Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

"That old ghost has been killed by you!"

The singing and dancing rest.

This question from the ghost happened to spread throughout the hall, arousing the attention of the whole hall. For a moment, the monster's eyes projected from all directions. These eyes were too mixed, and Li Changan couldn't distinguish the meaning, only the sound of Yan Xinglie's breathing beside him became thicker.

With all eyes in full view, the Taoist priest lowered his head and smiled, padding the only one in his hand that could be called a weapon-a meat cleaver **** wide, half a foot long, and without a tip.

Oh, it's a bit light.

He raised his head again, and was about to speak to the strange face of the ghost.

"what……"

Several screams suddenly sounded in the field, the Taoist turned his head and saw that at the upper seat, the dancers were eclipsed and fled, and one of them was eager to transform into its original shape, but it was a colorful turtledove. , Took off his clothes, and fluttered his wings to fly out of the well that day.

But Fang rose to the height of the beam, but was grabbed by a big hand full of black hairs.

This incident was full of flesh and blood, and it was much more exciting than the shriveled dialogue of the ghosts questioning the Taoist priests. The monsters quickly "turned the stage" to watch the excitement.

Only the ring-eyed man shouted sharply:

"Pork belly, stop!"

It turned out that when the preaching stopped, it was the stage where dancers were toasting the VIPs.

It was the turn of the pig demon, who was called the big belly Tai Sui, and the ghost questioned Li Chang'an. He attracted the eyes of the demon, and even the dancers' movements slowed down. As everyone knows, that pig demon is extremely impatient in front of food, and an impatient, actually grabbed the dancer who was pouring wine, and stuffed people with wine into his mouth!

The ring-eyed man was still questioning loudly, but the pig demon didn't even turn his eyes. He urged his cheeks and pulled out a blood-stained tattered gauze from his mouth, and then stuffed the turtledove into his mouth. .

While chewing, he yelled slurredly.

"This banquet is really boring. The host doesn't come out to meet the guests. If you say that good wine and meat are enough, you will use some bad wine and meat to perfuse..."

"you……"

Seeing that the other party completely ignores him, the man with eyes is full of anger, he wants to do it.

"Hey, why is Tai Sui so angry..."

Suddenly, behind the upper screen, an old man in Chinese clothes turned out with a smile, and he stopped the ring-eyed man with only one wink.

The Taoist raised his eyebrows.

The Lord has finally come out!

…………………………

Although this mandrill learns people everywhere, its shape is really strange, and its ugly face is like that ghost.

The old man had a shoehorn face, a nose with turned-out nostrils occupies more than half, with teeth protruding, and a one-legged one born in the middle jumped to the main seat and sat down.

First he scolded the man with eyes, and then bowed his hands to apologize to the pig demon.

"It's because the old people don't entertain me well, here is a gift to Tai Sui."

After speaking, he clapped his hands.

"Good wine and good meat will be served immediately!"

Not long after, the hall door suddenly opened, and the fish line walked into a group of monsters carrying a large ceramic tank.

Not long after, these large, half-person-tall earthenware cylinders filled the atrium.

At this moment, the snake demon didn’t care about the pillar, the pig demon spat out half of the turtledove, the ghost did not trouble Li Changan, and the group of demons stopped frolicking, all of them bulging their eyes, looking at the big altar. mug.

"This is……"

"right!"

Old Mandrill laughed and jumped into the arena and lifted the lid of the crock pot. Suddenly, the rich aroma of wine filled the lobby.

"This is Bai Guo Niang!"

After speaking, his one-legged jumped, and then jumped back to his seat, calling out loudly:

"Come here! Pour wine for me and all the distinguished guests. I won't be drunk or return today!"

In the hall, immediately responded to the howls of ghosts and demons.

………………

Some turbid amber liquor with some residue.

Li Changan gently shook the wine bowl, and the mellow fragrance jumped out of the bowl and climbed up his nose and mouth, tempting him to bow his head and take a sip.

The freshness of the mountain fruit poured into the throat along with the mellowness of the wine, and then filled the spleen and stomach. It was just such a small bite that the Taoist priest was a little bit drunk, not drunk, but like walking out in April, the sun is warm and the spring breeze is slowly. So lazy and sleepy.

"Sure enough, good wine!"

Unfortunately, fortunately.

It's a pity that such a good wine can't be drunk for a while; but fortunately, only such a good wine can defeat the demons full of Zhuangzi.

"Dao Master, Master Yan, wait a while, no matter what you see, please bear with me for the time being."

At this time, while the whole room was filled with the spirits of the demons in the wine, Ma San quietly reminded him.

endure?

The Taoist frowned.

What does this mean?

"There is good wine! Where is the good meat?"

Over there, the pig demon started yelling loudly again.

The gang of little demons underneath, with their alcoholic nature, even slapped the table and knocked the bowls, and they all clashed.

"Good meat! Good meat! Good meat!"

The mandrill didn't think it was a pestle, and said with a smile: "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, you will have it right away."

After all, at the gate, another group of servants walked into each of them with a plate in their hands.

"Good meat is here!"

A painted face kept saliva, put a set in Li Changan, and then reluctantly retired.

Good meat?

The Taoist was puzzled and looked down.

Half-cooked palms with fleshy skins were on the wooden plates.

………………

This is the so-called good meat? !

"Dao Master, this is the home of monsters, please bear with me for the time being!"

Ma San's advice sounded at the right time, and Li Changan's anger turned into a sigh, and he let go of his clenched fists.

Yes.

Seeing the half-human corpse in the kitchen, how could I not expect such an appearance.

He raised his eyes to the mandrill's place, and he saw a human head on his plate.

The head hasn't been cooked much, his eyes are closed tightly, and his eyebrows are straight. He can see that he should have been a beauty before his death.

The snake demon next to him kept a close eye on him for a long time, and suddenly smiled:

"This man's head looks familiar..."

"Shengqing is right."

The mandrill rubbed the head and cheeks for a moment, and smiled: "It's my lady who just died..."

"Oh, it turned out to be the wife." The snake demon snack was startled, and shook the fan.

Even though he said that, a section of the arm in the snake monster's hand has not been put down.

"It's okay."

The mandrill curled his lips, showing jagged yellow teeth.

"It's rare to have good skin and tender flesh. Wouldn't it be a pity not to share it with you?"

"Shanjun is really free and easy."

"I am over-flattered!"

The snake demon and the mandrill laughed in unison, so they looked like the host and the guest matched each other.

But in the audience, Yan Xinglie's tower-like body was trembling slightly, his lips snapped, although he didn't make a sound, it was clearly two words.

Beasts!

"Where is a beast?" Taoist sighed, "It's clearly a beast!"

Sure enough, the demon is always a demon, who has learned human form, but cannot learn human nature.

Li Changan picked up the wine bowl and was about to pour his anger into his heart.

"Why is my little brother sighing?"

Suddenly, an upset shortness of breath came into my ears.

The Taoist priest looked at him coldly, and the ghost gnawed human flesh with a smile.

"Could it be that you are not satisfied with this human flesh?"

……………………

This old ghost is really a worm, just like that mosquito, it is annoying.

The Taoist priest was also a scumbag, and the group of demons took the lead, and he didn't mean to lower his eyebrows and pleasing his eyes, and he was about to go back immediately.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a muffled voice was suddenly inserted.

"Why are you old devil entangled with a little devil?"

But it was Dadu Tai Sui who spoke, holding a human leg in its hand, and gorged it from the previous wolf, slowly and carefully savored it.

"This is a great day for Lord Shanjun. You can throw some good wine and meat that you rarely see on weekdays. Don't disturb everyone's interest."

Hui Gui's weird smile froze immediately, and he quickly turned his head and argued:

"These two ghosts didn't tell the truth. Tai Sui knew that the old ghost was the most greedy and cruel..."

"so what?"

Unexpectedly, when the pig demon waved his hand, he didn't care about the life and death of the old ghost.

"If you die, you will die. It's not your Laozi. Is it possible that you still have to avenge it?"

Feng Gui's face was darkened by these words, and before he had time to yell at him, the snake demon over there had already smiled and interjected:

"Although they are both ghosts, one is a human and the other is a worm, naturally no one is someone's Lao Tzu, I am afraid that these two have offended him."

The Taoist smiled loudly. It seemed that this ghost was not very popular, and he was happy to add another fire.

"Before my life, I used to catch insects in the mountains as a career. After death, I have no other ability. I only find some poisonous insects in the mountains to fill my stomach." The Taoist priest pretended to be suspicious, "Where can I offend this great king."

"It turns out to be a bug-eater, no wonder this ghost image is going to swallow you alive. You don't know, it's a bug ancestor!"

This pig demon laughed loudly, or how to say it was a pig demon, the three sentences are inseparable from the word "eat".

After all, it hummed at the ghost.

"Old pig, I am almost eaten up, but the insects are very prosperous, but I don't know how to eat this poisonous insect."

The Taoist said with a smile.

"It's good that the king knows that if you eat poisonous insects, you need to deep-fry. Whenever the poisonous insects pick up the poison glands, pull out the fangs, suoer into the oil pan, fish them up and wrap them in salt, and bite them in your mouth. Crispy and delicious..."

The Taoist spoke vividly. How could these local monsters be able to hold it? The courageous just swallowed, and the courageous and big-eyed were already looking at the ghost.

And that pig demon is already "suspected that the Milky Way falls for nine days"!

Huigui's ugly face had become darkened to the bottom of the pot, and some strange-colored smoke was emitted from under the tattered cloth robe, which scared the surrounding monsters to **** off.

Seeing that the atmosphere was tense, Na Shanjun quickly opened his mouth to clear the siege.

"Thanks to all of you for giving the old man's face, come to my villager to cheer for me. The old man can't repay me. It just so happens that my chef has recently developed a new dish. I haven't tasted it yet. Today, I just want everyone to try it."

The pig demon was eager to eat, and when he heard that there were new dishes, he still cared about ghosts there, so he turned around and asked, "But Dong Guo?"

"It's Dong Guo."

"Good, good, good!" The pig demon was overjoyed and cried three times in a row.

Not long after, under the eager expectation of the pig demon, he walked into a big-bellied monster.

As soon as the monster entered the door, he only greeted a few servants to move to the stove, set up the cauldron, set up the counter, set up the knives, and changed their clothes as if they were clean hands.

Afterwards, he commanded several servants again, and came in two big platforms. There were things on the stage, but it was covered with black cloth, and there was faint movement under the cloth, which seemed to be living creatures.

After sending the servant to retire, he patted his stomach and spoke.

"In my early years, I learned a craft called'脍', which is to cut meat into very thin slices of meat, retaining the flavor and taste of the ingredients to the greatest extent. Cut off all the meat in one piece..."

As he said, he raised his head triumphantly.

"After several years of practice, I finally learned this craft. Today, I will help everyone..."

He suddenly stretched out his hand to tear off the black cloth, the mandrill stroked his beard and smiled, and the other monsters exclaimed in unison.

A big wooden stake was supported on the big platform, and two big living people were tied to the stake, one was a woman, the other was a child.

"Human!"

The Taoist suddenly squeezed the handle of the knife.

……………………

"Daoist." Ma San called softly.

The Taoist was expressionless.

Over there, the monster cook is still talking.

"When this person is in pain, the meat is the most tender and chewy. But the pain of the flesh is better than the pain of the heart. There is a saying that the mother and the child are connected. These two are the mother and the child..."

As he said, he suddenly cut off a piece of flesh on the child.

The child was tightly tied to a wooden post, his mouth was blocked by a cloth ball, and he couldn't cry, only trembling in the tight bondage, while the mother on the opposite side was already in tears.

The cook triumphantly put the piece of meat on the plate.

"Watching your loved ones die in front of you a little bit, coupled with Ling Chi's pain, this is the time when people are most sad, and when human flesh is the most delicious!"

"It's a good point, I'm afraid that if you didn't cut a few knives, these two will have to breathe."

At this time, in the monster group, the sound of lifting the bar suddenly sounded.

"What kind of shit!"

The cook opened his mouth and scolded when he was in a hurry.

"But I have practiced enough craftsmanship. If I don't cut enough, I will let this person breathe, and you will eat my meat."

"The tone is quite big."

This time the cook stunned his ears early and caught the guy who was speaking. He turned around and saw a ghost dressed as a Taoist priest with short hair.

He returned angrily: "It's not that I have a big tone, it's because I have good craftsmanship, otherwise you can try..."

The ghost or the scholar dismissed it.

"If the craftsmanship is good, why bother to hold up an iron pan? I'm afraid that the craftsmanship is not good, so let's just cook it in the pan at that time!"

"Fart! It's made from leftover bones and entrails."

The cook thought that the Taoist priests would be a mess, but unexpectedly he nodded.

"I see……"

With that, the conversation turned.

"But you can't cook this soup."

With that said, before he got up, he was actually going to go on behalf of him.

The cook didn't follow it, but the Taoist priest said that the fried insects were very lively. The monsters present thought he was good at cooking, but they were cajoling him to show his hand. The cook couldn’t. He turned his head and looked up. That Shanjun nodded with interest.

He had to bow his head and let go, muttering: "But it depends on what you can do."

The Taoist priest didn't say a word, walked to the counter, and looked at the dozen knives of different styles and sizes on it.

Suddenly, he pointed to the smallest handle and asked, "What's the use of this knife?"

"Take the marrow."

He pointed to the thickest and largest handle again.

"Cut the bones."

"That's it."

The Taoist led the bone-cutting knife, and in the eyes of all monsters, the old **** was walking to the iron pan, glanced at the vegetables and spices tumbling inside, and turned and hooked his finger towards the cook.

"Come here."

The monster cook came up in a daze.

"Why?"

The Taoist smiled and pointed to the pot.

"Let's see, your soup is still short of ingredients."

"Impossible! What is missing?"

The cook was stupid not to pull a few probes to look at it.

"Naturally lack..."

Halfway through the conversation, the Taoist priest suddenly pressed his head into the boiling soup, caught off guard, and the hot boiling water choked his eyes and throat. Before he came, he screamed, and the sharp point of his knife had already pierced his throat. Li Changan pulled the monster's head up again and opened his neck little by little with the blade. Fresh blood poured into the boiling soup, so that the fishy gas was scattered and the white gas evaporated.

"...Your head."

At this moment, the cook has transformed into his original form, a fat old wolf impressively. Li Changan cut off the wolf's head and threw it into the pot, raised his eyes and smiled at the dumbfounded group of demons:

"What do you think of Pandao's wolf head soup?"