Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

Tonight's Bacchus Festival is particularly lively.

On the waterway.

The Taoist priest and the ghost-faced girl flew to each other among the boats.

On the long street.

Bo Tzuyu led a gang of government officials to break up the crowd and run wildly.

"Get out! Get out!"

"Yamen handles the case."

The bureaucrats panted heavily and stared at the grimace girl in front of them, as if looking at a pile of silver, glaring green.

But Bo Tzuyu watched the two of them gradually throwing away, but his scalp was numb, and he cried secretly.

Both of these two are the masters of rampant and unscrupulous people. They make great efforts on each of the painting boats, but everyone does not know that the guests who can board the painting boats are not rich or expensive?

No, the ghost-faced girl got on the painting boat and randomly pushed a bunch of guests behind her as a shield. The few younger brothers were unlucky, they were still chanting on the fence in the last moment, and they were swept into the water in the next moment.

Bo Ziyu was frightened.

Suffered.

That was the son of a political scholar and a bunch of scholars in the academy.

In a blink of an eye, the Taoist priest ran into a painting boat again, unable to stop, and knocked a screen on the table into a mess.

Bo Tzuyu's scalp is numb.

It's over.

Above it is the authentic work of Wu Daozi, the treasure that the county magistrate will show off every year.

After a while, the two moved to another painting boat, frightening a pair of bare-ass men and women.

Bo Ziyu was confused.

It's weird.

That's not Master Cheng and his daughter-in-law... Hey?

Ignore Bo Tzuyu’s complicated mental journey, Li Changan could not have guessed it, nor could he take it into consideration.

He flew among the painting boats, smelling the fragrance of the toilet water left by the ghost-faced girl, which has gradually faded.

Thinking about whether to kill the killer, for example, reward her with a wind, fire and thunder!

But for one thing, being in a busy city, I am afraid of hurting the innocent; secondly, there are indeed many doubts in my heart.

After all, press the mind.

It was another leap.

With a "bang", he crashed into the **** of a painted boat.

Regardless of the messy scolding and screams around, he followed the smell and struggling again, only to crash into a cloud of smoke.

…………

Tonight.

The most popular show, except for Hu Auntie's stunt with pole-wearing, belongs to the Li Family Painting Boat, which is said to be the smoky illusion performed by Shi Huoluo, a illusionist from the Western Regions who has been invited for a lot of money.

This person seemed to have high eyes and deep nose, a big beard, and a fluffy robe. Shi Shiran stood on the stage. There were no other props beside him, only seven gooseneck jars of different colors.

Only saw his hands form lotus marks.

Flip your wrists and move your fingers.

A wisp of white smoke emerged from the white jar and gathered above his palm. As his gestures changed, the cluster of smoke turned into a flower bud, slowly blooming.

When the flowers were in full bloom, the gesture changed again, and the petals merged and turned into a pure white bird, flapping its wings and circling around him, falling on his shoulders, and lightly jumping back to the palm of his hand.

With joy, every movement and every feather is full of fun.

He moved his fingers again.

The various colored pots spit out the smoke of the corresponding color and gathered in his palm.

When gray comes, the bird in the palm becomes a sparrow; when it merges into black, the sparrow becomes a swallow; if it is plated with yellow, the swallow becomes a oriole; when it is dyed blue, the oriole becomes a lark...

At the end, the smoke gathered into a colorful appearance.

He snapped his fingers.

"Snapped."

The little bird suddenly opened up and turned into a big peacock, shaking up its colorful feathers, and then spreading its wings and flying up, under the illumination of the street lights, the wings showed an intoxicating brilliance.

Suddenly.

Shi Huoluo pressed his hands.

The peacock crowed silently, then swooped down, hitting its head on the deck.

The body suddenly disappeared into the smoke, and the smoke turned into a surging water wave, spreading across the boat onto the stage. But its feathers have turned into many scaly fishes, swimming slowly in the water, shaking their heads and wagging their tails.

Shi Huoluo raised his hand.

The fish in the water immediately swarmed and jumped out of the water, transforming into a celestial appearance, or holding a pipa, or a jacquard basket, or holding a flute.

The water waves also surged and screamed, gathering like a mountain, with pagodas, temples, smoke, and countless little people burning incense and praying in it.

And Shi Huoluo's hands were in harmony again.

The vast mist on the mountain turned into a majestic Buddha, his lips opened and closed, as if he was preaching and preaching. The goddesses were flying around one after another, and many bodhisattvas and arhats were still vaguely hidden in the surrounding smoke.

Surprisingly, it was a picture of Lingshan teaching the Fa that came to life.

…………

Shi Huoluo's smoky illusion is indeed wonderful, but it is inevitable to see too much aesthetic fatigue.

The most intuitive manifestation is that the cheers and applause from the shore gradually weakened.

The spectators on the side watched a full circle across the surface of the water and the lights, and most of the night passed, there were always flowers, birds, fish, insects, Buddha, and Lingshan. They came and went, and they gradually became bored and bored.

The crowd will disperse without waiting for new highlights.

Abruptly.

There was a tumult on the painting boat, making people stop.

Then, I saw two uninvited guests on the misty stage.

A Taoist man with short hair is carrying a long sword with exquisite swordsmanship; a ghost-faced woman is holding a short sword with a ghostly body. Su Ma Taoist robe followed by gorgeous red dress, one long and one short two sharp swords strangled repeatedly.

Suddenly.

The sword light crisscrossed the mountain, the goddess, and the Buddha to pieces. The illusionist was so horrified that his hands and feet were cold, and he froze in place and did not dare to move.

The shore was dumbfounded by this sudden change, and he was dumbfounded.

Ore.

"good!"

It was cheers and thunderous.

"It's time to act like this! It's always birds, flowers, and monks, what's the point of it?"

"Yes, where does the monk recite the scriptures, where the Taoist and the demon girl look good? Hey, look at that figure."

"Yes! Yeah! Listen carefully, yo! There is still a voice."

There are also more real people in the pile.

"That's not right, the two of them seem to have jumped up from another place, not like smoke."

Someone nearby immediately laughed at him and made a fuss.

"Do you know that this is a illusion? Look at the illusionist, the sword is almost cut to the neck, and it doesn't move a bit; look at the ghost-faced man, who is floating in the smoke, doesn't look like the previous celestial woman? "

"Why is this not illusion?"

She was relieved immediately and joined the cheering crowd.

...

Follow the convention of the festival.

The show on the boat has reached a wonderful point, allowing people to row a boat to the shore and say a few auspicious words.

At this time, viewers on the shore will take out the reward money and throw it into the boat, depending on the degree of the show and the size of their pockets.

usually.

If the show is wonderful.

Before dawn, there will be a pile of yellow copper coins in the belly of the ship. If you are lucky, you will be able to mix some white silver with a generous shot.

Then I was illuminated by the lantern carried by the bow.

The bright and clear boat is really beautiful!

As a result, this rewarding boat has a nice name called the "Treasure Gathering Boat."

On Shihuoluo's side, it was his little apprentice who arranged to go boating to gather treasure. Eight or nine-year-old children are at the age of sleepiness. Halfway through the midnight, the little guy was already in a daze, half asleep and half awake.

Abruptly.

The applause of the spectators scared away the sleepy bugs, and quickly wiped off the drool from the corners of his mouth, drove the boat to the shore, and said no auspicious words with his face held up.

I was at a loss to find that the cheers, applause, and rewards and money on the shore had stopped abruptly.

He turned his head to look.

Originally, the white pot was smashed on the ship, and a large amount of white smoke gushed out for a while, covering the entire painting, and now it is foggy, and I can't see anything.

The audience looked at each other.

This is... part of the show?

But they didn't let them wait any longer, they could only hear the "cang", "cang", "cang"...a crisp sound in the white smoke.

Suddenly.

Black, yellow, purple, green, blue... all kinds of smoke gush out together, and then entangled and gather, transforming various weird and weird images on the painting boat.

For example, the peacock has no feathers, showing a bald butt; a fat pig in a feather coat, holding a pipa back, doing a flying dance; the majestic Buddha has no head, replaced by a huge fish head; the Buddha's head grows on a yellow On the dog, wagging his tail for a while, urinating with his foot, and holding the Feitian Fat Pig, humming and doing the job...

The messy strange image made people on the shore dumbfounded.

The serious people have already scolded "indecision and depravity" and walked away. However, the serious people accounted for the majority.

So, for a moment, applause bursts with laughter.

On the little disciple's side, money was even more raining, and after a while, the boat's draught tightened again.

It's just that some people laugh and lose their head, and throw money on the little disciple. It is also painful and sweet in his heart.

But also at this time.

"Ouch!"

A cry was scary.

Shi Huola was kicked off the boat by the ghost face man.

"Hey?"

The boy looked back and saw this scene, full of doubts.

"Is there still a show in our family?"

Is there?

no.

Should I row to save the master?

But here is a great reward, a lot of money.

Still swinging between the dilemma between the master and the reward, the cheap master over there has already pulled out of the water.

He took off the fake beard that was drooping on his chin, hurriedly wiped off the makeup powder on his face, and hurriedly gave an authentic old Qinqiang, screamed:

"Don't smash the color jar!"

There was a sound in the smoke that responded to him.

"Kang Dang."

immediately.

A thick black spread from the center of the smoke.

Wherever he went, he swallowed the Buddha, melted the goddess, and transformed the **** palace. In the blink of an eye, the dazzling colors and strange images on the stage were all swallowed, merged into a cloud of chaotic thick black smoke, and quickly swept across both sides of the strait.

The audience on the shore had already held their breath.

What kind of unexpected and exciting show is preparing to start?

But before waiting for the show, I saw the nobles at the stern jumping into the water. Everyone looked at each other, and the black smoke had spread to the shore.

The courageous, or lack of heart, relying on the long neck, leaned out first, and greeted him with his face.

As soon as he was next to him, he drew back abruptly and lay on the ground without saying a word, only coughing desperately and tearing down.

The crowd suddenly became dumbfounded.

Haven't reacted yet.

"Run!"

Everyone looked over. It was that Shi Huoluo shook off his arms and rowed the boat, carrying the kid and the rewarding copper, desperately fleeing from the spreading black smoke, drew out time, and roared and added.

"Smoke is poisonous!"

The crowd was in an uproar, then screamed and panicked, like birds and beasts scattered.

…………

"Yamen catch the murderer!"

"Disperse!"

Bo Tzuyu led a group of bureaucrats against the flow of people, and finally arrived late.

But the first kick came in aggressively, everyone scrambled for fear of falling behind; the next kick was you looking at me and I looking at you, no one dared to step forward.

The black smoke has spread, completely sealing off the streets on both sides of the strait, and even infiltrating the houses on the streets.

To pass.

If you don't want to take a long way, you have to push hard.

Look at the posture of the crowd fleeing, and then look at the dense blackness in the smoke.

Do you want to eat food as a errand?

In the end, Tzuyu was still thin. He stomped his feet severely, cut off a sleeve, covered his mouth and nose, and rushed in.

But as soon as he caught the smoke, he knew why those pedestrians were crying and screaming.

This smoke is very toxic!

As soon as the eyeball hit, it was as if someone took a needle into the eye; he screamed, and subconsciously went to cover his eyes, and black smoke slipped in his mouth and nose, blocking his screams, and then grabbed him. The trachea tugged fiercely.

It was a heart-piercing cough.

Upon seeing this, the servants hurriedly snatched him back, rushed to the shop next to him for a scoop of water, rinsed his mouth and washed his eyes.

At this moment, black smoke suddenly surged.

But Li Changan covered his nose and closed his eyes and bumped out of it.

Bo Tzuyu pushed the water scoop aside, with a pair of red-eyed beads, **** his choking throat, he went up and asked:

"What the **** are you guys doing?"

He pointed angrily at the smoke that was still rolling and spreading.

"That poisonous smoke..."

Before finishing speaking, the Taoist priest raised his hand and waved.

The gale gathered against the surface of the water, holding the black smoke straight to the sky, and then being disturbed by the gale and scattered away.

Catching was stunned, and then asked: "Ghost face..."

Before he spoke, the Taoist priest threw an object into his arms.

Hurrying to catch it, it was a ghost mask with broken corners and some blood stains.

"This is?"

He stared straight, and was about to ask.

The Taoist had already bent his knees and jumped straight to the top of a three-story attic on the side of the street.

Condescendingly, overlooking the long street.

What I saw in my eyes, those who pointed at him, didn't realize it, greeted customers, performed art for rewards, men and women, old and young, poor, low, rich and expensive... Long streets, painted boats, all kinds of people, etc., all fall into the eyes, but they are alone. With the figure of a ghost-faced man.

Taoist priests habitually urge Chonglongyu, but found embarrassingly that just now the smoke had numbed his nose.

To make matters worse, he took off his calf and put on a horse.

There are many cracks in the armor immediately, and there is not much mana left on it.

Li Changan frowned and looked back at Chengdong.

The palace prison was silent in the night.

…………

Two flowers bloom, one on each table.

The government office is a prison.

The servants were turned over by the gale, and after getting up in a daze, they found that everyone was injured. With bad luck, they broke their bones and smashed their heads. If they were lucky, they became bruised.

Seeing that the Taoist priests were chasing the ghosts and the people disappeared, they simply went away to seek medical treatment. Only a few skin wounds were left. The guards relocked the beggars deep in the prison.

And the few people who remained did not idle, took out the wine and vegetables prepared early, opened the stall, and played Pai Gow in a messy cell.

"Do!"

The dominoes were quickly poked on the table.

The servant of the horse face yelled.

"Fuckin, where are so many bugs? People can't live without playing cards."

It turned out that a big red-headed centipede was held under the domino, its head and poisonous hook were suppressed, its body curled up, and the dense stomach and feet were wrapped around the domino.

The companion next to him is also impatient.

"Who knows, although it was not clean in the past, there were not so many bugs."

As he said, he made a stubborn mouth deep in the prison.

"Maybe it was the beggar who brought it in."

Although his words are emotional, they are not without purpose.

The beggar didn’t know if he grew up in a dung pit, and his whole body smelled compelling. Even if he was locked in the innermost prison, far away, he could still smell the stench on his body and see the flies flying around him. Mosquitoes are really tiring!

"It's not bad."

The other government officer next to him smiled.

"When I first came in, this guy didn't smell so bad, just kept shouting hungry, and the noise made people's ears hurt."

"I heard people say that this guy was hungry and panicked, and attacked a little girl in the street, almost eating human flesh."

This yaman frowned and frowned.

"Why don't we even order the chicken bones so that we don't get hungry and run over to eat the flesh of our brothers."

Ma Lian Ya Ya snorted suddenly.

"Eating chicken?"

He grabbed the half-crushed centipede and slammed it at the beggar.

"Go worms!"

Several people laughed for a while, and then started drinking and eating meat happily, playing cards and gambling money.

But didn't see it.

After the big centipede landed, it rolled up and struggled a few times, and then suddenly unfolded and quickly crawled towards the beggar.

He climbed up his calf, got into the bottom of his trousers, crawled across his neck, and finally curled up on his ears, shaking his feet a few times, and got into the ear canal.

Ore.

The stiff beggar trembled suddenly, and a pustule appeared on his cheek, which grew at a speed visible to the naked eye until the size of his fist.

Under the swollen translucent skin, you can see yellow pus, red bloodshot eyes, and faint worms.

Just a few breaths.

The pustule gradually became smaller, and finally retracted under the skin, leaving only a yellow spot.

But the skin on the neck began to bulge slowly.