Yucheng is guarded by the Wang army, these are all real soldiers, and the knives in their hands are bloody, which is very different from ordinary officials.

Therefore, this has led to a very low crime rate in Yucheng, and at this time, there is no civilized law enforcement.

In this atmosphere, it is natural that Yucheng has good security.

However, it is such a Yucheng, recently three lives in a row, and the heart of the deceased has been taken out, the plot is extremely bad, the whole Yucheng has been a sensation, although the thief has not committed another crime, but the flow of people on the street is inevitably much less.

Metropolitan Protectorate.

Wang Sheng put on a straight face and asked around, "Isn't there any news from the Heart Digging Demon?"

"yes. ”

Some officers and soldiers sighed below: "General, it's been more than ten days, and it's hard to say that the heart demon is not in our Yu City, but every night patrolling all night, the brothers can't hold it anymore." ”

A woman behind Wang Sheng stepped forward, stretched out her hand to rub her temples for him, and said softly: "Don't worry, it's the end of the year soon, and the thieves may also be hiding, let everyone hold on for a few more days, at least let the people have a stable year." ”

"Alas......"

Wang Sheng nodded helplessly, and now he can only do this, and commanded loudly: "Pass the order, this month, the brothers' monthly income will rise by 30%, and everyone will survive this year, if you can't catch it again...... Let's not check it out yet. ”

In these years, in any city, there are mountains of cases piled up in the yamen.

If you make a mistake and run away from the city, how can you catch it? Escape for a few years, and if you have a good opportunity, you may be able to change your identity and go back to your hometown to have a good time.

......

Time unconsciously came to the thirtieth of the Chinese New Year's Eve.

During this time, Zhao Zi'an casually found an inn to live in.

Money, with his mana, why is it difficult to turn stones into gold?

On Chinese New Year's Eve, the inn was empty, and even the treasurer went home for the New Year, leaving a bitter little two still here to watch the store.

"A stack of beef, a pot of sake. ”

Zhao Zi'an sat in the lobby and beckoned.

Xiao Er, who was still wiping the table, was not surprised by this kind of monk who drank wine and ate meat, and he usually went to inform the kitchen to cook the dishes as soon as he could, but today he trotted to Zhao Zi'an's table, and said apologetically: "This master, you also know what day this day, our chef went home for the New Year, why don't you get a pot?"

Zhao Zi'an pondered for a while and nodded slightly.

Anyway, he's here just to meet that strange exorcist.

It didn't take long for a sloppy and unkempt woman to walk down from upstairs, glanced at Zhao Zi'an, then sat down at the next table and said loudly: "Xiao Er, bring me a pot too." ”

Zhao Zi'an laughed and beckoned to the woman: "Meeting is fate, donor, let's eat together, it can be lively." ”

The moment he saw this woman, Zhao Zi'an's magic eyes had already understood what the so-called exorcist bloodline was all about.

Mortals, no matter how high their cultivation is, if they want to bless future generations, the difficulty is not ordinary.

The so-called exorcist bloodline is only because their ancestors are of a certain generation, and they are a mixture of humans and gods.

Only the descendants of gods and demons will have such an extraordinary bloodline, and blood alone can hurt demons.

The sloppy woman tilted her head, glanced at Zhao Zi'an, didn't talk nonsense, and came directly to him and sat down: "Master, it's no problem to get together at a table, but the problem is that you are a monk, I am not, if you want me to accompany you to eat vegetarian, then I will not accompany you." ”

Zhao Zi'an raised his eyes and looked at the shopkeeper: "If you ask him, you will know that I don't mind this." ”

"Yes, master, don't worry, this master is not that kind of ......" Xiao Er stopped halfway through speaking, laughed twice, and did not finish speaking, but changed the topic and said: "Then the two masters, let's go serve you food?"

Zhao Zi'an didn't care, but the woman said freely: "Since that's the case, then let's go, by the way, another pot of nine brewed spring." ”

After hearing this, Xiao Er immediately trotted to the back kitchen to get busy, and after he left, neither of them spoke again.

"Master, the pot is good. ”

After a while, Xiao Er came up with the pot, put it in the middle of the table, and went to the side to get a pot of wine.

Zhao Zi'an picked up the flask and poured a glass, and drank it all.

The woman looked at Zhao Zi'an strangely, there are monks who drink wine and eat meat, there are, and there are a lot, but people at least know how to avoid it, and there are really few people who drink in the lobby of the inn without any taboos like Zhao Zi'an.

"Amitabha. Facing the woman's eyes, Zhao Zi'an recited the Buddha's name, and said meaningfully: "Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha stays in his heart." ”

The woman almost laughed, breaking the vow, breaking the vow, and the crooked reasoning was quite smooth.

This monk.

It's kind of interesting.

Wine and meat passed through the intestines, and the Buddha left it in his heart, this sentence was originally said by the living Buddha Jigong, but Zhao Zi'an found that there seemed to be no role of Jigong in this world?

However, these two sentences are actually incomplete, and there are the last two sentences in the Buddha's verse.

Jigong is qualified to say this as a living Buddha, and a monk like Zhao Zi'an, who is close to becoming a Buddha, is naturally also qualified.

Zhao Zi'an then said the remaining half.

"If the world learns from me, it will be like a fallen demon. ”

The woman was stunned, if only the first half was just the first half, it would still be like an excuse made by a monk who was greedy for a quick tongue, but with the second half, the whole artistic conception would be different.

At first glance, it sounds very ordinary, but if you think about it, it has a somewhat unfathomable feeling.

In layman's terms, it smells like that.

"Could it be that this person is really an unborn attained monk?"

However, after seeing Zhao Zi'an stuffing a chopstick with meat in his mouth and swallowing it, the woman dispelled this idea again.

If the monks are like this, they are too shivering, right?

At this time, another guest came outside the door, dressed as a ronin.

Xiao Er hurriedly went over to greet him, but after talking for a while, the ronin complained loudly: "You guys have nothing in such a big inn, not even a piece of meat?"

"They all went home for the New Year. ”

Xiao Er was also very helpless, "Even the chef has gone back, and you can only order a pot when you look at the guests at that table." ”

"There's always wine, right?"

The ronin sighed and reluctantly said, "Bring me a pot bar, I want nine brewing spring." ”

"Oops. Xiao Er first heard that as long as he was drinking, he was relieved, but his face became embarrassed again in the next second: "This master, Jiuzhuchun ...... Just sold out. ”

"Wow. He pointed in the direction of Zhao Zi'an, "The last pot is at that table." ”

The woman stepped on the stool with one foot, sat very casually, swallowed her wine, and turned back and said, "Come here, I'm in for a treat." ”

Before the ronin could speak, Xiao Er borrowed the slope to get off the donkey, and said happily: "Please?"