Chapter 90
The wooden fish that Liu Jiayu gave was not some magical weapon, but an ordinary wooden fish that had been used by generations of monks who chanted sutras in front of Buddha all year round.
The sound is ethereal and distant, which is very pleasant to the ear. That's why Rong Shitou can't let it go. The hammer used to hit the wooden fish is very convenient to use. He can use it to hit anything he sees, and it can produce a variety of different sounds.
Of course, he had used this hammer to hit his father's foot before, and his butt was swollen for a day. Since then, at least he would not hit people or animals.
The sound of the wooden fish that kept ringing in the yard not only tortured the people in the yard, but also tortured the ghosts outside the yard.
As mentioned before, this wooden fish is just an ordinary thing. As it is used to chant scriptures in front of the Buddha day after day, it has acquired some Buddhist meaning. Every time it is struck, the scriptures spread along with the sound.
Outside the tightly closed red door, the evil spirits formed by the black smoke, with their twisted faces stuck on the invisible boundary, howled in hunger, pain and cursed, rolling around without stopping for a moment. They were unwilling to give up and wanted to drag everything into hell.
Because of resentment, resentment for everything, it would roll endlessly outside this mansion, and sooner or later destroy everything, until...
Bang bang bang, the loud and ethereal sound of the wooden fish came from the courtyard, sometimes near, sometimes far, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. To human ears, it was just the sound of the wooden fish knocking. In this unclear ghost fog, the Sanskrit sounds of the wooden fish's vocal cords were like surging tides.
One sound pushed them several meters away, two sounds were like waves crashing on the shore, pinning them to the ground, three sounds made the ghosts gnaw, four sounds could cleanse their souls, hunger was no longer their instinct, five sounds wiped out all resentment, and they wished they could grow N legs and leave here quickly, but the sound of the wooden fish brought pressure to pin them to the ground.
Those who are close to the mansion can take the lead and surround the outside of the mansion. They are all powerful ghosts. The humans who accidentally entered this world in the past were the ones they could eat the first bite of flesh and blood.
Now, because they were close, the black mist on their bodies and their souls were washed away layer by layer with the sound of the wooden fish. Those were the sins that were being redeemed. The ghosts' screams were silent, perhaps just inaudible to humans, just like their previous incessant wailing, which was only audible to Rong Zhou besides themselves.
Those who were able to escape were those who had not yet been tainted by sin. They followed far behind the haunted house and had no strength to squeeze to the front row. The moment the Buddhist chants sounded, they were pushed far away and crawled away into the ancient town in the distance. From the cracks in every building, they could see the souls wailing in the Buddhist chants.
Amid the sounds of the wooden fish, the ghosts suppressed on the ground were rubbed repeatedly until they turned into ashes. The process was quite painful. Of course, the painful part was the things that turned into ashes, while the people inside the gate were completely unaware.
The bang-bang-bang sound of the wooden fish was really annoying. She tried to find a toy to keep him quiet later. Rongrong took out some snacks. The young master had wanted to eat some before, but his master was afraid that he would damage his teeth, so he was very strict. Apparently, the snacks were not attractive enough to him at this moment.
What the little deer took out was a rag doll. This doll belonged to the young lady. The young master had cried when he failed to get the doll before. It was obvious that it was of no use.
Rong Shitou is the kind of child who refuses to give in the more you coax him. He obviously understands that no one wants him to beat the wooden fish, so the more others forbid him to do something, the more he insists on doing it, and he giggles happily.
The little bear scratched his head and tried to think of a solution. It was obvious that the young master had no way of taking the wooden fish away by not cooperating violently or using force.
Wen Ci Qiu also had a terrible headache, and it felt like the young master's repeated beating of the wooden fish was like hitting him on the head.
He and the young master and young lady are from the same origin, so no matter how powerful their abilities are, they can't work on each other. Otherwise, just let him play here and let the little bear and the little deer watch, and there won't be any problem.
Wen Ci Qiu was about to give an order when a figure appeared behind the young master. He lifted the young master by the back of his collar into the air like a small animal, forcibly interrupting the continuous sound of the wooden fish.
Molten Stone was startled and the little wooden fish fell to the ground without being held tightly. He held the hammer in his little hand, tilted his head and pursed his lips, going to see who would pick him up.
As soon as he caught a glimpse of the person holding him, his pouting mouth disappeared, and he opened his mouth and smiled happily, shouting: "Dad, Dad, I missed you so much." Although this little guy is very stubborn, he really knows how to coax people with his mouth.
Wen Ciqiu was a little confused when he saw the person who appeared: "Master?"
Before Rong Zhou traveled through time, he was a gentle young man working in an office as a designer. After traveling through time, perhaps because of the identity he had traveled through, he had very few emotions. He wore layer upon layer of black robes, was cold and taciturn, and was always silent, making people unable to understand what he was thinking.
The man in front of him was wearing exotic clothes, with large patches of golden ornaments covering his exposed black skin. His blue and yellow cat-like eyes looked at him from under his black hair, and his thin lips were curled up in a half-smile.
This was completely different from the owner of the black robe with long hair, which made him hesitant to confirm it for a moment.
"Didn't you recognize me?" The man's voice was so low that even the tone couldn't be repeated: "Your intuition is not as good as that son of a bitch." As he spoke, he shook Rong Shi'er in his hand.
"Master?" Wen Ci Qiu shouted again, hoping to get an accurate answer.
"Hmm." The man replied, pausing briefly before frowning in disdain. "I'm not that wimp. Don't call me Master. Even having the same name as him is annoying." After a moment of contemplation, he said, "Just call me Young Master. I'll just use the name that comes with this character."
"...Yes, Mr. Lu." Wen Ci Qiu didn't know why his master hated him so much. Human beings are really contradictory creatures.
Lu Daju didn't care what the housekeeper was thinking. He shook the kid in his hand and said, "If you make your sister cry again next time, I'll spank you." Although this little guy is only three years old, he is actually very smart. He will definitely know when he does something wrong, so he runs faster than anyone else.
Rong Shitou shrank his neck and looked at his father with a bit of fear. This was just a child's instinct. In the past, whenever he disobeyed or did something wrong, as long as he apologized and admitted his mistake, his father would just scold him. This time, he felt that if he disobeyed, he would definitely get a beating.
Without waiting for him to say whether or not, Lu Daju placed him on the ground at his feet and kicked Rong Shitou, who hadn't reacted yet, with his toes: "Go pack up all your toys and put them in the cardboard box."
Rong Shitou raised his head and looked at his father who was looking down at him. "No...it shouldn't be like this. His father never hit him before, but now..."
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