Peck of Rice Immortal Fate

Peck of Rice Immortal Fate Chapter 141

2020-11-08

Chapter 141 The Bulls and Ghosts Block the Road

A private school in the countryside, surrounded by bamboo fences, and a few rows of vegetables are grown in the fields in front of the gate .

The stupid chicken was digging the ground while walking, pecking at the insects in the soil, and was accidentally pounced on by the domestic dog.

The chicken feathers fly, the stupid chicken flies over the fence, gē gē gē triumphantly, and flaps its wings at the domestic dog.

The dog shook its head wildly, shook off the feathers stuck to its nose, and barked at the stupid chicken.

Amidst the sound of chickens flying and dogs jumping, the sound of Lang Lang's reading could be heard from the half-supported bamboo windows of the private school.

Master Song walked past many schoolchildren with his hands behind his back, holding a scroll in one hand and a ruler in the other.

“Whoops!”

A school child almost jumped up from the pain after eating the ruler.

"The third stage is wrong, start again!"

Under Master Song's stern gaze, the schoolchildren endured their grievances and recited them carefully.

After walking around, Master Song returned to the lecture table and sat down. In addition to the pen and ink, there was also a plate of cut moon cakes, decorated with a few dried osmanthus flowers.

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"Goodbye, Master!"

The schoolchildren said goodbye one by one, one of whom had a runny nose, took out the dried sweet potato wrapped in coarse cloth, It is said that the parents gave the master a taste of the early adopters.

Master Song touched the head of the schoolboy, accepted the dried sweet potato, and told him to go back and study his homework.

When the house was empty, Master Song closed the doors and windows, went back to the house and sat down, sighed.

There was a mystifying sound in the air.

"Master Song, you are a good person in the daytime, and you can use magic to harm others at night, can you really feel at ease?"

The voice was erratic, coming from all directions, like it came from Nether Soul 's tone.

Master Song said with a stern face, "Don't be long-winded, I'll cast a spell tonight!"

"It's better to hurry up, Qilian County Magistrate said, before reaching the county seat, Take care of those people!"

Master Song got up, first turned to the niche behind him, and offered incense to a tablet with a pious expression.

On the wooden tablet, the four characters 'Sacred Teacher' are written impressively.

"It's really hypocritical, you are a scholar who is not even a scholar, you don't deserve to teach Disciple by yourself."

"Also, if you are cultivating witchcraft in private, if outsiders find out , it must be pointed out by thousands of people, and it can't be hidden anymore!"

Master Song was angry, "Shut up, you are just an Evil Thought that I have divided up, what qualifications do you have to point fingers?"

Evil Thought entrenched in the air, hehe smiled, "Because you and I are one, I can unscrupulously mock you and ridicule you."

"Because, even if you fly into a rage out of humiliation, you can't kill me either, killing me is killing you!"

Song Fuzi flicked his sleeves, "nonsense, please stay quiet and let me cast spells with peace of mind!"

Evil Thought But he said, "You'd better be careful, Qilian County Magistrate is going to hunt down people with experts to protect them!"

"Not long ago, the old man was broken."

Master Song showed disdain on his face, "The old man's methods are just a few words from the shackles, and they are fragmentary and unreliable."

After saying that, he took out the copper basin towel and carefully Dry hands.

He carried a wooden case from under his feet, covered with red cloth and wrapped in a towering object.

Master Song took a few steps back and saluted the red cloth on the wooden case with a respectful demeanor.

"Hypocritical, so hypocritical, I can't stand it!" Evil Thought yelled again and again.

Song Master retorted, "My name teaches the question, and the first emphasis is on the word 'propriety', and the famous school is also called the etiquette!"

"Even if it is to use evil methods to kill people, the etiquette It is also indispensable, otherwise how can it comfort the undead?"

Evil Thought snort disdainfully, "red tape, pretending to be brilliant."

"Famous religions are nothing but a bunch of rotten Confucians, relying on offering sacrifices to nobles Nianwen made a fortune, and more and more regarded this set as the housekeeping capital!"

Master Song looked attentively, and untied the red cloth, revealing a huge cow's skull.

This bone has no flesh and blood, and is cleanly removed. The whole body is white without a trace of gray matter.

"Be my blood essence, let me drive!"

Master Song held a dagger, cut his palm, and a blood line fell vertically, dripping on the cow's skull.

The cow skull of pure white as jade is constantly absorbing like a sponge, without even the slightest erythema falling.

After a while, the air smelled of blood, and Master Song turned pale.

At this time, the cow's skull finally reacted, and wu wu wu hummed.

Bang, there was a sound of falling to the ground outside the door.

A sadness appeared on Master Song's face, and he put his hand on the bamboo door and exerted force.

"Ah, don't!"

A schoolchild rolled and was sucked into the classroom by the strong wind, his face full of horror.

"Master, spare your life, I forgot my book in the school, and I came back to get it."

"I didn't see anything just now!"

Master Song helped him up , softly comforting, "child don't be afraid!"

"Kill him, he has seen it!" Evil Thought circled beside him, screaming fiercely.

The schoolboy was full of fear. Just now, he saw a strange scene through the crack of the door, and found that Master Song looked unfamiliar.

Thinking of hearing the various legends described by the elders, I was even more afraid, my face wrinkled, and my nose twitched.

Behind Master Song, the bull's skull glowed green, and it became more and more vigorous as it was put away.

"Child, forget about this!"

Master Song touched the back of the schoolboy's head, his palms soft, like velvet.

The schoolboy desperately nodded, "I must forget, I can't remember anything!"

He just wants to go home now.

"Just forget about it!"

Song Master's face was ferocious, his wrists were violently used, and the schoolchild's slender neck bones were broken on the spot, and the poor child died before he could react. .

"Hypocritical, so hypocritical!"

Evil Thought kept scolding, "Isn't it enough to just stab to death, isn't it too troublesome to do this?"

Master Song wiped the corners of his eyes, "His name is Zhang Ergou, and he sits by the window in the third row. He usually likes to cover his face with a book and secretly eat cakes."

"He was taught by my heart. A student who has been two years old!"

"So...don't waste it."

He turned around and gave the green light to the cow's skull and ordered, "While it's hot!"

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A green light glowed on the bull's skull, and after receiving the order, it let out a sharp howl that shook the entire private school.

Next moment, a green fire rises and falls on the poor child.

The corpse melts like hot wax, gradually disappeared.

Wait until the green fire rises here, it has already begun to shape the outline, and gradually becomes the spooky monster of the Ox-Head Human Body.

"Niugui!"

Song Master took out a few portraits, which were impressively the appearance of Fang Dou and Qian Yuanwai, and swayed twice in front of the monster.

"Find these people and kill them and everyone around them!"

"Bring the corpse back!"

Niu The ghost has a tall body, knotted muscles, and gloomy eyes. After listening to the order, he does not answer, and turns into a gust of wind.

The overcast wind was so violent that it blew open all the doors and windows of the private school and flew out to Heaven and Earth.

Master Song looked out the window and saw the night outside, sighed then said lightly.

"Zhang Ergou's family, it must be very sad that they can't see their child return home tonight!"

"Seeing one's child die before oneself is also a human tragedy. , God is pitiful!"

"This child is too reckless, the master has clearly taught him the truth of not peeping into the dark room, how can he not listen? In the end, he gave his life in vain!"

In the darkness of the night, only three or two shivering cicadas uttered their voices.

(end of this chapter)