The rat spirit didn't react at all, and was directly sucked into Li Yi's stomach.

Li Yi felt a chill in his stomach, as if he had drunk a glass of cold beer in winter, and couldn't help but shiver. After shivering, I felt a hot slice in my stomach, like drinking a cup of old white dry with more than seventy degrees.

The feeling of cold and heat was really unbearable, Li Yi's face turned red and white and fell to the ground, and his body shrank like a shrimp.

"Amitabha, Master Li, what's the matter?" the monk woke up, got up and shouted.

And everyone in the building, in fact, was upstairs just now, watching the battle situation through the window, and now Li Yi ate the rat essence, and one by one they ran down. Without waiting for others to go downstairs and turn around, Han Ying pushed open the window and jumped directly to the ground.

Picking Li Yi up and leaning on his lap, Han Ying turned his head to look at the old Tao who also jumped out of the window but fell lightly.

"He's digesting rat essence, and none of us can help him. Lao Dao sighed and said, "He is a little too aggressive this time, that rat spirit has five hundred years of Taoism, with his current strength, it is very risky to digest." ”

"What if there's danger?" Han Ying asked.

"......No way," Lao Dao sighed and said, "Now he can rely on himself...... Carry him back. ”

When Fang Ting and Yan Ming came around, Han Ying had already carried Li Yi on her back, so she had to follow her to turn around and go back upstairs, put Li Yi on his bed, let him pillow the porcelain pillow, and lay down with Yu Ruyi in his arms.

"Now it's all up to his own creation...... Lao Dao said with a sigh.

"I believe he won't die!" Fang Ting said, not knowing whether to really believe it or to cheer himself up.

In any case, no one can help, so they can only guard.

After guarding for a long time, Li Yi was still the same, his body was hot and cold, his face was red and white, and he didn't know how long it would take to wake up.

Fang Ting asked everyone to go to sleep, and she just watched here.

Yan Ming didn't know how many all-nighters he had, so he agreed to go downstairs to sleep on the sofa in the living room. The monk woke up this time and felt a little injured, and he went back to the bungalow with Lao Dao.

Zhou Xiaoyan didn't leave, saying that she would accompany her here.

As for Han Ying, don't ask, it's okay to sleep or not as a zombie.

The three women crawled on the edge of Li Yi's bed, and Li Yi didn't wake up in the middle of the night, so Fang Ting and Zhou Xiaoyan fell asleep in a daze.

When I opened my eyes at dawn, I saw that Li Yi was still the same, and I was even more worried for a while.

"When he ate ghosts before, I didn't see him in a coma for so long, and the most serious time he ate the dragon spirit, he only had a stomachache for two days and was fine. Lao Dao scratched his head and said.

"Amitabha, you said it was a rat spirit, and I just remembered," the monk said, "There has always been a legend in our temple that there was once a rat spirit in our temple, who often stole the sesame oil in front of the Buddha's throne, and was later lit by the living Buddha Jigong, and then he devoted himself to practicing in the temple, and from time to time in front of the monks for 800 years. Originally, we all thought it was just a legend, but we didn't expect him to be there......"

"Jigong has turned into a rat spirit? That's really 800 years old. Lao Dao sighed and said, "This time the trouble is even greater, it really depends on his creation ......."

Everyone was worried, and Fang Ting was silent for a while before speaking: "I believe in his creation. But it's useless for us to keep all of us here now, you should be busy with everything, and there is another thing that needs to be solved, the three old men are still unconscious......"

"Oh, monk, go ahead. Lao Dao said, "I listened to his conversation with the rat spirit last night, and it seems that the function of that trace of true qi is to create an illusion of Buddhism, and whoever wants to believe in Buddhism will fall into an illusion." Monk, you go and use your true qi to introduce the trace of true qi in their bodies into your body, and then set off on the illusion realm, there is no risk for you, a monk, and it can be easily resolved. ”

"Amitabha, monk, let's try it. The monk said.

Fang Ting took the monk to the front together, Yan Ming and Zhou Xiaoyan both had to go to work and left together, leaving the old way in the backyard to continue to sip wine, and Han Ying continued to stay by Li Yi's bedside inch by the inch.

waited from morning to noon, Fang Ting and the monk came back together, but they deliberately ran to the hospital again, and finally woke up all three old people.

Li Yi was still in a coma, but a little better was that the temperature difference between cold and heat began to shrink.

According to Lao Dao's inference, since the condition is no longer deteriorating, it is basically certain that Li Yi will not die, and as for when he will wake up, at least he will have to wait until the day after tomorrow.

With the quasi-letter, everyone was finally relieved, but in the evening, Yan Ming and Zhou Xiaoyan, as well as Song Yang, who only got the news today, all came here, even if they couldn't help, they had to be there to accompany them.

So many people simply started the fire here to make dinner, eating and drinking was quite lively, eating and drinking until eight or nine o'clock, and was about to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, but heard a knock on the door.

Everyone couldn't help but be stunned, you must know that the moon door between the front yard and the back yard is locked, and no one can enter unless you climb over the wall!

"Who?" Fang Ting asked loudly.

"Hehe, I'm here to find Master Li. A man's voice came from outside the door.

"Not good!" Lao Dao's face changed, and he said, "It's the old fat of the nightclub in the southern suburbs!"

"Southern suburbs nightclub?" Fang Ting frowned.

"Alas, it's a ghost nest, where this guy was taken by Xia Xiufang's ghost last time. Lao Dao pointed at Song Yang and whispered, "At that time, Li Yi also cheated others, and it is estimated that he realized that he was unconscious and took the opportunity to take revenge." ”

When they heard this, everyone couldn't help but be frightened, if it was really the boss of the ghost den who brought someone to take revenge, I was afraid that the trouble would be really big.

Li Yi was in a coma, Han Ying was guarding him upstairs, everyone downstairs was a coward, Fang Ting, Zhou Xiaoyan, and Song Yang were all ordinary people with no combat effectiveness, and even Yan Ming, a ghost, would only take the ghost order to move bricks.

"Please open the door, I'm here to send money to Master Li. The voice of the big fat man came from outside the door again.

"Send money?" Lao Dao blinked and whispered, "Don't they know that Li Yi is in a coma? This guy is really afraid of offending Li Yi, so he paid the protection fee every month?"

"Wait a minute!" Fang Ting responded, and asked Lao Dao in a low voice, "Can you open the door for him?"

Lao Dao gritted his teeth and said: "If you want to come, you can't hide, he won't leave if you don't open the door! You can open the door, but everyone must be ready, Officer Yan, you are also a ghost, you are responsible for collecting his money, he wants to ask Li Yi, and he will say that he is in retreat and cultivation." ”