someone under me

Chapter 336 800 years

The mouse spirit was sucked into Li Yi's stomach without even reacting.

Li Yi felt a chill in his stomach, as if drinking a glass of cold beer in winter, and couldn't help shivering.After the chills, I felt hot in my stomach, as if I drank a cup of Laobaigan with a temperature of more than 70 degrees.

The feeling of hot and cold was really unbearable, Li Yi's face turned red and white and fell to the ground, his body shrank like a shrimp.

"Amitabha, Master Li, what's the matter?" The monk woke up, got up and yelled.

As for the people in the building, they were all upstairs just now, watching the battle through the window. Now that Li Yi had eaten the mouse essence, they ran down one by one.Without waiting for others to go downstairs and turn around, Han Ying opened the window and jumped directly to the ground.

Picking up Li Yi and leaning on her lap, Han Ying turned her head to look at the old man who also jumped out of the window but fell lightly.

"He is digesting the mouse spirit, none of us can help him." The old Taoist sighed and said, "He is a bit too aggressive this time, the mouse spirit has 500 years of practice at least, with his current strength , Digesting it is very risky."

"Then what if there is danger?" Han Ying asked.

"No way..." The old Taoist sighed and said, "Now he can rely on himself... let's carry him back."

When Fang Ting and Yan Ming came around, Han Ying had already carried Li Yi on her back, so she had to follow her and turn around and go back upstairs, put Li Yi on his bed, let him rest on the porcelain pillow, and lay down with Yu Ruyi in his arms .

"It all depends on his own good fortune now..." the old Taoist said with a sigh.

"I'm sure he won't die!" Fang Ting said, not sure if it was true belief or to cheer herself up.

In any case, everyone can't help, they can only guard.

After guarding for a long time, Li Yi still looked the same, his body was hot and cold, his face was red and white, and he didn't know how long it would take to wake up.

Fang Ting asked everyone to go to bed, and she could just watch here.

Yan Ming didn't know how long he stayed up all night, so he agreed to go to the downstairs living room to sleep on the sofa.The monk woke up this time and felt a little badly wounded, so he went back to the bungalow with the old Taoist.

But Zhou Xiaoyan didn't leave, she wanted to stay here with her no matter what.

As for Han Ying, don't ask, as a zombie, she can sleep or not.

The three women crawled beside Li Yi's bed, and Li Yi didn't wake up until midnight, so Fang Ting and Zhou Xiaoyan fell asleep in a daze.

At dawn, he opened his eyes and saw that Li Yi was still the same, and he was even more worried for a while.

"When he ate ghosts before, I didn't see him being unconscious for so long. The worst time he ate Longling, he just had a stomachache for two days and then he was fine." The old man scratched his head and said.

"Amitabha, you said it was a mouse spirit, I just remembered," said the monk, "There has always been a legend in our temple that there was once a mouse spirit in our temple who often ate the sesame oil in front of the Buddha's seat. Later, he was enlightened by the living Buddha Jigong, and then he devoted himself to practicing in the temple. For 800 years, he would appear in front of the monks from time to time. At first we thought it was just a legend, but we didn’t expect him to exist..."

"The rat spirit enlightened by Jigong? That's really 800 years old." The old man sighed and said, "This is more troublesome, it really depends on his good fortune..."

The crowd was worried, and Fang Ting was silent for a while before speaking: "I believe in his good fortune. But it's useless if we all stay here now, you should be busy with everything, and there is another thing to solve For a moment, those three old men are still in a coma..."

"Oh, monk, you can go." The old Taoist said, "Last night, I heard his conversation with the mouse spirit. It seems that the function of the real energy is to create a Buddhist illusion, and anyone who believes in Buddhism will fall into an illusion. Among them. Monk, you use your own true energy to introduce their true energy into your body, and then start the illusion. There is no risk for you, a monk, and it can be easily resolved."

"Amitabha, monk, let's try it now," said the monk.

Fang Ting took the monk to the front together. Both Yan Ming and Zhou Xiaoyan had to go to work, so they left together. The old man in the backyard continued to sip his wine, and Han Ying continued to stay by Li Yi's bedside.

From morning to noon, Fang Ting came back with the monk, but went to the hospital on purpose, and finally rescued all three old people.

But Li Yi was still in a coma, but what was a little better was that the temperature difference between hot and cold began to shrink.

According to the inference of the old man, since the situation is no longer deteriorating, it is basically certain that Li Yi will not die. As for when he will wake up, at least he will have to wait until tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

With the quasi-belief, everyone was relieved at last, but Yan Ming, Zhou Xiaoyan, and Song Yang, who just got the news today, all came here again in the evening, even if they couldn't help, they had to be there to accompany them.

So many people simply started cooking dinner here, eating, drinking and drinking was quite lively, until eight or nine o'clock, when they were about to clean up the dishes, they heard a knock on the door.

Everyone couldn't help being stunned. You must know that the moon gate between the front yard and the back yard is locked, and no one can come in unless they climb over the wall!
"Who is it?" Fang Ting asked loudly.

"Hehe, I'm here to find Master Li." A man's voice came from outside the door.

"Not good!" The old man's face changed, and he said, "It's the old man from the Nanjiao Nightclub!"

"South Suburb Nightclub?" Fang Ting frowned.

"Oh, it's just a haunted place, where this guy was taken by Xia Xiufang's spirit last time." The old Taoist pointed to Song Yang, and whispered, "At that time Li Yi cheated him, probably because he noticed that he was unconscious. Taking the opportunity to take revenge."

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help being frightened. If the boss of the haunted den brought people to avenge him, they would be in serious trouble.

Li Yi was in a coma, Han Ying was guarding him upstairs, everyone downstairs was a coward, Fang Ting, Zhou Xiaoyan, and Song Yang were ordinary people with no combat power, and even Yan Ming, a ghost officer, could only hold ghosts. It's like moving bricks.

"Please open the door, I'm here to give money to Master Li." The fat man's voice came from outside the door again.

"Send money?" The old man blinked and whispered, "Don't they know that Li Yi is in a coma? This guy is really afraid of offending Li Yi, so he paid the protection fee every month?"

"Wait a minute!" Fang Ting responded, and asked the old man in a low voice, "Can you open the door for him?"

The old man gritted his teeth and said: "The one who wants to come can't hide, and he won't leave unless he opens the door! You can open the door, but everyone must be prepared. Officer Yan, you are also a ghost messenger. You are responsible for collecting his money. Ask Li Yi, just say that he is in retreat and practiced well."

(End of this chapter)