After defeating the Ghost Martial Chameleon, the Golden Silkworm Gu returned to the Taoist Temple, and it was almost dawn.

This night, Qingzhu didn't sleep much, maybe he was too excited, lying on the bed and rolling the sheets alone.

At about four o'clock in the morning, he simply got up, went out into the yard, and saw the black bear and the hen lying asleep under the big pine tree.

Qingzhu felt that these two little guys must be too tired, after all, they had done a lot to deal with the ghost martial arts last night, and Qingzhu couldn't bear to wake them up, so he let them sleep a little longer.

Then, Qingzhu came to the kitchen, ready to cook more delicious food, and treat the hen and the black bear for a while.

However, as soon as he entered the kitchen, Qingzhu found that not only was there no water in the tank, but there was also not much firewood.

If you want to make a breakfast, you have to carry water and collect firewood, usually, these are all done by black bears, if you let Qingzhu complete it alone, I'm afraid this meal may not be cooked until noon.

Qingzhu had a flash of inspiration, not to go down the mountain, to buy some early for these little guys to come down the mountain, it can be regarded as improving the food.

Thinking like this, Qingzhu took out some money and prepared to go down the mountain.

In the past few days, Qingzhu has a lot of money in his hands, mainly because of the incense donated by the crew to burn incense, and the last time Qingzhu acted as an actor, Assistant Sun also used WeChat to send a red envelope to Qingzhu, saying that it was an actor's fee.

Qingzhu took out two hundred yuan and was about to go down the mountain, and the big radish and ginseng also woke up at this time, rubbed his little eyes and jumped off the bed and asked Qingzhu, "It's so early, why are you going?"

"Oh, I'll go down the mountain and buy you some breakfast, how about sesame baked cakes, do you like to eat them?"

"Great, otherwise, the deity will go with you"

"Forget it, turnip, your legs are too short, your speed is too slow"

"You can go down the mountain with the deity."

"I'll go, I'll hold you, how can I carry the baked cake up the mountain, it's too troublesome, you, still honestly wait on the mountain, I'm wearing gossip cloud shoes under my feet, run fast, I'll be back soon"

"Well, well-then"

Qingzhu asked the ginseng radish to take care of the house, and went out of the gate by himself.

At this time, the sky was tiny, and there was no one outside, so he could completely perform the Bagua footwork and quickly descend the mountain.

At this time, Qingzhu, like stepping on two hot wheels, ran towards the bottom of the mountain at an astonishing speed.

At this speed, driving may not be able to catch up with him

It only took a few minutes for Qingzhu to come to the foot of the mountain, and although he ran extremely fast, his face still did not change and his heart did not beat.

When he arrived at the mountain village, Qingzhu didn't dare to run so fast, according to his memory, he walked in the direction of the market, and soon, he came to the door of a morning shop.

This breakfast shop mainly sells roasted cakes, tofu brains and soy milk, and Qingzhu asked for 10 sesame baked cakes and a bowl of tofu brains.

Maybe he was hungry when he went down the mountain, so he ate all 10 baked cakes in one go.

Then, Qingzhu shouted at the boss: "Boss, another 100 sesame baked cakes"

"Are you sure," the boss asked.

"I'm sure," Qingzhu nodded.

The owner of the early shop looked at the little Taoist priest in front of him suspiciously, but he still started to make peace according to the amount Qingzhu said, after all, Qingzhu is also quite famous in the entire mountain village, how can such a celebrity not pay

The boss asked cautiously while making noodles: "Hey, Dao Chief, what's wrong with you, your appetite is too big."

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"Ah, I didn't eat these 100 baked cakes alone," Qingzhu quickly explained.

"There really shouldn't be any problems?"

"It's nothing, there are a lot of people in the Taoist temple, so I eat a lot" Qingzhu complained silently.

"Dao Chief, don't be funny, I've been to your little Taoist temple, just you, who else can there be," the boss's face suddenly changed, and he said openly, "Oh, you won't provoke some starving ghosts, right?"

"Well, I'm really the only one in the Taoist temple, I've actually grown up lately, and I've eaten a little too much," Qingzhu smiled, he didn't want to talk too much with a guy who sold baked cakes.

The boss didn't say anything, just said to himself a little nervously: "But recently, I'm really afraid of meeting a starving ghost."

Hearing this, Qingzhu was a little surprised, and after thinking for a while, he asked casually: "Boss, why do you always say that you are starving to death or something, have you really encountered it?"

"I've never met it, but I've met it in the small shop that sells wontons next door," the owner of the biscuit shop looked nervous again.

"Ah, it's really fake," Qingzhu couldn't laugh.

"I didn't believe that before, but now I have to," the owner of the bakery swallowed.

Qingzhu knew that there was a wonton shop next door, and if Qingzhu wasn't a vegetarian now, he might have gone to eat wontons today.

And in the past, Qingzhu also went there to eat wontons, the price is cheap, the taste is very positive, when Qingzhu went to school, sometimes he would go there to fight tooth sacrifices.

"Ahem, Dao Chief, are you listening to me?" asked the owner of the bakery cautiously.

"Well, you go on," Qingzhu nodded.

"The owner of the wonton shop is not open at night now, and then I heard that he was hospitalized, so it is not open"

"Why?"

The expression on the face of the boss of the baked cake shop suddenly became a little nervous, and he lowered his voice and said to Qingzhu: "A few nights ago, the wonton shop was still open as usual, it was raining lightly outside, it was quite cold, there were few customers, when the boss was about to close, suddenly a large group of homeless people broke in to eat wontons, the boss was unwilling, I felt that this group of homeless people rushed in, either to make trouble or to eat overlord meals, ordinary people will probably think so"

Qingzhu nodded, and continued to listen while eating the pancakes.

"Later, this group of homeless people took out a lot of money, although the boss felt that something was wrong, but since everyone had paid, of course as the owner of the restaurant had to cook for them, and as a result, this group of homeless people ate 100 suppers, and the boss was exhausted, but the boss was also very happy, after all, after making money, guess what"

"What happened next?"

"The main event came, after those homeless people had eaten and drunk enough, they left the wonton shop, and the boss began to count the money, but after counting it like this, he found that all the red banknotes had turned into dark coins."

Qingzhu also felt a little frightened, feeling that he was listening to a cliché ghost story.

However, if this coin becomes a dark coin, whoever puts it on it will be scared into the hospital

"Wonton boss was scared into the hospital like that, didn't he?" asked Qingzhu.

"Not right"

"Isn't it?"

Bakery

The boss suddenly denied the fact that the owner of the wonton shop was scared into the hospital, he smiled bitterly and said: "The wonton boss is not scared, but he was angry into the hospital, and all the hard work of the night has turned into dark money, and he has high blood pressure and fainted on the spot."

"Uh, okay," Qingzhu listened with a black line.

"So, now I don't accept cash for customers who order big orders, only WeChat" The owner of the baked cake shop clasped his hands to his chest and looked at Qingzhu and said, "I don't believe it, the hungry ghost can turn the dark currency into the WeChat wallet"

Qingzhu understood, probably the boss who sold the biscuits was worried that Qingzhu would give him counterfeit money, so he made up a story to scare him.

Qingzhu used WeChat to settle the money for the baked cakes, and the boss breathed a sigh of relief and happily continued to make the baked cakes.

However, so many baked cakes couldn't be made for a while, so Qingzhu left the breakfast shop temporarily, wanting to wander around and kill time.

At this moment, Qingzhu saw an old lady on the street, she was walking slowly with a cane and a large bag of vegetables in her hand.

With gray hair, a rickety body, kind and gentle eyebrows, Qingzhu can see from her face that this old lady is a very kind person.

Seeing that this old man was walking a little hard, Qingzhu walked over quickly and said, "Old layman, let Poor Dao help you."

The old man's surname was Li, and he had no other income, but fortunately he had an empty house, so she rented out the house, and the rent was the source of Grandma Li's livelihood.

In addition to living on her own, Grandma Li also has to help her son who works in other places from time to time, as well as her newborn grandson, and the quality of life is not much better than that of Qingzhu in the Taoist temple.

"Oh, it's Qingzhu Dao Chief, I haven't seen you go down the mountain for a long time."

Grandma Li is an old resident of the mountain village, so she naturally knows Qingzhu, so she is not polite, and asks Qingzhu to help hold this big bag of vegetables.

Qingzhu weighed the greens in his hand, which was not very heavy for a young man, but for an old man like Grandma Li, it was not easy.

"Thank you, Dao Chang, it used to be my wife's job to buy vegetables, and I can't do it anymore, I haven't bought vegetables for a long time" Grandma Li smiled bitterly and patted her waist, looking like she had more than enough heart but not enough strength.

Qingzhu wouldn't be uninterested in asking Grandma Li's wife what was wrong, he just followed Grandma Li to her house.

Grandma Li lives on the 1st floor, the house is not big, and the inside is very clean.

Qingzhu put the dishes at the door and prepared to leave.

"Dao Chief, thank you," Grandma Li thanked again.

"It's just a gesture" Qingzhu smiled, indicating that he didn't care.

However, after putting the greens away, Grandma Li went out again, as if she wanted to go upstairs.

Qingzhu simply helped Grandma Li and accompanied her upstairs.

Grandma Li was very embarrassed and said: "Alas, people are useless when they are old, and today this is thank you."

After chattering all the way, Qingzhu helped Grandma Li all the way up to the 6th floor.

At this time, Grandma Li stood in front of a door and knocked on the door gently: "Hello, is anyone at home?"

After waiting, there was no response, Grandma Li continued to knock on the door, but there was still no response from inside.

"Forget it, it seems that it is not at home" Grandma Li expressed some regret and was about to go downstairs.

Qingzhu on the side frowned, and asked in a low voice: "Old layman, are you looking for something about this family, can you tell Poor Dao?"