Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

"If you don't believe it, you can stick this talisman on the monster's body. You will know at a glance what the result will be."

As he spoke, he took out a yellow talisman paper from his pocket.

Fold the talisman paper and stuff it into the crack of the door.

Then, he saluted again and put his hands together.

"I also ask the donor to think clearly as soon as possible."

After saying that, the door was still closed.

Quiet, no sound.

The talisman paper was still there, motionless.

The monk stood at the door and waited for a while.

Strangely, there was no forced entry.

When the door didn't open, he left.

Still coming and going without a trace.

Left quickly.

Behind the door, the man who had been standing there grabbed the talisman paper caught in the crack of the door and tore it into pieces.

Torn into small pieces.

Not feeling it was enough, he threw the pieces of the talisman into the fire.

The talisman paper was burned directly and turned into a stream of gray smoke.

In the house, the person who had been quietly peeking through the window watched quietly.

Watch him take out the ashes from the brazier and pour them out.

His face was calm, as if nothing had happened.

She looked at it and lowered her eyes slightly.

There was a faint flash of some unknown emotions.

he……

Do you believe her so much?

She slowly pinched the hem of her skirt.

very quiet.

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After finishing the housework, the man wakes up his little fox as usual.

Pick up his fox and give it a kiss.

Swaying slightly, the voice was gentle and gentle.

"Little raccoon?"

"It's time to get up. I made your most delicious braised fish. It will be cold if you get up late."

The fox had woken up long ago, raised his fluffy head, and looked at him intently.

With a groan, he leaned over and licked him.

"Little raccoon is so good."

The man smiled like a spring breeze.

It still looked like nothing had happened.

He didn't mention anything about the monk's visit just now.

He just rubbed its tail and took it out of bed.

Rinse its mouth and face as usual.

In the cowshed, the cow gave a long moo.

Puzzled.

I don't understand what's wrong with its owner. He was such a wise and careful person in the past, but he can't see clearly that the bad fox is a monster.

No matter who says it, don’t believe it.

It's like getting into the tip of a bull's horn.

Beside, the chickens in the chicken coop clucked.

This time, it's not a repeat.

It giggled and said loudly: "You can never wake up a person who is pretending to sleep, because he does it on purpose! On purpose!"

The fox's ears twitched and he looked over instantly.

"Bad fox! Bad fox!"

"Whatever you are looking at, you are a bad fox!"

The chicken crows.

Started to repeat what the cow said again.

"..." The fox narrowed his eyes slightly.

As if thinking about something.

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late at night.

Earth Temple.

The temple, which no one visited all year round, welcomed an uninvited guest.

Wearing a red dress, facing the wind, the fragrance spreads.

Appearing in the Earth Temple, stepping on the layers of fallen leaves.

There was a subtle clicking sound.

The strong wind blew and the shadows of the trees swayed.

In the Earth Temple, the statue of the Earth God was painted and most of it had faded.

It was dark, and the altar was empty and full of dust.

The statue lit up.

Then, the short old man appeared.

Holding on to a cane that was taller than him, the leaves on his head were sparse.

He spun around in a circle and staggered.

Then he sat down on the temple threshold, covered in ashes again.