After the abusive husband became enlightened, the fox demon master turned black

Chapter 14 Fourteen, Kneeling Statue of the God of Agriculture

After walking for an unknown amount of time, a dilapidated Temple of Agriculture suddenly appeared in front of us.

She frowned and walked inside with her sword in hand.

When he crossed the dilapidated threshold, blood dripped on his ankles, which immediately attracted a group of little ghosts in the temple to snatch the food.

Sang Mo backed away warily, and at the same time raised his hand and swung the wooden stick.

When the wooden stick passed by, the shrill roar of the little ghost sounded in the temple, and it suddenly became quiet again.

It was very dark inside the temple and he couldn't see anything clearly. Sang Mo calmed down, pulled off the hem of his skirt and wrapped it around the bleeding wound.

She already knew there was danger inside, but she still decided to go in. Maybe Shen Yanqing was inside.

The moment she crossed the threshold, Sang Mo clearly noticed that more than a dozen eyes were on her. She looked around cautiously and slowly walked inside.

It was very dark inside the temple. As Sang Mo was walking, she was suddenly stopped by something. She lowered her head and found that it was a stone statue.

Sang Mo didn't pay much attention. He raised his head and lit a talisman fire at his fingertips and continued walking forward.

Suddenly a black wind blew through and extinguished the talisman fire on Sang Mo's fingertips, and then more than a dozen green will-o'-the-wisps appeared in the temple, illuminating the surrounding area.

Only then did Sang Mo realize that the stone statue that had stopped him was actually the kneeling statue of Zelin, the God of Agriculture.

In front of it are numerous memorial tablets of various people, densely packed and still standing over the past thousand years.

It just knelt on the ground quietly, where Sang Mo couldn't see it, and silently endured all this.

The stone statue was very vividly carved. When Sang Mo knelt down and looked at the stone statue, he vaguely felt that it was the Master.

He was kneeling on the ground holding a pair of cloth shoes in his hands, and the reflections from the slaps on both sides of his cheeks were reflected.

The shoes probably belonged to some villager. They had two holes in them and were very smelly.

Sang Mo subconsciously reached out and took off the shoes from the stone statue.

She only felt that the place where the scab had formed on her heart had been torn open again, and the flesh and blood were blurred. The man still sprinkled salt on it and poured hot oil on it...

She looked at Zelin's kneeling statue blankly, not knowing what to do with it.

After thinking again and again, she reached out and covered the eyes of the stone statue. At the same time, she used her other hand to smash the stone statue into pieces.

Master, it’s my turn now.

The gravel fell to the ground with a crash.

When the dust was flying, Sang Mo raised his head and faced the faces with claws and teeth in front of him.

She put away all her emotions and asked calmly: "Where is the person who came in with me?!"

After the ghosts discussed it with each other, the ground suddenly shook, and the skeletons emerged from the ground again.

Shen Yanqing was held up in the air by a dozen blue-gray ghost hands.

A pale-faced female ghost was hanging on his waist, with her ghost claws on his lifeline, and another one was hanging on his neck, with her mouth open and ready to bite his neck off at any time.

The scene looked a bit embarrassing, but it looked like Shen Yanqing had been violated.

Sang Mo turned away silently, but still couldn't help but take a sneak peek.

A hunchbacked old ghost with a green face stepped forward and ordered Sang Mo to throw away the sword, "His life is in your hands. As long as you promise to stay here, we will let him go, otherwise we will eat him."

Sang Mo was a little confused, why did he have to leave her here when he could kill her directly?
She glanced at Shen Yanqing again, and when she saw Sang Mo's gaze, he quickly turned his head away and looked away from her with a cold face, but his expression seemed to be expecting something.

Sang Mo threw away the wooden stick he had been using to defend himself, "I can promise you, but you have to send him out."

"..."

As soon as these words came out, all the ghosts exclaimed, and one female ghost asked: "Why are you so stupid?"

"You don't understand, this is called love." A male ghost said.

"What the hell, I just remember that I was defrauded of money and sex by a man, and was finally dragged to feed the dogs."

The ghost of an old lady couldn't help but persuade Sang Mo, "You girl, you can't even trust your own father these days, you save a man for nothing!"

"Yes! Isn't this stupid?" The ghosts all discussed the gossip they had heard. For a while, the whole temple was talking nonsense, which made Sang Mo's head hurt.

Amidst the chaos, a black mist quickly approached Sang Mo and soon enveloped her in it.

The moment he was swallowed, Sang Mo looked at Shen Yanqing. He was stunned, with a dull expression on his face, and his face was full of disbelief.Although she was scared inside, she still smiled to reassure him.

After being swallowed by the black mist, the surroundings became void without a trace of light. Sang Mo stretched out his hand and walked forward slowly.

The road was not very smooth and had many potholes. Sang Mo stepped into water several times. She lifted up her skirt and walked more cautiously.

As he was walking, his feet suddenly felt soft, as if he had stepped on shit. Sang Mo curled his lips in disgust and wanted to change the direction and continue walking.

However, as soon as she turned around, a pair of cold and dry ghost hands suddenly grabbed her shoulders, forced her to turn to the original direction, and gave her a hard push, signaling her to continue moving forward.

Sang Mo stumbled and almost fell over. She cursed bitterly, lifted up her skirt and continued walking forward.

But the ghost hand pushed her reluctantly and motioned for her to go faster, so Sang Mo had no choice but to go as fast as possible.

The ghost hand seemed to have found the joy of driving people, and gave Sang Mo a hard push.

This time Sang Mo was caught off guard and fell heavily to the ground. His knees were bruised and painful.When she touched it, she found that her dress was completely wet. She yelled angrily, "Why are you pushing?! Are you a dung beetle?!"

The ghost didn't seem to be able to speak. After being scolded, he became very angry and wheezed.

Sang Mo sat on the damp ground, shivering from the cold wind.

Judging from the ghost's behavior, it seemed that he didn't dare to do anything to her.Sang Mo simply couldn't get up, and Sarai said: "My leg is injured and I can't walk anymore."

"Huhu~~" The cold wind blew even harder.

Sang Mo bit the bullet and didn't move. The ghost pushed Sang Mo again, trying to get her up. Sang Mo took advantage of the situation and walked to the ground, "Oh my! My waist is broken, and I can't walk anymore."

"Huhu~~" The dark wind circled around Sang Mo. Sang Mo lay on his back and squinted his eyes to check the surrounding situation.

Suddenly, a spider-like monster with eight legs appeared in his sight, with long hair covering his face and a stooped back.

It growled, as if it was cursing someone. Sang Mo chuckled and said, "I don't understand."

Hearing this, the monster's cursing voice suddenly increased ten times.

After roaring for a few times, it found it boring, so it had no choice but to pick up Sang Mo and walk forward with resentment.

Sang Mo climbed on its shoulders beautifully, observing the surrounding situation.

Where is this monster taking her?
Are you going to see that bad Taoist lord?
After walking for an unknown amount of time, a place similar to an altar suddenly appeared in front of me.

Firefly lanterns were lit around the altar, and there was a large square iron cage in the center, with a person locked in the iron cage.

Seems to be a monk.

Sang Mo was attracted by his bald head at first sight.

The head was well-proportioned, round and very beautiful, as if it was born just to be shaved.

It's just that the monk seems to be still wearing bright red wedding clothes, sitting upright in the cage, lowering his head and reading scriptures.

As soon as Sang Mo landed, five ladies in bright clothes rushed up.

Their faces are painted with death makeup, they wear big red flowers on their heads, and they hold the bride's wedding clothes in their hands.

She took a step back and raised her hand to strike, only to realize that her spiritual power was blocked!
The witches pulled Sang Mo over and changed her clothes and put on makeup.

She watched vigilantly as the hags put on wedding clothes and phoenix crowns for her, and then were pushed into the iron cage.

Someone helped her while she was staggering. Sang Mo looked up and saw the monk in the iron cage looking at him indifferently.

His eyebrows were gentle, and his temperament was as clear and free as a mountain stream.

After Sang Mo stood firm, he withdrew his hand, lowered his head slightly and recited the Buddha's name, "Amitabha, this poor monk is rude."

Sang Mo sat down opposite him, waved his hands after hearing this, and said, "It's okay. If it weren't for Master's support, I'm afraid I would have fallen to pieces."

The monk lowered his head and showed a soft smile, "The donor was joking."

Sang Mo glanced around and asked, "What is this place?"

The monk said: "There are monsters, ghosts and monsters."

While Sang Mo was looking around, a group of little ghosts suddenly swarmed towards the iron cage.

(End of this chapter)