"Sir, the medicinal herbs you want have been bought, do you see?"

Zhang Jiao looked at the shopkeeper who was rubbing his fingers in front of him and looked like a philistine, threw a dime of silver over casually, and then said, "Shopkeeper, remember to heat me two more hard dishes." ”

The shopkeeper in front of him immediately caught the silver, and he bent down and said, "This hero, don't worry, the little one is ready for you to go." If you need anything, just ask. ”

Zhang Jiao answered, lifted the long knife on his waist, and walked back to his upper room.

One has an upper room with a futon and two stools.

This place is a small town outside Beiguan in Changqi County, and it is more than 20 miles away from Beiguan.

Zhang Jiao originally thought that after entering Changqi County, he would see a corpse all over the field, and Liao was uninhabited.

Because in the news he heard, this place suffered one disaster after another last year, which can be described as a continuous natural and man-made disaster, and it should be particularly tragic to think of it.

But I didn't want to, after coming here, although the number of displaced people I saw was very large, but it was not as barren as I imagined, but there was a kind of deformed prosperity.

The upper classes still live in luxury, and only the displaced people at the bottom struggle with death and starvation.

Every day, many caravans come and go from Beiguanzhong, exporting a large number of goods. Countless homeless people from the Changqi County have flocked to here, wanting to beg for a bite to eat.

Zhang Jiao once glanced at Beiguan from a distance and found that this was the most prosperous city he had seen since he came to this world.

At the same time, he also discovered the goal of his trip, the Sanyang Society.

Every day, the people of the Sanyang Society will give porridge and preach outside the city to attract believers. That's why so many displaced people are here.

Zhang Jiao was planning what to do next, and while closing the door and waiting for the footsteps outside the door to gradually move away, he took off the hat covered with black cloth and put it on the stool. Then he opened the medicinal herbs he bought at the shopkeeper, and after carefully distinguishing the medicinal materials, he took out the gallic he needed and prepared to start making hair dye.

If he enters the city like this, it is too eye-catching, and I am afraid that he will be recognized in half a day.

So, you still have to dress up in disguise first.

Zhang Jiao followed the recipe he got from the old man in the town, first crushed the gallnut into powder, then mixed it with pine leaves, lotus seed grass juice, sesame oil, pig bristle fat and other objects, stirred it evenly, and then summoned the red ghost and let it continue to spray a small fire against the clay pot until it condensed into a paste before it could be stopped.

The fire ghost puffed out his cheeks and carefully controlled his strength, so as not to let the flames spewed out of his mouth bring yin energy, otherwise the spewed out would be yin fire, and he would not be able to boil this crockpot.

Zhang Jiao next to him was holding a scripture book and chanting it in a low voice.

"Immortals are noble, and there are no measurable people. The immortal road is noble, and the ghost road is noble. The fairy road is often auspicious, and the ghost road is often self-murderous. ......”

In the sound of chanting, the hair dyeing herbs in the clay jar finally slowly condensed into a paste.

The red ghost happily came to Zhang Jiao's side, and before he could ask for credit, he was pinched into a fiery breath and inhaled into his body.

Zhang Jiao took the clay pot and just sat on the small bench, when four arms immediately stretched out from behind him.

The smooth, white palm gently stroked his white hair, and then grabbed a black paste from the clay pot and carefully applied it to each strand of his hair.

Bursts of whining and mournful sobs echoed in his ears.

"No, my white hair!"

"Please, don't dye it!"

"Wait a minute, let me take another look at it!"

Zhang Jiao looked at several of them lying at his feet in pain, and said indifferently, "Let's go and recite the scriptures for a while if you are so idle." ”

"No, I've got something to do and I'm going first. ”

Lying at his feet and crying bitterly, he immediately stopped crying and disappeared in front of him one after another.

Zhang Jiao stared at the shadow that revealed his appearance in the mist, and raised the corners of his mouth proudly, "Heh, don't I know myself yet?"

More than ten minutes later, after the four arms behind him wiped all his hair, Zhang Jiao looked at the mist that had filled most of the room, and took a soft breath.

The gray mist immediately shrank back into his body, and the room returned to its original form.

Well?

Wrong.

There's one more thing.

In the corner next to the plank bed, a tawny mouse froze in a crack in the cracked wall.

Zhang Jiao looked at the dead mouse, and subconsciously opened his mouth, and spit out a mouthful of red and green flames.

The flames immediately reduced the rat to ashes, and there was a chirping sound outside the crack in the wall, and several rats immediately scattered and fled.

Zhang Jiao just glanced at it and didn't care.

He left his hair loose and waited for it to dry naturally.

After more than half an hour, Zhang Jiao, who felt that he had done almost the same, immediately changed into a tight-fitting outfit and dressed like a young man in the rivers and lakes.

"That should save you a lot of trouble. ”

Zhang Jiao secretly thought, "You are looking for a white-haired Taoist, what does it matter to me as a black-haired young man." ”

As soon as he walked out of the upper room, he saw the thief-eyed shopkeeper training his son.

"Look long, the guest came in and asked if you were in the room, and you actually said that you didn't go to the room?"

"Are you lacking in heart? Isn't it that we have the final say from time to time when we go to the house, isn't this how the earthen house next to it is rented out? You can't learn anything, why did I give birth to such a fool as you?"

"If it weren't for me, you might starve to death there?"

He was training his son, and when he saw Zhang Jiao coming over, he immediately stopped talking, and he was not afraid that he would hear what he had just said, so he immediately said with a smile.

"Hero, you're out! That dish is still hot for you, why don't you go and serve it to this hero?"

The shopkeeper's son immediately ran out.

Zhang Jiao didn't care about what he said before, and inquired about the news in Changqi County without a trace.

When the shopkeeper's son brought the food, he suddenly said casually as if he had thought of something.

"Shopkeeper, pay attention, there are rats nesting in your house. ”

The boss was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and he said a little confused, "Hero, don't worry." Our house is a century-old store, and there can be no mice. ”

"If there were any rats, they would have been eaten by the starving ghosts outside. ”

"Within a radius of twenty miles from this Beiguan, you don't want to see a living creature with four legs. ”

Zhang Jiao was stunned for a moment when he heard this, his eyes gradually filled with a layer of blood, and he said faintly, "Then maybe I was wrong." Shopkeeper, then you go and get busy first, I'll take it back to the house and eat. ”

The shopkeeper answered, and was about to come up to help, but saw that Zhang Jiao had already walked back with a stewed rice covered with a thin layer of steamed meat.

He didn't care, turned around and continued to teach his son.

in the room.

Zhang Jiao stared at the crack in the corner of the wall, his eyes were full of blood, and he looked towards the rat that had just been burned.

On the crack in the broken wall, a blood-colored rat that seemed to have no body suddenly poked its head out of the crack in the wall.

The rat is like being alive, constantly circling around the place where it finally died.

Zhang Jiao stared at it, and countless picture information began to flicker in his eyes.

In the end, a cruel picture was frozen in his eyes.

In the dark secret room, a white-haired mouse the size of a dog is enshrined on the table of the Eight Immortals, surrounded by offerings.

It slouched on the table, grinding its teeth with a bony human skull.

The human skull is covered with tooth marks.

Under the table of the Eight Immortals, dozens of corpses with broken intestines lay there, and countless rats, large and small, crawled around among the corpses, biting and gnawing.