The news that the Seventh Division of Ghost Hunting was willing to come to the door to catch ghosts for only one or two taels of silver spread on Fuping Street, but the efficiency of word of mouth was quite limited, and there was no business until the next day.

As a result, the morale of the people in the Seven Divisions was a little low.

It was a sunny day on May 27, and under the shade of the trees in the courtyard of the Seventh Division, Deng Xiaoxian was slumped on a bamboo recliner, his eyes half-closed and half-open.

On the bench on the side, Hui Yuan took a copy of "Sound Rhythm Enlightenment" and was reading, the book was borrowed from Loujia Library.

A basin of water was placed at the foot of Luo Qingting, and the one-foot-long brass flagpole was wiped with a cloth towel dipped in water, and a dry cloth towel for wiping water was hung at one end of the bench, and the dried flagpole was neatly stacked in a cloth bag. This is the guy she feeds on.

"Why does a monk still read this kind of book?" she glanced up at Hui Yuan.

Zhang Blind was chatting with You Ping about the art of Kanyu, and interjected coldly: "I know that there is no way out of being a monk, and I want to learn to write poetry." ”

"Blind, why are you fake blind?!" Deng Xiaoxian half-sat up from the recliner, "You know what books the monk reads?!"

"I've been reading it out loud. Zhang Blind said.

Deng Xiaoxian glanced at Hui Yuan, rolled his eyes and sat back paralyzed, sighing: "It's all this time, and I haven't seen anyone who comes to the door." ”

"A tael of silver to catch ghosts," Luo Qingting shook his head and said, "I thought the threshold was going to be trampled off." ”

"I'm not too busy. You Ping was born with a slightly nervous face, but at this time he was even more nervous.

"What are you afraid of! Don't you think there is a lot of business?" Deng Xiaoxian said angrily: "Wait for everyone to come to the door, and then sit on the ground and start the price!"

"It's written in black and white, it can't be counted, right?" You Ping worried.

"You don't understand, the things at the yamen gate have changed when they are said, so why do you have so much care. Deng Xiaoxian said: "I don't believe you ask the blind man." ”

"It depends on what Bu Ye thinks. The blind man sighed.

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There was no business coming to the door one day, Deng Xiaoxian could sit and wait, waiting for the rabbit, but Bu'an couldn't sit still, and took Su Su to Zijing Street by the Demo River early in the morning.

The "Feng Shui Listener", who had worked hard to prepare last time, had just begun to speak, but was interrupted by Qingshan, and that morning he simply stood on Zijing Street and told the patchwork ghost hunting story again.

It was not as sensational as the original "unlucky monk and three monsters", but it also gathered a lot of people.

After the story was told, he directly shouted at the "opening reward" of the Ghost Hunting Seventh Division. There were people in the crowd who were amazed, and there were people who didn't believe that such a good thing could happen.

Bu An couldn't say that he was the head of the Seventh Division to prove that the news was true - before the business started, it was known that the Seventh Division was in charge of a storyteller, but he was afraid that he would lose his reputation, and no one was willing to entrust him with ghost hunting.

After publicizing this pass, he saw that it was still early, and he didn't go to Qingshan's house close at hand, bought two steamed buns to satisfy his hunger, so he took Susu and went elsewhere to continue to "advertise it".

On this day, he talked about "Feng Shui Listeners" on the seven most lively streets in Yuezhou City, and the story became shorter and shorter each time, from advertising after telling the story, and finally evolved into a story halfway through, forcibly inserting advertisements.

When he returned to Fuping Street late at night, Bu An was so tired that he fell into bed and fell asleep directly.

On the first day of June the next day, Bu'an was woken up early in the morning by Deng Xiaoxian's knocking on the door.

Bu An got up with a grunt and opened the door before Su Su.

"Quick...... Go and take a look! Our yamen has been blocked! Who has provoked the anger of the people!" Deng Xiaoxian was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He probably also knew that there was no one else who could arouse the anger of the people except him.

Bu An ran out without saying a word. Passing through the courtyard, I saw that the gate was closed, Zhang Blind and You Ping squatted next to the door, and when they saw Bu'an coming, they quickly stood up, looking nervous and trembling.

Bu An stretched out his hand to pull the latch, Deng Xiaoxian hurriedly said: "Slow! I'll call the monk too!

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Others didn't know what was going on, but Bu An had already guessed it, and with a "bang", he opened the door.

You really can't blame Deng Xiaoxian, anyone who glances at the street in the crack of the door, there are hundreds of people standing densely, and almost all of them are poor people with yellow faces and thin muscles, they will think that it is a civil uprising.

"Look...... Come out......" someone shouted.

"This is the Yamen of the Seventh Division...... someone asked in a whisper.

"Aren't you the storyteller from yesterday!" someone else recognized Bu'an.

Bu An was afraid that the cooked duck would run away again, so he hurriedly dragged Deng Xiaoxian in front of him and said loudly: "Yes! This is the Yamen of the Seventh Division! One or two silver to catch ghosts, no matter how many ghosts are in trouble within a year, it is all true! I don't believe you ask him!"

Deng Xiaoxian finally understood what was going on, and the panicked look just now was swept away, and he patted his chest and said: "This is the Seventh Division! The signs are all hanging!

Where does the government still care about these, the plaque of "The Seven Divisions of Evil in Yuezhou Town" is clearly made by the woodware shop at the corner of the street, but no one cares about these anymore.

I saw someone in the crowd carrying a hanging copper coin waving: "I...... I brought the money...... Don't ask for a year, just come to the ghost hunting master!"

"I came before dawn, this ...... This will not be the result of handing over the silver!" Someone else stretched out his hand, spread it out and immediately pulled it tightly, for fear that the sweat-stained broken silver in his palm would fall off or be robbed.

Deng Xiaoxian leaned into Bu'an's ear and said: "This is not easy to get, it's all a bit bitter haha, I can't sit on the ground and start the price......"

Bu An nodded matter-of-factly, and said loudly: "This ghost hunter said just now! Don't be anxious and don't crowd! Line up and come in one by one! We will catch as many ghosts as there are! Leave no one behind!"

Of course, there was no one left, looking at the anxious faces, Bu An was more anxious than them, and he couldn't wait to run to their house immediately and take away all the ghosts!

"You're really ......" Before Deng Xiaoxiao could speak, he was knocked away by a middle-aged man at the front.

The man stood in front of the threshold with a hanging of money, and pushed the crowd back with a bunch of money.

Bu An thought of Hui Yuan at this time, and turned around and shouted, "Monk, come out quickly and maintain order!"

On this day, the Seventh Division of Ghost Hunting received a total of five hundred and sixty-seven taels of silver, all of which came from poor families in Yuezhou City, that is to say, poor families with the same number were suffering because their homes were haunted and they could not afford the cost of ghost hunting, and some of them lived under the same roof with ghosts in fear, and more of them ended up on the streets.

Bu An wrote down their names one by one, where they lived, and how they were so haunted...... For a moment, he suddenly realized that he was obviously going to rub the ghost to cultivate, how could he become a good deed!

"I have received money, and it is not counted as a good deed. He shook his head and comforted himself.