Roster of Demons

"It's this beggar?" Gu Zhen leaned closer to the little crow's ear, "Are you sure you read it right? This old man has been on the bridge for many years. He was there when I was in college. It's been like a day for many years, and there is no place. It’s quite an entrepreneurial spirit.”

"It can't be wrong." The little crow said, "The 'meaning' on him is very messy, but it is indeed Pixiu."

"I didn't expect monsters to be beggars." Gu Zhen said, "I gave him a lot of money before, and then I read a news article saying that these beggars have a lot of houses and earn more than ordinary people, so I don't like it." If you see it, take a detour."

"He is indeed rich." The little crow said, "richer than most people, but he has all the money in his stomach."

"Uh..." Gu Zhen couldn't understand.

"You don't even know this?" The little crow gave him a contemptuous look, "If you haven't seen it, you must have heard of a fairy tale, right? There are long records about Pixiu in your books. Pixiu is a kind of auspicious The beast has a mouth but no □ □, it can only go in and out, and can swallow all the treasures in the world, implying wealth and treasure, good luck for the town house, and turning disaster into auspiciousness. Many people have statues of Pixiu in their homes. In order to seek wealth and fortune."

"Someone is still a beggar when offering offerings, what is he trying to do?" Gu Zhen said.

"Monsters have their own aspirations. People can be beggars and demons, of course." The little crow said, "I have seen many monsters who are sanitation workers. They have a formal staff and pay for insurance."

"..." Gu Zhen.

"But this is more troublesome, you have to get an ID card." Little Crow said.

"Do you have an ID card?" Gu Zhen asked.

The little crow squinted at him.

It seems not.

When the two were talking, they never took their eyes off the old beggar and the man.The old beggar always coughed now and then.

"Do you monsters get sick too?" Gu Zhen frowned impatiently, "He seems to be very sick."

"This Pixiu is very old," the little crow sniffed vigorously, "it seems to be dying."

"Can you smell it too?" Gu Zhen asked, "Is there any help?"

The little crow nodded, then shook his head again.

He nodded because he could smell it, and shook his head because the "will" in the old beggar's body was messed up to a certain extent. To put it simply and clearly, there was no hope.

The old beggar is not so weak because of illness, it is just that his lifespan is near the end and his life is numbered.

Monsters and humans are the same, they are all living beings in the heaven and earth, there is life and there must be death, and it is inevitable to come and go from place to place.

The old beggar over there chewed and ate the bread slowly, and the man took out a pack of wet tissues from his pocket and wiped his hands for him.Many passers-by on the overpass pointed at his behavior, but the man didn't care.He took back the empty packing bag, put a piece of five yuan into the old beggar's bowl, and then walked away from the other side of the overpass.

"The man is gone, let's go there? Just ask him to help?" Gu Zhen asked.

The little crow didn't answer him, and went straight forward, and knelt down in front of the old beggar.

"Hello, Paixiu." The little crow started straightforwardly, "My name is little crow, and I am the manager of the Ten Thousand Monster Register. Do you know the Ten Thousand Monster Register?"

The old beggar smiled at the little crow, picked up the iron bowl, and shook it twice, the sound of the coins hitting was clear and crisp.

Gu Zhen: "..."

The little crow glanced at the iron bowl, pretended not to hear, and took out the roster of ten thousand monsters from his small satchel: "I'm here to count the identities of the monsters in the city, please cooperate."

The old beggar coughed twice, pretending not to hear, and shook the iron bowl twice, "Dang lang", "Dang lang".

Gu Zhen: "..."

The little crow opened the list of ten thousand monsters, and turned to a blank page: "There is a consideration for collecting monster information on the top. Systematization, digitization, and centralization are the future trends. There is no harm to everyone. I hope you don't want to." There is resistance."

The old beggar continued to shake the bowl, "Dangling", "Dangling".

Gu Zhen: "..."

The little crow didn't look sideways, and then said: "The information registration process is very simple, you just need to answer the questions I asked, and finally press your fingerprint on the roster, the process will not take long, it will take about half an hour of your time. "

The old beggar wanted to shake the bowl again, and Gu Zhen couldn't stand it any longer: "Can you give him some money before we continue talking? The iron bowl shakes so much that I feel flustered."

The little crow blushed, closed the roster, stared at Gu Zhen, paused for a while, and said, "I have no money."

"Did you tell me earlier, I have." Gu Zhen pointed a finger at the old beggar, "Wait a minute."

The old beggar really stopped shaking the bowl, and looked at him with a smile, his eyes were kind.

Gu Zhen fumbled through several pockets, but found no coins for change, so he had to open his wallet, took out a whole coin, and put it into the old beggar's stainless steel bowl.

"How can you give so much!" The little crow jumped, reaching out to get it back.

The old beggar broke out with a speed that was completely inconsistent with his appearance, quickly retracted the iron bowl to his chest, and covered it with the other hand.

This time the old beggar opened his mouth, and said with a smile: "Little baby, the old man has always taken money in and never taken it out. Since it has been in my bowl, the money belongs to me. You can't Come on."

It is Pixiu's nature to only go in and out, and of course the little crow knows that he has no way to vent his anger on the old beggar, so he can only stare at Gu Zhen viciously, wishing he could beat up this prodigal son.

Gu Zhen shrinks her neck and hooks her legs, trying to reduce her size as much as possible to reduce her sense of presence.

The little crow's gaze fell on Gu Zhen, reopened the roster of ten thousand monsters, and took out a lecherous three-color fountain pen, but said to the old beggar: "Since you have received the money, please cooperate with the work. Name? Monster character? age?"

This time the old beggar was very cooperative: "Pi Xiao. Pixiu. I can't remember how old I am."

The little crow nodded, expressing his understanding.The common problem of monsters is that after living for a long time, it is easy to forget the time.

He bowed his head to write and draw on the register of ten thousand monsters. In addition to the records and the old beggar's questions and answers, he also drew some simple illustrations for easy understanding.

What he wrote was Xiaozhuan, which Gu Zhen had seen before, and every stroke and every painting showed a neatness and stability that strongly inconsistent with Little Crow's character.

He also has a solid foundation in painting, and with just a few strokes, he can outline a complete and highly recognizable ink painting.

After the old beggar answered the questions, he and Gu Zhen watched the little crow write.

"Little baby's handwriting is good." The old beggar smiled, and there was a rare gleam in his cloudy eyes.

The little crow pouted, a little disdainful and a little happy.

"Actually, old men are dying monsters. It doesn't make any difference whether they are registered or not. Why waste three-color ink for little dolls?" The old beggar stroked his messy beard, "How good it is for young people."

The three-color ink is made by mixing three different materials, and the little crow has mixed it once on the top of Yunchuan.The materials used are very precious, and they cannot be bought with money, but an old beggar said so.

"This is work, and all monsters are treated equally." The little crow kept a straight face, obviously not wanting to discuss this with him.

The little crow's record came to an end, he turned the register of all monsters in a different direction, and motioned the old beggar to put his fingerprints on it.

"The old man won't have a good life for a few days." The old beggar coughed twice and emphasized again.

The little crow knew he didn't have long to live.This became clearer especially after the old beggar pressed his fingerprints.

Pixiu is one of the ancient beast race, a very powerful race, but at this time the old beggar's fingerprints are only a thin layer of shattering force.

The little crow originally planned to ask him for help, but right now, he really couldn't say it.

The old beggar pressed his fingerprints, and the words and patterns written in the three-color ink glowed with a faint blue light, and disappeared into the paper after a while, leaving only a blank space on the list of ten thousand monsters.

The little crow put away the roster, glanced at the fountain pen, and put on the mask again: "I'm almost out of ink, I need to find a place to make some more."

"You go, I'll wait for you here." Gu Zhen didn't intend to stand up.

He thought that the little crow brought him here to find Pixiu to solve the loss of the gym, and he must come back after leaving now.But he didn't know that the little crow had given up on this plan just now.

"You come with me," said the little crow.

"Don't, I'm too lazy to walk. Just come and find me later." Gu Zhen refused.

The overpass was full of people, and the little crow couldn't pull him by force, so he walked away angrily, leaving the old beggar and Gu Zhen staring at each other.

The old beggar looked at Gu Zhen, and laughed: "Small boy, the old man recognizes you, and you have given the old man a lot of money."

Gu Zhen also smiled: "Later I thought you were a liar, so I detoured when I saw you."

"Hahaha." The old beggar laughed even more happily, so he coughed twice, "You and the little baby came to find me, not just to register the roster of ten thousand monsters, right?"

"You know?" Gu Zhen wondered, "The little crow said that you are a brave man who can attract money. I opened a gym with my friend, and it has been losing money for half a year. I would like to ask you for a favor."

"It's late, I can't help you." The old beggar gathered up the torn blanket on his body, "The old man is too old to shed his skin, and the last one has already been given away."

"Shedding? What's the use?" Gu Zhen was puzzled.

"Anyway, your priest hasn't come back yet, so the old man can tell you casually?" said the old beggar, "Just thank you for your kindness to the old man."

"Okay, tell me." Gu Zhen didn't notice the old beggar's title of "priest" and said, "I like listening to stories the most."

"Then let's start with shedding the skin." The old beggar said, "Let's talk about whatever comes to mind."

"Okay." Gu Zhen said.