"Squeak."

Footsteps quickly sounded from inside, and the wooden door was instantly opened.

"Please, boss."

When I entered the house, I found a chair and sat down: "Late at night, take care of it."

Jing'an lifted his robe and knelt down: "Xie Zhangmen will not be punished!"

I laughed and hurriedly helped him up: "No, no, get up first and then speak."

When Jing'an sat down again, I spoke, "I asked you to accompany me in this play today, for others to see."

After a pause, I shifted gears: "You can go without punishment, but you have to give me an answer."

"Why did you flee?"

A ripple appeared on Jing'an's calm face: "Yes, yes, I'm afraid."

"Afraid?"

I looked at him suspiciously, "You know all the texts of the Daomen, right?" Just chant an exorcism spell, and the dirty things won't dare come near you."

"You don't believe me?"

"In other words, I'm sure I believe it."

Jing An exhaled softly, "When we were in the Chen Liugong Palace, we had never seen this kind of scene."

"Whether it's chanting scriptures or drawing talismans, these are already engraved in my bones, but I can't suppress the fear in my heart."

The moment he looked up at me, his eyes reddened a little: "I know it's embarrassing, but I can't help it!"

I tapped him on the back of his hand a few times and reassured, "It's okay, this is over."

"I'm coming to you today because I know who you are, and I appreciate your candor."

Jing'an nodded vigorously: "I'll figure it out!" I promise, this will be the last time!"

"But, fear is human nature, and you can't control me."

Jing'an was slightly stunned: "You can't ask me to be a deserter for the rest of my life, right?"

"The best way to overcome fear is to face it directly."

I thought for a moment, "I'll be arranging something else for you recently, and you can get ready."

After saying that, I already stood up: "It's okay, rest early, the sun will rise tomorrow."

That being said, I can't sleep.

I always thought that Chen Liugong was a well-known grand spectacle, and there were countless talented people among them.

Of course, this is indeed the case.

It's just that I didn't expect them to be flowers in a greenhouse, and they can't withstand any wind and rain at all.

In other words, they are only suitable for knocking on the Dharma instrument and reciting sutras.

The answer to why the world has so many misunderstandings about Taoist priests lies in this.

They have become accustomed to sitting high in the temple and have lost the ability to help the world.

In the long run, the Taoism of Mo Nan will become a drama troupe that blows and blows.

I suddenly thought of someone.

It was too late to call, so I turned back and went into the bedroom first.

As I slept on, there was fog around me again.

Well?

Isn't Uncle Chen already enlightened and ascended to heaven? What's going on?

Just as I was wondering, I suddenly heard a voice from the white mist.

"I hurt."

The voice was very small, and it sounded very empty, as if it was coming from far away.

I tentatively shifted my foot forward, but before I could get closer, the white mist suddenly dispersed.

I was so excited that I opened my eyes in an instant.

Outside the window, the autumn insects are still chirping, and the bright moon illuminates the ground very transparently.

I got up and walked to the window, just in time to see the sparkling Trevi Fountain.

The cry for help just now is still in my ears, I'm not sure if it's Uncle Chen's voice, but such a real voice makes my heart hang all the time.

The only way to give me peace of mind is to dig the pool again.

But the inside has long been filled with water, and there are hard cement and tiles underwater, and the best way to break it is an excavator.

When I saw it at three o'clock in the morning

After a while, I immediately gave up the idea of finding someone.

After thinking about it before and after, I found a few pieces of cloth in a drawer, lifted my legs and went out the door.

As soon as the water exchange valve opened, the water surface descended at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon the pale blue tiles were revealed.

The head of the hammer was wrapped in a damp cloth, and there was almost no sound when it was smashed.

After about half an hour, a large crater had appeared in the ground.

I threw the hammer and lay on the edge of the cave to look inside, when a black shadow like an arrow suddenly burst out of the hole.

When I looked closely, it was a rat the size of a slap!

"Hula."

I seem to have dug into the ancestral grave of the rats, and the whining rats are pouring out like a tide.

I picked up my hammer and crackled it downward.

In a moment, the rats were running and dying, and a few half-dead were squeaking and screaming on the ground.

I picked up the hammer and was just about to finish them off, when I suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Why is there so much oil on this group of rats?

When I looked closer, I realized that it was not oil on them, but the sheen of the fur itself.

I couldn't help but start drawing a soul in my heart, what did this rat eat?

Suddenly, my heart pounded.

One of the things that the old turtle fears the most is the mouse!

This thing can get into the tortoise shell of the old tortoise, the tortoise shell is indeed hard, but the inside is soft!

I didn't dare to be abrupt, and the speed of my hand sped up a few points.

When the trevi fountain was completely dug into a big hole by me, I finally saw the turtle shell.

The bright flashlight swept away, and I suddenly felt bad.

The Tortoiseshell Mountain is densely covered with gnawing marks, and there are still some black particles in the deep mountains.

That's rat droppings!