But seeing his figure flashing, the person had already swept to the door, the woman picked up the knife on the table and roared after it, the monk from all directions turned away, the figure blinked, and disappeared into the crowd, the woman screamed and chased over, a scream in the crowd dispersed in horror, avoiding the woman like a madman, and soon, the riot attracted the attention of the soldiers patrolling the city, and the soldiers rushed to hear the sound and held down the woman who was mad and hurt people with a knife.

The woman was pressed to the ground and cried out in pain: "He killed my child, he killed my husband, he killed my husband."

However, the figure of the monk of the Eight Directions has long since disappeared.

At the same time, at the gate of the imperial city, the procession entering the city was neatly lined up, and at the gate were soldiers inspecting. In the queue to enter the city, the little Taoist priest Feng Dongfeng dust, has not eaten for a few days, heard that there was a demon fight in the imperial city, he followed the traces of the master has been chased from Yangzhou City here, hoping to find the master in the city.

After queuing up to check into the city, the street is full of some vendors with charms to sell, since that day the monster showed its true identity in the city, the city set off a wave of demons and demons, some vendors got some charms from somewhere, and sold them on the street.

Feng Dong walked over curiously, saw the charm on the stall, and felt strange, the thing written on the charm was either missing or wrong, but there was an endless stream of people who came to buy it.

"Girl, I have a peace charm here, don't care what kind of demons and monsters it is, as long as you take it with you to keep you safe. The hawker strongly recommends it to onlookers.

Feng Dong walked over and couldn't help but say: "Uncle, your talisman is clearly written wrong, let alone keep it safe, even exorcism won't work." ”

The eyes of the onlookers in front of the stall fell on Feng Dong, and the girl laughed and said, "Yo, little Taoist, you said that his is fake, could it be that yours is real?"

The peddler glanced Feng Dong up and down in disgust, and said, "Look at you, you are no different from a Huazi, Jianghu Warlock, why, you also want to cheat two money? ”

Feng Dong was even more strange, and said, "But this talisman of yours is clearly for Taoism, how did you ask for it from the temple?" he said here and stopped, and said seriously, "Uncle, you have been deceived." ”

As soon as he said that, the peddler's face suddenly changed, and the people around him burst into laughter, and the spirit runes in his hands were returned and scattered one after another.

The peddler was angry, stepped forward and grabbed Feng Dong, and said angrily: "You little Taoist priest, blocking people's wealth is like cutting off people's descendants, didn't your master teach you, is it immoral to do this?"

Feng Dong was grabbed by his collar, struggled in fright, and said, "What are you doing?" ”

The peddler dragged him back, threw it in front of the stall vigorously, and said angrily: "You say that mine is fake, then you can write me a real one." ”

Feng Dong was suddenly in trouble, and said in embarrassment: "It's useless for me to write it......"

You must know that with his cultivation, even if he can write it, but to subdue demons and eliminate demons, it is still far from good, and the things he has made are far inferior to his master.

The peddler slapped it angrily and said, "Hurry up and write, you can't leave today if you can't finish writing." ”

(Markor Literature-)