Anti-wife becomes demon

Today is the fifteenth day of the fifth month of the lunar calendar, which is the day when Chengwen Town goes to the big market.

Villagers from Qida villages and Badatun villages around the town come here to buy things one after another. This market is regarded as the largest market every month. Whether it is household, clothing or food, it is cheaper than usual at this time. I like to go to the market, and every time I go to the market, there is a festive atmosphere.

Because it is not easy to go to the market, it only happens once a month, so many people go together, and many people ride in ox-drawn carts or horse-drawn carts. The so-called carts are just a few wooden boards nailed together for loading things. At this time, it can accommodate more than ten people. Although the speed is extremely slow, it can save footwork. This is the envy of many people. Some people who can’t get on the bus can only walk to the market on foot. The market must go out before dawn, and it may be possible to arrive at the market before noon, and then go home with a unicycle.

Those who "have a car" are also lucky. No matter what, they can save a lot of energy to go home after shopping. Those villagers who can only walk home on foot are the most tired.

But for the farmers who do farm work, all these hardships are happy for them, because shopping is not hard work at all.

A young man with hair tied up in a gray Taoist robe, with two swords on his back and a bundle tied on his chest, with a handsome face, and a man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes is very conspicuous in the crowd.

When many girls saw this young Taoist priest, they couldn't help but looked sideways and muttered, and the sound of laughter came from time to time.

But this man turned a deaf ear to this, and had no intention of going to the market, so he went straight to the place where the notice was posted, to see if anyone had posted any notices today that required Taoist priests to do ceremonies or where strange people were required to do their work. He was exhausted, and the few remaining copper coins on his body jingled in his purse. If there was no more work to do, he planned to go to the next town to try his luck.

This poor jingling young Taoist named Fan Ren is a Taoist named Fang Lingguan 100 miles away from here. Because the Taoist temple is not big, the number of pilgrims is limited, and the incense money is not much, so there must be Some young Taoist priests travel down the mountain, on the one hand to reduce the food pressure of Taoist temples, and on the other hand to preach, killing two birds with one stone.

Fan Ren waited until noon. After noon, some of the bazaars were ready to sell their stalls and go home. After all, some came from other places to set up stalls, and they would go home after noon; Sold out, only the locals in the town will keep their stalls until the afternoon.

Just when Fan Ren was about to give up and leave, a man came here with a shoulder pole full of goods, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, squeezed a small piece of glutinous rice from his ration, wiped it and stuck it on.

Many people came to watch the excitement and left after a glance, but Fan Ren's eyes lit up after seeing it, and he immediately tore up the notice.

The man looked Fan Ren up and down, and said happily, "Are you a Taoist priest?"

"Fan Ren, the third-generation disciple of Fangling Temple master Pingyang Sanren, went down the mountain to practice and save the common people. I saw the notice posted by the benefactor just now, and I can just..."

Before Fan Ren could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the man: "Okay, okay, come with me, if it's any later, I'm afraid it will be dark when I go back, so if you tell me about it on the way, is there anything wrong?" of."

After speaking, the man hurried out of the crowd on the bulletin board, waved to Fan Ren who was still in a daze, and Fan Ren also squeezed out.

"Benefactor, why are you in such a hurry to go back?" Fan Ren followed closely behind the villager, secretly frightened, he had to use "Chasing Cloud Walk" to keep up with the villager's speed.

The man turned his head and said to Fan Ren: "There's no rush, I have to go back before dark, otherwise I'd rather spend the night outside than go back after dark."

"Is it related to the notice you just posted?"

"Of course it's related. This matter is now the top priority in our village. If this matter is not resolved, people in our village dare not go out at night."

"I see that your announcement said that you need to find a capable person who can exorcise ghosts and demons. Can you ask what happened in your village? Has anyone seen those ghosts?"

The village man watched Fan Ren follow behind him without blushing, nodded and said, "You are a little bit interesting, a alchemist also saw that I posted a notice to return to the village with me, but he couldn't even walk. I, I was left behind halfway." The villager shook his head and said, "It's true that anyone dares to call themselves a capable person these days, it's just a sham!"

"Your foot strength is not like that of an ordinary villager. Did you practice it in the early years?"

The villager took a look at Fan Ren and said, "You have good eyesight. That's right. I served in the army and fought in the early years. It's not like I'm old enough to let me go home and farm. The whole village I have the best feet, so I was sent here."

"Brother, can you tell me what's going on in your village? Why do you have to go back at night? Does it come out to harm people at night?" Fan Ren said.

"Hey... I can't tell exactly what it is, but everyone I met is either crazy or dead, and several people have lost their lives. It just appeared suddenly in recent days. I haven't heard of it before. Even Now I don’t dare to go out at night, and some people will die in the well for no reason, what a hell.”

As soon as the villager had finished speaking, he immediately said "Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah!"

"Brother, how far is your village?"

"You have to speed up, or you won't be able to make it back before dark, can your small body keep up?"

Fan Ren swallowed speechlessly, touched the water bottle on his waist, he should be able to survive it...

In order to save energy, Fan Ren and the villager didn't talk much along the way, they just rushed all the way back.

Before the sunset, Fan Ren and the villager finally arrived at the head of the village, and saw the sign at the head of the village - Menbei Village.

In a very ordinary small village, Fan Ren followed the villager to the village official's house. The village chief was an old man in his 60s, with gray hair and wrinkled face like bark.

The village head glanced at Fan Ren, and said in a hoarse voice like a broken gong: "Can you take on this job at a young age? I think it's better to forget it. Don't lose your life at a young age. We The village lost another innocent life."

Fan Ren blinked his eyes when he heard this, and said, "Old man, it's not impossible to drive me away now, but I can't make this trip for nothing. You should pay me the errand fee first. How much has been wasted on the way of Pindao?" The internal force rushed to your village, and if you sent me away with just one sentence, wouldn’t it be a big loss for me? If you want to drive me away, pay the errand fee first, otherwise there will be no talk!"

The village chief and the scud villager in the room couldn't help being stunned.

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Modified it a little bit, nothing changed.