Folk customs begin with Wu Caishen

Chapter 72 The Saint’s Instructions

As the host body of this god-inviting ceremony, shouldn't Zhou Binghai be happy to be able to contribute to Medicine King Bodhisattva?
Since such a sacred thing was successful, why do we need to hold a memorial service?

How could an ordinary memorial service be held in a conference room of a public hospital?

"This gathering is either aimed at you or me." Shi Xin thought for a while and said, "There is a high probability that it is aimed at me."

Xu Fanjia still had many questions to ask, but Shi Xin didn't give him a chance.

"There's no time, don't stay here, go hide downstairs."

She turned on her phone and logged into the game.

After getting stuck in the coal-fire disease last night, she was not in a hurry to go to the Medical Immortal Valley, but stayed at the foreign inn for one night.

After the wasteland characters entered the process of being dissected, Shi Xin and Zhang Su officially appeared at the memorial service.

She opened the door generously, and the five or sixty people in the room all turned back to stare at her. After a cursory glance, it was indeed as Xu Fanjia said, they were all tall young adults.

Shi Xin passed through the crowd. Compared with these carefully selected people, she was really a little bird, like a lamb falling into a pack of wolves, like being born in a hunting ground surrounded by jackals, tigers and leopards, like being thrown into A life-and-death battle, but she was still as calm as if she didn't feel the danger.

Zhang Su's situation was not so good. He followed Shi Xin, trying hard to keep a straight face and look like a master, but his trembling legs and uncontrollable facial muscles betrayed him.

very scary!
The eyes of these people showed pain, despair, disgust, hatred, and all kinds of emotions intertwined together, as if they could pounce on him and eat him at any time!

Shi Xin came to Zhou Binghai's portrait and stood quietly without saying anything about nostalgia. His face was indifferent and sullen, and he even showed impatience. After a while, he turned his attention to his parents.

"How did he die?"

This was a normal question, but when asked by Shi Xin, who had personally experienced Zhou Binghai's death, it became a provocation and disrespect.

Looking at the questioner's nonchalant look, the numb mother finally felt a second emotion besides grief, anger, many days after her son's death.

She was in disbelief at first. Why did her precious son, who was so outstanding and so dazzling, suffer pain while alive and be insulted in person after death?
"Ah..." She wriggled her lips, and after a few breaths she let out an almost insane roar: "You clearly know! You clearly know that my son died of illness!"

Shi Xin covered his ears and spread his hands again, like a scoundrel: "He was obviously killed by a ritual to invite gods. How can he say he died of illness?"

Perhaps she didn't expect that she would bring the matter to the table. The crazy mother even stopped going crazy and was stunned for a moment. Then she broke down and cried: "It's just a disease! It's just a disease! If it wasn't a disease, how could it be chosen to participate?" Ceremony to invite gods? My son is dead and you still won’t let him go! You want to insult him and bring him to this hellish place! Are you still human? Do you still have humanity?!"

The woman knelt on the ground and stopped shouting at Shi Xin. Instead, she went to question the five or sixty people behind her.

The older people in the crowd can still show a bit of intolerance, but the young people will not tolerate her.

"Auntie, can you figure this out? He was supposed to die after he got sick! It was the Holy Lady who saved him! Now the Holy Lady needs him to choose him, and it is also his blessing! It is better to die for the Medicine King Bodhisattva than to die for the Medicine King Bodhisattva. How much better it is to struggle alone with hopeless illness!”

"Then I would rather let him keep struggling!" Mother Zhou said through gritted teeth, "If it weren't for Medicine King Bodhisattva, he wouldn't have been tortured like that before he died!"

"How dare you disrespect Medicine King Bodhisattva?"

The young men suddenly became furious and bared their teeth as if they wanted to devour Zhou's mother alive.

Seeing the situation change, someone suddenly said loudly: "Stop making trouble! Do you want to die? If you want to die, don't hold me back! First complete the instructions of the Holy Lady and kill that woman!"

The focus on the field was once again focused on Shi Xin.She was like an opera singer under a spotlight, her every move was noticed.

"Kill me?" The actor took out the knife and turned around slowly: "That's not what the script says, right? Will the protagonist die?"

"Not always."

"Are you considered the protagonist too?"

Two waves of people, one old and one young, each expressed their feelings, and then the nearly 60 congregants took out the prepared killing tools from their pockets.

"Zizi-"

The folding knife was pushed to its longest length, and everyone stared at her eagerly. The young people were eager to try, while the older ones assumed a posture that they were sure to win.

Shi Xin smiled and asked Zhang Su to wait outside.

The door was pushed open and closed.

She turned the horn knife smoothly and inserted it into Zhou Binghai's portrait.

Amidst Zhou's mother's screams, the evil spirit instantly filled the entire conference room from bottom to top. White-haired Ji appeared. The narrow space could not even accommodate her body, and half of it was left in the human book.

Several silk threads came together and passed behind Shi Xin. The roots were clearly defined and wrapped around all the believers.

Her load-bearing strength was limited, so she only rolled up three people and smashed them against the ceiling each time, and then fell heavily to the ground at an extremely fast speed. Dozens of heavy knocks were heard one after another, without even wailing, and the conference room became quiet.

If you are lucky, your head will be protected, but your legs and arms will be broken. If you are unlucky, your head will be smashed, and you will probably start out in a vegetative state.

The silk thread was recovered and screams continued, but Shi Xin ignored it, took out the horn knife, picked up Zhou Binghai's portrait, and brought it to him to look at.

Such disrespectful behavior was not criticized by Zhou's mother because she was so shocked that she could not speak. Zhou's father was silent the whole time, like a fool, and later fainted from fright.

"Did he have close contact with anyone during his lifetime?"

Shi Xin came to Zhou's mother, blocked her sight, and forced her to recover: "You just said that Zhou Binghai was tortured before he died. Who tortured him? And why did he do this?"

Zhou's mother's weather-beaten face was stunned. Things were changing so fast that she couldn't adapt. Her mind went blank and she said without thinking: "Anstu... Anstu... Holy Son... do an experiment!"

"experiment?"

Zhou Binghai disappeared for several days before the ceremony to invite the gods. During this time, was he taken away by Anstu for experiments?

Anstu is the Son of God?Are you doing an experiment to invite gods?
Having said that, as the student union president, Anstu disappeared for a long time. Even though the whole school was required to be present on Tuesday, he did not show up. Xu Ruixue was still performing the duties of the acting student union president.

"Next question, what disease does Zhou Binghai have?" Shi Xin lowered his head, "I think if it wasn't a disease that was difficult to cure, you would never go to Medicine King Bodhisattva, right? What did he do to your son? ?”

Zhou's mother returned to her desperate look. Seeing this, she had to coax: "Tell me, maybe I can help you?"

(End of this chapter)