As soon as he opened his eyes, the master of metaphysics became the vicious stepmother of four oil bottles Chapter 094 How can there be any saint in the world
Chapter 094 How can there be any saint in the world
Shen Qingqing sneered, tilted her head and said to Lazy Ball: "Put that old devil's head over here."
"Nonsence!"
Lazy Ball spat and shook out the half-swallowed old man's head.
Shen Qingqing frowned and glanced at it with disgust, "Are you disgusted?"
"It's fine if I just leave it to you, so what else can I choose?"
Lazy Ball snorted arrogantly, jumped onto the altar table, leaned his back against the pig's head on the table, crossed his legs, and told her: "Hurry up, I have to go back to sleep after eating."
Shen Qingqing gave it a look, fished out the appearance talisman from the bag and pasted it on the old ghost's bright forehead.
Suddenly there was a female ghost with a bald head and missing legs on the altar.
The female ghost must be very old. There are wrinkles on her face, and her skin is as dry as old tree bark. Her originally distorted facial features are squeezed together due to pain, her black and red eyes hang outside her eye sockets, and the corners of her mouth are crooked to her cheeks.
Exposing the blackened gums inside.
Everyone was so frightened by her terrifying appearance that they screamed and backed away.
Even Liu Jianjie, who has always been bold, couldn't help but rub his arms, "Oh my God, how come your village still hides such a thing?"
Xiaobo hid behind him and replied tremblingly: "I, I don't know what's going on."
Shen Qingqing waited for a long time but the screaming didn't stop. She blocked her ears impatiently and shouted loudly: "Stop making any noise. If you make any more noise, I will throw it into your arms!"
The screams stopped abruptly.
Everyone shrank and looked at Shen Qingqing, asking in a low voice: "Is that really our saint?"
Isn’t their saint a high-level immortal?
How could he be the old ghost who looks like a big black rat in front of him?
Shen Qingqing bent down and grabbed Mapo in front of the old ghost head, forcefully pressing the man and the ghost together.
Feeling the coolness on her forehead, Mapo was terrified and twisted her body to hide away, but Shen Qingqing pressed her too tightly, making her unable to move.
A woman's cold voice came to my ears: "Open your eyes wide and look at the ghost thing in front of you. You can see it clearly."
The sound was like a cold knife, hanging above her head. The powerful force forced her to open her eyes.
When she opened her eyes and faced those glowing red eyes, she could even see the dense bloodshot eyes. The bloodshot eyes enveloped her like a giant net, making her breathless.
In a short time, her whole body was soaked with sweat, and she looked as embarrassed as if she had just been fished out of the water.
"Did you see it clearly? When you see it clearly, turn around and tell everyone what kind of saint you summoned."
Shen Qingqing grabbed the black robe and turned her around.
Mapo collapsed on the ground panting, her upper and lower lips trembling violently. After a long time, she finally squeezed out a sentence from her throat: "I lied to everyone, there is no saint, there is no saint at all..."
Two lines of hot tears rolled down from her dark eyes, and she lay on the ground and cried hoarsely.
It's over, it's all over...
She made a contract with this old ghost. She led the villagers to offer incense to the old ghost, provide human life, and help it cultivate; the old ghost helped her establish authority in front of the villagers, and then she used this power to
Collect money.
Now that the old ghost is caught by this woman who appears out of nowhere, her good days are coming to an end!
Everyone in the audience was still unwilling to believe what was happening in front of them. Some people asked Mapo excitedly, while some people cried loudly at a loss.
For as long as they can remember, they have regarded the wizard in the village as their belief. They will do whatever the wizard says, and they have never thought of disobedience or rebellion.
It can be said that wizards are their earth and saints are their heaven.
Now that the lie has been exposed, their first reaction is not anger, but a desire to escape from this cruel fact.
"Mother-in-law, are you lying to us? Saints are immortals. Immortals should live in the sky. Why do they appear in our village?"
"Mother-in-law, don't be afraid. Our whole village is here. That woman can't hurt you. Just tell us the truth!"
Everyone looked at Mapo eagerly, with expectations written on their faces.
Mapo did not dare to answer directly. She covered her face and cried sadly: "I was forced, and I was forced too! If I don't do what it says, it will kill all the people in our village!"
"So there really are no saints in the world, right?"
I don't know who asked carefully, and there was an uproar everywhere.
Mapo nodded and lay on the ground crying bitterly.
Everyone was like a sailboat that had lost its direction, looking around at a loss and at a loss.
After a long time, a woman stood up with her back bent and asked her with tears streaming down her face: "What about my little flower? You said she was a child chosen by a saint and you wanted to send her away. Where did you send the little flower?"
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"And my big tiger, where did you do the big tiger?"
"..."
More and more women are coming forward to ask questions about their children.
Mapo told them that the saint wanted to select a group of qualified children to be his disciples. Although the selected families were reluctant to part with their own flesh and blood, they still reluctantly agreed because they thought that if they gave away their children, they would receive the saint's blessing.
As a result, there are no saints at all.
So...were all their children sent into the demon's belly?
Some people could no longer control their emotions, so they rushed to the high platform, held down Mapo, and beat her violently. Some even raised sticks at the old ghost head, causing chaos on the scene.
Mapo lay on the ground and screamed at the top of her lungs: "Brother Liang, Brother Liang, help me! Help me!"
The old man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and climbed up to the altar tremblingly, "No beating, no beating! Didn't you hear? Mapo also did this to save everyone. Without her, our village would have been finished!"
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The people in the village were accustomed to obeying the orders of wizards and clan leaders, and upon hearing this, they put down their fists and sticks and stepped aside.
Someone cried and grabbed the old man's clothes and asked: "Patriarch, how can we live without the saint's blessing?"
Shen Qingqing, who had been standing aside for a long time, finally couldn't bear it anymore. She grabbed the person who asked the question and cursed angrily: "Are you stupid? I have said it so many times, there is no saint, there is no saint!"
She turned her head and looked at the villagers, "You have hands and feet, you can eat and drink, you can farm and hunt, how come you can't live without this bullshit saint?"
"The people outside don't worship saints, nor do they have to pay homage to wizards and clan leaders every day. Aren't they living a good life? Go out and take a look, their lives are much better than yours!"
Everyone was dumbfounded by her scolding. They stood there in confusion, wanting to refute but not knowing how. Finally, they looked at the old man and asked, "Chief, what should we do?"
Shen Qingqing cracked her knuckles, clan leader, clan leader...
Is there anyone else besides the clan leader?
Damn it, these people are hopeless!
She turned around and walked off the altar, and said the next sentence: "You can do whatever you want, lazy ball, eat this old devil, and let's go to the back to save people!" This chapter has been completed!