red circle step by step in a daze.

The man was kneeling in front of the lotus flower, his expression was dull, and he murmured, “I’m guilty, I’m guilty.” At that moment, there was a faint burst of red smoke in that lotus flower array. The head was a woman’s head, wearing a red gauze coat, and her feet were a plume of red smoke. Circling in the air, sprinkle blossoming petals. It was silent, only to hear the man repeat those three words.

It took a long time for the monk to stop chanting and slowly said, “Let’s make atonement.”

The spoon stared at that side, and saw that the phoenix demon leaned over and handed a dagger. The man took it without hesitation, holding it with both hands, and pierced his own heart.

“stop!”

The spoon immediately went down, kicked the flying dagger, and drank “Open!”, And a hundred flowers bloomed on the ground instantly, breaking the demon’s demon into the sky. The phoenix demon drilled back into the basin, and it was a close fit. The monk’s expression changed, he spit out blood, and passed out.

Spoon leaned over to sniff his breath and was still alive, but he didn’t expect that the person who could control the Huahua demon was really just an ordinary monk. If she didn’t think he was a demon, where would she strike such a heavy hand. She went to see the same unconscious man and frowned: “Member Song.”

The scholar also followed: “External Song?”

The spoon nodded and looked up at the plaque. It was indeed the Song family: “Sometime ago, Mrs. Song committed a well. The Song family said that she committed suicide. His wife was killed. But Yamen said that she committed suicide, so Madam Song’s family could not help it. “

Thinking of what I had just said, “I’m guilty, atone for sin,” Spoon faintly felt like he was in charge of wrong things, wrong people.

The student said, “Move him back to the inn first.”

The spoon nodded, picked up the stone on the ground, and boarded it on the Song’s gate. As soon as they left, the family of the Song family came out, only to see their grandfather lying in front of the door and sleeping.

Back at the inn, the scholar put the monk on the bed, and the spoon came in. After a while fetching water, wring his face to wipe him.

The scholar glanced, squinted, what? Let the spoon wipe the face of a strange man, he has not enjoyed this treatment yet! He took it straight: “I’m coming.”

The spoon suddenly felt like my shopkeeper had grown up, and nodded happily: “Then I’ll get him some dry clothes to change.”

The scholar’s head buzzed, what? Let the spoon change clothes for other men? This! how! can! He was right again: “I’m coming.”

I didn’t expect that he lived so long. The first person to serve was a monk. This unhappy feeling …

Spoon thought about it: “Then I’ll make some soup for him.”

The scholar said, “I want to …”

Spoon disgusted his face: “Don’t make a fool of the shopkeeper!”

He is very serious! Seeing that the spoon really went out, he took the facekerchief frankly, looked at the monk, and muttered, “I would have lived as a guest if I knew it already, and how well I treated.”

Having said that, I glanced at the flower again. Such a monk is half unswept. Even in the fascinating array of sakura flowers full of killing spirits, there is still no trace of killing spirits. It wasn’t Yuhua who controlled him, but the monk controlled Yuhua. The mere mortal made him look.

After pondering for a long time, the monk in the coma coughed, woke up confused, met the scholar, and immediately stood up: “Xie Shizhu for his life-saving grace.”

The student smiled and said quietly, “Is it really okay to kill someone in such a destiny?”

The monk froze, staring at the student in front of him, and was about to speak. Then he saw that the spoon was holding something in, and sighed, “There is nothing in the kitchen, only a pot of rice, so I cooked white rice. Master you will Just eat. “

Here she made it with her aura of condensate. She could eat any kind of internal injuries. She was still a bit reluctant. But who made her seem to be the wrong person, only that palm shot in the past, only to realize that the monk did not have a trace of murderous. How could such a person kill someone for nothing.

The monk was about to thank him, but when he looked at the large container, his calm face suddenly showed the expression of death and life: “donor, put down the slaughter, butcher knife … and become a Buddha …”

Spoon looked down. Where was she with a knife, she only had a pot of fragrant white rice in her hand!