Shen Qiu rode on the horse and looked at the ritual scene, frowned. He had been to the Jade Palace and had seen a real Taoist master. Before the Jade Palace sect began, there was also a ritual to sacrifice to the sky.

He and Xiao Tie also served as guests objectively.

I have seen the real one, but when I face the fake one, I can naturally tell at a glance that these Taoists seem solemn and decent, but even the Seven Star Yu Bu is in a mess and cannot complete the Bang and Step Dou.

It is even more insulting to whisk and fancy.

Could this Uncle Song have lost his soul, and he has been through the world and has a hand in Suzhou City. Why did he find these crooked melons and dates to fill the scene?

Qingqing immediately raised her head and watched the fun happily.

Around the ritual, members of the Suzhou Beggars' Sect stood, mostly with solemn expressions, but there were also a few who looked frightened, as if they were really scared.

Shen Qiu quickly found Beggar Song.

He did not attend the "ritual" outside, but instead cultivated in the City God Temple.

But after a few months, Beggar Song was as if he had grown up several years out of thin air. Not only did he look haggard, but his eyes became a little cloudy.

He lay on the bed in the room, looking weak. When he saw Shen Qiu and Qingqing walking in, he wanted to get up to greet him, but he was powerless. As soon as he got up, he fell on the bed.

"Uncle Song, are you sick?"

Shen Qiu hurried forward, held Beggar Song and put his hand on his wrist.

Although he is not a master of Xinglin, he has learned some observation, hearing, and asking and touching in his hometown. In addition, the real energy is now nourishing the body, making the ears and ears and ears and eyes sharp and sensitive.

After touching, Shen Qiu narrowed his eyes.

The pulse is sometimes weak and sometimes strong, with irregularities, and the heartbeat is also disordered. No wonder Beggar Song is so weak.

Although he is not good at martial arts, he is still a martial arts practitioner.

"It's not that I'm sick."

Beggar Song leaned against the head of the bed and lamented. He smiled at Qingqing, who was worried, and said:

"I'm caught in an evil spirit."

Shen Qiu raised his head and asked with his eyes. Beggar Song was a little embarrassed, and he told the whole story.

"About three months ago, something tragic happened outside Suzhou City. The lower nine people who were driven out of the city gathered in the temple of the lower mountain in Hanshan, and no one paid attention to them.

But one day, they were suddenly destroyed."

Beggar Song took a sip of water and whispered:

"That group of people don't do good things. They are people who hate dogs and get angry. They die if they die. I didn't pay attention to it at that time, but after a few days, there was something strange in the city.

Just two streets away from Chenghuang Temple, Jiang Yuanwai suddenly became possessed by evil spirits.

It’s normal for the day to go every day, just like an old beggar. But when it comes to midnight, you will do strange things, just like sleepwalking, and others can’t wake up.”

The head of the Beggar Gang lamented, and he said:

"Xiao Qiuer, and Qingqing, you also know that I, the Beggars' Sect, have to deal with this matter on weekdays. If Mr. Jiang gets into trouble with some expert, I will come forward to make a comeback.

I thought it was just an occasional thing, so I sent someone to take a look, but I didn't find any doubts.

But then, within a month, these evil things happened one after another, causing trouble for the whole of Suzhou. Only then did I realize that things were a little out of control."

Beggar Song gasped and said:

"I went to ask those victims myself, and found that those who were possessed by evil are all people who do not do good things on weekdays, and most of them are rich, so I followed the clues and found some victims.

As a result, they told me that they begged "Phoenix Auntie", and that Auntie also helped them punish the evil people.

He also said that my aunt was a god who came to the world. If there is any grievance, she would come to pay homage and serve delicious food and delicious food.

In the past March, there was a small temple in Qingyanfang, with the incense soaring, and the mysterious 'aunt' was worshipped inside."

"Uncle Song, I don't believe you don't know that this is a man-made disaster."

Shen Qiu listened to the sound of suona outside the window, and said suspiciously:

"I didn't ask anyone to check it out? Why do you have to hold this ritual? Ask a few fake Taoist priests to blow and beat him up? What's the use?"

"Of course I asked."

Beggar Song coughed twice and said weakly:

"Yi Family Escort Agency, Jiaxing Taihe Sect, Wuxi Quanzhuang, all the sects near Suzhou have been invited, but it's useless. No matter how many you come, you will go to the Qingyanfang Temple, and there will be no news.

After a few days, it will either be stripped naked and hung on the street, or it will be in a state of evil and panic all day long.

After a while, no one dared to take care of this matter.

The old beggar really couldn't stand it, so she came to the door and begged her aunt. Since she didn't want to kill people, she would just be punished. Why did she torture those people for so long?

Although they did something wrong, killing people is just a nod.

In the past two months, seven or eight wealthy families have been separated and their families have gone bankrupt, which has made me, the Suzhou Beggars' Sect, more prosperous."

Beggar Song lamented and said:

"I am not capable of the old beggar. I was sent out of the small temple without even seeing anyone. After I came back, I was also caught in evil. But she showed mercy to my subordinates.

He said he was sympathetic to the old man, but he didn't let me suffer the trouble of the night's turmoil."

"she?"

Shen Qiu asked:

"Is it a girl?"

"yes."

Beggar Song looked at Qingqing and said:

"It's about the same size as Qingqing, I only see a shadow.

As for the fake Taoist priests outside the door, I was helpless. I had to do this ritual to calm people's hearts, otherwise the people who suffered will still suffer.

However, when this incident spread, even those who did the rituals could not find them, so they could only find a few city foxes and club rats to pretend. Anyway, they were all formalities."

Chen Qiu nodded.

He stretched out his hand and put it on Beggar Song's chest, saying:

"Uncle Song, bear it."

After saying that, the cold air overflowed from the palm of his palm and quickly penetrated into the meridians of Beggar Song's body, wandering around his whole body, making the old beggar sit cross-legged on the bed like a swaying swaying.

In just a few moments, his body was covered with frost, and the white cold air was flying. Beggar Song's lips were so cold that his lips were blue. After more than ten days of tossing, Beggar Song's face suddenly turned red, opened his mouth, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The blood was snatched by Chen Qiu in the air, and the cold air filled it, turning it into a blood bead and being snatched by Chen Qiu in his hand.

The cold air of Shuoxue suddenly gathered, and the warm Xueji true energy was replaced by the warmth of Beggar Song. He walked a few times inside Beggar Song's body to help him dispel the cold air. There was still frost on Beggar Song's face.

But the spirit recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He looked at Chen Qiu's palm in surprise, and Qingqing also came over. After only one glance, the girl screamed in shock.

"insect!"

Chen Qiu put the blood bead in front of him. In the frozen blood beads, there were small white insects, as the size of millet grains. After being frozen, they stopped moving.

"No, it's a Gu insect. That 'Phoenix Aunt' is probably from Miaojiang.
Chapter completed!