The master of metaphysics is short of money in the five elements

"I was so happy that I went crazy. At night, I dreamed of the statue again. The statue told me that it would give me the remaining 40 yuan when I complete the small temple."

Fu Niannian interrupted him at this time: "You have never doubted what this statue is? It can not only enter dreams, but also give you money in reality."

The monk smiled strangely when he heard this, his eyes seemed mocking and resentful, "You don't understand the pain of those of us at the bottom at all. I farm in my hometown and my income is only tens of thousands of yuan a year. I may never You can’t even see 100 million, do you think it’s more terrifying to be poor or to have that statue of a god?”

"Then being poor is more terrifying." Fu Niannian continued.

The monk choked at her unexpected answer. Bai Ying and Zhou Ning were also dumbfounded, but Lu Wu laughed softly.

The monk came back to his senses, opened his mouth, and took a while to organize his words and continue: "I hired people early the next morning, chose the innermost place in the mountain, and started building the temple."

"In more than ten days, the temple was built. On the day it was built, I received the transfer of the remaining 40 yuan. I was so happy that I didn't sleep all night. I fell asleep hazily at dawn."

"I originally thought that it would be over once the temple was built, but unexpectedly, I dreamed of that statue again."

"That statue is here to discuss business with me again." When the monk said this, fear flashed across his face. It was obvious that this dream had cast a certain shadow on him.

"The idol said that he hired me to look after the clay statue in the temple, and at the same time, he tried his best to attract nearby villagers to come to worship on the 15th day of the month. He paid me 200 million yuan every year."

"That's 200 million! Who would think it's too much money?" The monk had a greedy expression on his face.

Fu Niannian raised her eyebrows. She thought she already knew what was going to happen next.

Sure enough, the monk continued: "I agreed to his conditions without thinking about it. It was just to get people to worship him. I thought at that time, if I really couldn't find anyone, I would mobilize my relatives and friends. They would not Go, I will give them ten or 20 yuan at a time."

When the monk said this, he showed a regretful expression on his face.

"I originally thought it was very simple. There was really no problem in the first two years. Even if I didn't take anyone with me even if I was in my 15th grade, my employer wouldn't have any objections. But in the past two years, it hasn't been possible. If I was in my 15th grade in the past two years, If he doesn’t take people with him, he’ll lose his temper.”

"He came and beat me in my dream, letting me experience the feeling of death. It felt like I had actually died."

"Later, I could only encourage the nearby villagers to worship him."

The monk paused here, with a guilty expression on his face, and deep fear in his eyes.

Fu Niannian knew that the important point was coming. Xia Chenyan wanted people to worship him, just to obtain incense and the power of faith. A dead person could enjoy incense, but not the power of faith.

He calls himself a god, but he is not a god and cannot become a god.

The power of faith cannot be transformed into power by him, so he can only find another way.

Judging from the evil look of the gods, the truth is not very good.

"Go on." Fu Niannian stared at the monk with slightly cold eyes.

The monk murmured for a long time before finally speaking in a low voice: "I originally thought that it would be enough to let the villagers worship him. I thought that this kind of life would last until I grow old. But I didn't expect that the day before the Half-Ghost Festival in July last year, he entered my body. The dream told me to bring a sacrifice to the tunnel during the Half-Ghost Festival in July."

Fu Niannian's pupils shrank slightly and her voice became tense: "Sacrifice? Is it a human being?"

When the monk heard that she had guessed it, he trembled all over and nodded very slowly after a long while.

Fu Niannian's eyes shot towards him like ice, and the monk trembled again and shrank his neck.

"Where is the tunnel?" Fu Niannian asked him.The monk slowly raised his hand and pointed to the wall behind the small temple, "Behind the wall." After saying that, fear appeared on his face again. "I don't even know when there was a tunnel behind the temple. He is not a human! He It’s a ghost! I’m scared, I’m really scared, I don’t want to die!”

The monk held his head and was in a crazy state, but no one present showed any mercy.

He chose his own path, and he harmed people, and judging from his arrogance at the beginning, he seemed to have brainwashed some of the villagers into voluntarily making sacrifices.

Fu Niannian kicked him, and when he raised his head in fear, he looked at him condescendingly: "Is there only one person?"

The monk's pupils tightened and his lips trembled.

Fu Niannian sneered, and her tone was low but filled with coldness that penetrated into the bone marrow: "You deserve to die."

When the monk heard the word "death", he became crazy: "I don't want to die! I said everything! You promised to force the Gu worm out for me! You can't keep your word!"

As he spoke, he reached out to pull Fu Niannian's trouser legs. Fu Niannian took a few steps back, and the cold-looking monk felt chills all over after just one look.

"You can't do this! You can't give me hope and then extinguish it!"

The monk didn't have much strength, but he still dragged his body towards Fu Niannian.

He looked crazy and twisted, crawling on the ground in darkness, like a monster.

Fu Niannian looked at him coldly, and after seeing enough of his posture, she said lightly: "I didn't put a worm in your mouth at all."

The monk's body froze in place, and time seemed to stretch out for a long time. He slowly raised his head, his eyes red and looking at her with resentment.

Fu Niannian stood calmly and let him look.

However, Lu Wu raised his hand and whipped him. He screamed, rolled to the side, and vomited a mouthful of blood.

Fu Niannian felt that the stimulation was not enough, so she opened her palm in the direction of the monk, with Zi Gu lying in the center of his hand.

At that time, she used her spiritual power to wrap up the bug and seemingly threw it in. In fact, she controlled her spiritual power to bring the bug out again.

Although it was disgusting, fortunately she was wearing disposable gloves, and it was worth it to watch the fake monk's hope and despair.

The blood from the monk's mouth gushed out again, in large mouthfuls, staining his chest red, and it seemed unstoppable.

Fu Niannian didn't want to worry about him anymore. She turned back to look at Bai Ying and Zhou Ning: "You two stay here and watch him. Don't let him run away."

"Lu Wu and I will go down to the tunnel to have a look."

Bai Ying and Zhou Ning nodded in unison.

Before leaving, Fu Niannian put a talisman on the broken statue.

She and Lu Wu walked around the small temple and saw a small door blocked by a stone slab.

Lu Wu squatted down and opened the small door. After the door was opened, there was a very narrow tunnel.

Fu Niannian and Lu Wu looked at each other, and Fu Niannian went down first.