Chapter 15 Donor, your forehead is black

Chapter 15 Donor, your forehead is black

Under the flickering lights, Zhao Yushu took a few deep breaths, closed the doors and windows, and took off his robe, leaving only a pair of shorts.

He's going to try Shadow Step again.

Although I just broke my leg last night, I recovered quickly.

At worst, I can fall again today. Anyway, I have the wooden board and bandages ready. I can just wrap them up.

With his spiritual power running, his legs began to run in place, and soon a shadow was formed.

Open the film industry, open the film industry, open the film industry!

Zhao Yushu stared at the shadow below him with full concentration. His legs were so tight that he couldn't even see his own feet.

Suddenly, everything went dark, as if someone had blown out the lights.

Lao Zhao fell into the endless darkness. There was only darkness. There was no direction, no up or down, and even no time.

Is this the film industry?

Zhao Yushu tried hard to concentrate his spiritual power in his brain, and his consciousness spread out like water waves. Suddenly, with him as the center, the scene within a radius of ten feet entered his sea of ​​consciousness, like a big ball, not even missing the first floor and the roof of the inn.

Lao Zhao tried to see further, but found that no matter how hard he squeezed his spiritual power, he couldn't expand any further.

It turns out that the fifth level of Shadow Stepping does not improve the moving distance, but the range of spiritual consciousness. Wherever the mind reaches, the body will be there.

Zhao Yushu's mind moved, and the scenery in front of him suddenly changed.

Zhao Yushu sat on the roof of the inn, looking at the bright moon in the sky, with his right hand raised in the air.

"I raise my cup to the bright moon, and my shadow and I become three people. Li Bai, please!"

Zhao Yushu should be thankful that he was on the roof at that moment, and that the scholars in the inn had gone to bed early in preparation for the big exam the day after tomorrow. Otherwise, if he had shouted like that, who knows how many people would have been so excited that they would not be able to sleep at night.

The next morning, Zhao Yushu, who had learned the Shadow Step, was in a good mood and slept in. When he heard the knock on the door, he hurriedly wrapped the wooden board and bandages around his waist and tried to pretend to limp to open the door.

"Sir, several monks from Xiangjiang Temple are here, saying they want to pray for the scholars. I think they are here for you," Xiao Jingling flashed in and said quickly.

"Pray for blessings? Pray for others and set me up. How insidious! I thought they would dare to fight openly, but they resorted to such despicable means. Little smart boy, go to the academy and call someone for me, and then do this..."

Xiao Jingling got the order and went there in a hurry. Zhao Yushu finished washing up in the room slowly and finally heard a knock on the door.

"Brother Zhao, is it convenient for you to come in?" Ouyang asked from outside the door.

"Brother Ouyang, please go ahead. The door is not locked. I have difficulty walking, so I won't open the door for you."

Ouyang asked as he entered the room: "Is Brother Zhao feeling better?"

"Thank you for your concern, brother Ouyang. The pain is gone now."

"That's great. Brother Zhao, would you mind coming downstairs with me?"

Zhao Yushu understood, but still asked: "What's the matter? If it's nothing serious, I'd better not move."

Ouyang Wen sat in front of the bed and said, "A few monks from Xiangjiang Temple came downstairs and said they would pray for us scholars and hope that we will have a good time in tomorrow's exam. Brother Wang has already gone downstairs and asked me to come and call you."

Zhao Yushu chuckled twice: "A man should not talk about strange things. If you can get into college just by praying, why did you and I study so hard for ten years?"

I won't go down, I won't go down, let's see how anxious you monks can be.

Ouyang Wen shook his head: "Brother Zhao, what you said is wrong. It may not be accurate to pray for blessings, but I heard that the monks in Xiangjiang Temple have magical powers. It would be good to add two drops of talisman water and wait for the spiritual platform to be clear tomorrow."

In your eyes, the monk's blessing is just Fengyoujing.

"Okay, Brother Ouyang, go first. There are so many people here, I'll move over slowly."

"I'll help you down"

“No, no, I’m used to walking slowly.”

Ouyang Wen no longer insisted and went downstairs alone. Zhao Yushu slowly moved to the outside of the door and leaned on the railing to watch the farce below.

When he appeared at the railing, the monks below also saw him, but it was not easy for them to directly cross the queue to find him, so they could only continue to act hard.

Zhao Yushu smiled as he watched the monks circling in circles, chanting sutras over and over again. Finally, he took a few drops of water from the bowl and placed them on the scholar's forehead. This whole process took a full quarter of an hour.

There were more than 20 scholars lined up downstairs, and it would probably take until noon for the monk to find him.

About half an hour later, Zhao Yushu's eyes lit up, and Xiao Jiling took Liu Jijiu into the inn. Before leaving, Xiao Jiling got instructions from Lao Zhao and led Liu Jijiu to find a table to sit down. Naturally, good tea and cakes were served. Liu Jijiu nodded to Zhao Yushu from a distance, and then pretended not to know him. Xiao Jiling waited on the side while they drank tea and watched the show.

Even though his legs were healed, it was a bit tiring to stand all the time, so Lao Zhao went back to the house and slowly brought out a chair to sit and watch.

The monks below clearly felt a surge of anger rising to their heads, and they wanted to rush up to the second floor and beat up the smiling cripple. However, thinking of their senior brother's instructions, they had to suppress their anger, but the speed of their actions was obviously much more hasty and perfunctory.

It was almost time. The scholars were the last in line. The monks were a little dizzy and their lips were dry. They just had to finish this, drink some water and take a break. Then they would go up and teach that kid a lesson, ruin his reputation, and make him get out of Dongdu tomorrow. Never think of setting foot in the academy again in this life.

At this moment, Zhao Yushu stretched himself, leaned on his crutches, and walked down leisurely from the second floor.

"Masters, it's my turn next, right?"

The monks gnashed their teeth and said, "The donor came at the right time."

Zhao Yushu sat on a chair, and eight monks began to chant scriptures around him. The scriptures that should have been compassionate and peaceful actually made them read out a sense of hostility. As expected, faith itself has nothing to do with good or evil, it only depends on the user's heart.

"Strange! Why is there a black aura lingering around your forehead? Let me take a closer look!" The leading monk pretended to be shocked and stood in front of Zhao Yushu.

Here it comes, the much-loved part of the black forehead

Zhao Yushu wanted to laugh, but he felt that if he didn't cooperate with the other person's hard work, it would be a bit hurtful to his self-esteem, so he also widened his eyes: "Ah? Is this true?"

"Is this, is this a haunting by an evil spirit? Benefactor, have you done anything bad recently?"

Fuck you, I didn't do anything that hurt my conscience, but I did do something that cost me a penny.

"That's impossible. I've only been in the Eastern Capital for a few days. Every day I just read and worship Buddha. Master, look at my legs, they are like this. What bad things could I have done?"

The monk looked gloomy and said, "Worshiping Buddha? Have you ever been disrespectful to the Buddha?"

"How dare I! I broke my leg, but I still climbed the 1,999 steps of your temple myself. This shows my sincerity."

The monk was choked and was stunned for a moment: "If it is really as the donor said, how could I be haunted by the evil ghost? Do you know that after being haunted by the evil ghost, it will be bad for myself..." The monk deliberately paused and looked around: "It will be bad for others! The big exam is coming soon, you must not harm other scholars"

Now it was Zhao Yushu's turn to be stunned. He thought that the monks said that his forehead was black just to extort some money from him to relieve his anger yesterday. Who knew that they were directly provoking him, which was bound to make him hostile to other scholars and even ruin his exam.

How could there be such a vicious person!

Wang Yuan frowned as he listened from behind: "Master, Brother Zhao is chivalrous and upright. Even if he is possessed by a dirty creature, I will pay some money and you can set up a Taoist temple to help him drive it away. How can you say that he has harmed us? That's alarmist."

Good brother, it has to be you!

The monk snorted coldly, "This donor is wrong. Donor Zhao is surrounded by black energy, and his mind is in chaos. He must go to our temple to face the wall and recite sutras for 49 days before it can be dispelled. If you don't do this, this evil spirit will devour Donor Zhao's mind to strengthen itself. In less than half a day, it will be able to leave the body. All the scholars in the inn will be entangled by then, and no one will be able to escape!"

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar. Except for Wang Yuan and Ouyang Wen, the other scholars subconsciously took a step back.

Seeing this, the monks looked at each other and raised their lips slightly.

"Master, I have an idea," Lao Zhao stood up with the help of his crutches. "If I go to the academy now and use the aura of the academy to suppress it, I wonder if this evil ghost will still dare to cause trouble?"

The leading monk sneered: "This evil ghost is arrogant and difficult to control. No one can suppress it except my Xiangjiang Temple."

Zhao Yushu smiled and said, "I've been waiting for you to say this."

Zhao Yushu turned his head, Liu Jijiu put down his teacup and stood up slowly.