The atmosphere became more and more weird, and after Zhou Hall opened Erlang's magic eyes, he saw a black smoke slowly drifting through the window.

After a while, the noise outside the door was much less, and the technician didn't dare to move.

"You first scatter the cinnabar in the four corners of the hall, and move quickly!"

Zhang Jun lit two more candles and asked a few people to sprinkle cinnabar.

"Yes, boss. ”

So Tan Kuli and Jifu Huang immediately began to sprinkle a lot of cinnabar in the corners, just in case, Nangong Yan and Zhou Hall also sprinkled cinnabar in every small corner of the hall.

Zhang Jun turned his head to look at the trick again, and the two goods were covered with cinnabar all over their mouths, like kittens who had just finished their mischievous trouble.

"Jifu Huang, what are you doing here? Makeup? This puff is too thick, right, do you need to call the zombies outside to help you draw a flower outfit, fill in some blush foundation or something?"

Zhang Jun teased the trick.

The technician shook his head: "Boss Zhang Jun, don't be kidding, what time is it, you still make fun of me when your eyebrows are burned." ”

After the cinnabar was sprinkled, several people returned to Zhang Jun's back and stood still.

Zhang Jun himself immediately grabbed a handful of cinnabar and put it into the incense burner, sprinkled a handful of cinnabar all over the sky, and then picked up a piece of talisman yellow paper with a dagger, put it on a candle and lit it, muttering to himself in his mouth.

In an instant, the cinnabar and the yellow paper of the spell burned, and the sparks splashed everywhere, illuminating the hall.

After a while, the cinnabar charm yellow paper burned to ashes.

"Okay, this time it's time to splash dog blood!" Zhang Jun neatly put away the dagger and gave the next important order.

The technician Huang and Tan Kuli obediently did it one by one, holding the bucket and not caring whether the dog's blood was dirty or not.

This splash, that splash, directly splashed the whole room as if it had just been painted with a layer of red paint.

They were splattered all over their bodies and faces, like dalmatians that had just come out of a dye vat, and they would scare a few big people to death if they went out at night.

After completion.

The two second goods returned to Zhang Jun and stood by, and at this time, several people silently watched Zhang Jun cast spells.

I saw Zhang Jun cross his hands, stretched out his index finger and crossed his eyes, a golden light flashed, and then he muttered in his mouth.

After that, hundreds of golden rays of light brushed through Zhang Jun's back, and then through the door, hitting the demons, monsters, zombies, big rice dumplings and zombies outside the door.

Just listening, there were terrible screams of pain, and those ghost beasts and zombies immediately turned into a pool of blood.

Zhang Jun neatly put away his hands, blew out the candles, and patted the incense ashes on his body.

"Okay, the problem has been solved, these evil spirits are really difficult to deal with, it took me a lot of effort, I sweated, and I had to take a hot shower in a while. ”

The lights in the hall were bright again, and Zhang Jun looked at it again, ah, there was cinnabar and dog blood all over the ground, this is a hotel, it is simply a slaughter field with a lot of sin.

A few people opened the door again and looked, wow.

All the demonic scum was covered in blood, and the customers who didn't know about it tomorrow morning thought that the store had been renovated.

However, the decoration style is so chic, it is really surprising.

Zhang Jun and Zhou Tingdai also couldn't sleep.

This night, I had to scrub the floor and the dirt outside, and I was in a hurry to restore the hotel to its original state.

Since then, it has been quiet for a while.

Zhang Jundu wondered if the Holy Gate was busy with other things, or was busy rectifying other people, and forgot about this hotel.

No matter how much you forget, you can't forget Zhang Jun, it's very strange.

Zhou Tingdai missed his son, so he found an opportunity to drive to Wutai Mountain to visit Xiao Lei.

During this time, Xiao Lei followed the old way of Wutai Mountain Maoshan every day to ring bells and drums, meditate and participate in meditation, practice morning, noon and evening classes, fetch water and chop wood, plant flowers and vegetables, shave for the vulgar people, chant and pray for the benefactors, repay the wishes for the immortals and departed beings, and practice in meditation.

When Zhou Hall saw Xiao Lei, he was catching fish by the pond and playing.

Xiao Lei has been polished by time, and his eyebrows and eyes are solid, and he doesn't know if he has to worry too much.

Or the cultivation really worked, and it really looked a bit like an immortal on the outside.

Xiao Lei has become a tall boy from a child of seven or eight years old in a blink of an eye, he could have studied well in the mortal world, after this period of practice, Xiao Lei's eyebrows are a little more mature and steady, his eyes are resolute, and his face is tender.

He is more autonomous than ordinary cannibalistic children, and it can be said that his thoughts and ideas and the way he expresses them in his words are more like an adult.

Sometimes it's far beyond the ordinary.

"Don't worry, Dad, I'm having a great time with Spider-Man. ”

"Spider-Man, son, when did you change your crush?" asked Zhou Tingdai jokingly.

"Spider-Man, that's my master. ”

Zhou Tingdai suddenly realized, indeed, the old way of flying eaves and walking on the wall is proficient, living like a Spider-Man.

It seems that his son has not learned in vain, and he will also metaphorize, and his son can be taught.

Because, the old road went down the mountain to parade, so I didn't thank you in person.

As soon as Xiao Lei saw Zhou Tingdai, he was very happy.

The two chatted about their own adventures, and Zhou promised him that I would come back to see him from time to time.

hurriedly went back to work on the affairs of the hotel, and they were still reluctant to leave when they left.

After some time, one night, I was sleeping soundly, and the harazi was like a surging river, which could not stop flowing out.

The next day.

There were a lot of guests, about one o'clock in the afternoon, and a table of guests came.

Several migrant workers who have just come from the Northeast are burly, dark-skinned, with big shoulders and round waists, and large muscles on their bodies.

It may be that they have been working hard for a long time to create such a figure, and ordinary people really dare not approach them easily.

The few of them walked steadily, with a single glance, like a cat's step, and contradicted each other very much with the big waist and round body.

The three Northeast brothers found a window seat to sit down, and Zhou Hall took the menu respectfully.

"Welcome, a warm welcome to a few distinguished guests, what would you like to eat?"

"You're the boss here, boy, what are your best dishes here?"

One of the older brothers, who seemed to be older, spoke.

Zhou Hall passed the menu respectfully.

"If you want to eat something, our chef here is very good at any cuisine, oh, and Northeast cuisine can also be cooked. ”

Zhou Hall saw that they were living like Northeast people, and deliberately emphasized Northeast cuisine.

"Come to the palace for the third master, and the whole banquet of the Han Dynasty is there?" another big brother from the Northeast spoke.

"Well, this, the small shop temple is small, it can't accommodate such a big pot, the palace cuisine needs to be very particular, our main dish is home-cooked food, so I'm afraid there is no tall court cuisine, let alone the Manchu and Han full banquets. ”

Zhou Hall patiently explained to several people.

"Damn, it's not! Isn't this a hotel, not even here, and a chicken feather shop!"