Huai'an Temple

Shen Tuan wore a high chignon cage crown, a light robe with a loose belt, and pretended to stroke the dust whisk.

Xue Zhu was dressed like him, with his long sword slanted behind his back.Still holding Shen Tuan's sword in his arms.This sword swallows gold and contains jade, full of ancient meaning, and its name is Nanming.

But now, the two of them are indeed a little embarrassed. The inside and outside of the Li family's hall are crowded with people, monks, Taoists, laymen, and treasure witch spirits.Wu Yangyang shoulder to shoulder.One said it was the reincarnation of Moggallana, and the other said it was the Lingbao Tianzun who descended to earth. You have the Buddha's relics, and I have the Tao Te Ching.There are also shamans who say that King Wen immediately asked Jiang Ziya to go up with the drum in his hand...

After a while, the Li family posted a notice, which was sincere and polite.But in conclusion, only two are more important.Casualties are at your own risk, and...you get money for everything, regardless of food!

Xue Zhu rubbed the center of his eyebrows, and said in a low voice: "Master, is it possible that we have to queue up if we want to enter?" Shen Tuan rolled his eyes, pinched the sword formula with his hand, and said: "Go." The Nan Ming sword swished past The shadow wall, flying over the door frame of the main hall, turned the hilt of the sword upside down, and knocked lightly twice.

Immediately, someone rushed out and asked who the sword rider was.

When all the practitioners saw it, they suddenly realized, and each showed their magical powers.For a moment, it seemed as if a show had been opened in the front yard of the concierge, water and fire were everywhere, and the sky was full of magical artifacts!

Xue Zhu slapped his forehead and said, "Master! That's not what I meant! You... have no other way?"

Shen Tuan hooked his fingers, and Nan Ming inserted the sword back into its scabbard.Pursing her thin lips: "Hey, Taoist chief, you're so shameless, you want to make money! What's the difference between catching ghosts and performing arts?"

Xue Zhu's eyebrows twitched: "It's true that your face is not as good as Master's!"

After a farce, a total of four teams were left behind.In addition to Shen Xue, there are two great monks, one yin and yang loose cultivator, and one wizard.

For the rest, this wizard seems to be somewhat capable.Because he only has one person and one drum, he is actually a whole body, please god himself.

The Li family sent a butler out and said things like relying on everyone to drive away ghosts and souls, so I asked everyone to discuss how to do it.

It turns out that although these evil things appear from time to time, there is no pattern.The location and time vary.I had to invite four groups of people, each of whom took care of one area, wandered around, and counted as soon as they met.

Everyone didn't have any ideas, so they all responded.After taking the position, each of them dispersed.

Shen Xue found a vacant room in the east to stay temporarily.Xue Zhu scratched his chin: "Master, tell me, what could it be?"

Shen Tuan tapped the table with ten fingers, and analyzed slowly: "Now we know too little, but we can show human form, can write and draw, and we don't want to see Sanguang when we go out indoors."

Xue Zhu added: "Some of them can sing poems and songs, and have aspirations, so are they ghosts?"

Shen Tuan shook his head: "You can't judge arbitrarily, monsters can also talk! And there are seven or eight of them, appearing in turn, wouldn't it be more like a group of monsters?"

Xue Zhu rubbed his nose: "If you're a monster, you play music, chess, calligraphy and painting every day? Don't eat people? This is still a group of elegant monsters!"

Shen Tuan said: "This is also the strangest thing to me. No matter what evil it is, it must have some purpose. What is their purpose? Except for a few servants who collided with them, they fell ill for a while. One did not kill anyone, and the other No soul taking. Why are they here?"

Xue Zhu looked at Shen Tuan: "It's not a solution for us to think about it here. How about we just wander around and know when we meet?"

Shen Tuan got up and took the sword himself, nodded and said: "Let's go, be careful."

The two walked around for a while, but there was no abnormal sound or evil spirit.After a while, there was a commotion in the west, probably because the two monks had news.The two looked at each other and rushed over quickly.

This is a girl's embroidery room, something happened, the girl and the servants, young and small, immediately hid, and the two monks had a face-to-face meeting with the evil thing.

"Amitabha," a leading Dharma name Huiming said, "Two poor monks, I saw a young woman."

Huiming said that this woman was indeed like what her family said, her upper body was clear, and even the patterns on her clothes were perfect.The lower body is gray.When the two monks saw it, they immediately recited the scriptures, made swastika handprints, and approached step by step.Unexpectedly, the woman acted as if nothing had happened, drew a few more strokes, and disappeared with a smile.

The other two have also arrived and entered the house together.After some investigation, Xue Zhu first asked: "This balance of yin and yang is normal, right?"

Shen Tuan looked at him: "Of course it's not normal, there are too many."

Xue Zhu nodded: "Master is right, with so many breaths, it doesn't look like a girl's bedroom, it's more appropriate to call it a market."

Mr. Yin Yang looked at the half of the painting left by the woman and shook his head again and again. The rest of the people didn't quite understand. They only heard him say that the brushwork is simple and elegant, which should be a masterpiece, but the layout is small, and the author is so narrow-minded.

The wizard did have the rough and heroic spirit of the Mobei people, so he ran away at the first sight.Inadvertently explore, touch and go.

Everyone couldn't see why, so they had to leave first.

While walking back, Xue Zhu wondered: "My brain is in a mess, this evil spirit is not afraid of scriptures? Doesn't fight, just hides when it sees people?"

Shen Tuan put his hands on his sleeves: "Since she is not afraid of Jialan Sanskrit, why is she hiding? Keep painting!"

Turning to the daylight, people in the mansion started up one after another, and the sound of fire and water was loud, and it was all right for the time being, so the patrollers in all directions stopped.

There are long stories, but there are no short stories.The two monks won the lottery again that night.

Huiming's palm was pierced across the face, the monk's robe was covered with blood, and it was covered with small holes, his junior brother Huijing was also the same.

Huiming grabbed one palm, stopped reciting the Buddha's name, and said dejectedly: "Fellow practitioners, the two poor monks are not good at learning, I'm afraid they can't teach the Dharma to save people, this evil spirit depends on you."

After speaking, they helped each other out of the house.

This time, I met a capable old man, about fifty years old, who was also sitting at the table, making plans and settling accounts.

Huiming and Huiming knew early on that Buddhist scriptures cannot be used to save them, so when they saw each other, they immediately confronted each other and fought, taking his head and face with one palm, and his chest with the other.Unexpectedly, the old man didn't even get up, he held the pen in his right hand upside down, and with a thrust forward, he pierced Huiming's vajra palm.She slapped the table with her left hand, countless counting chips flew up, and shot at them like steel nails. Huijing was shocked and couldn't stop her move, so she had to circle her arms and dial desperately.There are still countless plans to attack the body, and the blood is stained immediately, and it seems impossible to fight.But the old man didn't pursue him, and after a while, he disappeared again.

The remaining three people entered the room to watch, Mr. Yin Yang still read the words, carefully read the small print on the account book, and suddenly slapped his thigh: "So it is really a person! Isn't this handwriting the lady who painted yesterday?" He also said some words such as really serious obsession and narrow artistic conception.

The two of Shen and Xue were still waiting, today Xue Zhu stroked his chest and frowned for some reason, looking breathless.

Shen Tuan looked at him: "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"

Xue Zhu took a deep breath: "Master, I feel something is wrong. It is said that yin and yang are causing trouble, but it seems that it is not. I seem to remember all the grievances from childhood to adulthood, and I can't help but want to cry."

Shen Tuan frowned, looked around all the corners of the room, and explored carefully.Except that the breath is too abundant, there is no doubt.

The wizard who didn't say a word, King Wen's drum was clasped on his lower abdomen, which meant that he temporarily refused the foreign body's pounce on him.I also turned around the house twice, but found nothing.

Xue Zhu was so depressed that he couldn't bear it anymore, and with tears streaming down his face, he strode out of the room.Shen Tuan walked over, rubbing his back lightly, "Is it better?" Xue Zhu shook his head: "It's okay, it's just resentment."

Shen Tuan narrowed his narrow eyes again.

Quzhou market is a hundred times more lively than Huai'an, with restaurants and teahouses, Goulan tile houses, money and pawns, clothes and hats and ironware, pens and inks and bookstalls.Xue Zhu walked ahead alone, looking at the crowd with a smile on his face.He has always been very lively, talking and laughing, the more people there are, the happier he is.

Li's family really doesn't care about food and beverages, the two of them never bigu, they come out to look for food.

Suddenly I saw a group of drummers on the street, beating and beating.The level is limited, but it can be judged that it is the double happiness tune for the married woman to welcome her relatives.

After blowing for a while, Xiaojiao, a red woolen hat, was carried out of a gourmet restaurant.The four bearers tried their best to jolt, and the beauties followed the rhythm, making no effort to hide the trembling of the flowers and branches, laughing so hard that no one could hear them.

There was a lot of commotion in and out, and there were waves of solicitations in the Goulan Pavilion, claiming that the oiran was already Mrs. Xie Yuan.Xie Yuangong will take over the house sooner or later.Not as good as everyone... I really can't bear to listen to the following!

Xue Zhu looked at Shen Tuan who was following up from behind, and put on a show: "This Taoist priest, Mrs. Xie Yuan! Why don't you kiss Fangze?"

Shen Tuan rolled his eyes: "The little Taoist priest can go by himself, with your appearance, tomorrow morning this one will become a celestial master lady!"

Xue Zhu giggled, pushed Nan Ming on his back, and walked into the teahouse next to him, where two groups of people were fighting for tea to a fierce point.

Xue Zhu pulled away the chair and asked Shen Tuan to sit down, pressed a few copper coins on the table, and ordered tea and boiled water.He took out a small piece of green tea ball from his bosom, went to the busiest table, stretched out his palms, and said: "How many people, can you drink some more?"

Everyone saw that he was dressed in a Taoist attire, with two swords in his back, his face was handsome, and his tea was even cuter, and they all found it interesting.They passed the new challenge one after another.

Everyone beat themselves up, and after a while, they all put their tea bowls on the table, and one after another, some people shook their heads and lost the battle.Only Xue Zhu won for a long time.

It was supposed to be the people who lost their tea balls to him, but he took the initiative to put his own tea balls on the sea of ​​tea, and said: "Elders, I have something to inquire about."

It turns out that the Li family is haunted by ghosts, and it has become a story in the market!There are fox demons who are charming, female ghosts who want debts, and what's more, they say that Li Shilang must be in the way of being an official and kill people. These ghosts will come to his house to write complaints, and they will sue with the king of hell.

Shen Tuan sipped the tea soup little by little, listening to these legends carefully, as if enjoying it.Suddenly his eyebrows twitched, and he nodded his finger on the table. Xue Zhu looked back and saw Shen Tuan pointing to the Goulan Pavilion opposite.

He asked repeatedly: "Hey, hey, everyone, why is there a version for each person? Not to mention his family, what happened to Mrs. Xie Yuan across the street? Mr. Xie Yuan has dabbled too much. Really he Mom is not picky! Hahaha"

Everyone burst out laughing when they saw what he was talking about at a young age.This one said: "We have always been like this in Jieyuan. In the Qinlou and Chu Pavilion, Goulan Washe has been fighting for years." The other said: "We are called prostitutes and prostitutes, but in others, they are called sleeping flowers and sleeping willows! It has become an elegant thing." " Another person said: "Who told you that you don't have a father with a servant? If you don't read a few pots of ink in your heart, you will be fine!" The man said again: "Don't, don't, I'm a layman. I'm too old, and I'm cold and hot. False!"

Well done, ya allergic!