Journey to the East: Toon tree spirit

The pastry shop is very small. In the front room, there are three poplar wooden two-story counters for pastries, which are placed by the window and the left and right walls respectively. In the middle of the room is a square table with four benches. The back room is a small kitchen, with a total area of ​​about 40 square meters. About one meter away, Jing Chun threw money into her hands, but the former owner did not touch the things here. The flour tank was half full, the firewood was half piled, and the tools for making pastries were complete. Many pastries were still on the counter. She tasted a few and felt It was not as delicious as the ones I made by myself, so I rolled my eyes, ordered some, picked out one piece of each kind of pastry, packed six packs and gave it to Mrs. Su, with crooked eyebrows and eyes: "Mrs. Su, I need to trouble you for your help."

Mrs. Su glanced at the pastry bag and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Please ask Su Yang to walk around our street, and tell everyone that Xu Ji Bakery has changed its name to Jing Ji. Today, buy one cake and get one free. Each person is limited to 10 yuan, while supplies last."

"This?!" Isn't it a big loss?Mrs. Su looked surprised, and felt that even if Jing Chun wanted to promote Jing Ji, she didn't need to spend so much money, so she persuaded: "Miss Jing, many people will praise you if you sell a pack and get one free. There is no need..." A pack of 5 block, so as not to lose too much.

Jing Chun bent down and put the pastry bag directly under Mrs. Su's cart, and explained: "Mrs. Su, to be honest, I don't like the pastries here so I give them away. The pastries I make are better than this." It’s much more delicious, I’ll let you try it when I start making pastries tomorrow!”

Mrs. Su looked at the pride on Jing Chun's face, she couldn't laugh or cry, she didn't refuse anymore, she turned her face and reached out to touch Su Yang's head, and said, "Do you remember what Mrs. Jing said? Do you know how to say it?"

Su Yang nodded, learned Jing Chun's words again, looked at Mrs. Su and then at Jing Chun, Mrs. Su said: "Go."

Su Yang ran away with a smile, telling people one by one.

Jing Chun turned around and went back to the pastry shop, closed the door and took all the paper bags to the window, and someone stood at the window and said, "Miss Jing, I want 10 yuan!"

"Fat lady, what flavor do you want?"

The fat aunt handed Jing Chun a handful of copper coins, and said with a smile, "One flavor for one."

Jing Chun took the copper coins and put them in the cloth pocket by the window, and quickly filled the bag with four bags for the fat lady. In the blink of an eye, five or six people gathered around and said, "Line in line! Don't mess up the formation!"

Qingniu was beaten for a while, and after Fei Changfang led the people away, he closed the Taoist temple gate and went out for a stroll. When he arrived at the small commercial street, he heard people say that Xu Ji changed Jing Ji, and the shopkeeper was a pretty and clean girl about fifteen or sixteen years old. The image described by the rare surname Jia Luren made him unable to help but think of the great monster in the Yama Mountains who forced him to flee in embarrassment. A strong curiosity arose in his heart, so he went to the pastry shop and stood diagonally across the street. , Seeing from afar the familiar little face that was once full of evil spirits but now kind and friendly, I couldn't turn the corner for a moment and shivered, muttering in my heart

: "A moment ago, you were majesticly controlling all monsters, but now you are selling cakes and pretending to be the girl next door. Is this world swollen?"

Jing Chun also saw Qingniu, and didn't want to talk to Qingniu at first, but seeing Qingniu looking at her with panic in his eyes, as if what she had done was horrible, he felt uneasy, and immediately sent a voice transmission to Qingniu: " Qingniu, come and collect the money for me."

Qingniu shook his head like a rattle, it doesn't matter if he is oppressed, anyway, Jingchun is stronger than him, and it won't hurt his life, but let him stand in the cabinet, he can't afford to lose face, he raised his foot and prepared to leave, Jing Tsubaki's threats reached his ears. "If you don't dare to come, I'll smash and seal your Qingniu temple later." His Qingniu temple is waiting for Fei Changfang to smash it. If Jing Chun destroys it in advance, his mission will be equal to If he fails, Taishang Laojun will not wait to see him.

Being stabbed in the fatal spot, Qingniu put down his feet and turned around abruptly, walking towards the pastry shop as if to die. On the way, he met someone who knew him to say hello, he opened his mouth like a steady stick, and took the trouble to explain to everyone Said: "Pindao also likes the pastries of this shop, alas, the little girl is too busy, so I will help her..."

"The Taoist priest is so kind, my wife has already recovered after drinking your talisman water last time..."

"..." Jing Chun listened to the long team's flattery and praise to Qingniu, and saw that Qingniu deliberately delayed his pace without urging him, the road was so short, he would always come over, and he raised his eyes and smiled at her with his signature crescent eyes He said to the next customer: "Xiao Langjun, how many cakes do you want, and what flavor?" After speaking, she was slightly stunned, and the face in front of her completely hit her cuteness, it was the cutest face she had ever seen in her life.

Lan Caihe handed over the copper coins, tapped the allegro, and said with a crisp smile: "Miss Jing, I want 5 yuan, and the taste needs to be different!"

"Okay." Jing Chun took the copper coin and handed the pastry to Lan Caihe, feeling that the other party's voice and timbre were her favorite, so he asked a few more questions. "What's your name, Mr. Xiaolang?"

"Lan Caihe."

"..." Eyelids twitched, Jing Chun looked at Lan Caihe and turned away, looked away, and sighed secretly, why is Mao a preparatory fairy?It's not easy to meet someone who is so pleasing to the eye. In the past life and the present life, there is only one in seven or eight hundred years, but she is destined to be in two camps. The feeling is really complicated.

When Qingniu came to the window, Jing Chun was in no mood to talk to him, and he didn't care about him. He only sold pastries and collected money, leaving Qingniu standing alone and embarrassed by the window, unable to walk, let alone reminding him. An acquaintance said a few words, and when the pastries were sold out and there was no one in front of the window, he said: "Master Jingchun, if there is nothing wrong, Xiaoxian will take my leave first."

"Why are you leaving in such a hurry? Let me ask you a few questions."

"You say."

"Is your talisman water really useful?" Jing Chun closed the window and opened it

The door let Qingniu into the house, handed Qingniu a broom, pointed to a few places and said: "These places and the kitchen are all cleaned up, I invite you to eat cakes."

Qing Niu saw the threat from Jing Chun's face, took the broom aggrievedly, swept the ground with a dark face, and hummed after hearing the words: "Of course it is useful, but it doesn't save people who are dying, and people who are ill. "

"Heh!" Jing Chun sat on the bench, took out a bag of melon seeds, leaned against the table, supported his body with his arms, and asked while eating melons: "Life and death are in charge of life and death, and the moon is in charge of marriage. Is there a definite number?" Wouldn't that mean that he would not be free for the rest of his life?As he spoke, he threw the melon seed rind under the broom of the green cow.

Qing Niu looked at those few melon seeds, his handsome face twitched, he took a breath quietly, and secretly scolded Jing Chun that he would torment him if he was not honest, but Xian had to bow his head under the demon eaves, so he had to continue sweeping. Said: "The vast majority of people don't have a fixed number. A very small number of grievances and grievances in the previous life have not been cleared up, and the retribution is on this life. People who have completely ended their karma in their previous life and have not done anything bad in this life have a serious illness or a minor disaster, drink my talisman water, and the disease will definitely be cured and the disaster will disappear."

"Lie." Jing Chun took the melon seed skin and smashed the green cow a few times, and continued to gnaw: "Why can't you cure Mrs. Su's cough? She was a good person in her previous life, and she has never done anything evil in this life."

Qingniu flinched, and heard that Jingchun knew something, felt that it had nothing to do with the situation, and said with a bitter face: "Master Jingchun, please be reasonable, Mrs. Su will enjoy wealth and honor for the first half of her life, and the second half of her life will be rich and honorable." Being implicated by Su Yang, coughing for ten years, in the next life she will definitely be reborn into a rich and noble family, and her father, loving son, and filial son will die in her lifetime, do you think I should cure her?" If Mrs. Su is cured, she may not be blessed in the next life , is harmful.

"Oh, you said, will the Heavenly Court and the Underworld properly arrange all the people who are missed by the gods before they become immortals?"

"It is necessary. Immortals also have love and righteousness. The people I think about are not doing well. Who has the heart to do things for the heaven all day long? Su Yang can't become a fairy, Mrs. Su will have all five blessings in one life, and Su Yang will become an immortal. Mrs. Su will live for at least ten lives Rest easy." Ten thousand years later, Su Yang remembers Mrs. Su, and Mrs. Su's luck remains the same. Su Yang's feelings for Mrs. Su fade away, and Mrs. Su will reincarnate normally according to her previous life's good and evil life .

Jing Chun nodded, took out a vegetarian pastry from the space and threw it to Qing Niu, saying: "Green grass, I reward you."

"My lord, poor Taoists prefer to eat meat." Qing Niu raised his hand to receive the pastry, put it in his arms without tasting it, he practiced step by step to become a demon, broke through the shackles, got the chance, became a god, and killed countless lives, how? Maybe like a primitive green cow, he should not eat and only eat grass?