Difficult to do

Liu Liu'er muttered, stomped her feet and ran towards Jiu Chi: "What are you doing, little brother?"

Jiu Chi nodded slightly to Liu Liu'er: "Did you sleep well last night?"

Liu Liu'er's face froze and she muttered in a low voice: "I've been sleeping for almost five or sixty years, can I not sleep?"

As soon as Qiu Bamian entered the room and saw Shifang, he immediately grinned, "Good morning, Uncle!" At the same time, he winked at Jiuchi.

Shifang looked at Qiu Bamian and nodded, and wanted to scoop out soft finger bones from the pot.

Jiu Chi hurriedly took the casserole down, and brought pastries to the two teamakers who came over.

Liu Liu'er took a piece of pastry and put it in her mouth, saying it was delicious.

Seeing Liu Liu'er's exaggerated appearance, Qiu Bamian immediately said: "What's so delicious about this, I'll give you those foreign devil's pastries when I go back later, that would be delicious."

"Really?" Liu Liu'er turned to look at Qiu Bamian and said.

"That's right, I, Qiu Bamian, don't have the time to tell lies. Besides, I have a lot of that stuff at home." Qiu Bamian looked triumphant, without the cautious and frightened look of last night, he looked comfortable too much.His eyes, which were originally not small, looked particularly energetic at this time, and his wheat-colored complexion was also extremely robust.

Shi Fang didn't say anything more, he just waved to Jiu Chi with a cloth bag, "Xiao Jiu, come here."

Jiu Chi put down his hands, walked slowly in ten directions, looked at the cloth bag and said, "Are you going to ask Master Zhang to get back the copper coffin?"

Shifang shook his head immediately: "There is no reason to sell it and buy it back. I will let you take this cloth bag to Qingniu Mountain and talk to the Taoist priest who picked up Master Zhang there, and let him give up doing things for Master Zhang." Think about it, and then think about it in the long run."

Listening to Shifang's words, Liu Liu'er obviously looked a little unbelievable, opened her mouth slightly and stared at Shifang in a daze, and finally said to herself in a low voice: "This is really a hell." As Qiu Bamian walked, he slapped him on the face.

Qiu Bamian was stunned by the beating, with tears in his eyes, he held the corner of his red and swollen mouth and said, "What are you doing, girl?"

Looking at Qiu Bamian's appearance, Liu Liu'er asked, "Does it hurt?"

"You let me slap you, try it!" Qiu Bamian roared in a low voice.

Liu Liu'er was obviously still a little hesitant, and was about to stand on tiptoe when she rushed in front of Shifang.

However, Liu Liu'er was frightened by Shifang's vicious look, and she leaned aside in a trance and muttered in a low voice: "It shouldn't be, it shouldn't be...why has your temper changed? You shouldn't..."

Jiu Chi couldn't see past him, stepped forward and patted Liu Liu'er on the shoulder and said, "Don't be afraid that he's still him."

Liu Liu'er looked up at Jiu Chi and sniffed, "He's an evil ghost, how could he be good. Besides, isn't he the one who despises human life the most? Then why..."

Jiu Chi said nothing but looked at Liu Liu'er, with a still stiff face, but said with a hint of schadenfreude in his tone: "I guess we have to ask Qiu Bamian's father what he did to this demon."

When Shi Fang heard this, his face was full of gloom, he turned around and walked towards the outside of the courtyard, and shouted at Jiu Chi: "If you don't go, it will be dark, let's see how you go up the mountain."

Jiu Chi glanced at the sky and said to Qiu Bamian: "You'd better take Liu Liu'er back to your house, I guess if I'm not at home, you probably won't be able to deal with two blood rice dumplings alone for the time being."

Shi Fang did not refute and went back to his room, closing the door firmly.

Liu Liu'er obviously didn't want to stay longer, she pulled Qiu Bamian and walked out of the coffin shop: "I haven't been on the street for a long time, take me to have a look."

Qiu Bamian was dragged forward by Liu Liu'er stiffly.

Jiuchi directly ignored Qiu Bamian's eyes asking for help, turned around and took the black umbrella and walked towards the coffin shop, and locked the door outside when he left home.

Shi Fang heard the voices of people slowly going away, and then slowly opened the door.

Looking outside the door is still the small courtyard with bluestone slabs, with a stone table and two stone benches.The big trees rose from the ground, and the dense leaves were rustling by the cool wind.

Shi Fang held the tobacco stick in his hand and didn't light the fire to put on the shredded tobacco. He just put the tobacco stick on the stone table and tapped it lightly, frowning slightly thinking about something.

Jiu Chi looked at the endless stream of pilgrims coming and going in the Qingniu Mountain Monk Temple, which was full of incense. He didn't stop, but turned and went down to the mountain gate behind.

After walking for almost half an hour, I saw a unique path. The Taoist temple was built against the mountain. A thousand meters ahead was a red stone cliff. The slightest light comes.

Behind the gymnasium is also a bare cliff that goes straight up and down, like a bronze mirror that is illuminated by the sun and reflects some golden light.

The nine-foot mountain road twists and turns and is not steep.

Step out of the red stone slab ladder all the way, and go up to the platform.

Jiu Chi shook the bamboo umbrella in his hand, walked quickly to the wooden door of the Taoist temple and began to knock.

There was a sound of someone cursing in the temple, and when Jiu Chi knocked on the door, he stopped immediately, and then he heard footsteps coming to answer the door quickly.

Jiu Chi saw that Xiaodao who opened the door was only seven or eight years old, and his white teeth and yellow face looked extremely thin. Behind him stood an old man with white eyebrows and black hair, slowly twirling a rosary in his hand.

When Jiuchi saw the person, he immediately asked, "Mr. I don't know, but you are a wise man of Qiwu?"

The Taoist shook his head, pointed slightly angrily at a middle-aged man in white clothes with withered hair and said, "It's not a poor Taoist, but that unfilial disciple." After saying this, the Taoist walked around nine feet and went straight out. Watch the door and walk out.

When the boy who opened the door saw the Taoist leaving, he hesitated and looked back at the man in white.

The man in white nodded slightly to the child, and the child followed and ran out.

Seeing the man in the white jacket, Jiu Chi said, "I don't know if Mr. Qiwu is a wise man?"

The man in white waved his hand and said: "What is there, the poor Taoist name Xuan Lingzi, what do you want from me?"

"I'm here for Master Zhang's business." Jiu Chi walked up immediately.

Xuan Lingzi frowned slightly: "Didn't you say that he was not allowed to send people here? I have thought about it myself. You can go."

"Master Zhang didn't ask me to come." Jiu Chi walked up to Xuan Lingzi and said seriously.

Xuan Lingzi blinked: "Then who are you?"

"I'm the coffin shop." Jiu Chi Da took out a bamboo piece from his arms and handed it to Xuan Lingzi.

Xuan Lingzi took it and looked at Jiuchi: "Do you have to do business in my way?"

Jiu Chi paused for a moment and then said: "This time I am not here to do business with the Taoist priest, but to ask the Taoist priest not to accept the business of the old master no matter what, and to do such a thing that damages Taoism."

As soon as Xuan Lingzi heard this, he immediately waved his hand and snorted coldly: "Whether I can take this job, what are you doing? Since you can sell that coffin, why can't I do it?"