Chapter 475

The offerings on the steamer were eaten by Runsheng.

The black energy on his body was as thick as if it had been poured with ink, rolling and overflowing.

The water on the kitchen floor had submerged the soles of his shoes, and gray mist was rising.

Yin Meng realized that she had done a bad thing with good intentions.

She only cared about bringing out the best things for Runsheng, but neglected whether this thing was something Runsheng could support.

This was the offering closest to the Great Emperor, and the Great Emperor was a dead-end existence unimaginable in its majesty.

Since the establishment of Fengdu, the Great Emperor's main body had never left the underworld; even when competing with the Bodhisattva, he first pulled the Bodhisattva into hell and then suppressed him by lifting his foot with his main body.

Therefore, this kind of item stained with the Great Emperor's main body aura basically did not exist in the outside world, let alone this kind of sacrificial food.

After these sacrificial foods were eaten by Runsheng, the characteristics in Runsheng's body were completely triggered, and it could even be said that they were completely boiling up.

"Runsheng... Runsheng."

Facing Yin Meng's call, Runsheng had no reaction; he just stood there, emitting an aura that made one's heart palpitate.

Yin Meng's first reaction was to find a way to remedy it; she wanted to go out and call Brother Xiaoyuan.

However, when Yin Meng walked toward the kitchen, Runsheng, who was originally motionless, suddenly turned his head to follow.

The water at the kitchen door turned into water vapor and floated up, forming an invisible door.

Immediately after, the surrounding walls, including the roof, were also attached by water vapor.

It was like a cage, trapping Yin Meng here, making her unable to leave.

"Runsheng, it's my fault, it's my lack of consideration in doing things; I shouldn't have let you eat these things without authorization; you control yourself first, let me go out and contact Brother Xiaoyuan; Brother Xiaoyuan must know how to solve this problem, okay?"

However, after ensuring that the person in front of him could not leave him, Runsheng had no reaction.

Yin Meng was not afraid; not to mention that Runsheng was just standing still now, even if Runsheng really lost control and wanted to kill or eat her, she wouldn't be afraid.

But she was very self-blaming now; this meeting she had been looking forward to day and night had actually been turned into this by herself.

Yin Meng squatted down, slapped her forehead continuously with her palms, her eye sockets turning red.

Soon, she shook her head, forcing herself to break away from the emotions of regret and guilt, and tried hard to calm down and think of a way.

However, various methods were tried from the afternoon until dark, and Runsheng had no feedback.

She couldn't leave this kitchen, and at the same time, she couldn't truly touch Runsheng's body; Yin Meng even suspected whether her voice could reach Runsheng's ears.

In the end, Yin Meng even took out the token to enter and exit the ghost gate, but in this environment wrapped and isolated on all sides, the ghost gate couldn't be opened at all.

After entering the night, the ghost street vendors closed their stalls, shops closed their doors, and the thick fog that rose with the sunset rendered the ghost street with a layer of eerie tranquility.

"Disciple, let Master see, how was the harvest today?"

Yang Banxian came to his disciple's stall holding a divination banner.

He was dressed as a Daoist priest, and the disciple was dressed as a monk.

The master and disciple were one at the east end of the ghost street and one at the west end.

In Yang Banxian's plan, this was called catching all the passenger flow while also eating both Buddha and Dao.

The disciple looked embarrassed and took out the alms bowl.

Yang Banxian reached out and poked the money inside, puzzled: "Just this little bit?"

The disciple touched his newly shaved bald head and said: "Master, I'm clumsy, I can't cheat people."

Yang Banxian showed anger and scolded: "Bastard, how are you talking!"

The disciple shrank his neck from being scolded.

Yang Banxian: "How did Master usually teach you? This is called not being able to convert people with money.

You kid, you can't even speak, how can you cheat money?"

Disciple: "Master, you'd better let me continue to follow you; I really can't support a stall by myself."

Yang Banxian sighed: "Try a few more days; if it's still like this in the next few days, you continue to follow Master to set up a stall. Look at you, the little money earned in the alms bowl is not as much as the one begging on that side; it's a waste of the money I spent to set up this outfit for you."

Disciple: "Hehehe, I just like following Master."

Yang Banxian: "Master is old, who knows which day I will kick my legs and go to see the Tathagata Buddha; when Master is gone, how will you live alone?"

Disciple: "Master live a long life!"

Yang Banxian didn't bother to take money from this alms bowl and pushed it toward the disciple: "Take this money and buy cake to eat."

Disciple: "Master, this little bit can only buy chicken cake, not enough to buy one with cream."

Yang Banxian: "Stinky kid, you can't earn money, but you are quite picky!"

Scolding was scolding, but Yang Banxian still took out a bill and threw it into the alms bowl.

He still felt sorry for his disciple.

Even more afraid that the disciple wouldn't run to the cake shop in the county town to buy cake, and he wouldn't be able to get away to go to the hair salon to wash his hair.

"Thank you, Master."

"Go quickly, if you go late, the shop will close."

"Hey hey hey, going now!"

Yang Banxian lit a cigarette and took two puffs, just in time to see the disciple who was running holding the alms bowl suddenly slow down; this step-by-step appearance, from the back, really had a bit of solemnity.

"Stinky kid, this is right, you have to walk like this, once you set up the posture, people with money will come to find you to convert!"

Yang Banxian was very gratified and made comments; when he saw the disciple didn't walk through the small alley out of the ghost street, but walked up along the main street, he was stunned for a moment and shouted:

"Kid, where are you walking to?"

The disciple didn't respond and continued forward.

Yang Banxian chased up quickly: "Kid, Master is talking to you, what are you pretending to be deaf for!"

Reaching out, he grabbed the disciple's shoulder, but the disciple continued to move forward; with a "plop," Yang Banxian fell down.

Although he was old, he was a guy who went to the hair salon to exercise every few days; Yang Banxian immediately climbed up and ran in front of the disciple.

"You kid..."

The words got stuck in his throat.

This was clearly still the disciple's face, but the kindness on this face was definitely not a temperament the disciple could reveal.

If he had this ability, he would just need to sit there, no need to shout at all, and naturally, people would come to send money into the alms bowl.

"Disciple, disciple, what's wrong with you?"

The disciple didn't speak, bumped into Yang Banxian, and continued forward.

Yang Banxian touched his painful chest and couldn't believe it: "Is this possessed?"

But looking at his disciple's monk outfit again,

"Damn, what evil dares to bump into this?"

Yang Banxian had to follow while thinking of countermeasures; unknowingly, he found that the fog around was thicker, and the shop doors on both sides of the ghost street were all closed and lights out; on the whole street, except for him and his disciple, he couldn't see a third person.

"Big trouble, this evil is scary."

Yang Banxian searched for all kinds of magic tools and talisman papers on his body, held them in his arms, and then scattered them all on his disciple.

Who knew, these things were of no use at all, and the disciple still walked steadily.

"This... shouldn't be!"

Although he taught his disciple cheating, that was because the disciple was dull, but Yang Banxian knew he had some Daoist practice; no matter how powerful the evil spirit was, it shouldn't be that his things were of no use at all, right?

Finally, the disciple stopped.

Yang Banxian looked up: Yin Family Coffin Shop.

This was the only shop on this street that was still open and lit.

The disciple's fingers tapped the alms bowl.

"Duo... duo... duo..."

This sound was crisp, and there seemed to be Buddhist sounds responding all around.

The disciple took a step and walked into the shop.

Yang Banxian hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and followed in.

The disciple stood in front of a curtain, on which a talisman paper was pasted.

Seeing this talisman, Yang Banxian's eyes lit up; good talisman!

He couldn't describe exactly how good it was, but he knew it was definitely a good thing.

"Namo Amitabha."

The disciple stood with one hand upright, chanted a Buddha name, the talisman paper fell off, and the curtain was lifted.

Yang Banxian took a look, puzzled whether this was a kitchen or a Water Curtain Cave inside?

Inside, Yin Meng noticed the changes outside; she turned her head and looked at the kitchen door; outside stood a young monk, and behind him stood an elderly Daoist priest.

Yin Meng showed seriousness, opened her ghost eyes, and saw a dazzling golden light.

Following it was a sound transmitted from outside, but echoing solemnly inside the kitchen:

"The bitter sea is boundless, turn back to the shore; all living beings are bitter, Buddha comes to convert; return to my seat, obtain the Bodhi."

Hearing this, Yin Meng scolded the monk at the door sharply:

"Bald donkey, you're looking for death!"

Yin Meng recognized who the other party was.

In Fengdu, she lived on the highest layer of hell, and this one lived on the lowest layer of hell. ===== CHAPTER 476 =====