Zhang Blind said that Bu Ye turned out to be a great good man. This is not a good sentence, to put it in layman's terms, this scholar is a virgin, we are with the wrong person!

One or two silver ghost hunting business, actually took more than 500 in one go, Zhang Blind couldn't understand it, and Deng Xiaoxian couldn't understand it......

It doesn't matter if they don't understand it, they all still have the capital and silver to press on the "great good man", which is equivalent to getting on a thief ship and not being able to get off for a while.

If Bu'an didn't have the identity of a student of Tianmu, the aura of a famous scholar of Lanting, and the ruthlessness of throwing Gongsun Pang into the Grand Canal, maybe Luo Qingting and Zhang Blind would have to make a fuss about getting the capital back.

"Let's take it one step at a time. "That's how Blind Zhang persuaded Luo Qingting.

"My capital is about to be tossed, so I didn't add any more ...... to it" Luo Qingting was a little afraid.

In fact, the absurdity of catching ghosts for one or two silvers is incomprehensible to the rest of the ghost hunting teams in Yuezhou City. No more than those ordinary people, they know who is in charge of the seven divisions of the yamen.

In the front yard of Gongsun Pang's private house, Zhang Daogu said: "I'm afraid that this scholar is crazy, and for five hundred taels of silver, he will continue to work for two or three years, and he will not cry to death in the future." Don't think about how to clean him up, he's killing himself!"

Gongsun Pang Pi nodded with a smile: "Ignorant child, where do I have time to deal with him......"

The main thing is that I don't dare to care, and those in the know can see it.

"It's not always that simple. "The person who spoke was fifty or sixty years old, wearing a Haiqing robe, and was the one who spoke about the Qinglian Temple in the city, because the common family name is Ye, and the person is called Ye Du, and because of the homophonic relationship, there is a nickname of "one leaf crossing the river".

Of course, Ye Dushu does not have the ability to cross the river, he is a formation cultivator, and the circle of the formation in Yuezhou is a bit of Taishan Beidou, and he is only a name here in the third division, and he only comes to help when he is short of money to spend.

Gongsun Pang was angry when he heard it, but Ye Du said that his face was very big, and he was not easy to attack.

Ye Du said that since he is a master, he naturally has the style of a master, for example, he often only says half of the words, hanging there waiting for others to ask.

"Why is it not simple? "The cook was very cooperative.

"The scholar of the Seventh Division is a three-step poetry step. Ye Dujiao glanced at everyone's shocked reactions, smiled slightly, and said lightly: "He has made a great name in the Lanting Summer Collection, how can he care about these silver coins." ”

"That scholar is really surnamed Bu!" Zhang Daogu's expression and tone seemed to say, "It's so exciting", and dragged the bench in front of Ye Dujiao, "Tell me quickly, he doesn't care about silver, what does he care about?"

"Don't ask for money! It's for fame!" The cook patted his thigh and said, "I'm willing to come to the door to catch ghosts for a tael of silver!

"And that's just ......," Ye Du said, brushing the sparse beard on his chin.

Zhang Daogu sat a little closer: "What is the second?"

"I was in Qinglian Temple, and I heard those pilgrims say that there was a storyteller on Zijing Street, who was a good hexagram and suppressed a rich daughter on the spot. This time, the master did not sell Guan Zi again: "The storyteller is now in charge of the seven divisions, and he is a step into a poem in three steps." ”

"When did the six arts of Confucianism fail to tell a fortune telling? Besides, what does it have to do with a fortune teller and a tael of silver to catch ghosts?" the cook looked puzzled.

Ye Dujiao glanced at the cook lightly, and said to himself: "I have been watching the sky at night for a while, Ziwei is gradually moving eastward, and the benefits are in all directions, and the evil moon is not long in coming." ”

The implication is that since Evil Moon has not been long ago, and now she has taken on so many businesses to earn enough fame, when Evil Moon leaves, she doesn't have to really hunt ghosts, it will be fame and fortune.

"So, that scholar knows!" Zhang Daogu was half excited, and suddenly frowned: "But won't this ghost hunting business last long?"

At this time, even Gongsun Pang was shocked, and blurted out: "The trouble of the evil moon is a major matter that the imperial court can't help but do! Random remarks are the ...... of lawsuits."

"What kind of nonsense remarks?!I listened to what the old men of the government said...... Ye Duyan accidentally told the truth, and said with a red face: "After I heard it, of course I calculated it myself." ”

"No wonder, that scholar is a student of Tianmu, and he must have heard the rumors. Fat man, this news is terrible, while there are not many people who know, let's get a vote too?" The cook looked excited.

Gongsun Pang glanced at Ye Duyan, and said in his heart that he didn't know if he could believe the old man's words, so he shook his head and said, "Look again...... Let's take a look. ”

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On the second day of the sixth month of the second year of Longxing, on the first day of the evil moon and nine clouds, after lunch, the people of the Ghost Hunting Seven Divisions went out, leaving only Su Su, who was afraid of ghosts, to watch the house.

When they arrived at the owner's house this time, Deng Xiaoxian's face was not very good-looking.

There was not even a man in the owner's family, and a widow surnamed Li lived with her two young daughters.

"The place is too small, I can't even set up a five-element array, I can't get it. Luo Qingting didn't enter the room, so he put on a look of wanting to pick someone on the spot.

The blind man went into the house and turned around and came out again, wondering: "Bu Ye, in such a big place, you don't need to look at feng shui, right? ”

Deng Xiaoxian opened his mouth and closed it, probably wanting to shirk it, but he couldn't say that the place was still small, and he couldn't play the mantra.

Only Hui Yuan and You Pinghun didn't care.

The monk sat down on the threshold with peace of mind, and took out a very dilapidated copy of "Hundred Family Names" from his arms to read, needless to say, it was naturally borrowed from the Loujia Library.

You Ping seems to like it very much, or is very accustomed to it, squatting next to the firewood pile outside the wall, which is very compatible with the environment, and there is no sense of disobedience.

Bu An didn't bother to comfort these guys who were "tending to be inflammatory", followed Widow Li into the house, took the teacup handed over by her eldest daughter tremblingly, took a big sip without mind, and said, "Sister, you say, what's the ghost, I'll listen." ”

Although he hated being regarded as a, he couldn't help but feel a little sympathetic when he actually walked into such a poor family, feeling that this person's family was so poor, and he didn't know how difficult it was to save a penny.

Widow Li looks no more than twenty-five or sixteen, she is not ugly, but she is very afraid of life, and she doesn't dare to look at Bu An when she speaks.

“...... It's been since February...... A white figure always follows the big girl...... I didn't dare to stay back at night at all, so I borrowed it to live at Aunt Pan's house...... But the eldest son of Aunt Pan's family is fifteen years old...... Place and small ......"

As she spoke, tears began to fall.

Bu'an has never eaten pork and has seen pig running (mainly through island country film and television), knowing what kind of plot the fifteen-year-old stunned young woman and the young widow are connected, he got up and said: "Okay, leave the matter here to us, you can keep it and watch it, if you don't dare to watch it, go to that aunt's house for another night." ”

As he spoke, he threw down the weeping little widow and walked outside the door to catch his breath.