Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

The restaurant is located in a thriving market.

Various butcher shops, tailor shops, fish stalls, **** shops, preserved fruit shops, cloth shops, rouge shops... the shouts of sitting on the ground, accompanied by the noise of pedestrians and bargaining, can be described as turbulent.

But it was not them who made the noise, but a peddler who was carrying a basket and selling steamed buns along the street.

He had just entered the market and it hadn't opened yet. Somehow, he was entangled by a beggar and wanted to ask for a steamed cake. The peddler is also a five-and-three rough man. Seeing this beggar, he will not leave, and he will not run away with cursing. He is just entanglement and delays him from doing business. In anger, he raises his fist and will smash it, and teaches the beggar to open his face. A colorful shop.

But the raised fist hadn't fallen down, so I listened to someone next to him to stop drinking.

"Wait a minute."

A Taoist emerged from the crowd of onlookers.

The Taoist priest was not very old, with a round face that seemed to be smiling, he walked slowly into the arena with his hands behind his back, and opened his mouth to blame the peddler.

"You are so arrogant. If you don't give it, you won't give it. Why hit someone?"

The hawker angrily defended, "This rogue is entangled in endlessly, isn't it begging?!"

"Why be so stingy?"

The round face Taoist shook his head.

"You have more than a hundred steamed cakes in the two baskets. Why don't you give alms to this miserable person?"

"You little Taoist do not know anything."

The hawker put the burden on the ground and pointed at the Taoist's nose and cursed.

"No matter how many steamed cakes I have in my basket, which one is not the one I steamed out one by one in the morning? You see that he has everything in his hands and feet, even if he asks for less, which one is made by himself?"

The hawker was aggressive, and the round-faced Taoist didn't argue with him, but raised and lowered his eyebrows, making a sneer, and suddenly asked.

"How expensive are you cooking cakes?"

The hawker was taken aback, and instinctively responded: "The big four articles, the small three articles."

After listening, the Taoist smiled and took off the coat from his shoulders, counted three coins, and asked for a cooking cake, placed it in the coat, and handed the coat to the beggar.

"Here, please eat bread."

This beggar must be extremely hungry, he hurriedly said thanks, put his hand into the coat and took out the steamed cake, and swallowed his belly in two or three mouthfuls.

But it's okay not to eat it. When I eat it, my belly screams.

If he was a shameless person, he would probably retreat in shame, but the beggar was "open and bright", and he didn't bother the two masters at all, so he looked at the round-faced Taoist eagerly.

At this moment, the onlookers were in an uproar, and the hawker sarcastically said with his arms in his arms.

"You can see the little Taoist priest. Where can these shameless rice buckets be fed?"

The Taoist with a round face didn't feel annoyed. Instead, he laughed and opened the gusset.

"You can take it! There is still in it. How much do you want to eat?"

People were surprised to hear this.

The round-faced Taoist's coat is not big, and it's OK to put some money and paperwork, but the steamed cake is stuffed with one or two and it's swollen, but the Taoist puts aside his rhetoric and says that you can take it?

But then, it was shocking.

But seeing that the beggar took out a steamed cake from the coat with his left hand, and just finished eating two or three bites, he took the cake in his right hand and stuffed it into his mouth... He opened his bow seven or eight times, but he didn't lose his hand every time.

The beggar has been hungry for eight lifetimes. The food appearance and appetite are not to be mentioned, but the method of making steamed cakes out of thin air by the round-faced Taoist has aroused the surrounding people's surprise and stunned the vendors.

"Transportation."

In restaurants.

Li Changan's tablemate was disdainful outside.

"Little Doyle."

But Li Changan next to him saw it clearly, with envy in his eyes.

The Taoist priest then smiled, just watching the excitement, not commenting on it.

The reaction of others is not mentioned, but that the round-faced Taoist may be younger, listening to the exclamation of the surroundings, and even words like "living gods", for a while, he was a little stunned.

But gradually, he suddenly found that the expressions of the people around him changed from surprised to a little frightened.

Fang wondered.

"Daoist."

There was a vague voice behind his ears, and when he looked sideways, he saw the beggar swallowing the cake in his mouth, pulling the coat with his hands, and staring at him.

"The steamed cake is gone."

The Taoist with a round face was stunned for a while, looked at the beggar, and then at the squat that had been flattened down by himself.

His eyes were as round as his face.

"damned."

He blurted out.

"Your rice bucket is refined?!"

He wiped off the cold sweat and was about to slip away, but the beggar looked for him and pestered him to steam the cake. For a time, it was unable to pull it apart.

The crowd didn't know which one was the one that promoted the narrowing.

"You have more than a hundred steamed cakes in your coat. Why don't you give alms to this miserable person?"

These words caused a roar of laughter in the court, and the laughter made the Taoist face blushing, but the beggar dragged him hard, and would not let go if he didn't give the steamed cake.

at this time.

There was a sudden explosion in the crowd.

"Thief!"

But seeing the violent peddler kicked the basket, the steamed cake that should have been filled with it was completely gone. He rushed into the court with a shoulder pole.

"Dare to use magic to steal a certain steamed cake, look for it!"

The round-faced Taoist hugged his head, but it was a pity that he was entangled by the blindfolded beggar.

"Don't fight! Don't fight!"

"How is Taoism a steal?"

"Hurry up and stop!"

"The big four texts and the small three texts you said, look at the other cage, the big ones are all there!"

"Ouch!"

…………

Li Changan had a lot of food and drink, but he was full of excitement.

But that signature dish is not up to date.

Waited for a while.

That Xiao Er actually informed in the lobby that the signature dish pigeon is already there, come back tomorrow, everyone!

But what is even more bizarre is that the diners in the hall are more regretful than angry, and they have agreed to come again next time. Li Changan is baffled.

But the sky is getting dark, and the Taoist priests don't bother to care about it.

I just called Xiao Er, packed some wine and meat, and went to stay in the house nearby.

It's also a coincidence that this Didian is in the east of the city, and the store's surname is Yu.

Like many others, the husband seems to be loyal and the wife is shrewd. The couple has no children at their knees, and only takes care of a little niece of the family.

After Li Changan stayed in, the host arranged a wing room, sprinkled and cleaned it, put on the bedding, and put on lamp oil.

Before going out, he pleaded guilty:

"Sir, forgive me."

"In the past few days, a guest's appetite has suddenly increased, and he ran out of the small store's inventory. It is too late to buy. I am afraid that tomorrow's breakfast will have to be some evening."

"It's okay."

The Taoist priest waved his hand.

"It happened to go to the opposite restaurant. His family still owes me a signature dish."

The shopkeeper grinned, hesitated for a while, and whispered:

"The Daoist came to Xiaoshui only today, I am afraid it is not clear."

"Recently, it has been rumored that thieves broke into the door at night to kill and gain money. Remember to lock the door tightly at night. It's better to be careful!"

The Taoist nodded.

He remembered that when he entered the gate of the city today, there were many people under the yellow list, saying that he was recruiting righteous men to offer rewards to the culprits.

"I know it."

After speaking, the store was about to retire, but Li Changan called him to stop.

"Shopkeeper, do you recognize an old man named Yan Song?"

Yan Song? elder?

The store shook his head.

"I don't recognize it."

Just saying goodbye to leave, he seemed to have thought of something, but then he shook his head and laughed, calling out.

"Amei?"

"Hey."

A little girl drilled out of the corner.

"Go and add a handful of fodder to the big donkey."

…………

The room is as bright as a bean.

Li Changan covered the yellow shell book and scratched his head, quite helpless.

He had a clear goal several times in the past, he only needed to follow the instructions of the Yellow Shell Book, find the monster, and think of a way to kill it.

But this time it was good, and it was directly given to a city. How would this teach him how to start? Is it possible to demolish the entire city?

Well, it's not easy to pass the secluded, swordsmanship, exorcism, and imperial wind. You have to open a space door and pull a team of excavators to the world to be reliable.

Today, he drove around the city in a boat, desperately trying to find something abnormal.

But except for the words "prosperous, live and work in peace", nothing was found.

If you really want to pick out any doubts, you probably only have the word "clean".

This "cleanness" not only refers to the cleanliness and tidiness of the street, or the mental outlook of the residents, but also refers to the demons and ghosts.

As the saying goes: There are many fairies in the wilderness, and many ghosts in the town.

What is said is that the wilderness is inaccessible, and the world is full of auras, and there are often demons or spirits born; while in the city, human desires are complex, hatred, jealous, greed, arrogance and all kinds of evil thoughts flourish, and many ghosts grow by this. .

But today, the Taoist drove the "Chonglongyu" around and smelled it, and he didn't smell the smell of monsters and ghosts. It was really weirdly clean.

But after another thought, what's so strange about being "clean"? Could it be that after staying in the filthy state for a long time, he regarded normal as abnormal?

No clue left or right.

Li Changan simply lay down on the bed.

whatever.

all will be good.

sleep!

…………

Bloody.

In the darkness, Li Changan suddenly opened his eyes.

The light in his eyes was like electricity, so that the sword box on the couch hummed, but the Taoist priest quietly fell silent when he pressed it.

He took the sword again, got out of the bed, raised the lamp, and opened the door.

Outside the door, the small atrium was shining in the moonlight, and the mist that did not know when it was lightly "paved" the ground, and under the moonlight, it showed a gritty texture.

As the night breeze blows, the full pool of "white sand" flows, and slowly pours into the empty door on the opposite side.

And the faint smell of blood escaped from the gap in the door.

...

"Crunch."

The turning of the door shaft was particularly harsh in the silent night.

Li Changan opened the door.

The bleak moonlight poured into the room mixed with mist.

Everything in the room seemed to be normal, and there were no signs of fighting. There was only one man lying on his back on the bed, staring in his eyes, silently, and did not respond at all to Li Changan's uninvited visit.

Li Changan knew this man.

It is the inhabitant of this room. Taoist priests also talked to him a few words before, saying that it was the surname Qian and the ambition, but he laughed at himself and had no ambitions. He only wanted wealth, children and grandchildren, and wives and concubines. He came to Xiaoshui this time for the sake of selling wine, but he came early, this year the new batch of wine has not been out of the cellar, so he had to stay temporarily in Didian.

Unexpectedly, the ambition that was not considered to be a big ambition was not realized... Li Chang'an turned his eyes and landed on the red-red tea cup on his chest, silently stepped forward to caress his eyes... Then he died silently here. In the foggy night.

After saying "offend", Li Changan checked the wound on Qian Dazhi's body.

Master!

After a little inspection, Li Changan came to such a conclusion.

The fatal wound of the deceased was on the left chest, and the wound was narrow and thin. Therefore, after a long time of death, the blood leached from the wound was worthy of the coat, rendering a mark the size of a tea cup, and the **** smell that escaped was made by Li Changan in the opposite room. Shocked.

But it is deep enough to penetrate clothes, skin and flesh without a heart.

Look at the appliances in the house and the quilt on the bed.

It can be imagined that in the middle of the night, the murderer quietly sneaked into the room and lifted the quilt on the deceased. When he woke up from his sleep, he opened his eyes in panic before he could exhale with a frivolity. The narrow sharp weapon pierced the clothes and flesh with one blow, then penetrated the gap between the ribs, and finally penetrated into the heart of the deceased.

Clean, neat, fierce, and kill you in one blow!

Finally, he withdrew silently, before leaving, he did not forget to cover the door calmly.

...

Li Changan's expression was a bit solemn for a while, not only because the murderer was clever, but also because...

After approaching, he smelled an extremely slight demon gas from Qian Dazhi's body.

And this time.

Suddenly, messy footsteps and shouts sounded in the night.

Not long.

The door of Xuxu's room was kicked open.

A pair of guards in charge of open fire broke in.

Li Changan looked at the corpse on the bed, and then at the blood stains on his hands.

"I said it wasn't me, do you believe it?"