Daoist, I am married

Jin Ze walked over and poked his arm, listening to his steady and long breathing, he really didn't know if he was drunk or sleepy.

After walking around him twice, Jin Ze first took off the "battle robe" that was in the way, and then chose a posture that could use his strength to stand him up.

Jin Ze was taken aback as soon as he put his hands together, this Daoist Ming looked about his body shape, why is he so heavy.

"Master Dao, wake up." Jin Ze struggled to move the person to the bed, but even the drunk people were so dead that they couldn't move their feet by themselves.

With all his strength, he finally got close to the bed, Jinze threw him away, and then heard a muffled sound.

Jin Ze was stunned for a moment, and immediately felt that something was wrong.

"I'm sorry, Daoist!" Jin Ze hastily turned the person over to check the knocked forehead, a blush had appeared near the mole between the eyebrows, and it hurt to look at it.

The bed looked thick and soft, but I didn't expect it to be so firm.

Even so, the drunk person still didn't wake up, but frowned uncomfortably with his pretty brows.

Jin Ze let out a long sigh, then dragged the person onto the bed, and finally straightened his posture, he went to fetch water and wrung a towel to cover his head.

After finishing all this work, he was already sweating.But he didn't have the strength to take another shower, so he wiped it casually and went to bed.

Jin Ze slept in a daze all night, feeling nothing but extremely tired.

It was indeed a bit crowded for two big men to sleep in one bed, and he regretted stopping Ming Cong from opening another room.

But it's good to be able to ease the relationship with Daoist Ming.

Open your eyes, against the morning light, the first thing you see is the person sitting by the bed.

"Morning, Daoist." Jin Ze yawned and got up.

The dressed back of the person beside the bed paused, then looked ahead and nodded slightly: "Morning."

Stretching, Jin Ze turned over the quilt: "Where are my clothes?"

With one hand, he handed over the jet-black fleece.

Jin Ze smiled awkwardly: "This, not this." Then he stuffed it into the wristband.

"Very special." Ming Cong said.

Jin Ze smiled: "You don't have to be so polite, Daoist, but Axiu must be happy to hear your words. Oh, you may not have seen Axiu, she is my grandfather's closed disciple."

After excitedly picking up a young disciple, Bai Yiyi shook his head and gave up. At first he thought it was a piece of rough jade, but it turned out to be scrap iron.So I decided that I would never do such stupid things as recruiting disciples again.

Picking up the clothes that had been shoved to the ground, Ming Cong made a purification formula and handed it to Jin Ze: "You worked hard yesterday."

Speaking of yesterday, Jin Ze raised his head and glanced at Ming Cong's forehead, it was clean, obviously he didn't have time to touch the red mole.

He took the clothes and said with a smile: "It's not hard, but I won't dare to let you drink again next time."

"I... really don't drink well." Ming Cong said with an apologetic expression, "I still have a dull pain in my forehead."

Jin Ze felt a little guilty: "Then...shall I rub it for you?"

Ming Cong: "...This, no need."

Kanazawa fastened his belt and got out of bed to put on his shoes: "You're welcome."

After a cup of tea, the two of them sat and stood facing the bronze mirror after washing.

"Is it crooked?"

"is acceptable."

"Oh, no, it's crooked, try again."

"It's still me," Ming Cong reached out to take Zhu Sha, "I'll do it."

Jin Ze dodged Ming Cong's hand: "No, Daoist. It will be fine soon, just let me do something."

Facing Ming Cong's strange eyes in the mirror, he added, "If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be drunk, and you wouldn't have a headache, so you don't have to be polite."

When the words fell, Jin Ze put a little on his forehead, looked at the handsome face of the person in front of him, and showed a smile: "Okay, it's definitely not crooked this time."

Ming Cong looked at him and smiled.

Kanazawa looked at this and smiled, it was so beautiful.

After they packed up, they went to look at the little baby next door, the little baby was sleeping soundly with the fake beads in his arms, probably exhausted yesterday.

The two quietly left the room again, and Jin Ze finally had the opportunity to discuss the case with Ming Cong.

"Does the Taoist priest want to stay and continue to investigate the case?"

Ming Cong nodded, and said with a solemn expression: "This time the evil thing is unusual. It can cultivate half of the entity without attaining the Tao. If someone does it deliberately, once this evil thing wreaks havoc, the consequences will be disastrous."

Jin Ze nodded. If such evils can be artificially created, then the low-level evils of Rosemary Forest are the best raw materials.

"Is it possible that the robbery failed?"

If an evil spirit transformed from an evil spirit wants to become a demon, it needs to obtain the Tao, and because it cultivates a crooked way, the process of obtaining the Tao is very difficult. It takes a long period of practice to make the spiritual consciousness strong enough to survive twenty-nine kalpas , in order to succeed in attaining the Tao and cultivating the real body.

The twenty-nine kalpas refer to the two levels and one nine, the second level is the reunion of scattered souls, the rebirth of the fire, and the one nine is the nine-day thunder.

Taking out one of these three tribulations alone is enough to make many evil spirits retreat, and if two or nine together, few evil spirits will survive.

But the result of failure to cross the catastrophe is often ashes and smoke, and I have never seen one who has cultivated half-body.

Ming Cong also thought about this point: "His strength is far from being able to withstand twenty-nine calamities." If it is really an evil spirit that has crossed the calamity, Ming Cong is no match for him at all.

Jin Ze also thought it was impossible, and said again: "That sachet..."

"I will send it back to Uncle Wu for inspection. After all, being in Yunbie is also related to the fragrance, so it cannot be ignored."

"So where do we start?"

"From the brothel."

Mingcong handed the sachet and the pearl that sealed the monster to the red-billed bird, which had grown several times larger, briefly explained the situation and sent it back to Chenxiangwu.

After that, the two of them took the sleeping baby to have breakfast.

On weekdays, Qingzhou is still a scene of harmony and harmony.

On the street, there is an endless stream of people who set up stalls, performers, and shoppers.

He casually found a clean looking stall and sat down, and Jin Ze ordered from the proprietress.

"Except for the celery meat, order two of the rest, not three." It sounds like Kanazawa's usual ordering style.

Ming Cong shook his head: "Too much waste."

Jin Ze raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't worry, Daoist, if you can't finish eating, let's pack it up. If you go shopping for a day, you will always be hungry."

The little baby said: "I can, eat five, it won't be wasted!" Touching the beads in his hand again, "Daddy only eats one, daddy eats very little."

Jin Ze suppressed a smile: "Yes, you are the best. Come on, wipe the chopsticks clean yourself."

Ming Cong smiled and said nothing.

The steamed stuffed buns came up quickly, and Jinze eagerly took one and began to chew.

At the next table was a pair of young men, talking while eating, their voices were not loud, but Kanazawa's table happened to hear them.

"Hey, brother, look at your drunken face, you were happy in Lushui Pavilion last night, right?"

Another voice said: "Don't mention it, stinky □□ is acting like a demon again, thinking that I am a soft persimmon, you can squeeze it if you want, and you can flatten it if you want."

"What? What is this?"

"Hmph," the voice paused, "I came here once a few months ago. That time I was drunk, accidentally fell in love with her, and got pregnant in one go."

"Oh, okay bro."

"Then I want to use this to coerce me to take her in as a child, otherwise I will die with the child, heh, why did my buddy come here in a big storm, so don't take a pee to see your own virtue."

"And then?" This one was very enjoyable to listen to.

"Then," the man laughed, "I told the old bustard to stuff some money, and the child will go to see his grandfather the next day."

"Haha, the old man is so angry that he came back alive and beat you to death, you unfilial son."

"Tsk, it's okay for this to happen once. I saw how pitiful she begged me. Because of this child, she couldn't get out of bed for a few days, so she went to her place again in a moment of resignation."

"You just don't have a long memory."

"Who doesn't say it, we men, sometimes we are cheap." He said again, "After going there, she lived in peace for a while, but who knew she started to make up her mind again, got me drunk and stole the seeds herself, this She was much smarter this time, and she didn't tell me."

"Oh, is that born?"

"How is it possible, that old bustard is not a vegetarian either. Seeing that her belly has grown a little, she came to my house."

"Fuck, this bitch is so poisonous? Isn't she too wicked?"

"What can't you do for money? They've already been sold, so what virtue do you need?" The man said and sighed, "Now my family is having trouble, it's going to die, do you think I can have this child? I still have to go to the old bustard to pay some money, if it doesn’t work, I’ll find someone to deal with it, it’s annoying to see.”

"Yes, that's what I have to do, to give her face."

"Brother, let me tell you that I feel much better..."

"..."

Jin Ze took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun, felt a little disgusted, turned his head and vomited.

"Hey, where are you going to spit?" The man who had just talked a lot said with a tyrannical tone.

Jin Ze glanced at him and said coldly: "On the ground."

"You don't have eyes, do you?" The other man slapped the table, as if he was about to make a big fuss, "Apologize and pretend it never happened, please forgive me."

Mingcong looked up at him.

Jin Ze touched the long sword in Ming Cong's hand, raised it and drew half of it: "Who will spare whom?"

"Oh," the man shrank his neck and glanced at Jin Ze's table, nodded and said, "Okay, you are the uncle."

Then he took the money and left very cowardly.

Putting down the sword, Jin Ze was still a little sullen in his heart, feeling disgusted at the sight of these scum.

Looking up at the clear eyes of one big and one small, Jin Ze touched the doll's head: "No matter what, children are always innocent."

Ming Cong looked at him and said, "This may be a clue."

"What?" Jin Ze didn't respond.

"Dead babies, especially stillborn babies, are extremely prone to gather resentment."

Jin Ze suddenly said: "In terms of brothels, if there are so many women, if all of them... that would be a huge number."

Ming Cong nodded.

Jin Ze finished the porridge in the bowl and pointed to the buns on the table: "Hurry up and eat, we can ask someone how to deal with these babies."

He continued: "From being lured to Rosedealline yesterday to meeting this little girl, someone deliberately let us encounter this case. What is the purpose?"

"It's more likely to be an enemy or not a friend." Ming Cong said.

"Well, what is the function of that bell and that seal? Could the evil spirit released be the one we met yesterday? No, according to the proprietress, that person has been there a long time ago. But... Is it possible to be possessed by an evil spirit?"